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The crickets have begun to sing and the clouds are now a thick blanket of darkness. It would have been a perfectly peaceful and quiet night if not for the loud snoring of my father. Whenever my father began to snore, nothing in the world could wake him up from his slumber; it was time, it was now or never!
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MY KATSINA EXPRIENCE

When my National Youth Service Corps posting letter came out and I saw that I was posted to Katsina state, I burst into some sort of hysterical laughter, you know that kind of laughter that when you stop, you will just start crying.
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Dirty Secrets

Hugh......Donald again. What she needed was a glass of cold water, it would calm her down and ease her parched throat but, why was she so thirsty all of sudden. The air-condition was on and yet beads of sweat formed on her forehead; she definitely needed that glass of water.
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