When the Environment Fights Back

The environment is gradually degrading. The activity of mankind is having a cumulative negative effect on the environment. Hence there is a need to preserve this dying environment. Ezekiel Efeobhokhan (600 level Pharmacy) University of Benin reports.

Our environment is the place we reside, where we grow our food, where we get materials for our shelter, where we get everything we need in order to survive in this world. Hence it will not be bad if we do some acts to restore it. Our environment is a gift from God that every human must take care of. Now that our environment is currently facing several challenges, such as disrupting of its beauty, we suffer. Many catastrophes that have happened in the past are because of the brutish creatures that only knew how to destroy the surroundings.

When environment fights back

Udeme was barely 12 years when he was killed by the gully erosion that affected his environs. He had slept off while the rain was still drizzling. And before anyone could notice, the erosion rose to the

Doctor Deranged.

You last had peaceful sleep on Tuesday night. That night you ate eba and stew. Even if it was a weird combination yet you felt on top of the world. As a Doctor, you knew the implication of eating heavy foods to bed but you didn’t mind. You did not use any drug that night yet you slept like a baby.

Your first abortion was on Friday.

The Unmarried Polygamist

I hate to disturb you pastor but this is very urgent. Pastor, I think someone is pursuing me from the village. You remember that day you said we should pray against generational curses and monitoring spirits? Yes that day, I could not pray. Those people pursuing me from my village made me sleep all through the prayer session. I was snoring in church, imagine! Even close to a loud speaker.

Akeem My Love.

Akeem was tall, dark and had a small round dimple whenever he smiled. He was the first child of his father. As a student, he paid his tuition by himself. His father has been sick for eight years. He worked as a barber after his classes. I met him when I followed Victor, my former boyfriend to cut his hair. Then, I thought he was just an ordinary barber. And when I later met him in the University’s sport center, I realized he was also a student.

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The restaurant had an offensive odor. Maybe someone made washing-soda at the back, I thought. The ceiling fan wound round like a tired marathoner. It sounded like those small generators when they finally run out of fuel and about to quench. Like mama Nkechi’s snore.

A Wonderful Dreamer

It was this same Fred, my classmate, who first tried to teach me how to smoke. Then David also tried. Fred was a terrible classmate. Rude to lecturers and
was ceremoniously known for his stubbornness. Many bad things were done by him yet he was never allowed to pay for any of his misdemeanor. He had a baby face. More like a goat in sheep’s clothing.