Mara's Classics

Featuring Agugua Anastasia Chiazokam Profile: Jacksonite, class of 2025. "Lights, camera, action!" Ifeanyi gave the call and his colleague leaned and peered into the camera while Ifeanyi looked ahead. Seated before the crew in PG building were two Jacksonites. Nick, the first, was the tall, dark and handsome leader of the 025 media team. He was the host of the show, Talk with 025. To fit into his role, he was dressed in his departmental uniform. Also, it was a Monday. Stasia however was dressed in black palazzo pants and a beautiful vintage shirt. Her hairdo was a bunch of colourful plaits packed in a ponytail. Her dark rimmed glasses rested on her pretty nose and her caramel complexion gleamed (especially at her forehead) as the light of the camera touched her face. To the camera, Nick smiled and said, "Hello, dear viewer and welcome to another session of the show, Talk with 025. I am your humble host, Nick. With me is a beautiful young woman who has travelled the ends ...

Mara gave a sigh and sat on the wooden chair. Another exam written. How was the exam? "On God." With a groan, she picked up her phone. She didn't think of posting "5/10" or a screaming emoji to show how terrible her exam had been. Her soul was troubled over something more pressing. Sadly, she stared out the window. The Monday was dull and rainy. It was as if the Earth knew that it had lost another saint. "Oluchi," she muttered. She had never known her in person but something about her death struck her. Something... Was it the fickleness of life? The vanity of our struggles? The uselessness of our purpose? "OLUCHI." She wrote the name boldly and tried to imagine how the peaceful person in the picture would have been if she were alive. The poor girl was even clothed in black as if to mourn her early departure. Hearing the nature of her death, Mara believed she had more reasons to rejoice. At least, it was an end to her sufferings. She wasn'...

    6:51  _By Mara_ 💙 When we were happy... "Dory," Ella called quietly. "Hmmm, Elly." "Are you awake?" Doris turned on her side and faced her sister who laid beside her on the bed. "What is it?" Doris asked. "I was thinking about what mummy told us; that Jesus likes it when people come to visit him," said Ella. "What happened, then?" Doris asked her nine year old darling. "I was thinking that Jesus will be alone now. Everyone is sleeping at home. They have forgotten him. Can we keep him company for a while?" Ella asked as she stroke her sister's hair in the darkness. "Okay," said Doris. Then the little girls sat up and said a prayer that touched the heart of heaven. ⏳⌛⏳⌛⏳ 6:58. Doris cursed the moment she had replied Capon's chats. She scolded herself for what she had gotten the both of them into. Ella's words had not been in vain. For years, Doris had pitied herself as ill-fated. Now, she kne...

6:51 A few minutes later... Corinthians 3:21; Fathers, do not provoke your children lest they become discouraged.  45, 44, 43... Doris looked around the room again for a sign of hope. She wrapped her hands around her bare tummy and rocked back and forth on the floor. She was getting cold. She rubbed her arms and looked around again. There had to be a way out.  _35, 34, 33, 32..._ Doris wondered if anyone had seen them and had called for help. Was that why the other kidnappers were away? Hopefully, she nodded her head. She even managed a smile. She was so unlike her sister who seemed to have no other language than weeping.  _23, 22, 21..._ Time was going. The watch was still ticking; Doris could hear it from where she sat. Every steely tick filled her with fear. She trembled and began to lose hope. "Daddy," she muttered in fear. It had been a long time since she had called that word with such feeling. Her relationship with him ended one gloomy school day, two years after h...

⏳ 6:51⌛ A few minutes ago... Ella looked up from her books and stood up. Her father had entered her room. Mr Okafor, a stern man with an even sterner face pulled the sleeve of his suit. He observed, as Ella had hoped, that his youngest daughter was engaged to his satisfaction. However, he did not encourage her or commend her commitment to her studies. "Daddy, good evening," Ella greeted. "Where's your sister?" Mr Okafor replied curtly. "She's in her room." "Doing what?" "I don't know, sir," replied Ella humbly. After a brief silence, Mr Okafor said, "Tell her not to make my dinner. I won't be home tonight. I'll be busy, in the office." "Yes, sir." Ella frowned when he left. Of all the things to do, she hated telling her sister things the most. She hissed as she pictured herself going to Doris' room to deliver their father's message only to be ignored or get snobbed at. After a lot of grumb...

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In the previous part of this review, we reflected on the outcome of the blockbuster, Frozen. We reviewed the thrill it gave and the ton of awards it received. We saw the frozen fever and how people still refuse to let it go. Frozen was a huge success. Well, you know what happens when a film gets tagged "a huge success." fans ask for more. John Lasseter, after appeals of fans to have a continuation of the classic, declared, At the Walt Disney Animation Studio, as with Pixar, when we do a sequel, it is because the filmmakers who created the original have created an idea that is so good that it is worthy of these characters. So we're expecting a sequel of Turning Red, yeah? Cos I would kill for more Jesse screentime! (Figure of speech) Oh, happy day when Frozen 2 premiered, like its prequel, in Los Angeles. People were so eager to get a peak of the newest iceberg that ticket box sales reached a stunning 1.453 billion dollars against a production cost of 150 million dollars. ...

You see dark. You hear quiet. Suddenly, a voice picks up an ethereal chant. You see the signature Disney castle come to view. You see yellow pages flip, bringing Mickey Mouse to life. You watch Mickey whistle and steer his helm. Suddenly, dozens of beautiful crystal snowflakes appear. As the song rises to a crescendo, a single flake remains, and when the word "Frozen" appears in cold blue ice, you just know that you're up for a magical Disney treat. Set in the little kingdom of Arendelle, Frozen is the story of two sisters, Elsa and Anna. They... Hang on. Is this necessary? My dear reader might have watched it a billion times. Like me, you might even be able to retell the soundtrack flawlessly. If so, we probably agree on one thing; it never gets old. Frozen begins with a short musical documentary on the life of an iceman in ancient Scandinavia. Here, we get a look at Sven and Kristoff as little pals. The scene leaves the cold and dangerous icefield to a warm castle bedro...