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'Hansel and Gretel' or also known as, 'Little Brother and Little Sister'. It is one of the many Ladybird Children easy keywords books skillfully made for Children for all time.


Many may not know of this little detail but the Hansel and Gretel tale was originally constructed by The Brothers Grimm in 1812.


In case anyone old enough might have forgotten what Hansel and Gretel was actually about, this should be a little window to your Childhood days.


Hansel and Gretel are a young brother and sister kidnapped by a cannibalistic witch living deep in the forest in a house constructed of cake and confectionery. The two children save their lives by out witting her.


Ladybird blessed my Childhood and a whole lot of other Children's with these Books and many more;
1. Three little pigs
2. The Ladybird girl
3. Ten little ladybirds
4. When Wallflower met Wildflower
5. The Ladybird
6. "Are you a Ladybird?"
7. The grouchy Ladybird, etc.


And if you feel Ladybird is old and outdated, well you should check out a few of its latest Classic and Overwhelming Books;
1. Mid-life Crisis
2. The Hipster
3. The Husband
4. The Wife
5. Mindfulness
6. The Shed
7. The Hangover, etc.


Honestly, Ladybird made my Childhood but if it didn't make yours, spice things up a bit today and beautify your Shelf with a Ladybird Adult Classic Book. Enjoy!

I love the very good young woman of a Writer, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. I envy how much talent she has in her system and how she shares it so passionately with the World. The fact that one of the most Literature legend that ever lived, Chinua Achebe has tagged her as an ' Ancient Storyteller', not just a mere Storyteller but a blessed one. That is a huge deal and that's why I've decided to make a short piece, exactly the way she makes hers. Comments and Criticism are forever allowed.



Aloft in the skies, I could smell consternation for the future. It was only 7'o clock but it felt and smelled like the midnight hours. My belly was rumblings as the small dish of potato salad was making my whole system uncomfortable. I would have complained and made Niall agree to stay back home with me, as he would give me a well deserved foot massage until I felt much better.



But I would be the Ancestral witch of my remote village if I did so. I and Niall have been together for 2 years and I've been in the foreign land of America for 5 years. After many years of struggling to make those invisible ends meet, I finally met the Man of my dreams.



Niall was pale, white as bread made of snow and very sweet. He was a great cook and I wasn't with these international dishes. Back at home, Mama would query me for not cooking so often and eventually insult my 'future husband'. The only future husband I could recognise was Niall and he wasn't concerned I couldn't cook.



He loved me for my weight, colour, race and even accent.


He spoke lightly and faintly and I would simply laugh as if my insides were exploding.


Niall and his new shiny ride, the one he received as a Birthday 'toy' from his elder sister, Nancy.


Nancy was a social rights activist. She was married to an African-American lawyer and they were even expecting their first baby. I felt pleased when I heard Nancy had a 'Black' husband. That seemed to be the only thing we had in common, as I was dating her brother.



I was dressed that night in a too tight couture dress, Niall ordered it from a really fancy dress designing shop after our his weekend trip in Paris.


Niall was a tourist and he never toured or travelled with time. His kind of job was too foreign for a lady of Black skin like mine to understand. He would travel and get paid. He was really rich as he had fancy friends, whose girl friends talked in Queens English, but were actually Americans, just like Niall.



I was raised in the remote village of Kimdi until one time led to the other and my Mother sold my rights to my Aunty, who I spent my teenage years with.


She loved watching 'Americanah' movies while she ate cassava meals. She would talk so much about how 'Oyibo' people smelled when she had never even met one.



I remember coming back home from lessons and my friend from School, Zik lent me one of the latest American Classic movies. Aunty Mara was the first to watch and evaluate the whole movie to me.



She could properly pronounce the names of the characters of the movie. The only issue she had was when she pronounced 'G' as 'V', making her blurt out 'Veorge Clonney' instead of 'George Clooney'. I was almost impressed of how much she fancied the white man and his culture.



I wasn't too surprised when I found myself in the busy streets of America. I knew I was in America but sometimes, I couldn't even pronounce the exact place I was in America whenever I called Aunty Mara. She was proud of me but I wasn't.



"Foxy, we need to go now. Are you sure your alright?" Niall asked, his white bread accent making a 'you're' sound so much like a 'your'. I smiled and nodded, grasping his arm as we got into his new 'toy' as it zoomed off to his Parents' palatial mansion of a house.

Nice. Enjoyed every bit of it. Do follow back please.

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Learn new words everyday. Challenge yourself and break the code!
Big words are ever challenging to anyone but today, we decided to turn it down a notch by going for a more easier word.
Here it is;


Word: Panacea (Noun) - pan-uh-see-ah
Meaning: A solution or remedy for all difficulties and/or diseases.
Example Sentence: A good book and a comfy nook is a Panacea for all emotional ills.

Your poem is nice and I love your Allusion. Follow me and I will kindly follow back.

A wonderful week to you too

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If you aren't a big fan of Tattoos, then these samples of what Literal Tattoos look like should definitely change your mind forever. Check these out below.

My favourite part of your poem piece was the end phrase, 'O death, where is they sting'. It simply took my mind back to that amazing church sermon.

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Her notebook were patches of small rough notes filled with her tears and blood.


It was tight shut with the keys of darkness, hate and pain. It was dark inside and if you ever took a look into these dark pages, you might be haunted by the darkest of its demons.


Her notebook was silent but if you ever cared to listen deeply, you would hear moans, sniffles of loud and uncontrollably tears and screams.


The ink was nothing but red as her blood. The writings on the notebook were small on the outside but told so much on the inside. Everything was so different with that notebook of hers.


If you ever saw her notebook, you would feel her deepest pains and hear her loudest cries.


She would keep it under her wet pillow or her darkest closet, filled with her dark clothing. She would write on her notebook daily until her thumbs grew tired first and her entire hands were next.


She grew weak and even weaker until she grew distant from her favourite notebook. She decided to give it the perfect Climax by saying goodbye to all of its dark pages and eventually saying goodbye to Life itself.

vicbros75:
more write ups bro expect in mre frm u

I'm actually a 'girl' and not a dude lol. But thanks for reading my work anyway. I appreciate it.

Zeedarh:
By skinny, you mean like Di'ja I'll pass

Not at all. I wasn't referring to Di'ja at all lol.

NOTHING! Sometimes, I feel so bad, as if I've commited a grave sin whenever I'm not writing. I can't stop writing. It's my passion and talisman.

"Who doesn't love a man that can fly?"
From Fifty Shades of Grey.

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Typically and honestly, it has not always been about being 'Skinny' for me. It's all about Self Love, Happiness and Gratitude to Nature and Life.


Now that I've been criticised several times about talking too much about 'Weight' or being 'Skinny', I've decided to talk less about any of that and much more about being truly Healthy and Happy.


Being Healthy is the true factor to Happiness and being Happy is truly everything. Put a smile on your face today and tagged your family and friends along today.


Enjoy the rest of your Life being Healthy because it is the new Skinny.

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Dear Pen Friend,

You are actually the only person that still allows me use my paper and pen. It's very difficult these days with almost everyone making friends with the unknown and for several unknown reasons on the Internet.


Pen Friend, I trust and believe in you so dearly since you still make me keep in touch with you through the oddest form of Communication since Life's existence.


Communicating with you may be pretty slow and sometimes, we improvise about what the other person may say but at the end, your reply is always worth it because of the time and distance of writing and waiting for that special reply.


But at the end of it all, there will be nothing like a Pen Friend. I know you're real and no one can ever prove you're not.


I love and respect my Pen Friend and I'll never forget thee.

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Comfort reads are everything, making your day, week and even your whole life. Grab one of these today and make your weekend a memorable one. Thank me later.


More Comfort reads include, Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, Lord of the Rings by J.R.R Tolkien and Alice in the Wonderland by Lewis Carroll.

If one of your 'To-New List' is to read new books each and every day, like one of the legends of our time, Bill Gates. Then this should help a bit with the aid of illustrating photos to keep you in check as a certified Bookworm.

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Now that we know what the special 'List' means meticulously. Now, we can advance to talking about making one.



It's very easy. No need for rows and columns. Just make it brief but also very detailed.



Here's a simple Example of what your List should look like;



Title: List for 2016 - Things I want to Achieve.
1. A bigger apartment
2. The ability to care for my Pets more
3. Inner/Self peace and love
4. Time to do what truly deserves my attention
5. Spend more time with my family and friends.
6. Spend less, save more, etc.



Now, that's a good List of good deeds. Next, you should be talking about what you wanna throw out literally in a trash bag.



Title: Things I don't want to get involved with in 2016.
1. Bad Hygiene
2. Cuss words
3. Bad attitude
4. Bad friends
5. Laziness and Procrastination
6. Bad drinking/smoking ethics, etc.



Very efficient and brief, right? Yours should look just as good as that. Next has to be the things you could make shiny and new for the forthcoming year.



Title: Things I wanna work on in the year 2016.
1. My apartment
2. I and my best friend's friendship
3. School grades
4. My Car
5. My old Furniture
6. My cooking skills, etc.



I should be looking forward to a brand new and shiny new year with everyone and their personal sparkling Lists. Happy New Year!

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Twenty Fifteen
Some would call thee
Two Thousand and Fifteen
The year of remarkable cheers
Let's also not forget the 'Memes'







No one broke the Internet
For we all learnt a more valuable lesson
To learn and to love
Never to despise and to grow love
Would you forget the love songs?
How about the tribute songs?






We may never get to see you again
But you're forever in our hearts
Two Thousand and Fifteen
We thank you greatly

DarkAngel86:
I call mine 'The Magical To-Do List'

*health
*Relationships
*Career
*Money

All in perfect working order. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

You're welcome x3. I like how your 'List' looks. Very magical indeed.

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A List could be a lot of things written in it. It could be a budget for any country, a bucket list of things to do in Life, a list for friends you don't wanna keep up with anymore. Indeed, that 'List' could truly be anything and everything.



Everyone has always been glued to the idea of having New Year Resolutions (let's just call it the 'NYR Formula', shall we?!) but time is growing older and I came up with something more authentic like, 'The List'.



The List definitely isn't about a Budget or awesome or ridiculous things to do in Life. But it's a List of what to do in the upcoming year. Everyone respects Lists. That's why your Mother always makes up a List when she's up for a Shopping spree.



First, you've to decide to garbage you wanna throw out and never recycle, then you make up the recycled garbage, you could probably make into something new and shiny and then, you make up the real and cool things you wanna keep up with 100% in the forthcoming year.



See, it's not so hard. If you don't want to do it the archaic way with Paper and Pen, then that's why we've Microsoft word, A Memo, A Diary and lots of other self secret mediums.



Happy Holidays to Everyone and remember to keep that List of yours coming...

This should probably be one of my shortest posts but it carries a great deal. Be patient enough to go through it all.


  If you were one of the many people who actually thought the Church or a School is actually the building and not the people in it, you must also be aware that Society itself is not the streets, lanes or anything else but yourself and the other people in it that actually count.


  Here's the thing, if you like or don't like where Society is heading to, you can actually make it happen for the good.


  Therefore, you're Society and Society is you. Take that bold step today and make those stiff tables turn once and for all.

Blessinzy:
ladies are different creatures entirely...

So what is your main point then?!

Definition: The advocacy of women's rights on the ground of the equality of the sexes.


Now I've submitted the true definition of Feminism, be patient enough to check out the short story below about the cons of Feminism in our Society everyday.



Nora was the kind that wanted to enjoy her teen years. She was that fictional kind of young girl, that was so pretty that many called her a ripe fruit way too often.

She was only 16 but her beauty continued blooming each and everyday. She admired herself daily anything she arose up from her slumber and whenever she was returning back to it.

Her friends would compliment her in every dress. Her hair was ebony, shiny and wavy. Her legs were the perfect shape and colour. Her skin was just in match with the colour of her hair and her amazing set of teeth. Nora was therefore perfect.

There came that certain age when she wanted to know more about being a female, especially as she was approaching 17 and almost out of her Secondary School incarnation days. She felt she deserved a tad of freedom in her Life. But she was restricted to go to parties, unlike her friends.

She was envious of them and also her twin brother, Nelson, who never missed out on any party. He was exactly the same age as herself but things were so different between the two of them.

Nelson was free to do whatever he wanted and their parents let him do so. They protected Nora so much, making her insecure and vaguely unhappy. She felt she deserved much more.

Then, Nora decided to ask the Online world why it was so different in raising boys than girls. Girls are always so protected and treated differently by their guardians and older folks, unlike the boys. She wanted to learn more, for she was highly desperate and hungry for answers. She wanted to fight for something she was lacking.



Now that the short story piece is over, I think I may have a few answers to Nora's questions. I feel a lot of other young girls like myself may have similar questions as well.



This might not turn out to be a Feminist post after all. But the main question is actually, why do boys get raised differently than girls? Is it because girls make babies? True. Boys can make another girl make a baby as well (True too!). But we are the same. Laws and customs made things so different, making Life grow into something else each and every new day.


It is actually not so scary after all. All it takes is a little time and a lot of knowledge. For more information, hook up with more Feminist/Feminism posts on the Internet for further help and support.

So beautiful and captivating indeed. This article should blow your mind literally, as long as you're just in love with Books as Art as I am.

Books are beautiful but where a Book lies matters a lot more.

Check out some of the most beautiful libraries all around the world below and enjoy every bit of its sight.

Wrapped up in my bed, late at night as my favourite record from my favourite band, Maroon 5 filled the calm and dark ambience of my room.



There I laid on my bed, desperately thinking deeply about my last session with my new girlfriend, Cindy Morgan. She was the girl of my dreams. She was beautiful, coy but very active and alive to our little and foolish desperate things.



I was getting bored and wanted her to come over to the apartment but I didn't want to, because of my blind and deaf Mother, yes, for she was truly handicapped. Life has been so rough and tough for the both of us after my worthless Father abandoned us a lot of years ago.



Gosh, I hated him so much! Mother would stare at me a lot of times before she went blind like a bat, telling me how much I looked like that worthless Idiot. That worthless idiot was still my Father, even though I tried to ignore that aching thought a lot of times.



Back to my calm and dark reality, my favourite track, 'She will be Loved' from the Maroon 5 album oozed all over my room until I heard a faint knock on my door.



It was definitely my Mother. She still managed to go all around our small apartment of a house whenever she needed to. She knitted sweaters for the young and the elderly and she got paid every once in a while. I worked in a Fish Processing Company and I got paid big time sometimes too.



We were almost poor but still happy. Cindy was wealthy. She almost had pennies hidden in her Cooch.



I got up quickly to answer the door and there stood my Mother, with that forgiving smile plastered on her wrinkled face. She tried to get into my room and I helped her get in quickly. The music was turned on to the loudest volume and she still couldn't hear a thing. It was a joy sometimes that she was deaf.



She sat on my bed for some moments before kissing me Goodnight. I smiled at her and placed a kiss on her cracked cheeks too. She walked out of my room and it was vivid it was the end of the night for her.



But it wasn't the same for me, I decided to text my girlfriend and a while later, she didn't reply back. She was a humble dog as if to my bone. She came running and jumping whenever I wanted her to, but this time, things were odd and different.



I decided to call her then and it took her a few seconds to answer, her soft voice, almost like a damsel in danger echoed on the other side of the phone.
"Billy! Stop it!" She giggled slightly, trying to stop something or someone. I got up from the nestling nature of my bed and decided to hear her out some more. I suddenly felt I was just as deaf as my unfortunate Mother.



"Who's Billy, Cindy?" I curtly questioned her. It took her a while to reply and I totally arose from my bed now. I was uncomfortable and giddy suddenly.



"Billy's um- a dog! Dad got me a new dog." Cindy sounded more distressed now and I probably sounded jealous or just desperate.
"A dog? What dog are you talking about? You hate dogs!" I quickly added. "Well, I don't anymore, Fred!".



We talked in bits and I was almost getting bored with the random conversations when I requested for her to come over to the apartment but she declined. She declined softly. She never declined softly.



Just like our first time, I inserted myself slowly yet deeply into her. She was getting the hang of our circular and satisfying motions until when she yelped out and declined the activity suddenly.



"I could get hurt, Fred. Take it easy! Ouch!" She moaned quietly. She could also choose to yell since we were literally home alone.



I obeyed and went as slow as my second head would let me. Soon, we were done and I let go deeply, screaming her name like a litany.
"That was Awesome. Now, I might never go a day without doing this with you!" Cindy confirmed, trying to find her underwear in the dark.
"It has to be just me, okay?". We kissed and soon, Nature cheated our eyes, making us fall into a really deep sleep.






I was racing my Mother's old junk yard Jeep that late at night, heading to Cindy Father's House. It wasn't so far away and I didn't care what her Father would say about a Fish smelling dude like me. I was just desperate if Cindy really liked dogs, like she claimed now or not.







My Mother was back home, sipping from her cup of hot tea. She still managed to cook, that is make tea. I only made the main dishes and sometimes, she managed to wash the dishes. She wasn't so inactive around the house after all.



Mother decided to head back downstairs to rinse the now empty cup, which was filled with tea before. She slowly got into her fluffy slippers and held her stick, her only companion, aside me and the worthless Idiot.



She walked slowly down the stairs, descending slowly through the squeaky stairs when she suddenly tripped and fell. She called out for my name but I was just too busy, finding out if Billy was a real dog or a person. Mother just had to wait.








Cindy was shocked when I was pounding on the huge gate of her Father's house. Mr Morgan had an annoying stare on his face as he saw my dark and angry figure suddenly. He called out to me as, 'Fish Boy' and I ignored all of his other rude comments about my personality.



I just didn't care. Cindy was almost getting out of the building and reaching towards me at the gate side but her Father stopped her.



"But Daddy! I've to see him. He's my boyfriend and I love him!" Cindy cooed, rolling her blue deep eyes at her Father.
"Do you really love me, Cindy?" I quickly added, making Mr Morgan gawk at me once again.




"What are you talking about, Fred? Of course, I do!". Cindy was gawking at me too, making me insecure and uncomfortable suddenly.



"Mr Morgan, did you buy a dog named Billy for Cindy?"
"What is he talking about, Cindy? You hate dogs!" Mr Morgan moved his gaze from me to Cindy, her limbs almost trembling.



"Cindy! Talk to me now!" Mr Morgan added, his voice sounding like thunder. Cindy was mute and her blue deep eyes were suddenly shallow to me now.









Mother was now cold, lifeless and bored on the cold, hard ground. The empty cup was in broken pieces on the floor. It was her favourite cup as she once told me the worthless Idiot gave it to her as a Present.



It was chipped on several parts and on several occasions but she just loved that cup way too much. I would question her several times why it was so but I got no reply.



Now, she was gone and it was all the worthless Idiot's fault.


Boredom might have made him go far away from us. That same Boredom made my Mother trip and die. Boredom made me curious enough to find out if Billy was a dog or just another dude. Boredom made me do it!

Our 'Word of the Day' today sounds like a pretty big deal but it's actually not at all. Big words could scare the biggest man alive. And that's why, we've Word of the Day everyday to help conquer that fear and/or intimidation.


Here goes our Word of the Day below then.


Tintinnabulation: A ringing or tinkling sound.


Example Sentence:
1. The sounds was a tiny tintinnabulation, faint as fairy bells.

Maiyadi18:
Great Job dear... Impressed

Thank you very much. I'm glad you enjoyed every bit of it

The true meaning of Literature can be defined as a Mirror - just as a means of reflection but of Life. It's also called a Window to the true outsides of Life.




You might expect this post to be as old as one of these 'Shakespearean' Literature articles but it's actually the exact opposite.





A wise post once said, Information is meant to either educate, enlighten or entertain the listener/reader.





Therefore, if Literature couldn't be truly found in the biggest of books in history. That means, it could be found somewhere and anywhere else.





The main and three Genres of Literature include, Drama (The famous Reality Tv shows, Commercials, Music Videos, etc) which involves Characterisation with its Characters and most importantly, Action.





The next is, Poetry (Poems and Song Lyrics, etc) and lastly, Prose (Magazines and Newspapers Articles, Textbooks, etc).





Indeed, Literature could be found everywhere and anywhere as long as Life goes on.

Google never lies. In fact, your Mother never lies so why should Google?! Think about that deeply!




Every year, folks around carry their heads on their shoulders up high that, 'Boxing Day' is actually Muhammed Alli's day or Floyd Mayweather's. So wrong!




Boxing Day, properly defined by Google is also known as the Second Day of Christmas. If you're familiar with that popular 'Twelve days of Christmas' song, you should know the Second day of Christmas is related to the infamous, Two turtle doves.




Now, back to the main issue, Boxing day isn't at all related to fighting, boxing and causing chaos for fun. It's simply about sending gifts to friends, family and loved ones respectively.




This should stop the fiasco of lies ever going around on Boxing Day every year. Spread love today and enlighten others as well.

Books, Oh Books
Somewhat like a Hook
To the most educated minds
Always making up for time
Sometimes too big
Sometimes way too small
Rusty on the outside
Ever so neat on the inside
For the young and the old
Isn't it great it's so?
Books, Oh Books
Even on my dying bed
I remember my first pen
Writing stories for the future
And forever that I nurtured
You're my Best friend
And I will always tell