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This tyranny of relentless embargo of flashing banners, screaming too loud as always —each click a battlefield, every scroll a trap. They smother and kill the soul of content, choking the serenity and flow with 5 seconds greed, all for the devil's attention grasp. Must beauty always be drowned in this tide of noise?

One night, I saw them properly. Not just shadows from the figments of my thoughts—they were the real thing, something no one nor I could fully explain.

When they began showing themselves clearly to me, the obvious clarity was that this was no longer random coincidence. It was pre-planned... but by whom?

Tiny and glossy-black creatures with too many eyes, clinging to the edges of your phone, your laptop. Take me, for instance. I’m not one of them, but I’m inside them! I’m in your thoughts right now. The phases of widespread, unwhispered intentions; the spaces between videos: after the next audio...

"Just one more. Stay. Feed."

Had I been lured by an oddly satisfying sound emitting when you tampered with the lid? Maybe not!
Like the previous one, this next ad was also harmless. Yet the last one at that junction had brought me this far—all for the love of the gush, and the hopeful failure of an excited water cracking rebellion against an open desert. It was lovely to watch the unnecessary adrenaline pumping against the scorching dry heat. At least there was an undeniable win: a branded fizzle drink would soon be clinging to the skin of my throat. If you’ve ever been there, you’d know—THIS IS NOT MY GREED, not my greed... IT’S ONLY A LUST.

Meanwhile, every lust begins with an unintentional gaze—a trap to lure your eyes, intended to make you LOST.

On DRAA EP1 for today is a playful-readable story, from a person who discovered how he got lost. Isn’t it funny?
I realized this after a pause. Now that I knew I was lost, figuring out how to go back was the problem. I realized I’d forgotten how to find my way back, but I remembered vividly where I’d taken the wrong turn.

I knew I’d taken a wrong turn, following a desirable empathy gotten off a paid artiste—an artiste who might also despise what I loved about him.

The big billboard at Iyana-Rabanah was truly magnificent—but how could someone pay so much to maintain an edifice that peddled truthful lies? Billboards sending people to their early Hell-Fire.

The truth was, the product that had refocused my legs was truly amazing. Why wouldn’t it be? It took a while before my brain could process how the camera had revealed what was going on inside the inner organs of my favorite model. As he landed the bottle on his waiting, bobbing lips—

(don’t fathom how the camera saw inside his throat yet)—

Imagine: bubbles surging upward, tickling the back of his throat like a whispered secret he couldn’t quite hear. His Adam’s apple bobbed, chasing the chill as it washed deeper. Suddenly, a glacial comet struck through the hollow of his mouth—HE BELCHED. For a second, I immersed myself in the thought: What it did feel like to belch hot air from a fizzy drink, especially after leaving the hot sun?

Droplets of teary eyeballs weren’t from pain but from the sheer audacity of Coca-Light head—the way the drink clawed at the heat and won.

So I thought I would win. The billboard had won! Now my legs were facing a corner shop. I *needed* to chase the thrill!!!

Just now, before I stepped into this innocent shop... there was another beautiful face luring me from a poster. It said: "Try this darker brand." Just like every other advertisement after a couple scrolls.

It’s "for you."
For your pleasure...

Crawling over sleeping faces in subway cars; perched on the shoulders of children in schoolyards—their tiny mouths *latched* onto temples, feeding on attention, on time.

For ya mind, now you wan run... *giggle*. But to where?
Every screen *is* a door. Every idle moment, an invitation to feed your time away. Maybe it’s okay with you, but the obvious clarity is that, to me, this is no longer some random coincidence—it’s pre-planned... but by whom?

You and me?

"Just one more. Stay. Feed."

Written By Draa Wealth

Just trend anyhow, every other thing na story

They bought it new, Naija own na Akube

Reality is that, Africans self sabotage each others

Hezzyluv:
Highly ommendable!

I hope it's quality USB cables? Because, some of these China cables, PC don't recognize them as USB but charger. And even the charging self, very slow like snail.

It can only get better

Almajiris your government failed to educate... Now you can see that the cock came home to roost.

Ile ti afi owo eko omo ko, iri lo ma wo laslas, if the child doesn't torch it to flames.

Themselves are what?

Curdlebug:
As in... rocket can get to the moon or its a toy rocket

Imagine the nonsense PR

Ikeja axis go hear ween with traffic. Change ur itinerary towards opebi/Maryland ....

Camera 24/7 and you go still go cast bwess and gbola

All

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Nigeria Anniversary or Tinubu's Anniversary?

Which way Naija

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To err is man.

But just a quick question...
With the way Naija don drain reach, how better can a president act to put it back on track? Better than whatever the new kleptocrat is doing?


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Erisco wey Buhari's wife came to commission na hin you open mouth waaah...

Nigeria will not shout Justice for this lady until she die like Mohbad


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What if that blade collect her head
I think she is an Airforce personel from the jumper she wore.. but what if the blade misbehave just within that time


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Russia una just dey whine us abi?

FFK, E NOR CONCERN U OO

Enhen

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Shots fired, i repeat shots fired.

Who is making a meaning from this? Are you from Africa? E nor concern you !!!

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Masters are here to train the slaves on how to kill themselves

Shior

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Anyhow people, and for the runner-up, if you expect any miracle happening, well that'll be you swallowing morsels of Akpu in your house, more unfortunate for you, your lawyers and party members will continue to milk you. If you get sense, leave now and come back 4 years later.

You're not the first, we have a man who jet out to Dubai after any general election, what do you call that? Sense.


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Why is this a news and why did the police returned the body? Ain't they supposed to open a case, homicide?

Why was the body not jailed for taking what doesn't belong to him?
Why hasn't his body be locked up in jails for wasting government resources and intelligence bestowed on him?

Why can't the police make his dead body pay for constituting noise pollution because I'm sure the gun would make a loud noise.

This is unacceptable, I'm pissed.
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You try... You'll however need to prove more. The benchmark is now so high that if you sit in your comfort zone you'll be reckoned as an alternative to a goat forever. Moving on is a nice thing to do.
Go prove you are worth more accolades

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If you have a female child and she's not so brilliant, please invest early in her... make sure you save up to get a proper yansh surgery because

Without Brains Or Yansh... She will suffer in world of today


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I wasn't done, Blacks love their slave masters. See as Royal guards went to give the Black family's sheep a befitting welcome. I guess he is to be named the regent of Africa soon, their forefathers business Edifice.

Hey Harry go to our company in Africa and see how our workers been faring

The white master is here, blow some trumpet Hallelujah.


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