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Hi Nairalanders,good evening!
Happy new Month to you all
My writing agency is hiring new set writers to work with. The projects we receive daily is expanding and we are in need of more professional hands.

If you're a content writing and you're truly passionate about writing,then this is for you!

My agency is in need of professional content writer in the following niches
Geneal Technology
Electric Technology
Fitness
Gardening
Fitness and Wellness
Beauty
Sport
Marketing and business (Saas)
Education
Cryptocurrency and Forex
Casino


Pay is Highly attractive
Premium tools like SEOsurfer, grammarly premium, etc.would be provided to you


N.B: This positions areare o to just 10writers only

Only the best would be selected

Interested people should drop their Whatsapp Details

It's a long term Gig

08106771200

Interested. Reach me on 08106771200.

Hello.

I am interested in this opportunity.

Here's a link to one of my stories, published by Kalahari Review:

https:///3crHgFO

Regards

Culled from The Roadless Road, written by me and published by [url=kalaharireview.com]Kalahari Review[/url].

The rain beat vehemently against the roof as I stared at the streets through my office window. It had been pouring for nearly two hours. Preceded by a ferocious wind, today’s downpour was reminiscent of the one that had occurred three weeks ago when a two-storied building had collapsed near the fruit market in Port Harcourt. Thankfully, no lives were lost. I was on the second floor of my office at Azunda Street, which was off the street which had the Revenue House in downtown Port Harcourt. It had been a boring, unproductive day, largely due to the weather.

I ran a computer hardware repair service for a living. Business had suffered tremendously over the past two years. The street was becoming increasingly unpassable with an ever-increasing number of potholes that transformed into pools of water during rainfall. Motorists would have to carefully and prayerfully negotiate their way through the miniature water bodies. A number of business owners on this street have had to relocate to more convenient locations.

My clientele base was still pretty solid anyway as I offered to meet my clients at their offices. But I wasn’t getting new clients and was struggling to break even. Overhead costs had increased and bills at home were getting bigger. My wife Maria had lost her job at Guinness following the massive job cuts that greeted the recession in Nigeria after the fall in global oil prices. My landlord had thoughtfully cut down on the rent by about 20%. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse given the prevailing economic realities.

A couple of months ago, we had cause to rejoice when we learnt that the Rivers State Government had signed a contract with a Chinese company to fix the road. In no time, equipment had begun to arrive on the site. The crawler excavator was the first to arrive. It was parked close to the entrance of the street on an already narrow non-dualized dual carriageway, causing congestion during rush hour. The next day, other equipment arrived.

My secretary Flora had resumed humming on her harmonica, a past time she’d abandoned months ago. Her excitement was far from altruistic but she could be forgiven. Her job was on the line. I had talked about closing up and moving somewhere else. And there was no guarantee I’d take her with me if and when the time came.

I remember the first day the engineers came to site. As they strode down the road in helmets and safety boots while taking an assessment of the road, I could guess that I wasn’t the only one who didn’t see humans. I saw angels who had come to make our lives easier. When I got out to the road, just as I predicted, I saw people watching them, too. Brown, a lanky towering man in his mid-forties who had a barber’s shop on the ground floor was even waving and saying hello. The Chinese were even more generous in their response.

“You think they’ll be done in a month?”

“I don’t know, bro.”

I had sympathy for him. Another barber’s shop had opened at the other street, giving potential customers a more convenient option, especially on rainy days. Brown seemed to have stolen the show two years ago when some Manchester United first team players who were in Port Harcourt for a summer preseason tour walked into his shop to cut their hair. Brown went into delirium when they shared photos of the outing on Instagram, including selfies that they had taken with him.

Brown’s fame grew in no time, giving his clientele base a massive boost. He got enough money to renovate his shop and buy new equipment.
By that time the road had become even busier. The Mile One section of the Ikwerre Road that had the Revenue House, the Mile One Market and the Port Harcourt Theatre had been closed for repair. The All Africa Games was close and the government decided to give the city a facelift. The usually calm Azunda Street became one of the major alternative routes as it provided easy access to the Port Harcourt Mall.

The situation got worse. Heavy duty vehicles carrying petrol and other commodities began to also ply the road. Cracks began to appear on the surface of the road. After a series of formal complaints to the government, an alternative route was provided for the big trucks. They left with several cracks and a pothole in their wake. The Mile One section of the road was eventually opened after six weeks and normalcy retuned to Azunda Street but the road continued to deteriorate. Nothing was done to rehabilitate the road.

A month later, the rainy season came. As usual, there were periods of prolonged rainfall with reports of severe flooding in some parts of city. Small wells of water like miniature lakes showed up on Azunda Street. As time went on, they got deeper.

The rest is history.

The rain beat vehemently against the roof as I stared at the streets through my office window. It had been pouring for nearly two hours. Preceded by a ferocious wind, today’s downpour was reminiscent of the one that had occurred three weeks ago when a two-storied building had collapsed near the fruit market in Port Harcourt. Thankfully, no lives were lost. I was on the second floor of my office at Azunda Street, which was off the street which had the Revenue House in downtown Port Harcourt. It had been a boring, unproductive day, largely due to the weather.

I ran a computer hardware repair service for a living. Business had suffered tremendously over the past two years. The street was becoming increasingly unpassable with an ever-increasing number of potholes that transformed into pools of water during rainfall. Motorists would have to carefully and prayerfully negotiate their way through the miniature water bodies. A number of business owners on this street have had to relocate to more convenient locations.

My clientele base was still pretty solid anyway as I offered to meet my clients at their offices. But I wasn’t getting new clients and was struggling to break even. Overhead costs had increased and bills at home were getting bigger. My wife Maria had lost her job at Guinness following the massive job cuts that greeted the recession in Nigeria after the fall in global oil prices. My landlord had thoughtfully cut down on the rent by about 20%. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse given the prevailing economic realities.

A couple of months ago, we had cause to rejoice when we learnt that the Rivers State Government had signed a contract with a Chinese company to fix the road. In no time, equipment had begun to arrive on the site. The crawler excavator was the first to arrive. It was parked close to the entrance of the street on an already narrow non-dualized dual carriageway, causing congestion during rush hour. The next day, other equipment arrived.

My secretary Flora had resumed humming on her harmonica, a past time she’d abandoned months ago. Her excitement was far from altruistic but she could be forgiven. Her job was on the line. I had talked about closing up and moving somewhere else. And there was no guarantee I’d take her with me if and when the time came.

Cullled from The Roadless Road, written by me and published by The Kalahari Review.

https://kalaharireview.com/the-roadless-road-a527347630ea

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Hello.

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I can be reached on WhatsApp via 080818000123.

Regards.

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