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DEAR ME🎁 THE PENULTIMATE 3

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Mara rolled her eyes and made the sign of the cross. Worst exam yet, she fumed as she stood up and delivered her paper to the tall robust and unsmiling Mr Robert. Then she scanned the tense hall before walking down the aisle and out the door. She smiled when she saw Theodora looking out for her. She joined her and both of them embraced and whimpered. Leo soon joined them. A look in one another's eyes was enough to pass the message; the exam had been tough. "Does anyone care for ice cream?" Leo asked suddenly. Then their faces lit up and they strolled to the back of FASA hall where an icecream bicycle was standing near the popcorn box. "You're the best, Leo! Icecream is perfect for the celebration," said Theodora with a noisy sip. "It doesn't feel much like a celebration. Those questions were a perfect example of what I ordered versus what I got," Mara sighed. "Look on the bright side. We're done for the year and in a few days, we'l...

DIARY OF A JACKSONITE πŸ’™πŸ–€ Peckie🌟🌟🌟

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PECKIE 025 JACKSONITE πŸ’™πŸ–€✨ In a class room, you can find a lot of personalities. The cool. The intelligent. The beautiful. The famous. The charismatic and the notorious. Then there are other students who simply don't get enough attention. They just come and go. Their voices are almost never heard and their faces barely noticed. Why are they so, insignificant? "Hi," a cute and smallish caramel brown girl with lovely glasses broke my chain of thoughts unexpectedly. She smiled and I smiled back. She was one of the personalities of my class that stood in the shadows of the prominent few. Like me. "Hello," I said and tried to match her face with a list of names my course mates answered. I couldn't pick one though. "Can I sit here?" she asked kindly. "Sure," I said and let her move behind the desk and sit beside me. Then we continued our wait for the MAC 222 lecturer. As we waited, I observed my companion, out of habit. One minute, she was scr...

JACKSONITE πŸ’™πŸ–€ Maestro ✍️

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  Maestro 025 Jacksonite; D.O.G, MACSA 2023/2024  @real_maestro (Instagram) THOUGHTS OF A MAESTRO (P.S. Not A Diary) 😌 Page 1 . Define purpose. An object to be reached? A target or goal? The reason for existence? These answers, questions in themselves, set my mind pacing. They launch me on a mission of self discovery. They seethe my adrenaline, ready for a kill. My prey is my goal, my target, my reason for existence... And I am the predator. I am not a lion though. No. My mane is fiercer. My claws dig deeper. My eyes pierce the toughest hide. I am no feline. I am the pride of the Father. I am a man of honour. I am a master of my art. I am a poet. I am... Maestro. Page 2. "What hast thou done on Earth?" My answer to this question when I was much younger was, "Nothing." Then I became the number one student in my elementary school in Lagos. It was a wonderful feeling when the peers that had looked down on me suddenly needed my consent and heeded my every comma...

DIARY OF A JACKSONITE πŸ’™πŸ–€ Nmeso✨✨✨

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Nmeso 025 Jacksonite Record 1, Friday. Today, I got hit by a simple puzzle of a question, "Who are you?" Nmeso was my first response until the speaker who wanted me to engage my logical faculties asked further, "If you're asked to describe your personality, what can you say?" It's a puzzle and I hate leaving puzzles unsolved so here goes. Hi. My name is Nmesomachinyereuwa. I'm a student of Mass communication... (Pauses) Okay. That aside, if I were to describe myself, I would say I'm the beauty in "Black beauty." So, yeah. I'm a fine girl wey love Jesus. Emphasis on wey love Jesus 'cause I'm a Christian. Digging the surface, I would like to say I'm an antisocial socialist. I do love having intelligent discussions and socializing but a part of me keeps asking, what's the point when people can be so difficult? I love talking so I can't think of myself as an introvert. I also can't consider myself an extrovert either...