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Thank a Soldier: Strength of Soldiers in Pains

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I remember when I saw the numerous Enemies we had to fight. Major General seyi(a qualified Paramedic) said to all: This is what all those rigorous training were mearnt for. Today, you will either die to save your country and have our children live safe lives, or you will tell the victorious stories of your dead regulars who died to give our families safety in the Nigerian territory. As if waiting for him to conclude, a bullet went right through his hip,  and he screamed "take Cover!" I rushed to him, dragging him behind a tree, at the same time, trying to stop the bleeding . Others kept fighting to maintain our defence. Looking at my friend, I felt like throwing up, as I saw the way his hip bone had been grinded by the powerful effect of the enemies A1 automatic riffle. I told him to hold on, but he told me to let go. By the Severity of the injury and the fact that our relief would be arriving in three days, he knew he wouldn't make it. Dearies, I may not have died...

The Secret Deep Hurt

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It is so hard to watch you post happy things about yourself. It is even more painful to know you could be this peaceful without me in your life. The promise to be Sisters forever was now. I never knew your forever promise was meant to be fulfilled spiritually and not from the Physical. I have asked what happened to us? but you said "nothing has changed". But please! Everything has! For Christ's sake, you cut the call just to put off  the light; or check with your eyes if the bus was there. Sadly, you've never called back. Now I see you use the same terms you once use to use on me  with others. I do not mind sharing, but it sure hurts to be erased. When I post good stuff, I become your sister again. Ni mean, I just mean a 'Sister' only on comments on posts. You see me online and ignore to send a 'hi' I have 'weaved' and 'hi'(ed) you , so much that I feel I have abused those options. Everyone thought we were blood due to our...

A Tale Tribute to the Living.

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         I Struggled with so much pains that I wished I got no heart to feel them. I tried crying at night but it was too sad, lonely and dark, so I said to myself.. 'I will seek solace in the day. For I know I will not break down before people...'     When the day eventually dawned, I faced everything with Smiles and boldness; so much that no one notice that I was too tired of being strong. How I wish they could see my desire for the night to come, so I can stop pretending. Oh! How I wished.     That was the Stage I was, before I met Mrs. Mope (my former Boss). Aunty as I later hot used to calling her, never took me as an employee, aunty listed and cared for me as a younger Sister and a mother. She made me know that I could always find a family in hers and that everything would be fine one day.   Aunty Mope's Life what is good, but she still works for herself. She raises her kids In a Godly Amazing way and also ...

Not Everyones Lover, but a lover of all!

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My Name is eoni. (Laughs) People find it hard to pronounc e it; but it is pronounced as A-O- Ni . I am 5" 8 chocolate Skinned 26 years old Busan Girl.    I am one you can call a Crushee. I Crush a lot on guys, but I try not to let it get the best of me. Please do not ask me about my Parents; but if I have to say, my Korean Momma has Separated from my Korean Poppa! So, since i am of age, I live alone in my rented apartment at Busan.     This story is actually not about my parents, its about an accusation from the one I love. Oh! Erase love. it is loved (thinking out loud), I have decided to forget it no matter the hurt. I met Hung nim in one of our Church Youth camp Meetings ( my church believes a youth is one between the age of 18 to 49 years of age. Also, Our camp meetings are like social services to the Community. To this effect, we camp and work for 5days in any appointed Community. The Camping Entails teaching the locality Entrepreneurship, givi...