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Wednesday, 28 December 2016

09/12/2016

R.neefah

How would you learn to love
When confessing your love is a mistake

When will the earth sing a song
And see its children make a move

It all went down
When all but not all choice are hidden
And you just make a move
With the only visible choice

Random and awkward
In the midst of all and sundry
It went down
And then it started

Could this be real
Does love really happen
Going through the cardinal points of her head
All unanswered

But when the earth sings
And she confesses her love
It becomes a mistake.

Sunday, 25 December 2016

The Falling Kingdom

Oniranu

One prophesied sorceress. One rebel. One Princess. Three Kingdoms. 4 elememtia. This book tells a story of the kingdom of mytica. There are basically four protagonists and numerous antagonists. Death, Love, Hatred dominates the book. It's cool I guess... But not overly exciting. A few intense suspense here and there and lots of internal dialogue. All in all, it's a good book.

Download it here



Friday, 23 December 2016

Maiden Chief - Episode 1

Oniranu

I had decided to enter a bike seeing as I was getting late for class. It was 8:45 and class was supposed to start by 9am. It was my first day of classes in the University. I sent a silent prayer to the heavens that my day should go well. I had cased the venue for my lectures when the timetable was released last week, so all I had to do was..
Me:Bike! Bike!
(A bikeman wearing a faded helmet stops)
Bikeman:(In pidgin) Where you wan go?
Me:Faculty of Tech
(Bikeman sizes me up, obviously reading the fresher aura on me and said...)
Bikeman: Na N200 oh
Some aspect of my mind probably knew he was duping me but I didn't care 'coz I did not want to be late for my first class. I boarded the bike and off we went.
As I arrived at my faculty, I headed for the department of petroleum engineering FLT and entered through the back entrance and found a seat. The lecture hall was full with close to 200 students. The seat was situated close to the window, beside a very pretty dark girl. The decision to pick this seat may or may not have been influenced by the dark pretty girl sitting right beside the seat. The teacher passed a sheet around for our details and I got to know the pretty dark girl had a name - Lateefah. The teacher introduced himself as Prof. Olakunle and his course was pet 112, introduction tonpetroleum engineering. After the brief introduction he began teaching immediately. I had read extensively on this course and this topic - mechanics of engineering - was something I understood well enough, so I decided to get to know Lateefah better(I can't come and start dulling myself na).
Me:(with my trademark killer smile) Hey, wassup
She peered at me over her glasses. Did i mention she wore specs? Yeah she did. I never thought Ojugo girls could ever look hot,but Lateefah rocked it in her pink skirt and white top. Her hair was properly styled to fall back on her shoulders and expose the delicate curve of her neck. She looked at me carefully then mumbled something.

Me: Err....sorry i didn't get you
Lateefah: (speaking through clenched teeth) The professor is watching us!

I looked up to see Prof Olakunle giving me a 'warn yourself' glare as he explained a concept to the class.

Me: (whispering) So, what's your name?
She gave me an exasperated "really??" look and rolled her eyes. She saw me still looking at her expectantly and whispered back.

Lateefah: I don't give my name to strangers

I smiled to myself. She wanted to play tough abii. Two can play this game.

Me: My name is Collins, I'm from Lagos, playful, best food is plantain and egg, I like pretty girls.

At the last part of my sentence the corners of her mouth curved up in a smile. I jubilated inwardly. Mission one accomplished! I was on a roll now and I continued..

Me: And now you know more about me than everyone in this hall.

Lateefah:(resigned) I'm lateefah

The inner me gave a whoop! Mission 2 accomplished!!

We continued back and forth and I made her laugh a lot, to the chagrin of Prof Olakunle. When we we're given a quick class work, I chilled till the class was over and turned to Lateefah to continue my parole when she pushed a peice of paper into my hand, got up and left in a hurry.
I unwrapped the paper slowly and written in the middle in a neat cursive script were the words:

                                    "080945****8
                                        Call me"

I grinned to myself and stood up, heading for the next class. Why did i even bother wondering if today was going to go well? I swaggered out of the FLT with the paper in my pocket making me feel like the luckiest guy on earth.

Comment "done" if you're done reading. ✌

Wednesday, 21 December 2016

Romance

Marypeace
Stucked up in different thoughts running in her mind and head,
Should I do it?Should I allow him? 
I ought not to be doing this.
But no one is here,
He's kind of hot,
He has a built body and nice body frame,
But your parents didn't teach you this
Comes a thought,
But... ..his handsomeness strikes through my heart like thunder cracking the clouds after the lightning has run through the clouds.


She's got a sexy body,just take a look at her figure.
Tiny waist and nice hips with her upper part in right shape,
The up and down in correct and right proportion,
Beautiful face but now looks like a mermaid with her face painted with broad and sweet smile,
Shaped by her well sculptured and great lips. 
She's just irresistible! I'm falling already for this girl!... Thus goes his thoughts. 

Both didn't know when they drowned in the ocean of romance, 
Both hugging and kissing.
Entering into the realm of romance and love,
Licking and smashing each other lips,
Leaning on the wall but inconvenience came in,
 Then they ended up on the bed,
With hands surfing every part of body available.


Consciousness taking heavy steps in their heads
Serving as reminder,
Reminding them of the steps they are taking in the realm of romance,
Hitting on their head and mind... No Sex! 
But the body wanted more.
They held each other closer and tighter,
Kissing each other harder.
Wanting to go into the last stage,
Consciousness made a heavy and sharp snap bringing them back to their right senses.
They stopped and breathed heavily like a prey running away from its predator,
Adjusted their clothes and chatted as if nothing had happened.

Tuesday, 20 December 2016

The Iron Druid Chronicles

Oniranu

I have never thought druids we're awesome or very gifted, especial after I watched Merlin and saw how easy it was for king uther to oppress them. Well, that was till i read this book. The iron druid, Mr atticus Sullivan a.k.a siodechan suleiban is the last druid on earth. He has survived for thousands of years, escaping fey assassins and troublesome gods. The secret of his immortality lies in his name.. Iron druid-seeing as iron was poisonous to the fey. He also drank a special brew of tea called immortali-tea. Lol. Friends with a werewolf and vampire, he was hunted by gods from different pantheons, Zeus, fand, Loki, and the dark elves themselves. Sit tight and get ready to experience mind bliss in this book as you begin to understand the real way magic works.

Download iron druid book 1- hexed






Sunday, 11 December 2016

The Gifted Thief

Oniranu

Okay... I've read a lot of books,  and I mean a lot. But this book is really awesome. It's thrilling, suspense filled, unexpected, snarky and crazy. Although I don't like the way the heroine was thirsting for that smug idiot buh girls will be girls😒

Its an awesome book written by Helen Harper with an amazing plot. It extends to book 4 (which I just downloaded and I'm bout to read😝😝) featuring intergrity and her painfully dry jokes. Lol. Check it out guys. I promise you won't be disappointed. Download link below.




Download Gifted Thief by Helen Harper




Friday, 2 December 2016

Throne OF gOds (Afican gods game) sango isthere (action!)

Oniranu
I won't say they stole my idea for the rave gods but I wanna applaud the creativity of the geniuses who came up with this idea.  I fell in love with it instantly.  Can't wait for the upgrade tho.  Saw this on konibi.com.  download link is below the image




download the game here

Tuesday, 29 November 2016

LONELINESS

Marypeace
Pretending to be sleeping,
But thoughts roaming in her head like a working ceiling fan,
Trying to run away from the world,
Which way should be taken,
Up,down,right,or left?
But unknowingly embraced the sleep,
And falls into the scariest place ever.
All alone in the world of darkness of loneliness 
Fear on the inside and outside,
No one to cry to for help,
Trying to take bold steps,
But the boldness fades away before taking any steps.
Loneliness swallows her,
Wobbling limbs,weak sight,
All strength lost and locked in the bottomless pit,
Collapsing into the arms of the crust,
Her heart and head screaming on the inside with all their strength.
Where hart thou oh light! Help me!
Why hart thou forsaken me? Oh friends!
Thou said thou wilt be there for me,
When thou looked upon me for help,I offered one,
After getting your desire,thou pushed me out from your life.
Now I'm all alone 
What is then friendship?
What is it usefulness?
What is my worth being thou friend?
For thou to forsake and render me helpless.



Monday, 21 November 2016

MY LOVE

Marypeace
When I look into the waters,
All I see is your face,
With a broad smile painting your face,
With the beauty of nature,
That cannot be comprehended,
That cannot be contained in a beautiful vessel,
A beautiful drawing cannot describe it,
The gorgeousness of your face.

When I look into the sky,
All I see is your manly face,
Shinning like the sun,
Glowing like the rainbows, 
And when you open your teeth to smile,
Your smile melts my heart, 
As a sun will melt an ice.

HELP NEEDED

Marypeace
Looking into sky and seeing gathered cloud,
Expecting drops of rain,
Alas! it was blood that fell.
Yes! Wind has its own special tune,
But it was painful wails of people that was heard,
Tiny bodies of small children lay around dead,
Those not dead lay helplessly on the floor, crying,
As hunger stings them with its poison,
Series of prayer running in their innocent tender heart,
Either to see food or die.

Mothers watched their children cry or die,
Crying and hating themselves for not being able to help their children,
Seeing the dead bodies of her children,
What's left of her,her hopes and future are all gone?
With nothing reasonable to live for,she ends her life,
Adding to the death list and releasing herself from pain of this useless life,
Sojourning to land of no pains and sufferings.
What makes a man and gives him pride?
Isn't it his wife,children and his farm?
But farms,wife,children,all gone,
What's left of this once great man? NOTHING!!
What could be done?where would help come from?
Waiting for answers and help,but was disappointed.
It would be better to have no life than have one but face the sufferings and pains all alone.

Can somebody please tell this drops of blood to stop raining!?
My ears are aching because of the wails of different voices of different languages!
I need rain and cool and clean breeze,
And not these blood and wailings!
Can somebody please say peace be still!?
To these indirect killing of lovely families!
And also to these direct killings of people!
Innocent lives are being sent to early grave,
Hunger, sickness, bombs are ending people's lives,
Can somebody please help!!!

Change - dlaw

Oniranu
Image result for change
Millions shouting,
 Thousandschanting,
  Hundreds growling,
  All for a change.


On the street of the Northerners,
 They music to my ears "Change of the nation".
In the westerners hall of residence,
  Their watchword synonyms to " Change for representation".
In the easterners business world,
  I hear few say "change our world".
All the populi clamouring for change.


Who is to bring this "change"?
   No one knows.
However, an old boar has been chosen,
to bring to them the change they desired.
"The old boar is experienced"; mentioned all.


Some Raining days after, they see less than they expected,
Complaints here,
Defence there.
Criticisms attack criticisms.
I asked myself "Is this the change they voted for?"
As I sit on the fence dividing Nigeria from the outside world,
I wonder if there had been any change at all.
But I was cautioned by chattering bird,
to listen to the soothing words of hope.
Hopefully, we will meet with the demands of
Civilization as we journey through the path of
Barbarism and Savagery.
Here I stand till its coming.

My Testimony (PART 1) - dlaw

Oniranu
Image result for black african village teenager

"Tiirin,tirin,tinrin".The timekeeper rang the bell for the last time.While i watched other students trooped out in 2's and 3's,my thoughts served as the glue that sticks my ass fastly with my seat. I resolved to soliloqusing:
  "Why has life been so Unfair?,Why is God being partial? Hhm! Today was kinda bad,oh my gosh!!! I failed all my tests despite how i read so hard by waking up during the midnights to meet up with the classworks i missed.God! For once, show me you care, save me from this ridicule, My dull performance is now the talk of the school. Will you deny me promotion to S.S.3 again??? God!!! I bet i will....."
  I stopped abruptly upon realising the fact that no threats can be carried against the so-called creator of men.
  "How i wish,his authority could be called to question...".
   "Aishat..." Someone called from behind.
 "Who could that be??"
I asked myself as my eyes shifted slowly to the direction the call came from.
Then,my eyes met hers.The person there was sarah-someone i'm not proud of as a friend nor as an enemy-She was the last person my eyes wanted to behold.Perhaps, For some of those reasons, I'm not sure of.
   "You re lost in thoughts, What's wrong???". Sarah broke the silence.She had seen the look on my face,the questioning look which meant to ask why she was there.
   "Nothing....ehm.Nothing is wrong,Just pouring my heavyheart to God." I voiced out; expecting her to take her leave but No! She seems to be inquisitive. She moved closer to me and said :
   "Aishat, can you confide in me??? I promise whatever we say here will remain a secret, Provided you tell no one too".
  "Of course, yes, but i only wanted to be alone."
 I frowned.
   "But what??"
   "Okay,take it easy; never mind, how was your test?"
  **is she pretending? Is she here to make fun of me?? Or ...** i asked myself.
   "Aishat, answer me or you have no answer to my question? ".
  "Sarah, are you here to make jest of me? Tell me if you havent heard from others that i failed?".
   "Oh no! Dont think like that, you know i would not do such thing, i havent been in school since. The principal took sewa and I to the career talk venue. I only came back for fellowship. Remember, today is friday.....". She said in a calm tone.
  "Well, i failed as usual, my fear now is if i wont repeat this session for the third time,I dont know".
  "Dont be pessimistic; there is hope,When the mirror of life get dirty with the fog of reality,just try wiping it with your faith. You'll see the clear reflection of your diary once again.
  "Really?"
"Yes, moreso, you failed tests not examinations. It doesn't matter, i ll just implore you to prepare hard. It's nothing to brood about"
  
  That moment i wish she were me. She would then know better and save her sermon for another day.

  "Aishat?"

"Hum, no matter how hard i try, my problems are always trailing behind, determined to supercede."
  "And no matter how big your problem is,  the Almighty is always there, call on the most high and He ll amend your broken heart."

   I looked at her scornfully- the look that suggests she should take her leave with no hesitation. How should i look unto someone who let Fate knocks me down everytime?.
   She must have seen and interpreted my look. For all i care!
   She said:
"Look Aish... we will talk better some other time, I'm late for fellowship now ..take care...huh?"
  I mumbled reluctantly:
"Yes, thank you".

   To be continued.

Ominira Tabi Omi Inira - Adunni

Oniranu

Image result for freedom from chains

*OMINIRA* laa bere fun
So we can be free
So we can choose
So we can trade freely in our markets
So our fathers can drink cheerfully under the tree
So our brothers can wrestle friendly in the market place
So our sisters can choose their suitors themself
So our babies can grow eating sand
So our mothers can gossip and chit chat about their husband?s infidelity in the yard
So our friends can come visiting without fear
But Alas,
OMI INIRA ni won gbe le wa lowo
A sip from this water of pain sends pain and ill-luck to the nation
Renders our father?s drink lonely
Leaves our brothers brutally murdered
Our babies don?t even have enough sand to eat
They are being taught from birth,
to hate the Hausas cos, they are murderers
cos they are dirty and smelly
Hate the Igbos cos they are the ones hoarding our fuel with greed
Hate the Yorubas cos they are extremely diabolical
cos they are evil and treacherous
The Niger Deltas have a bad accent and they are militants
if our babies are taught to hate,
where will they have enough sand to share and eat without fear
Our mothers can?t even share their marital problems with their neighbor
cos they are afraid she?ll lure him to bed
We asked for OMINIRA but they turned their backs against us and gave us *OMI INIRA*

The Only Thing - USB

Oniranu

Image result for footsteps
When you fight,
Watch your actions,
For that's the only thing,
People would remember about you.

When you walk,
Thread rather softly,
For that's the only thing,
People would pick against you.

When you do good,
Do it with sincerity,
For that's the only thing,
That you would be judged upon.

When you see me,
Smile at me,
For that's the only good,
I would remember you ever did to me.

*#USB*

Beautiful Envelope - Exquisite

Oniranu

Image result for beautiful envelope
An antidote of terror imprisoned the niche of my soul hitherto i consumed your commendation knowing not how you admired mortals calling you lord as you sit grasping the scroll with the king's pen to smile at my face by piercing my mind

Reaching me on pages my heart desire
Oh shame! nature imposed joy on the mind as it embark on it way to earn the quotient of nothing over excess
You know me not but you know not for i received your words with empathy now am with sympathy

Yes am defined in your context but am modified
Refined by the blood in your pen as I unsealed the scroll
Yes you judged me but you got a fake
Your letter was so beautiful i received with joy
But it shine more even as it contents fades away

Your words i respect your instinct i disregard
Your envelope was charming but justification is lacking
Judge not mortals they are motile
Beautiful envelope you stretched knowing not the depth of it ugly contents
Love all without justice that what a happy life implies

           # *EXQUISITE*
          #  *Writergods*

Be Brave M.I SPY

Oniranu
Image result for brave warrior
Lying on my sleep aid
Thoughts of her came drifting again by the current of the abstract
Perhaps I were wrong
Perhaps infatuation got the best of me
I really can't tell

Imprisoned in my thoughts
The words I couldn't spell out
Embedded in my heart haunting
Some thinks it's fear
Others believe it's not real
cowardice others would profess
But I never can tell.

Alone,I travel farther than the Nile
In the congregation I got lost
In my books I found images
Call it silly imaginations
It is but yours to believe in your belief
Whatever it is I can't tell.

Lonely I crave for her
Beaming with the special smiles on
Alas! Here comes her
But then the words stuck always
As d glue to an object
And I give her but the boring of times
Shyness or fate, I really can't tell.
Be brave!
Be brave!
Friends would say;
But sleep has something else,
A row boat to the world of fantasy.

*M.I SPY?*

When Tommorow Comes - Oluwasegun

Oniranu
Image result for night stars

Where do I go from here?
I heave a deep sigh,
As if to answer my rhetoric
When high seem low
On the stranger tide
Under the red dark cloak.

In the noon beneath sun blissful gaze,
And jolt in the ambiance
I share my tale, I recite the Joy
Hoping when the night comes we?ll all rejoin
Where have they all gone?

Flickers of the past
Sparkle in the moonlit dawn
With hope I strap in my gears
On, towards the day I drive,
Albeit the stench of my worries.

I?ll wake up with time
So when it?s going, I?m on the grasp
And not to fill my recite with regret
Of words and deeds I behoove to emboss,
When tomorrow comes I?ll be the boss.

Caterpillars and Similes - ADIO

Oniranu
Image result for heartbreak drawings
You were an asthmatic forcing exercises,

�Haggling prices of strife to spite death .

And I was your salient tutor.

You were a loaded gun,

I was a trigger happy finger.

We weren't born naked.�

We came clothed in ours and our mothers' cords and gourds of blood.

Gurgling back tears and lashing out like a colorblind artist

Hooking a nonexistent audience with his brush of pubic hair.

Like the smell of heavy rain on dust we were an incomplete lot.

A saddened reminder of something yet to arrive.

We were firewood, but the potency before our true name burnt us too soon.

You were a witch, bedazzling with eyes cynical behind white dripping mascaras

Begging to be seen,but overlooked.

We cut our hearts out, but it wasn't enough, so we slit our wrists.

For when the gods want blood, it is unwise to give them oil.

The only god who doesn't love gifts is death,

But you gave him all you had anyway.

I too have given my gift, dangling from a tree,�

With your tears around my neck.


-ADIO

Devil In Blue - R'neefah

Oniranu
Image result for ocean waves

You're like the ocean
Whose wave knows no bound
Swaying back and forth
Endlessly
Without giving a sign

You're like the shadow
The twin
Who never leaves
And never follow(s)
Into the dark

You're like those
Who wines and dines
And leave
With their bye's of no return

Leaving without a say
You are what you think you are what they never knew
Never saw nor felt

You're the devil in blue
Who chatters the heart
And says goodbye

Journey - Exquisite

Oniranu


My feet trampled the crust as the breeze elucidate the path to my destination through the convection of the cardinal points on the rays of particles that magnetized my legs
The cranium treasure defined the photons of trials via my tears gland

The road was smoothly roughened with speech of encouragement embedded in the molecule of pains
I cried on my way for the storm of hatred challenged my gut

My transparency explained the quality of the quantity of my integrity through my attributes towards the canal transparency of my oppositions
I stopped for my vein to reunite my spirit
Until my breath cease my journey will never stop

                 #Exquisite
                #writergods

Silent Screams - god_of_fiction

Oniranu


 Image result for pictures of glass
my heart bleeds when i feel your pain
unspoken though it is real as rain
I saw your broken smile last night
Your eyes betray you
And even your loud laughter cuts the soul like glass

I hear your silent screams
I hear it, yes its real
I know your dark thoughts
Your eyes betray you
And even your smile is as brittle as glass

You will drown soon
Your thoughts are heavy and they will kill you too
I saw your heart on the road two blocks back
Your steps betray you
And even your excuses are as tasteless as glass

                                                                                                     *#god_of_fiction*
                                                                                                       *#writergods*

Sunday, 13 November 2016

Gone

Marypeace
After spending years together,
After having unnecessary argument,
After solving it with I'm sorry,
Longing to see your lover,
At last getting to be closer,
Then seeing,hugs,cuddles and kisses,
Happy smiles and laughing wholeheartedly
But at the end,
All we see is tears and pain,
Distraction and disposed,
Bitterness and heartache.

Sunday, 6 November 2016

R.neefah

My heart is struck by lightening
And my back is turned against cupid
While earth and heaven cherish you with so much ecstasy
And all souls find you within
Themselves
I found myself tangled up in your web
With every part tied up

It hurts to know
That the one thing
So loved by all and sundry
Hurts at the same time Heals

Emptiness

R.neefah


We all laughed and dined
Everyone was happy
And then it ended
Everyone  dispersed
Into dark

And now it's empty
Left with the rumbles and rambles
Of the litters
And other creepy crawlies
In its world

Saturday, 22 October 2016

TITLE : The world's two faces

R.neefah


Knotted with the string of pretended love
The beauty of mankind
With the outer face ever smiling
Beautifully or truly perfect

The inner face
Dark demons abode
Which from the world
We try to hide

With a smile so true
The heart is stabbed
With the sword of
Self centeredness

Trust not the fruit of Adam
In a world where love and hatred strives
With their faces so unknown
The innocent falls the victim.

Sunday, 2 October 2016

What Should Be Done

Marypeace
The heart was on its own,
Gently managing the business of one person,
Having a single role to play,
To pump blood to the body.


Until when an extraordinary being came around,
Gorgeous, unique, handsome and brilliant,
With all other good qualities that can be given to a man,
And stylishly entered into the heart.


The heart's responsibility was split into two,
From managing the business of one person,
To managing the business of two persons,
With optimum care and love.


For years they both loved each other intimately,
Not minding the circumstances around them,
Settling and overcoming unnecessary lovers' disputes,
And loving each other the more.


Later one,silence crept in,
Layer on,coldness crept in,
Could it be distance?
Could it be lack of communication?


Could it be lack of attention?
What's going on?
Even without distance and lack of communication
Can love grow cold?


And with the love growing cold,
Definitely hearts begin to shatter,
Doubt begins to creep in
Will our dreams we share together ever be achieved?


Can we even end up together?
Can it work out with us?
Can we still be the same as we were?
What should be done?😥😞😩

Thursday, 11 August 2016

How  To Create Blog On Blogspot

Oniranu

How  To Create Blog On Blogspot

Today's article is basically to show How you can create blog on BlogSpot and start a blog and share your blogging skills with the world . Blogging is a art and a way to spread your ideas to the world. It also provide opportunity to the blogger to earn from your blog.

Create BlogSpot Blog

Photo credit :BroughtMeUp 

You can create and start a blog as an hobby or if you a serious blogger you are thinking of blogging then you can start a blog on BlogSpot for free with no skills required.

BlogSpot is a platform that helps you to create a blog .Starting your blog with blogger is free and simple process.You can chose any theme as well as you can upload any template of your own . So lets start with the steps how to create a blog. Also you can earn money from it by using Google Adsense and Various Affiliate Programs.

For d Don’t Have A GMail Account Then You Can Create GMail Account.


CLICK HERE TO CREATE GMAIL ACCOUNT

  1. Go to Blogger.com 
  2. Now log in with your Gmail Id
  3. Now click on CREATE NEW BLOG
  4. Now a window will open now enter the name of your blog(like i have given “create sample blog” in the images below)
  5. Create BlogSpot BlogNow give a blog address (e.g hawnsgist.blogspot.com  )
  6. NOTE- When you try to give a name to your blog then it will check for its availability. If the name is available then only you can have those address for your blog.
  7. Click on create blog.
  8. Now you will see that your Blog is created.Create BlogSpot Blog


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Wednesday, 10 August 2016

How To Build A Blog In Nigeria

Oniranu
Who says you cannot easily become successful as blogger in Nigeria? Do you think it is that difficult these days to break through as a blogger in Nigeria? No my brethren, you don’t need to pass through where Linda Ikeji passed.
I know so many Nigerians think that before someone can be successful as a blogger in Nigeria, he or she must at least be hungry and patient for at least a year. Because someone you know did not make it that easy do not mean you won’t. Successful bloggers that suffered before they became who they are today has made the journey so easy because we have learnt from their mistake and found out the easy way.
In this post, I will be showing you how you can become a successful blogger in Nigeria. I will be drawing a blueprint for you that you can use to become successful within your first 3 months as a Nigerian blogger.
Are you surprised? I know you will and maybe you have just checked who I am so you know if you should believe me.
How to Easily Become a Successful Blogger in Nigeria
1. Build a Blog around a Hungry Niche
For sure, most online blogging coach will tell you that for you to become a successful blogger, you need to build a blog around your passion (what you love). Never try that. One thing you should ask yourself is, is your niche profitable? Passion don’t pay bills, it only makes you patience. If you want to be successful as a blogger in Nigeria, go for a niche that already has a striving market and start posting informative content for the public.
If nobody is hungry to read what you are posting in your blog, it means nobody is interested in your niche or they are better resources than yours.
2. Drive Traffic to your Blog
If you ask me what makes a successful blog? I will say, “A hungry audiences”. There is no greater joy when you see lots of comment on your blog and also seeing that your posts are being shared via different social media platforms.
Don’t hesitate in doing this, immediately after building your blog with great design, publish four to five posts. There are different ways to drive traffic to a blog but I will share with you the ones that I know that works.
Facebook Advert: Facebook advert is one of the best ways of driving traffic to your blog. It works like magic, to the extent that so many online marketers prefer it to traditional advert. It tends to convert better and faster because it is targeted to reach the specific people you want to reach.
PPC Advertisement: This also works so well because you only pay when someone clicks on your advert and land on your blog. In this method, your advert will be display on different platform online to drive traffic to your blog.
But what do you do with this traffic when they come to your blog? Are they just going to read your content, comment and leave? Your job here is to convert this traffic into subscribers.
Here is how it works, you first plan something like a campaign and make it your landing page. It can be a free eBook, podcast, or a very valuable content on your blog. Then you run an advert using any of the two I gave above. I will suggest Facebook because it is very effective, then when people click through your link, they will land on your landing page where your content will be waiting for them.
You bribe them with either a free eBook or video so you can get their name and email address to build your list. After which, you start building relationship with them by sending weekly newsletter to them consistently.
3. Create a Product
How do you do this? As you begin to consistently send newsletter to your list weekly and also post on your blog, you start getting feedback on what they really need through their comment and how you can provide it to them. To be sure of what you are thinking they need, you can run a survey to find what.
Ask them question like, “If you have the opportunity to have lunch with me for one hour, what two questions would you like to ask me?” when you drop such question to your audience, it spark up different thought in their minds and they start dropping their questions to you.
You will do them good by providing answers to the ones that are very straight forward, while the ones that the answers may look a bit complex, you compile the answers and create an eBook with it.
Don’t wait till you have 1000 subscribers on your list before you start selling; start thinking of selling from the day you get your first subscriber.
This eBook becomes your first product. The number one reason why most bloggers fail in the blogging niche is that they first create a product before they even have an audience. How would you expect people that don’t even know you to buy from you? Haven’t you heard that people do business with people that they KNOW, LIKE and
TRUST?
4. Launch your Product
Your product will sell because now it is your audience that told you their problems and your product is specifically going to solve their problems. And you have already build relationship with your audience so you don’t need too much conviction.
Your first product should not be charge too high, you can upsell them later with a more complex product. The average price for small product in Nigeria most especially eBook is ₦2500. Imagine just 100 people get to buy this eBook from you, that will give an income of ₦250,000. Will this take you up to six month to achieve? Hell no, it won’t even take 5.
In summary, creating and designing a blog shouldn’t take more than two weeks. Then, you start publishing your post and share the links on various social media platforms and start checking your site stat.
After one month of publishing informative content on your blog, you then plan your campaign, run a one-week Facebook advert and start building your email list. And immediately start feeding your list with useful content that they will love.
The next month you are already packaging your first product and thinking of launching it. That’s it. This should take you roughly three month to start smiling to the bank.
Go tell that person who told you that it takes years to start making your first five figures that it takes three months. So, what are you waiting for?
Simple formulae:
Build a blog
Create your Product
Launch your Product


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Tuesday, 9 August 2016

Download Harry Potter and the cursed Child

Oniranu

O ye book lovers; a new book has been added to the famous Harry Potter series. It promises to be Fantastic.
Click the link below to download 


Who is Harry Potter?
Harry Potter is a fictional character in the series Harry Potter where he acts as the protagonist. His parents were killed by his arch enemy Voldermot in his ( Voldermort’s) search for power and Harry potter got a scar to show for it. He eventually defeated HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED (Voldermot) in the last book of the series.

20 10

R.neefah

She was naive
           Then she fell
She had no worries
           Till one visited
A happy child
           That was then

What happened
          To the girl I once knew

                                     She's no more

Karma

R.neefah

In remembrance
Of the pain you caused
           You shall
Maunder
      Wonder
              Ponder
Till your last breath
Becomes a
                         Blunder

Monday, 8 August 2016

Do Not Give Up

Marypeace

On the field of life,there are many players aiming at as many goals you may be aiming at,
Many times when you fall and miss the ball when you're about scoring after facing problems, challenges, disappointments, false accusations from other opponents or even from those that you are in the same team(friends and family),
Concluding that that's the end of game, and that opting out of the game is the best and final solution (death),
No! that's not the end, instead rise again!Stay focused! Make your body,soul,mind and spirit strong and be at alert,
Aim at the ball again and with all your effort(determination, hardwork and prayer),
Hit the ball hard into the net,then all we see and hear is IT IS A GOAL, you win! and you're awarded at the end of the game on the field of life.

Pain Of An African Child

Marypeace

Oh Africa! What hath thou done to me?
Is it unfairly bad to have a family from thou?
With parents as spokespersons for me
Ever since I have known right from wrong

I have always wondered if I have a mind
I have always wondered if I have a mouth
I have always wondered if I have the guts
Because thou, oh spokespersons do all these things for me

Already in the world for years
But hath lost my self esteem
I have lost my self defense
With mind,mouth and guts sealed up on the inside

Why hath thou done this to me oh parents!
Are thou not my guide?
Are thou not my encouragement?
But thou forgot and abused my abilities

But I shall rise again!
Like a dead seed being watered
I shall regain my strength back
Like an eagle which just renewed its strength

And I shall fight for my right
Stand strongly and firmly like the soldiers of Israel
Fight my battle like an wounded angry lion
And win back my lost life!

Wednesday, 27 July 2016

MY DREAM,MY NIGERIA

Oniranu

                     I believe in a Nigeria filled with promises                      A black soil which is fertile,a black race of unity               A nation shielded in the canopy of love,peace and integrity                                 I dream of a Nigeria where children play in the streets without fear of death            A Nigeria which is not pregnant with tribalism and corruption                            A nation where the least citizen's voice can be heard  Why,when and how was this  dimension created                That deep black hole that sucked us in continuously till we were almost knocked out of existence.                          'OH NIGERIA' my fallen nation                                  who will save you from thyself                                    from this problem you so created                                  the lies,deceit and senseless limitations you embraced       The fake smiles and unruly behaviours you put up with  Why didn't you say 'NO'.       Why lay thou you as a feeble baby                            while men with fair bodies and long sticks weaken thy flesh                                      WAKE UP FROM YOUR SLEEP OH AFRICA,wake up from thy slumber oh Nigeria wash away the dirts of ignorance from thy wrinkled face            for  thy days are numbered                                  OH Nigeria,Give me a reason to believe                A reason to hope                                                  A reason to ' DREAM '


By Retta

Monday, 25 July 2016

*Nature’s Love and Beauty*

Oniranu

While on my comfort zone, I started wondering about the subtility of nature and it’s awe-inspiring calls and then observed that it can’t be fully comprehended through speculations but by going to them, which to my astonishment got my nervous system to encapsulate virtually all about them from left, right and center with the horoscopic affinity between the calls and songs of their various garrulous sagacity just for the actions of the organs.
Just a while on sedentary, took my best foot wear on a well washed natives and landed my eyes wear to the normal position and then drove-off with my renovated jalopy and away was I for the day’s experience! Then the nice and dancing trees bid me good luck and I decided to have a tete-a-tete with her, after which she dashed my black polished bag five of her best products, wow! That was fantastic!
From their I decided to visit the running and cool streams, they were so happy and grateful for seeing their best pal. We both talked and talked till the scorching sun began being momentous and was left with no option, but to go and see my place of residence. Then, and only then was the stream able to wash away the little dirt from the tree’s product and away, I drove-off!
Wow! These elements are very crucial to my living, I thought for a while. But I observed in all that these natural elements, the sun, rocks, trees, winds and a whole lot of them seems to be aggravated and happy when I speaks to them and can only be elucidated and explicated when I visits. That’s a mind-blowing adventure even from the brain cells to the phalanges, a wonderful one indeed!

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SERVANT-LEADERS,WITH THOU I PITCH MY TENT.

Oniranu


Adeleke John Colossus.

After series of arguments and questions which has started causing heat during the study of politics class in the Air conditioned Large lecture theatre of the first and best faculty of the social sciences in the country,A very good senior friend and colleague of mine-Mr Abdulahi Yusuf asked unequivocally "Sir,We have been diagnosing and analysing the problems of our dear country but a suitable way out has not been provided. As an experienced and erudite professor of political science ,what is the way out of this national dilemma". And as expected This question generates a lot of noise-like praises and accolades in the LLT that evening. After waiting for what seems like eternity for the noise to subside,Prof O.B.C Nwolise majestically walked in an humorous way in which he is known for to the board and wrote boldly "OUR LEADERS MUST BECOME SERVANTS".
This and many occasions has affirmed the fact that for us to have efficiency in leadership,servanthood is the key. I'm not surprised the late preacher,leader and public commentator -Dr Myles Munroe wrote in one of his publications that servanthood is the nature and attribute of true leaders.TRUE LEADERS!!! Servanthood connotes humility,selflessness,discipline,loyalty and total adherence to the voice of the people. Even looking at it from the religious binoculars,the two great holy books preach the tenet of leading through service. Unfortunately, this has been what our leaders are lacking at all levels. Let me close this short epistle with the popular maxim of the most ideological Socio-academic and political forum in the whole of the  south of the sahara,north of the Limpopo ,east of the skilashi and west of the skelemba-DGPF which says "TRUE LEADERSHIP IS SERVANTHOOD"......

HELLO,HOW ARE YOU TODAY?

Oniranu

-
I do everytin to make others happy
But no one cares to make me happy
  This life seems to be a waste
Why can't I make myself happy?

    A world of not-caring
Its just so painful to bear
  Its a world of not-caring
Even God they seem not to fear
      
And even to church they go to pray
  To ask their sins be forgiven
Their smiles seems to be fake and to you they say
Hello,how are you today?

By itz Birch

Maths???

Oniranu

dread of the night
fear of the day
your rule alone is right
unknown is your domain
your ruling sign is X
equations and formulas
are your wicked gospel
Y we really don't know
all this great confusion
you seem to revel in
the signs of the algebraic
that you love oh so dearly
are to us very deadly
only if it were love
that keeps us awake all night
that makes our hearts erratic and wildly imagine
that makes souls yearn
but alas
it is the fear of your lovely art
O great mathematics

I wrote this during maths exam

By #Yhungspiyc

Sunday, 24 July 2016

*That hovering thought*

Oniranu



In the early hours of a pleasant Saturday morning, between the sleeping and eating periods, when the chucklings of the birds and the bleating of the goats was heard no more, when the scorching sun was no more and the pregnancy of the cloud was near, when the winds were soundy and the farmers’ plants thirsty for water, then was a triggering and clueless thoughts inhabiting a particular entity. At that moment, the long rest had gone on a vacation, leaving behind, a compromising and ‘instinctive’ thought!
After several hours, the chuckles of the birds and barking of dogs were heard, and then was the presence of a white cloud in dressed beautiful apparels and lovely robes for the days blessing. Having observed all these, I went to answer the calling of the chores and decided the next line of activity-playing games, visiting a friend, calling some old folks or catching the lost sleep. I decided to take a walk.
While walking, I found out that I’ve been dressed in costly apparels just like the morning cloud. I put on a nice and black-coloured pair of  glasses, a scholar’s bag on my back and a nicely sprayed deodorant, afterwards, I set-off. I walked like a man taking a survey and not having the basic skills. As I kept on walking aimlessly, I observed the noise from a long pathway and noticed that it must be a market scene, wow! I thought of what to get but was confused as to what to eat for that day. I saw animals bleating, trees waving and the songs of the vehicles and then decided to get a nicely prepared Scotch egg, which was attractive to the organs!
And I tried to get things needed for the body’s build-up, but sighted something which I couldn’t explain at first sight until I needed a close examination and comprehension. What was it that I sighted?  I saw that different……

To be continued…

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Thursday, 7 July 2016

NOTICE

Oniranu

Hello,
We'd like to bring to our avid readers notice of change of name of site.  The blog crazyghidi.blogspot.com will soon undergo a name change due to some administration and ownership issues, and to commiserate this event, we would release an ebook containig 70 websites in which interested writers can write for and make not less than $50. This has been confirmed without doubt. It will be released by midnight tomorrow. The process cash into this great opportunity is simple. Go to hawnsgist.blogspot.com or crazyghidi.blogspot.com and submit your email address in the required field. This offer lasts till the 21st of july 2016 after which the ebook will be sold for N3,000.
Concerning the ongoing Rave series, to our readers both in Africa, Asia and south America especially, the change of name of site wont affect that.
Enjoy the rest of your day!

For any questions;
Email: awolesigideon@gmail.com
Tel: 08096360846

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Tuesday, 5 July 2016

TITLE : Road to hell

R.neefah


The road to hell they  say
Is paved with good intentions
Intentions so blur as the devils smile
Stealing every precious jewel
In my possession

When I sought what I didn't have,
When I sought what I wanted,
In the midst of me and them,
Forgetting what I have.

Selfish love takes everything in its reach.
If life was a game, I would be a winner ,
But nothing is fair in the game of life ,
Life itself is not a fair game ,
So I lost.

Scribbles

R.neefah

Should I kill the pen
              Or
Should I make the word
Should I make the world out of my scribbled words
               Or
Do I scribble out the words
With the use of the world and my enchanted pen and ink it's soul

Am I truly the one who creates words
           Or
The one who doesn't believe he creates words

Am I to make use of these words
                  Or
To live in this world

Do I really write these words ?
Do I write what they call beautiful ?

Maybe I don't believe myself
            Or
Maybe I really create these words
Out of this existing world
Maybe.
                R'neefah

TITLE: When tomorrow comes

R.neefah

when tomorrow comes
Tell it what the past held
And what the present brought
Tell it of pain and anguish
And of happiness

When dawn has walked away
With moonlight in its arm
And the day gives rise
To its bouncing baby sun
Over and over again

As long as breathing doesn't blin
And man is still alive
To cause and to conquer

When tomorrow comes
And it is as ignorant as the latters
Tell it
To remember it is always pregnant
And one day,
It's pregnancy shall favor us

Tuesday, 14 June 2016

Underwear

Oniranu
Let it be heard, let it be felt,
Let it be learnt, let it be known,
That Ghidi is here, that ghidi will air,
Let it be said, that ghidi will speak,
That Ghidi will talk, about our state,
About the country, I hope you can see, I hope that you know
That as long as we live inside of a country where corruption is, corruption will be.
It ain't just today or yesterday
its everyday the masses will pray.
Let it be heard, let it be felt,
Let it be learnt, let it be known,
That Ghidi is here, that ghidi will air,
Let it be said, that ghidi will speak,
That Ghidi will talk, ghidi will knock,
So you can know, so you'll believe
That petrol is cost and not just because the government said the Avengers alone are keeping it away from being utilised.
Let it be heard, let it be felt,
Let it be learnt, let it be known,
That Ghidi is here, that ghidi will air,
Let it be said, that ghidi will speak,
That ghidi has seen the secret they hide, the reason they fight for the right theyre denied.

Thursday, 9 June 2016

Rave - episode 1

Oniranu
'I'd have thought you'd have learned your lesson by now omotola, for how long will i tell you not to go to the stream before the cock crows?'
'But maami, I needed to wash my clothes for the cultural... '
' Gbenu e dake '(keep shut).' Cultural this and cultural that, every time you're always involved in one cultural hullabaloo or the other. Are you the only girl in the village nii?
Omotola smiled winningly and knelt making sure her two knees touched the floor properly.
'I'm sorry mother, I promise not to do this anymore '
Her mother gave her 'the look ', clearly not believing her for a second.
'Just leave my presence, omo alaigboron (child that refuses to listen to instructions)'.
Omotola grinned mischievously and ran out the door to join the remaining girls playing on the clouds. Yeah, you heard right. Clouds. I suppose i forgot to mention that omotola is a goddess and so is her mother and everyone in this story. Well almost everyone, Gods need their mortals every now and then. This story is set in a different universe from ours but on the same parrallel dimension. I don't really understand it, omolola can explain better. Gods live in the sky and walk on the clouds like solid ground. They appear like normal people except for their incredible height, extreme beauty or handsomeness as the case may be and their blue blood. Oh!, and their awesome powers. Each God could do anything except kill each other... It went against their very nature. They were a peaceful sort... Until ......
'Omotola thats not fair na', complained arike 'the rules said to strike at the heart, not the head', she said pointing at the ruined sigidi (a doll filled with immense power).
'By the gods ari, I didn't strike the top ' She whisphered, lightning still dancing on her fingers from
the pre- emptive strike.' I went for the heart i swear ', she said frantically, her dark eyes wide in consternation. It provided a glaring contrast with her pure white hair, a gift from her mother at the time of her creation.
Arike's eyes widened in Fear and looked at omotola as if waiting for her to combust. A sigidi could not be harmed unless struck from the head. Striking at the heart just made it more powerful but basically harmless. It was IMPOSSIBLE to have been destroyed by a hit to the heart. On the other hand , omotola SWORE she did not strike the head and a god could not swear falsely. It'll disintegrate them.
'Then what could have happened? ' asked amaka, the third goddess in their trio of mischief.
Before they could figure out anything, they looked down to see inky blackness begin to contaminate the sky at their feet, moving steadily towards them and spreading towards the village. Instinctively they knew if the inky blackness touched them, it would consume them. The 5 year old toddlers ran as fast as their day old feet could take them towards their huts. Her mother and father grabbed her and constructed a cocoon of fire and air for her and dropped her in. The inky blackness was already in the house and was coming towards them. Her father and mother faced it and started hurling their power against it. It just kept swallowing each burst of power till it began to consume them. Omotola cried and beat at the cocoon, her parents scream resounding in her ears.
**********
Far below, a farmer and his wife watched the skies as the stars of heaven, the gods of the skies fell to earth blazing with a fiery light. 


Click here to read episode 2 

Thursday, 19 May 2016

WANTED!

Oniranu
Writing is my life.
Sounds corny buh its the truth. My first novel was written in js3. Not story book o. Novel. Paranormal to be exact. It was and will always be one of my best pieces. It got stolen
(I didn't cry sha). Writing helps me think. It helps me express myself. Those of y'all that ure talent is in confrontational insult. I might not be able to face you but if you allow me, I can write 6 and a half pages of insult (It's not oversabi juh). Those that freestyle in rap, I might start skipping like Cd wey don scratch in front of you o buh if it comes to rapping online ehn, 'the bars I'll drop will make your girlfriend apply for a blow job'.. (You feeling me??? ).
Now that that's said I'm auditioning for co-authors on any of my two blogs. Hawnsgist @ Hawnsgist.blogspot.com or I_am_ghidi @ the page ure currently on, but if you don't still understand
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