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17/05/2024

A Mathematics teacher entered the classroom and found the chair he was going to sit on hung to the ceiling.

He looked at the students and smiled without saying a word.

He proceeded to the board and wrote: Test-15min, 30marks.
Q1. Calculate the distance between the chair and the floor in centimetres (1 Mark).
Q2. Calculate the angle of inclination of the chair to the ceiling, show your workings (1 Mark)
Q3. Write the name of the student who hung the chair to the ceiling and the friends who helped in hanging it. (28 Marks).

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14/05/2024

*They are co-wives:*

The second wife is threading the first wife’s hair, the baby the first wife is holding belongs to the second wife.

Their husband will return home to see his family happy.

This is how first and second wife lived in peace in Africa *before white men* brought their culture of one man one wife.

Today we have more divorce, single mother's and problematic relationships.

The white men who advised Africans with one man one wife are now advising African to go into *man to man* or *woman to woman* marriage.

Use your sense my brothers and sisters to spare and cherish African heritage, promote family bonds and unity.

*Be proud to be African.*

14/05/2024

I met him through Facebook and I slept with him three times, then I never saw or heard from him again.

No text. No call. No visit. He just disappeared!

I went to his place to visit him but his neighbors told me he had relocated.

Before we met physically, Ken and I dated on Facebook for one year. And when he proposed we should meet, I didn't hesitate to agree 'cause I've fallen for him. We met and saw each other for two months, and we had sèx three times during these months. Then he vanished.

This act from Ken made me evoke the hatred I had for men ever since my father left my mother.

As the old bus plied the dusty road, I was oblivious to the rickety movements of it as it avoided the potholes on the road.

My mind though filled with what my mother had told me the day before, was more filled with the thoughts of Ken.

My mother telling my sister and I that our estranged father whom we never knew, wanted to see us, was the least of my problems. My main problem now was how to tell my mother that I'm pregnant for a man who I barely know. How could I tell her that the whereabouts of the father of my child is unknown to me?

"Old Axis dey?" the conductor shouted.

"Yes," I said, then I alighted.

As I stepped into the streets of Lagos, I decided to push the thoughts of Ken away, and focus on meeting my prodigal father instead.

I walked through streets, rounded streets and avoided some streets before I finally stopped in front of our house door.

I knocked. Then I knocked again. And because of the noisy generator, I presumed that no one could hear me, so I entered.

I could see my sister in the parlor where she sat, talking to two men who were faced away from me.

With a trembling heart, I entered the parlor.

I waved sweetly at my sister, and then I turned to the first man, an older man, "Good day, sir," I said. Then I turned to the other man, "Good day, si– Ken? Ken!"

I couldn't understand what Ken was doing in our house. Just then, my mother walked out of the kitchen, toweling her hands dry. Looking at me, she said, "Oh! Welcome, Kemi. I can see you've already met your father and your older brother, Ken."

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