Hi guys. How was your week like? This week, I bring you articles on secrets, puns and more. There’s an article on why people don’t like puns and a small history of puns; a funny cover letter; scientific explanation on why you shouldn’t keep secrets; learning aggressively versus learning passively; why you can’t remember your childhood; spontaneous orgasms; why rich kids study English; how rape is depicted in TV shows and how only OINTB gets it right; why marriage doesn’t make you happy; and why it’s your husband holding back your career, not your children. Enjoy!
Gbemi had had a terrible day. There were a lot of problems at work and there was the big fight with Ini before she left for work. She hoped he’d be asleep when she got back home. She couldn’t deal with one more thing. She needed her rest. Thank God it was Friday
A few days ago, I was randomly thinking of random things – as I am wont to do – especially now that I have no phone [screen damaged totally, haven’t fixed it yet] and I have typhoid and I’m offline more than I’m online. Anyways, as I was randomly thinking of random things, the title of this post popped into my head and I really liked it and I said hmmm, this is nice. I’m going to write a blog post. Then I thought some more and decided that it would be even better for a book.
This poem is a poem
This poem speaks of me; it speaks of you
It speaks of our hopes and our dreams
It speaks of days and nights
This poem is not a poem
It is me talking
It is my thoughts
It is my words
This poem is Africa
Continent not country
Large, diverse, populous
This poem can be great; will be great
I am attempting to write somewhat like naijarookie (I’m a huuuuge fan). Also, this is based on true events.
It’s a cold night
The street is dark and quiet. It is a short side street. There’s no light, unsurprisingly. Surprisingly, generators are not on. All the shops are closed.