This gives insight on a dashboard that evaluates the quality of PHCN service delivery in my area.

Introduction The aim of this review is to highlight the results of a quick assessment performed on a sales dataset to identify initial insights at first glance, which will give direction for further detailed

Source September, 2012. My state of origin, which is also my state of residence, is about to mark its silver jubilee. I'm a university student and a greenhorn in the club of adulthood. I share an apartment

Friday. I get back home from work. My face wears the demeanour of a typical 9-to-5 worker in the horrid, dry January weather of sub-Saharan Africa—weak, tired, and famished. I meet Flow, one of my flatmates,

Source I have lived here, in this developing town, for more than two decades. And even though my place of residence is barely a kilometre from my paternal home, I have not had a single urge to visit it

Last Friday was my birthday. Growing up, celebrating birthdays wasn't much of a big deal to me. To be honest, I used to be careless about it. I can vividly remember my elder sister, Edy, calling my phone

I wasn't planning to move into a new apartment this year. But with the removal of fuel subsidies in Nigeria and its subsequent consequential deficits, moving out became a crying need. For one, my

source I don't think that an adult should have regrets about his past actions. It's only normal to constantly recognise things in our past we feel we should've done either earlier or better. Sometimes,

Source While curating @kenechukwu97's post about a week ago via @dreemport, I was directed to this frontend, @waivio, for the first time. The fact that this frontend was launched and it has already gathered

Source I have lived here, in this developing town, for more than two decades. And even though my place of residence is barely a kilometre from my paternal home, I have not had a single urge to visit it

Image source "Now that your dad is dead, how do you hope to fulfil your dreams?" That was what he said to me, but all I heard was, "Your hopes are dashed, and your dreams will never be fulfilled

Photo by cottonbro studio The sun rays squeezed themselves through the aperture of my glass windows and blue curtain and rested on the floor just beneath my window frames, causing splatters of light around

Unsplash I was 9. Mum got me a proper timepiece. She got a similar one for my sister too, who, despite being older than me, could be taken for my twin. The watch was my most treasured possession at the

Photo by freestocks.org Growing up, I was as gentle as a dove, tender, and somewhat fragile like a doll. Older ladies wanted to have me as their pet. After a handful of advances from ladies older than

Photo by RDNE of pexels It can only be your language when you fluently speak it and readily understand it. This should apply to love languages too. But more often than not, we see people claiming to have

source Your riches are diamonds veiled in dirt. To date, we owe the dead a debt, to dare to dig, dib, and twig, and not to rig, rip, and swig, the treasure of a nation, they stationed, to function as a

Photo by Marek Piwnicki The current of water from the rainfall drums against the zinc roof of my grandmother's bungalow house before rolling down to the floor. As the water hit the ground, the dust attempted

Photo by Barbara Galeane It's Koko, a close friend's birthday. King, another close friend of mine, and I are in Koko's mom's kitchen cooking fresh fish and unripe plantains for the birthday's guests, who

Photo by Charles Parker Yesterday evening, I took out a good number of hours from everything work-related and decided to chat with random people for a change. I stumbled on someone who once chatted me

Photo by Pixabay To reduce pressure and perhaps ease the tense atmosphere usually formed when my friend, Flow, and I are quietly working with our laptops remotely from home, we'll warble on any song that