Word of the Day

Word of the Day

Definition 1: to act as a detective: search for information 2: to search for and discover Did You Know? "They were the footprints of a gigantic hound!" Those canine tracks in Arthur Conan Doyle's The Hound of the Baskervilles set the great Sherlock Holmes sleuthing on the trail of a murderer. It was a case of art imitating etymology. When Middle English speakers first borrowed sleuth from Old Norse, the term referred to "the track of an animal or person." In Scotland, sleuthhound referred to a bloodhound used to hunt game or track down fugitives from justice. In 19th-century U.S. English, sleuthhound became an epithet for a detective and was soon shortened to sleuth. From there, it was only a short leap to turning sleuth into a verb describing what a sleuth does.   mettlesome

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EZE GOES TO SCHOOL 3D ANIMATION

EZE GOES TO SCHOOL 3D ANIMATION

A short beautiful well created 3D animation based on the book "EZE GOES TO SCHOOL". Follow @istoryng on Instagram, twitter and on facebook. To watch the full video clip,  visit Istorgng and If you enjoyed this video please dc4dLike, dd25Comment, & and don't forget to Subscribe to our youtube channel, turn on our post notification for your daily dose of enlightenment, interactive sessions, writing prompt, fun, engagement, books and our African stories. [ #istoryng Home for readers and writers ] EZE GOES TO SCHOOL 3D ANIMATION. https://youtu.be/O7MYolbP1X0 via @YouTube

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“AN AFRICAN THUNDERSTORM” 

“AN AFRICAN THUNDERSTORM” 

Who remembered "AN AFRICAN THUNDERSTORM''  by David Rubadiri. There is a lot of inspiration in this poem and that is what I love about it, It's really captivating, how the poem draws the reader's attention to the setting. I could picture the events of the chaos and uproar caused by this storm. This poem reflects how typical African villages are when rain is coming. From the west Clouds come hurrying with the wind Turning sharply Here and there Like a plague of locusts Whirling, Tossing up things on its tail Like a madman chasing nothing. Pregnant clouds Ride stately on its back, Gathering to perch on hills Like sinister dark wings; The wind whistles by And trees bend to let it pass. In the village Screams of delighted children, Toss and turn In the din of the whirling wind, Women, Babies clinging on their backs Dart about In and out Madly; The wind whistles by Whilst trees bend to let it pass. Clothes wave like tattered flags Flying off To expose dangling breasts As jagged blinding flashes Rumble, tremble and crack Amidst the smell of fired smoke And the pelting march of the storm.   David Rubadiri.

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World Poetry Day

World Poetry Day

On her Innocent Face she hides the depth of Emotions that sometimes seems to consume her but the strength she finds from deep within. ~ones

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REVIEW OF “SORROW’S JOY” A PASSAGE THROUGH CANCER. BY OGOCHUKWU .P.

REVIEW OF “SORROW’S JOY” A PASSAGE THROUGH CANCER. BY OGOCHUKWU .P.

“Sorrow’s Joy” A passage through cancer by Ogochukwu Promise  was published by book craft Africa in 2015. The novel let’s us into the unspoken feelings of cancer patients through the eyes of the character of Sefi Atufe. Sefi Atufe is a happily married mother of two who has just discovered that she has cervical cancer at the peak of her prime. An ailment she watched her mother die from. In order to be able to fully grasp her predicament; she is forced to revisit her past and thereby letting us into her dysfunctional family. She sulks, breaks down in tears, hallucinates and woo’s death. During one of her episodes, she takes us down memory lane to her childhood misadventures which led her to loose her virginity to Kadiri. A promiscuous young teenager at a very young age. She goes further to tell us about her randy father who left her mother for another woman and also her mother who collected semen for diabolical purpose and was believed to be a drug baron. She also talks about AYO her brother who becomes heavily affected by her parents lifestyle and therefore lives a reckless lifestyle. This lifestyle accounts for the distance between them. Sefi Atufe  introduces us to

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BROKEN OR NOT

BROKEN OR NOT

EPISODE one. The front door flung open as I pulled Tiwa with me, out of the Lagos City Hall. Tiwa struggled helplessly with me, but I didn’t loosen my firm grip on her hand. “Would you behave yourself?” I charged as I pushed Tiwa forward. “I want my father!” she retorted angrily. I eyed her coldly. “Look here, you heard the Judge,” I shouted as I pressed the remote control to my latest acquisition, a black Toyota Camry 2014. Tiwa scoffed. “I don’t like you, and you better not forget that.” She said as she kicked the car’s tyre furiously. I raised my hand to hit her but I restrained myself knowing that we were standing right in front of the Lagos City Hall and it could instantly jeopardize my chances of having her. “OH…you scared?” she asked, with a subtle but evil grin. I could see the hatred burning in her eyes. My own daughter despised me. “ Ijeoma…Ij!”I turned around to see Omololu as he ran in our direction panting heavily. “You don’t have to do this, Ijeoma.” He said as he bit his lower lip lightly. That was the first thing that attracted me to Omololu, his lips! And whenever he bit the lower one, I always felt excited all the way to my toes. “You don’t have to do this.” H

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WIND IN A RAINSTORM

WIND IN A RAINSTORM

WIND IN A RAINSTORM Like the wind, dancing wild In a rainstorm. Honey is alive, When the world drops dead. He once sang to me With a sore throat It WASN'T nice. But I'll pay to hear it again. He'd laugh at me For crying; The world makes me Do that sometimes. He'd laugh at himself For crying; We do that together, Then laugh all night. Like a wind dancing wild In a rainstorm, Honey bought a cake, When we lost a friend. We cried, Laughed, Ate some cake And did it all, All over again. ...........    

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