GOOD evening or whatever period of the day it is wherever u are my dearest viewers. I remember saying I will post periodically and this is one of the periodic posts. Please read carefully and consider the proposal.     I just started a new project with an American company, they are looking for the right persons  who will be part of the company’s vision. They are already in 73 countries and are expanding into the Africa market. It is real, new and government approved. ·          It is not an investment programme. ·          Don’t have to quit your job. ·          Not a job but a business. ·          Not everybody will be accepted. ·          Details will be shown at the event. ·          Want to ...

     Good day my dear viewers. Happy New Year and i pray that the year shall be a good one for us all. I've been seeing the "New Year, new you" phrase virtually everywhere but i don't think it ’ s a "new you" but just different character(s) but that is by the way. My main reason for posting today is inform my lovely people (YOU) that I will sadly not be able to post until around the mid-year because I have some mad preparations to do for my upcoming exams. Hope you will understand, wish me luck and hope to post in June or earlier if possible. Have a blast of a day/night wherever you are.

  It's yuletide season again and I feel obliged to share some of my favourite recipes. We'll take this in bits. Patacones      Ever since I stumbled upon this delicacy on what my brother calls "German TV" (DW: Deutsche Welle), I fell in love with unripe plantain (green plantain). This is one of the ways I can eat green plantain without worrying about the taste (another is unripe plantain porridge which BTW is so AWESOME). Below are the ingredients, utensils and procedures used in making this delicacy and heard it is a Latin American delicacy. ·          Very green plantains or nearly ripe plantains for a sweeter variation (The plantain on the left is nearly ripe but that on the right is unripe but the lighting makes it look ripe). ·          Lots of vegetable oil ·          A knife for peeling, scraping &...

   G ood day my relentless viewers, to begin with, I would like to apologize for being AWOL, seemed to have a lot of things doing and didn't get enough time to make new posts. BELOW is a poem to make up for the lost time. Enjoy as you read:  He is the reason He is the reason why I wake up, The reason why I do a joy jump. He is the reason why I live, The reason why I give. He is the reason I am agile, The reason why I pick up my phone and rhyme. He is the reason why I am unique, The reason why my poems are your pick. He is the reason why I am so fly, The reason why I feel high. Even though I don't want to disclose his name, I feel like you've already met him.  By Magnanimous Ben Have a peaceful night,a blissful weekend and a happy Sunday. Will try not to make this happen again. CIAO!!!!!!!!

Mark made so many visits to the house; eventually an elderly woman came to answer the door. She looked lonely, depressed and haggard. “What do you want from me” she shouted. “Ma, I was just wondering if you need help to clean your environment”, Mark replied. “I don’t need your help ,get out of my face before I hurl things at you.” She retorted. Mark walked off but still felt like helping her   despite her initial unpleasant attitude to him,so he made it a point of duty to visit her when he had the time even when he was not on his cleaning round in the neighbourhood and cleaning the surrounding of the house for her from time to time. This endeared Mark to the old woman. She thought to herself, “I think I should have a chat with this lad one of these days, he seems to be a pleasant and persistent young man”. Meanwhile Mark’s classmates in the college had all graduated and were working in different places, Derek had a job with an accounting firm but he got into trouble due to...

What do you make of stories? What is the purpose of stories in this present time where the internet is awash with so many things: wholesome and unwholesome. I believe you will be able to make something out of this at the end of the page. So come with me. Mark just like many boys his age had a lot of things running through his mind, some of which he found difficult to disclose to his parents or significant others. Mark a tall and handsome boy went to school in the countryside, some of his classmates and friends saw life (the world) as a place where everything should revolve around them. After his education from high school, he decided to move to the city to work and possibly go to college.   When he got to the city he was able to secure a job at a grocery store where he worked so hard to save some money to go to college. He lived in a poorly lit, dingy looking apartment not so far from where he worked all in a bid to save enough money to accomplish his dream of a colleg...

Monday A day to laze, A day of craze. A day which sets you out on the right foot, A day when you miss the weekend ’ s food. A day of new beginnings, A day of lots of working. A day quite dreaded, A day full of joy when ended. A day of lots of mess, A day of some stress. Even though it may be one of my worst days, I still love Mondays.   image gotten from www.imagesbuddy.com