Some female students of Joseph Sarwuan Tarka University, Makurdi, Benue State, were abducted by gunmen from their hostels two nights ago.
Pls can we create awareness for this.
For the sake of the families and loved ones of these kidnapped students, pls kindly lend your voice.
You did not leave all at once
No, you left in pieces.
A glance turned cold,
A hand that once held now heavy with distance,
Footsteps that once ran toward me
Now fading into the fog of absence.
I held my chest as if my hands could seal it,
As if fingers could stitch the gaping wound
Where love once lived
Where your hands once traced promises
You no longer cared to keep.
But you carried something too, didnβt you?
A heart, dripping and torn,
Trailing echoes of what we once were,
Spilling proof that even in leaving,
You could not walk away clean.
Was it guilt?
Was it the weight of the love you could not bear?
Or was it simply habit
The way a thief lingers with stolen things
But never looks back to see
The ruin left behind?
Go, then, no wahala, carry go!
Take what you need, Carry my laughter,
Take the warmth from my nights,
Take the dreams we painted in whispers,
Take even the echoes of your name from my lips.
But do not think for a moment
That I will bleed forever.
Even wounds learn to close.
Even broken things find ways to bloom again.
And one day, when you pause to look inside the heart you took,
You may find it empty.
For love is not a thing to be carried
It is a thing to be nurtured.
And what you left behind,
Though torn, will rise.
And what you took with you
Will wither in hands that never learned
How to hold it right.
@DrJohnBishop I can tell this piece took a lot of time and thought to perfect, it's beautifully written and the emotions and imagery are so vivid, I hope you keep sharing more of your incredible works brother ππΎ
In July 2014, while Lagos bustled with its usual chaos in the sweltering heat, a storm was brewing unknown to its lively residents.
It wasnβt a storm of traffic jams or fuel scarcity; this was deadlier. A man had arrived in Lagos via air travel, sweating and feverish. He even collapsed at the airport but nobody suspected what he was carrying with him in his body.
His name? Patrick Sawyer.
His condition? Highly contagious.
His disease? Ebola.
The world had been watching Ebola ravage West Africa, but Nigeria had yet to record a single case. That was about to change.
But there was no protocol. No preparation. And in a city of over 21 million people, even one mistake could mean disaster.
But one doctor stood between Nigeria and an epidemic.
Dr. Stella Adadevoh.
Hereβs the story of how a Nigerian doctor stopped Ebola from spreading to potentially kill thousands but paid the ultimate price.
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Iβd be lying if I said I havenβt felt a major shift in the way a lot of fans feel towards me over the last year, more so recently.
Just putting it out there that I see you and appreciate you.
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