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Today, I share my thought on the skeptical independence of INEC and try to suggest way forward by creating a fourth tier in our government, this should include INEC, The Press etc

Bada Yusuf Amoo, thespeakingheart

You can read and share me your view too.

Opinion: Why I am upset with INEC - the irony of democracy in Nigeria - Qwenu! However, irrespective of the challenges before us as citizens, we have to continue to ensure transparency and accountability in governance and INEC plays an essential role in monitoring our votes.

Overall Results... PDP - 254,803 APC - 256,000

A person without goal will act like a goat.Ladies and gentlemen, Navigator Communication Agency urges you to start today with goals!

OAU begins 2018/2019 admission process

The long awaited Obafemi Awolowo University Post UTME begins today at the school main campus and its annex CDL Moro.

According to Navigator Communication Agency findings,the exercise kicked state around 8:00am with 40 questions; 10 each for a particular subject and 1hour allotted as the stipulated time.

Unlike yesteryears,the aspect of English Language covers verbal and quantitative reasoning.

Hence, we urge those who are yet to write their exams to passionately and keenly prepare for 40 questions for the four combinations.

Describing the gesture of love is more cool than fresh dew on great leaves in a hap morning. And Lawal writes that here in lines

Read it all here:
http://thespeakingheart.com/blog/2018/08/22/her-dewdrop-by-lawal-mutalib-tunde/

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HER DEWDROP By Lawal Mutalib Tunde | The Speaking Heart Merely staring at your eyes, I can simply tell that You love and adore me. That you can't let me go; Easily seen in your eyes, Nitric tears trekking down From the bulbs in your eyes. Like infinite heavenly pour, I will not go a long way. I've seen the mucus, Formed on your upper lip. Indicate the fe...

DARK LAGOS By Bada Yusuf Amoo

The hot blood describes it,
with tiny strains on its rims.
The ghosts hanging on the sky
are wrapped up in mysteries
that lodged their dreams back
into the corners they were dreamt.

It was a deep dark blank evening
where the ghosts discovered
their sudden loneliness in a wilderness;
they wondered in discontentment
like a child trying to reject
his mother’s food without fish.

The week had great designs
in our memories with 200 killings by men
who tend to divide us.
There is a thick blood seeping
from the eyebrow of my country
and those who should mend our heart
are singing the songs of war,
while some say we should pray.
Then I wonder what God will do when
we cannot create some peace within our hearts.

We cannot tell the tales of our sorrow
without a dimmed mind for the Fulani,
for Islam, for Christianity, for the tribes
that neighboured us and for the gods
we have sold their artifacts into foreign lands.

I doubt my existence as a man
living with disturbing sensation
of mysteries around my being, my country.
We missed a lot of things and focus on power.
Power is a metamorphosis that be
when man laid claim to what belongs to men,
life, nature and all that we met on earth.

I began to lose me when fear began
to coil itself on me and gauze bandages
on my nation green white green.
The death began to grow like cassava stem
on a fertile earth.
I finally lost into somewhere
I cannot describe
until Dark Lagos brought me here
like an existence. Maybe I now exist.

http://thespeakingheart.com/blog/2018/07/01/dark-lagos-by-bada-yusuf-amoo/

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DARK LAGOS By Bada Yusuf Amoo | The Speaking Heart The hot blood describes it, with tiny strains on its rims. The ghosts hanging on the sky are wrapped up in mysteries that lodged their dreams back into the corners they were dreamt. It was a deep dark blank evening where the ghosts discovered their sudden loneliness in a wilderness; they wondered in...

Dear Hero,

My website, thespeakingheart.com has been shortlisted fot The Best Literary Blog in Ogbafemi Bloggers Award. To win this award, I need your vote. Just help click the link and vote The Speaking Heart Blog.

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=2118963805006639&id=1428084280761265

Thanks in anticipation!
Bada Yusuf Amoo

One of the reasons for our underdevelopment is that we couldn't set the dichotomy between religion; heaven; hell and reasoning, humanity and imagination. Pen Kenny attempt to call our reasoning to this in her essay this morning.

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This morning, a researcher writers about the life of cultist in lines, do you know what happens in "Their Lives". Read Saka Sodiq morning, comment and share here:

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THEIR LIVES By Saka Sodiq | The Speaking Heart Relish on all those sweet eons, You`d prefer *Garcinia kola to their sweet life though for as kola ease the throats, they strangle it, freedom and laze were their days` orders, nay, their nights'! as darkness is their fave to swarm. In armed group and drugs they`re strong, ignorance mixed with devil...

Navigator OAU to host Award Winning Poet, RMG this Saturday