Project 20 was written in a very delicate stage, I called it project because life for me has always been a theory which I research with words and puns and my experience along the last twenty years made me wrote my first official project after the state of mind which contained more poems than even this project.

Project XX is a series of stories that encompasses life, love, money and politics. It talks about experiences with different spheres of life, most of the stories are true and real.

So my note to every reader is to open your minds to the words and the story line, wake your imaginative senses and ride with me on this imperfect yet perfect lines of PROJECT XX.

An expired ALTER-EGO, a new sense of who I AM, a forgotten notion that WE ARE THE STREETS, a standing long lost love of MY NURSE, a vengeful past after he said TRUST ME, money does not come easily afterwards I was RICH TODAY but that did not stop me from being FRIENDZONED.
So I decided to write three letters to TIME, DEATH AND LOVE.

TRUST ME

He entered the lecture theatre,
with a backed up ovation from supporters,
I felt betrayed when he started his manisfestos,
I knew it was all an agenda,
he never cared about how we were exploited by the previous government.
All on his mind was proposed siphoned money,
He said he would bring a shopping complex,
That brought to the entire class a shocking silence,
we listened to what he wanted us to hear,
beneath his reassuring smile I saw his fear,
but we the masses saw only his meaningful foolish thoughts,
the same plans that had hidden flaws,
yet we all wished for a king our heart longed for,
believing this was the leader that would rid our mindsets of our previous faults,
but like our elders we made a deliberate mistake,
we also used a broom to sweep, while the rain was falling,
and at the end of his speech he said I will not fail you,
But it was a different song we danced to during his tenure
after he had said “Trust Me”.


He met her under the shade of the cool mango tree,
she looked innocent, beautiful and free,
so he sought after her heart, the same heart that has not been mortgaged to another
for the fear of Mom's predicament,
his smile and the words he uttered were solutions to her ailments,
she left the comfort of Mom's advice,
and plunged her heart to the base of his vault,
and he bathed her in the golden ichor of words,
the words she heard were inscribed into her paths,
she never forgot the direction they led her to,
she surrendered her innocence without resistance,
he never held any arms but his words cannot be compared to grenades,
they blew her away, and after she gave him her all,
he tested an unused diamond,
and even when she said I love you,
His mind had travelled far, He was never truthful,
but she felt this love was unlike mom's, it could be fruitful.
When he was done with his thoughts he lied to her,
and even his eyes betrayed him and when he saw her cry,
he said those same words,
its been five years now for Bella,
without love but pain after he said I love you,
he disapparated with no trace
after he had told her, “Trust Me”.

Never say those words if you don't mean them, keep your lies to yourself, rather than damage somebody's past that may impair the future, TRUST ME.

MY NURSE

I fell in Love before I even knew what it meant,
when Judith asked me playfully when I was just a kid
I told her about my NURSE,
that I would marry her,
not even understanding the hurdles of love,
I met her in the children's department at the local church
she was a beauty, a sight to behold
her face was a gaze at the stars her
voice sang an elfish lullaby,
she was fair amongst others,
we were never very close and my
Love for her had no holds,
everything fell in place and soon
she became my NURSE.

The Children's day celebration draw close, though I was no artist it
drew us close,
closer because when the drama was selected it was the good Samaritan and I would
act the doctor and she the nurse to the patient,
unknowing to me I would be the patient,
it was after that drama and that beautiful scene
when she called me Doctor
I responded Nurse,
the clock in my chest went anti clockwise,
my heart was recalibrated
I fell so hard for her hoping I would be caught
before I land but my NURSE left.......


When she left, her presence was felt
even in her absence,
I felt maybe out of sight would
keep her out of mind, true,
but it was never out of Heart,
she left with the keys of my heart
where she went I knew
going there would seem like a fluke,
so I watched from afar
till my looks became a glance,
a glimpse and then my sight lost her,
and I was left as an ailing boy
Love did not take long to find me,
when cupid shot his stupid arrow
it struck a damsel who saw my aching heart
and sought to heal it
but how can a mere physiologist carry out an operation for a qualified surgeon,
the keys to where needs healing was lost
needs to be found,
but she never listened and I blame cupid,
because she fell for me but
fell so hard to the ground
all because I needed no one but my NURSE.

When she saw my love was not reciprocal
she left me in the puddle of loneliness,
while i await the return of my NURSE,
but she never came back,
so tired of waiting I searched on Facebook
for my NURSE,
but the answers it gave
made me more determined to face my books and remain lonely,
I even told the bird that sings to tweet her
Of my feelings,
but I never got a retweet,
so my search continued day after day
And 8 years after I finally got her digits
through a friend of Blessing
that Sunday was a Blessing.

When I called her my hands were sweaty,
my mind was going over
how to explain my self to her,
my brilliance meant nothing here,
all I heard was the beating
of my heart against my chest,
and when she said “hello”,
the waves of memory swept over me
and I said “how are you?” and she said “Fine, and she said “who is this”
“and how did you get my number?”,
the reply sent sound waves that
struck my boat broken,
she couldn't hear the beating of my heart
or the words that followed
so she hang the call.
We talked later on and how time flies,
even if I still love her,
her heart might belong to someone else
I respected that fact and sought to
see my NURSE one more time.

I wrote this poem for her and
I hope she likes it,

“After over 7 years,
I have found her,
the one who took my heart
placed it in lock of palms,
maybe unknowingly but she took the keys,
and I ne'er saw her beautiful face again,
and I have been a lonely man all these while,
a sick patient waiting for my NURSE,
I begged the stars to carry my message
every night to her,
that my love is drowning in distance,
that I would travel the tides to get the keys back,
and then I finally saw her......”

When we met she was still beautiful as ever,
even with my class, intelligence and good looks,
they all fell like a heap of dry grass
when I shook her hands, she was still as welcoming as that very day in Church
when she called me Doctor!,
I told her who I was
she remembered but her memories were hazy,
I told her after she left I had no drive
to continue as a Doctor,
so I'm almost an Engineer,
she was not even a science student
she looked so beautiful and befits the course
she was tthe course
she was to study, Banking and Finance,
we talked and we laughed like old friends
and I stepped on her toes,
but the memories I have of that day
I would cherish,
we even walked on a rail track
like two Indian love birds
and when I was going my heart beat
which was faster when I met her was slower,
I then knew I had gotten my keys
from my NURSE,
when we hugged I felt like the most loved,
I would never forget my NURSE.

To complete the poem
“she was no longer a little girl,
and I was no longer a little boy
and our paths never crossed all these years,
and all my fears are gone now
I have seen her at last and I am free,
and i was not even a Doctor,
and she not a Nurse,
but I fell in Love when
I didn't even understand what it meant,
if I have gotten over her, I don't know,
but she should know
that at one point in time,
someone loved her and yearned for her love”

Dedicated to MY NURSE( I.F.T)

Comments and reviews appreciated before I continue, seven more beautiful piece to be cut.....

Beautiful...VERY

Bruh!!!!! Masterpiece! I read everything. Can't wait to read more. This is by far the greatest thing I have read here the whole year. You are good. Very good. I wish I could do more to show you how appreciative and happy i am about your day work. Its really good. you What you did with the "Trust me" poetry is remarkable.

Trust me, God's got you. I can't wait to see it all.

Thank you!

"Used a broom to sweep while the rain was falling" oh my days!!! How did you ever come up with this? How?

Following. keep up the good work

Awesome

Bros be encourage and God will bless u, u can see the youths don't read again if it has to do with nude pics or celebrities gossip like Toke believe me this thread for don reach like 3 or 4 pages. What can I tell a fellow poet than be encourage

The meal will be done,even without any fire
The food will be serve soon,without a word.

Beautiful

Nice work bro....continue pls

Reason and emotion expertly welded. This World is a real Virtuality.

I wanna say a big thank you to y'all for your encouraging comment, I would have love to type your names but I'm still new to this nairaland ish........

HAPPY NEW YEAR...

RICH TODAY

I was having five thousand naira,
as I walked towards enehren junction
and I saw a game of interest
sleight of hands trick
I was willing to walk past
but I stayed.

The guy put his hands in his pockets,
brought a thousand naira note
there were three unidentical wallets on the table
he said I put the notes in one,
I'll switch the wallets,
who pinpoints correctly gets the cash.

He started a story as he switched,
“one man get fine wife”
the guys around replied “fine wife”
“he commot for house go work”
“he go work”
“before he come back one day”
“one day”
“he wife don commot with her things”
they replied “where she go?”
Them say she follow Johnny ”
“because he get 30 billion”
they replied “30 billion?”
“The man rush go where he keep money”
“he keep money ”
“For inside one of this wallet”
“this wallet”
“If you see the money”
“Oya collect am”.

A guy pointed at one wallet,
as he opened it, he shouted “No!”
and I reluctantly pointed at the middle purse
as he opened he shouted “Yes!”
“Bros oya put something and collect everything”
Interested I placed Two thousand
After the song singing
I was left with Three thousand
He said “Bros win your money back”
reluctantly I placed another Two thousand
all I heard next when I picked
a wallet was his loud voice “No!”
He said “Bros oya put your phone
make you collect everything”
I turned towards another direction
and I walked away,
faster than my legs could carry me
It was a sham and I had fallen.

After that day I lost my money,
and though I lost, but I gained something
“SENSE”, it came like catching a cold
the hand that gathers not, only scatters
doubling money was far from hardwork
that day ended with me losing
with me being broke,
but I am RICH TODAY
in sense.

WE ARE THE STREETS

Given birth to in a little corner down the south side,
We grew up with little peers down the bad side,
we saw life from a different point of view,
so while we write with broken pencils
does not mean our thoughts are pointless,
we come from a rich heritage of thieves and chiefs,
we collect what is ours and rule what we have.

We've always wanted to be educated
but our goals in life has always been truncated, so we take life as it comes, a day at a time,
while you care about what those kleptomaniacs promised our fathers over 20 years ago,
we focus on what's best to smoke in our h.k's and jungles,
we stopped believing them,
because they only have hands of steal and great lie-ability
but our strength lies in our hustle because we are the streets.

We knew our mistake the very day we made them,
our daughters became pregnant virgins and our sons holy thieves,
we saw the path they followed, but what can we do?,
we've already gave them a trail,
when we gave birth to the boys,
our words were only those with book on their heads can use a pen to murder a sword,
they've always listened to our voice until they found out how this country aborted conceived dreams,
we felt we should turn to our girls,
remind them of the change they can make,
if they zip up,
but the only zip they had, they let it slip down, they joined their brothers in the hostile take over
they were given to change in A. p.c,
they used their fingers to work, so they can be klin and fresh because we are the streets.

The streets isn't devoid of conscience and reason,
I mean we have children who read with candle lights,
we have children who came out top of their class,
but the government paid no attention to their class,
we were too down here, while they were up there,
when we hoped for the best, the thoughts of the lies and pain ran across our chests,
as we have bad eggs so also good ones,
we do not count our eggs before they are hatched,
we still think of our leaders as empty-hens,
filled with unfulfilled promises
they are every where you go,
we continue with our hustle believing in it,
because we are the streets.

People ask who are the streets,
We are those children you look at and insult our dullness,
we dropped out of school into life
when our fathers died of frustration from not collecting their pension.
We are those children who pay our tithes,
unable to go to the schools our church build.
We are those children who run pass the windows of your car shouting
“buy your cold pure water”, “buy your sweet orange”, “buy your sweet mango”...,
but nobody wants to buy into our dreams and visions.
We are those children who eat meat only on harvest Sundays,
and eat chicken on Christmas days.
We are problems that have lingered for long we want to be solved,
It was never meant to be this way,
But as I said what choices are there
We are the streets.

WE ARE THE STREETS.

I AM

I am that audible voice louder
than the most silent whispers,
I am the neck that refused the head
because it was too heavy,
I was the hand that threw stones at the thief,
yet am worst than the most dreaded snitch.

I was the hand that carried the briefcase
filled with cash and put in a mansion
I am the hand that squeezed my offering
until it became a tithe
I am the boy that heads a herd of grown men,
so you can call me the head boy.

I am the child that lost his interest to face his books,
so maybe I should be called Facebook
I am the over ripe fruit of the forbidden tree
so when I fell, I was overlooked.

I am you who believes in God,
yet giving seems like a task
I am the foot that refuses the ball,
so they complain about my passes
Yet I scored my goals.

I am you who believes in Grace,
but I slither with the green snake
hidden under the green grass,
I am you who believes in them,
their lies and manifestos
While we await their manifest too.

I am the name of every good,
and the evil behind every bad fruit
I am the name,
which refused to be mentioned
I am............

In this world of ours, we have children born to be king, some legends and some to be gods.
REDinks, you are one of the god of poets.
More ink to ur pen I pray

ALter-Ego

ME: My body is the temple of God,
me: But my hand and Instruments is the temple of a LovePeddler.

ME: I hate sex lusting and perverted beings,
me: But I delight in reading lustful posts and viewing racy pics.

ME: I love decency and modesty,
me: But mini skirts and tight gowns gives me tickles and konjiesty.

ME: I love to preach to beautiful girls,
me: But I would've preferred a rough copulate trysts.

ME: When I look at women, I see God's beauty
me: But beyond that I see Lust's duty.

ME: I wish we had decent celebrities,
me: But in your hearts of heart, you wish for a celebrity to have a wild intimacy.

ME: Don't put thoughts in my head you!
me: How many nude pics have you seen that remains in your head.

ME: I wish I could get rid of my fleshy desires,
me: But you would prefer I remain to push you to your earthly desires.

ME: I wish I was whole and complete without stains,
me: But you insist for my voice input without disdain.

ME: my ALTER-EGO.
me: my ALTER-EGO.

This above is the truncated form so if you don't mind reading the long one below just move over to the next piece....thanks

ALTER-EGO
This piece was written as a result of life experiences of persons and I didn't want to dwelll on the basic acts and facts because of what it triggers, I hope you understand.

( ME is sitting on a chair behind a reading table in a well furnished self-contain, trying to read a covered book until........)



ME : What! What are you doing here?,
I thought we had this discussion,
and I told you I never wanted to see you
and you should never come back...

me : (laughs) Is it me or your thoughts,
I thought you were the brilliant son,
and I know you are bored,
so when you are tired of acting strong do it,
because i know we like it hardcore,
and of course we've got no choice.
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ME : Of course I've got a choice
and its to kill you with the word,
but I know you never get tired of this war,
it seems my body is wired
to obey your every wishes,
but my spirit weeps at your very lashes,
so I know what to do................,
I'll do it for now
and you promise to never disturb?...

me : Noooooooooooo!,
you know you love me,
so put the malice aside,
I'll come back again,
you will come back for more,
you know I know,
you just spoke of the word,
why not use it and let's see how it works,
It's already ineffective in our hands,
same hands that's dedicated to my alms,
when you go over the same screen
over and over again,
what you see cannot be unseen.
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ME : You urge me to be bad,
and yet you claim that you love me,
I wasted my time
yet you say I'm not enough,
I give you my all but I guess am still hurting,
I don't want to do this anymore
maybe I'll confess my deeds
and hope I can bring an end to this contract.

me : You know i know,
this bondage doesn't end,
when you ate the forbidden fruit,
it got digested,
so how do you remove
what's part of your system?.
Its stuck in your throat,
so how is someone
who has evidence of wealth so broke,
see you have got no clause in this contract,
I hold the bills and knowing all your deeds,
what is it I just heard?,
you want to report yourself
and become a victim,
well go on ahead
let's see how you get off the grid.
You've gat an awful past,
and also that led to the present.
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ME : You talk about the past,
did I hear you right, of course no,
you don't know how to read
what's right and what's left,
where were you?
when that aunty at our former place,
I mean the face me I face you situation
when i was bathing,
and she called me right in front of her
bathroom.
I was barely eight,
when I saw what my eyes could never
unseen.
I have had my own fair share of the apple
but I think I have come to the light
This is the end of the tunnel.

me : You speak as if i was not there,
on your escapades,
when you were becoming a teen,
I mean you were almost a pedophile
Although you did all those shit,
when you were just a child,
but I also was there to play my part
even when you were already a teen,
you were a lonely attractive beach side.
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ME: That's very brilliant
you remind me of my past,
but I am not perfect,
crooked sticks still draw straight lines,
am a sinner....
and I acknowledged I have sinned,
and after all these scenes,
I wish I could not be part of the cast,
but the road was already there
with warnings before I trespassed
but am tired and I need to retire.

me : You know I am your closest pal,
I know you and your oldest past,
you can't let go of all of me,
after just a year of being friends,
I mean what's good is never too bad,
you are my friend,
I'd love us to remain as pals.
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ME : I think I'm tired of being a pawn,
you throw me into the field,
whenever you want,
and even my wants you never need,
all you care about,
is how I trade my innocence for a six
minute scene on screen.
I believe I'll be better without you,
I have been a slave and even a bigger fool,
its been a year of pain and that of regret
and like that little eaglet,
soon I will soar again.

me : You speak of me as if I'm the problem
and soon enough you will come back for the
same process,
it starts with an urge and it ends in regrets,
but then I will take my leave
since my presence is disturbing
I will let you borrow a leaf,
and I hope you see your mistake
that me without you......
is a heart filled with pain.
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(me leaves while ME breathes a sigh of relieve)

ME : You can leave now,
I'm not in the mood for this,
its been a long time coming,
at last I'm free of this,
I have been a pawnstar
and I hope I never return,
the scenes are blurry
and the cast are judged not by their works
but by their belief,
let me return back to Love,
ask for forgiveness for the deeds of lust
and that will be the end of the start of this
film,
As i retrace my steps........


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Alter-Ego was written as a result of personal experience with people who had multiple personalities, one good the other sinful, like a double life..........
The truth is everyone has a past but not everyone takes hold of their future. You can take hold of yours stop the addiction now.
©eazydredink

FRIEND ZONE

When we first met, she didn't tell me I was never her type, she didn't remind me of how I never met her hype, she only taught of me as a friend and how that was my zone.

Love at first sight was a dream that met reality,
I met her when my heart was locked in a battle of spirituality,
but all that came to a stand still when I saw her,
her appearance was simple yet more appealing to my eyes,
as she stood still, looking into her eyes was more like looking into my future,
and it was bright, she was carrying our third child while the first boy and the second girl sang beautiful hymns worthy of angels,
and there she was smiling at me,
such a beautiful sight,
I was already lost in her beauty, but her voice brought me back to reality,
only to let me wander in her beautiful gaze in infinity,
when she spoke, it was like a thousand notes of sweet harmony,
we talked and became friends,
while I bask in the euphoria of something more than just a friend.


When I said I wanted love, I didn't ask for the picture...I need the real thing.


She led me to the altar, only to crucify me at the front of the pulpit,
she led me to believe we had a future,
when she knew I was not part of her future plans,
she called for my healing words when she was down,
and I stripped her nude with the voice of apollo all round,
she tasted the joy of my longing for love,
but she knew that this feeling will not last for long,
when we met she reminded me of how handsome I was,
while I told her she was beautiful beyond Lebanon falls.

Even when I said everything truthfully,
she kept her details to herself smiling sheepishly,
while she led a lone sheep to the slaughter of wolves.
I thought I knew her, but my glimpse of her was just mere blind sight,
I felt she loved me, but she said we were just friends.


Don't boo me, don't call me sweet names you don't mean, don't sweet talk me when you know my thoughts and yours are too diverse rivers, flowing from two different source.


We met under the steps of equity and justice,
and under the blind sight of Justicia,
I poured my heart into the full cup in her hands,
but I expected her to carry on and never let me drink the waters of pain,
but she looked me in the eyes and poured my cup on the floor of the zone we occupied,
she told me I was not her type, I wonder what she meant by that,
she never felt the same way but why lead me on,
when you know the switch will turn off.


And she said I am just a friend,
Yet you cut the last glimpse of what could illuminate my world,
so I take you for their word.
I have been friend zoned,
After the sweet names calling,
my handsome hubby, my baby boy, boo-boo
but why call me names you don't mean,
Just stop the blackmail and let me deal with my pains,
cause I'll be fine after a while and that's the truth,
but I won't forget how it started in our hearts, our first home,
how I was friend zoned.

Last but not the least, the three letters to death, love and time....
Have you watched COLLATERAL BEAUTY.....dope movie...


TDL da REPLY

Dear Love,
I have always had the thoughts
that you remain the only trusted friend
among the others,
but you've betrayed me, put me in a zone
yet you call me a friend,
so Good bye.



My Dear,
You cannot give up on me,
I am the very basic unit of this world,
for God so LOVED the world,
that he gave his only begotten son.

I'm the fabric of life, and like every fabric's
usefulness and beauty lies
in the hands of the designer, so am I.

I can be ugly and I can be beautiful,
it all depends on how you see me,
i am sorry but it's not up to you to decide
if you want me or not, I'll be here,
so you can't give up on me.


I am the fabric of life,
am within you and everything,
I am the darkness and the light,
the sunshine and the storm.

I was there in your laughter and
I was there when your eyes rained tears,
I was there in your happiness
and am also here in your pain.

Don't try to live without me,
because you can't,
am the very essence of life,
take me away then
time and death will become
mere events without proper values.

Always yours, LOVE.

____________/_____________/______

Dear Time,
Can you get any worse oh dear time?
Slowly numbering my days
when I waste away
doing nothing but day dreaming
of wishes but only to speed up
when life tastes sweet as Honey...

Why oh dear time?,
they say you heal
but they don't talk about the
scars that never leave,
how you turn new to old,
green to brown,
all you do is call yourself a gift,
for me you're nothing.



My Dear,
I am sorry you see me in that light,
but I am nobody's friend,
but let me take you out of the dark
so you are no exception,
I'm a gift yet you and others
talk about me like a piece of shit.

You say I heal, but I also intend
to leave scars
as a reminder
a reminder which you call experience.

I believe that's the best teacher
I willingly gave mankind,
you misuse me yet complain,
I only do my job to number and
remind man of the limited days.

If love is creation, then death is destruction
then I guess am a terrain in between.

No wonder Einstein once said:
I'm a persistent turbulent illusion.

But in all I am still what gives life purpose
knowing that tomorrow will
soon become yesterday
and yesterday, sometime ago,
so instead of blaming me
take heed and be silent,
even your heart's beat is a clock,
I wait for no man.

Yours Accurately, Time.

____________________________________


Dear Death,
Death, why do you silently take those we love
and make us sob in pains unending?
Do my breath brings threat to your existence?
Or does my actions threaten your plans?,
you are so weak that you can't even show yourself up for a fight for life.

you can't even accept a simple trade
of cash for life, you prey on both
the young and old, the rich and the poor,
you are just a psychopath,
you have no heart desires,
you do everything for the love of R.I.P.



My Dear,
You can never beat the current of
a river into submission,
all you have to do is surrender
to its current and use its power as yours.

I am never silent as you claim,
I was right there announcing my coming,
but you're always look to the bright side,
Your breath poses no threat,
the only one I fear is life,
we are in a constant competition,
you call me weak yet you fear me?.

I can't accept a trade because
I'm fair but life's not.
I am what gives life meaning,
knowing your days are numbered and
you're never prepared for it,
so I should not be blamed
for your own excuses.

I give time all of its value,
even Love reigns supreme
because of me.
I am the basic curtain between life and time,
you don't need to fear me or hate me,
you just need to accept me.

And yes I do have a heart desire
am not a psychopath, I just believe in all,
nothing is ever dead if you look at it right,
so for now Rest In Peace
I don't mean you are dead but safe.

Yours Unexpectedly, Death.

The full book.....
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wow! this is really great. thumbs up. btw i just downloaded the pdf.

izzybobo49:
wow! this is really great. thumbs up. btw i just downloaded the pdf.

How did u download it?

REDInks:
The full book..... http://www.solidfiles.com/v/52Gm55xMnMjQa

just follow the link above

sazy:
How did u download it?

Hello to the amazing readers of this thread, hope you enjoyed the poetic stories.
I am currently working on a new series of poems and stories. Though the poems will be due very soon, it includes a piece about the recent killings in Benue and addresses other issues..it's gonna be controversial.... Because it's gonna be politically oriented.....Am gonna have some sure enemies......but it's still a free world and I believe in the power of the pen. #SOCIAL MISFITS

This is what I've been waiting for....
Follow the link for P R O J E C T 21
https://www.nairaland.com/4570378/twenty-one