The other day I was at a friend’s house, we were doing some projects together. It was a video project and I was supplying the script, while I dictated the words he wrote them on his diary book, the huge corporate type diaries. Everything was going along fine until my name came up in the script.
Early Saturday morning on the 31st of August, a meeting of bright young minds was held at Be Better Center Gudu-Abuja, which I was privileged to be a part of. The program, organized by The Bridge Project and headed by the industrious Omagbitse Barrow consisted of a training for 20 NYSC members. The objective was primarily to help train young people to transition from school life to work place, and to help us become thought-leaders in our societies.
It was Thursday afternoon, my favourite day of the week, when I received a call from my cousin Hamida telling me about some writing event that was about to go down.
It was a Talent Show for writers and naturally that peaked my interest.
It is a fascinating time we live in, where knowledge and data is growing at a tremendous rate. Yet, at the same time rife with wars, famine, poverty and other human actions that result in devastating consequences. While this is happening the world over, some had it worse than others, to be specific, the colonized countries suffer the most, our Arewa included. But interestingly, where some saw disasters, others saw instead an opportunity, an opportunity to grow, to adapt and to succeed as businessmen and entrepreneurs.
At really cheap rates, you can get very good and affordable t-shirts that are printed and customized specifically to your taste. Custom t-shirt designs are incredibly popular in Nigeria thanks to everyone’s innate sense of personality and the need to express it.
That sense of personality is what breeds the idea of wanting to own a tshirt that expresses YOU, and what you believe in. Many people personalize it by printing their names on the t-shirts, or by having one for their birthdays or school graduations.
The Dream Of A Writer (Part II) FeaturedWritten by Hafiz Mukhtar Mahmud
During one very hot day I found myself travelling to an even hotter part of the country, Azare, an arid desert. The folks there will not admit it but it is a freaking village. I and a friend Suleiman were visiting someone and we were going to celebrate the Eid there. I was anticipating the fun.
Our bus was swiftly cutting through the heat waves that seem to look as if they would roast a chicken.
The Dream Of A Writer (Part I) FeaturedWritten by Hafiz Mukhtar Mahmud
I have never been that excited about school in my life, as I waited anxiously for Monday morning to approach, that has never happened. I was about 10 years old at the time and it was the night prior to showing my teacher the first ever story I wrote, correction, the first ever anything I wrote.