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I have a question for you; how many posts/articles do you read per day?

You might be wondering why I’m asking, but there are about 75,000,0000 (seventy-five million) sites on WordPress only. Did you know?

There are also many creative bloggers out there, working their minds out to put beautiful content on this platform and the net, and many (understatement) of them are unread.

Many a…

I have been fighting a rather silent battle for some days now: to write or not to write?

That question is deeper than first meets the eye. And the deeper you think about it, the more propelled you are toward the tail end part of the question.

Not to write.

So it’s cool not to write… hmm… so what do I do now, delete all my content? What? What?

Each time we write, we send a piece of…

Beautiful piece this one.

“Online”; the most abused word of the 21st century

I was just thinking of something. Did you know that the word “online” is the most abused word of the 21st century?

Okay, let me put it this way. How many times have you mentioned the word “online” in the past month?

You might be thinking, “Uh, not much.” And I’d tell you that you don’t have to use a word a billion times for it to be abused. And by the way, the word “online” is actually…

I enjoy writing on WordPress. I feel it’s got realer people

You’re a writer or you write sometimes. You must have battled with where to write at one point or another. You have accounts everywhere; Medium, WordPress, Quora, Tumblr. But which one is the best platform for you?

I enjoy writing on WordPress. I feel it’s got realer people, people who see the effort in creativity. I was active on Tumblr a while back in the school days, but I kinda got jaded…

Why do you write?

I asked this question in my previous post; why do we write? These days it is the most obvious questions that elude us the most.

Have you ever sat down to really ask yourself why you write? That’s if you write. Or I want to ask you now, do you write? And if you do, why do you?

I did some searching on the internet concerning this question, and I found out that people mostly write because…

I woke up this morning…

I woke up this morning inspired to complete the poem I was writing yesterday just before I dozed off. Here it goes:

I don’t feel like writing Zigzags in the deep sky Deadly thunder strokes lightening Illuminating my empty sheet Somebody keeps wondering For why is all the prattling

Food on the table, comfort Mount Everest on my plate A lava of stew My spoon makes the jump For the good of life

Why…

Sometimes we are set back in life, but we should always find the strength to start again.

We are all trying to break through many struggles in life, thinking of where the next meal, or house, or car, or anything fancy is going to come from. We all aspire toward some form of greatness, some form financial freedom.

But the truth is financial freedom doesn’t come easy, you have to toil and toil except you’re from some financially rich background. And even if that’s the case, you…

5 Reasons Why You’re Feeling Tired Lately

Have you ever been in a state of mind where almost nothing interests you? You feel like you’re tired, nothing too cynical, but you just feel tired of everything.

There are a number of things that could cause you to feel tired, some of these reasons are:

1. Lack of sleep

This is the number one proponent of tiredness or fatigue.

Could be caused by poor sleep hygiene, insomnia, or…

It’s okay to be alone for a while

Its okay to want to be left alone for a while. It doesn’t mean you’re insensitive, it only means you’re human and need some time to sort personal things out.

People who want to be left alone aren’t inconsiderate, especially if they don’t do it all the time.

Yea, we’re social beings but we still need time to process.

Life is complex (to say the least) and everyone is kind of trying to…

Look, this blogging thing is hard. Sometimes it doesn’t even make sense why I get on some platform called WordPress and write things only a dozen people will see. You kind of get the feeling that you’re wasting your time.

I’ve seen on a blog post or two how it is important that you write for yourself or a particular reader, but you can’t neglect the fact that some amount of recognition is…

“So how do I get to stabilise information in the quantum realm?” I asked Prim.

“First, what’s your name? I don’t even know you.”

“You can call me Vance.”

“Hmm. Okay, Vance,” she paused, “If you want to get things to be stable here, then you have to feel.”

“How?” I asked.

“You need to understand that your emotions are also information. What you feel affects the world around you.”

I lost my post and I have to get to the quantum world in time to get it back.

I was writing a post I thought was saved, only for the page to refresh and bring me half of what I wrote.

“No. I can’t take this anymore,” I said.

I took the quantum shrink gun I bought on the dark web, pointed it to my head and pulled the trigger.

In no time, a beam of particles enveloped me and I could instantly feel myself shrinking. It felt uncomfortable at first, little everyday…

Sometimes words tire you, and to stay alive you need to dig deeper. You need to understand there are moods and these moods could very much swing. In fact, it’s normal to have mood swings.

Some days you’re brimming with excitement at each word, renewed energy, and other days the words taste stale, sour, if you like. Is this normal? Hell yea! it’s normal.

It’s normal for you to feel…

Sometimes you look at this world and you’re like, yea, life is cool. And sometimes you look at this world and you’re like, what kind of hell is this?

©Victor Enesi

Growing up, I was philosophically hard on my parents. Why am I here? What am I doing here? What is here? I was always this child that would relentlessly ask questions. I wanted to know. There was this burning curiosity alive in…

When Dave sighted the bags of rice heaved atop each other, four per column, he laughed like a witch flying on her broom across the moonlight. To say he was ecstatic was an understatement. He downright loved big bags of things. Oh, the things he would do to those swell bags.

The last time there was a bag as big was when Dave’s mum was to bake for an event. She bought a full bag of flour and…