Lagos, the principal metropolis of western Nigeria, was a city that never truly rested. Even in the dead of night, one could still make out the faint hum of generators and the distant honks and vrooms

For centuries, Aster had roamed the celestial plane, observing humanity from among the heavenly bodies. He had seen nations rise, empires fall, civilizations fade away only to usher in new ones.......

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Uzomechina stretched, straightening his tall, sturdy frame. His spine made some cracking sounds as he turned on his waist. The sun was scorching today, and the fact that he had left home on an empty stomach

Mike groaned. He had been held up in traffic for the past two hours. His passengers had already started grumbling, agitated from being stuck on that spot for so long. Once in a while, someone would shout

Ric shivered as the cold water touched his skin. He threw back his head and sighed with contentment as his body adapted to the low temperature. The water streamed across every nook, cranny and ridge on

Dave sat up groggily. He touched his temples with the tips of his fingers. Nothing. No headache this time. He almost smiled. He made to get up from the bed, then gasped in agony. Waves of pain radiated

Laura glanced at the clock. It was thirty minutes past seven. Great, she thought. Everything would definitely be ready before Ben arrived. Her heart hammered with expectant excitement. It was their one

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Victor walked into the dark, quiet room. Slowly, the door behind him creaked shut. He stumbled around blindly, feeling the walls for the light switch. He was distracted from his search by a throbbing pain.

Nigerian cuisine, especially in Southern Nigeria, is very diverse and yet unique, full of flavour and fascinating, both in cooking and in eating. Some dishes are acquired tastes, but I feel it all adds

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