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FACE OF THE CAVE FOR THE WEEK (Appreciation of Beauty and Excellence)

This week’s faces are a pleasure to behold.

“Black is beautiful” – Enie, an undergraduate student of Chemistry, is a pointer to this fact. She’s also smart, apparently gorgeous and good-natured. And because of all this combination of attractive qualities she possesses, she is best suited for this spot!

Imo state born, Kennedy is obviously a fly dashing young man with lots of swag. Professionally, he is a multi-talented artiste. Currently, he is working on his new single titled, “Searching”. *Nice one* As soon as it drops, we’ll announce it here.

Scroll down to read more about them.
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Name: Enie Bee Agbo
State: Benue


Status: Student (Benue State University)
Field: BSc. Chemistry


Likes: writing and acting, travels and adventure.
Dislikes: Pride, inhumane, Fake persons.


Favourite Quote: “Everything you want is on the other side of fear. Dare, dare and dare again!”


Contact: Enie Bee Agbo (Facebook)

My anticipated ebooks – “The life of a Lagos” whore and “Campus Affair” are available. Get Your Copies Now! And enjoy an in-depth view of real life happenings in our society – the bad and the ugly! It also serves as an eye opener.
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Name: Kennedy Nwokoma
Artist/Stage Name: KayDskillz


State: Imo
Favourite Quote: “Together we shall achieve great things” – @kaydskillz


Likes: music,Drums,Soccer,Reading inspirational books, Etc.
Dislikes: Lies, Pretends, Envy ,gossip, etc.


Contact: KayDskillz Goddyfrey (Facebook); Instagram:@kaydskillz


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Quote For The Week
“Beauty is when you can appreciate yourself. When you love yourself, that’s when you’re most beautiful.”

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That Interloper is My Therapist – Tarkaa Moses

My therapist is the most expensive meal that I’ve ever purchased in my life.
I mean, she’s the copy of my reflection.
I mean, she’s the only one that pisses me and I don’t care.
She has coffee breath.
My therapist says I’m negative,
But I told my therapist that my mind is a darkroom.
That I have a tough time explaining the pictures.

My therapist says that I have self-destructive tendencies,
That I take things the wrong way.
What she really means is,
The last time she performed a test on me,
She found an asylum of malignant explosions ready to destroy everybody.

I told my therapist that I’m very indecisive,
That I have a tough time making decisions.
That my mouth is a velvet rope for the things I can’t take back.
This velvet rope throws moons like a concierge for my regrets.
So I go to therapy because I treat silence as a first language.

But my therapist said I speak fluently.
What she means is,
I talk in small circles and by small circles,
She means I talk in big circles and by big circles,
She means targets and by targets,
She means I wear my victims like a brand new pair of shoes.

But I never told my therapist,
That I have to borrow my mother’s tongue to say certain things.
I have to set her tongue out of a pool of blood in liquor to say things like,
Depression.
Cherish.
Adoration.
Blood.
You know – synonyms.

I told my therapist that my dad had a thing where he stuffs all of our bones.
In a bottle and he drank the spirits out of his family.
Why are you asking me about my family?
They are ghosts now.
They are gone.
They are surfing on my flesh,
And I’m on the shoreline waving them – “Hello!”

Bipolar depression is the birthmark I use to distinguish my bloodline with.
I’ve never told my therapist that I had polite suicide attempts.
I don’t leave cryptic Facebook messages.
I just cut my wrist and bleed poems.
I told my therapist that she said I have self-destructive tendencies.

So I finally decided what kind of combustion I am.
I am a controlled demolishing,
Cleaning my wreckage with a bucket of vodka and a mop.
I told my therapist that I’ve really had a tough time explaining my emotions.
She said, “but you’re a poet.”
I said, “just because I have words doesn’t mean I know how to communicate.”

Everybody needs someone to talk to.

Tarkaa Moses studies law and enjoys reading anything. He is not so amazing on the internet but a professional muse in the real world. You can connect with him on all major social networks. User ID: iTARKAA
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The Hall- Jeff Ugochukwu Emmanuel

The guy at the hall entrance is peering at me irritatedly. I can tell from his face what he is thinking – is he here for the examination, with that kind of hairstyle or here to pay another special tribute to Bob Marley the stoner?

The girl behind me in the queue is trying to hold back a chuckle. The guy behind her too. In the Northern part of Nigeria, pagans are known by their affinity for Sundays, their hairstyles and a little too much of fitted English wears. Not by their demeanour. My face pokers. I stretch my hand waiting for him to double check my ID.

The hall is bright – a little brighter than usual. Not just from the invasion of light but from its scantiness. We the finalists are few and empty seats abound. My heart skips a bit. I do a brain scan to check if my cramming is intact.

We are trailing behind the supervisor as he points the first guy to a seat. Then the second, with five seats between them. I’m next in line to get a seat but i grow reluctant. The guys behind me are not so keen to write the exam anymore also.

“What are you scared of?” The supervisor queries. Smirking.

My palms get sweaty. I’m particularly ambivalent today; must be the fright of a higher stake or the astonishment of being on the back of a five year program or maybe the delight and promise of a beautiful future i picture in my head – the one where i get to be the fruit of someone’s labour.

My anticipated ebooks – “The life of a Lagos” whore and “Campus Affair” are available. Get Your Copies Now! And enjoy an in-depth view of real life happenings in our society – the bad and the ugly! It also serves as an eye opener.
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We are all seated in silence, waiting to start. The guy from my left is sitting motionless and out of earshot. The girl from my right is donning the longest Hijab I’ve ever seen (people who wear the longest are perceived to be holier).

“Start!” The supervisor declares.

I put my pen to paper but my hand is quaking. Exams often spur my clumsiness, but i manage to tame my nerves. Half an hour later, ‘long hijab’ has done nothing but stare heaven-ward. She gestures at the supposed saint from the hall entrance to come closer before whispering into his ear.

He forms an inscrutable visage before he continues drifting around. After a while, he plucks a guy from the other end of the hall and brings him right next to ‘long Hijab’. She comes alive precipitously – her neck and pen already moving in synch.

With my kind of hairdo, I don’t get to come to the hall, without being seen as the impious, seventh day sympathiser but she is already seen as a graduate because she has the longest Hijab I’ve ever seen!


Jeff Ugochukwu Emmanuel

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Ghost of Dead Dreams – A Short Story by Eze Jude Uchechukwu

“Aunty why are you leaving us?” I asked teary eyed.
“I have to go live with my husband now” she replied, stroking my hair as I laid between her laps.
“What about your school? Won’t you miss your friends?”
“My husband will put me in a new school and I’ll make some new friends” she smiled.
“What about uncle Mike?” I asked.
I felt her pause for a moment. Then as if by some mechanical energy, she resumed stroking my hair again.
She didn’t answer.

Uncle Mike was a youth corps member working in my school and my class teacher. He was very fond of aunty Ijeoma and she liked him too. He walked us home everyday when she came to pick me up from school. She always made me wait for him to finish locking up the classroom before taking me home.
Then she’d buy me sweets and make me promise not to tell mummy.
He would also come around during the weekends to tutor her in preparation for her WAEC examinations.

She kept smiling whilst singing soothing words into my ears. But I could feel the sadness in her voice. The pain she was trying so hard to conceal.
“Aunty you’re not happy” I retorted, “Why won’t you stay if you don’t like going with him?”
“You won’t understand Nnam, you’re still a child.” she said, gently patting my shoulder.
‘Nnam’, that’s the pet name she called me because she said I reminded her of her father; my grandfather.
I slept off trying to convince her not to go. By the time I woke up in the morning, she was gone.

Fourteen years and eight children later, I still don’t understand why she had to abandon everything and go live with a man she barely knew in the name of marriage.
I was later to discover that she did it to honour the dying request of her aged mother who said she wanted to dance with her umu ada at her only daughter’s igbankwu and carry her grandchildren before she died. “Makana ügwü nwayi bu di’ya” so she said.
And Okonkwo seemed like the right man to grant her those wishes.
He was a trader in Onitsha and seemed to be doing well for himself.
He drove a Volkswagen which people called ‘motor mbekwu’ because it resembled a tortoise and certainly moved like one.

My anticipated ebooks – “The life of a Lagos” whore and “Campus Affair” are available. Get Your Copies Now! And enjoy an in-depth view of real life happenings in our society – the bad and the ugly! It also serves as an eye opener.
To get copies, email: maduka_ekene@yahoo.com
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She never did go back to school.
She was either too pregnant or too preoccupied taking care of her husband and children to have time for school.
She got pregnant in the first month of living with him. He said he was testing to see if she was capable of bearing children.
He promised her she’d go back to school after giving birth. That promise was broken eight times.
She doesn’t look like my beautiful auntie Ijeoma anymore. She looks so much older now. Baby making has taken its toll on her.
The only reason he agreed to stop is because the doctor threatened him she’d die if she had another cesarean section. She has had 3 already.
She has no more strength left in her to fight off the demons of the labour room.

She’s just a ghost of her former self now. A ghost of dead dreams and lost aspirations.
I’m 25 now and I still don’t understand why one life had to be thrown away to satisfy the dying wishes of another.
I guess I’ll never be old enough to understand.


Eze Jude Uchechukwu is a graduate of Industrial Physics from the Federal University of Agriculture Makurdi. He enjoys writing in his spare time.
Email: ezejude4@gmail.com

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FACE OF THE CAVE FOR THE WEEK (Appreciation of Beauty and Excellence)

This week’s cave faces have set out to slay us with elegance and too much gorgeousness.
Meet Chuck and Blessing!
The man of the week ‘Chuck’ is all beards – Once again a reminder that beards is the new sexy. Yep! Own it and rock it! He looks really handsome in different well put together outfits. This is absolutely what we want.

Blessing’s magnetic personality is irresistible. And in photos, she is all perfection. To sum it up, She is simply adorable and deserving of this spot.
Interestingly enough, my faces of the week both possess the perfect smiles to brighten up our day.
Scroll down to meet them!
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Name: Ogie Odufa Blessing
State Of Origin: Edo


Profession: Educator
Dislikes: dishonest people and cheats.


Likes: teaching, singing, and reading.


Favourite Quote: “You cannot become what you want to be by remaining what you are” – Max Dapree

My anticipated ebooks – “The life of a Lagos” whore and “Campus Affair” are available. Get Your Copies Now! And enjoy an in-depth view of real life happenings in our society – the bad and the ugly! It also serves as an eye opener.
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Name: Chuck Eemmine Okafor
State of Residence: Lagos


State Of Origin: Imo
Profession: Entrepreneur (Fashion design associate, humor blogger, Supplier of building materials sand etc)


Likes: Dodo, Good music, sense of humour, good conversationist, optimist
Dislike: Negativity


Favourite Quote: “When the going gets tough, the tough gets going”


Contact: eemmine@gmail.com 08185827036


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Quote For The Week
“If you hang out with chickens, you’re going to cluck and if you hang out with eagles, you’re going to fly.”- Steve Maraboli

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Mr. president, have you eaten? – Peter Benjamin Peter

(#One_Poem_for_a_million_lives)
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Oh, misty minded!
Tune to the northern sun
Have thy heart been blinded?
Does sorrow bring you fun?
Grumbling stomachs in scorching heat
Down the street they line their seat
Association of beggars
Infants littering like papers
Inch by inch we drift into oblivion
Are we Nigerians or deported Syrians?
Who with the hungry will form an alliance?
The poor to feed with his wardrobe allowance

Whether or not crude oil gains
The nations voice is echoing in pain
Renovate no more our Aso Rock
Renovate our tummy, hunger struck
There’s a long queue of bloated belly
When north the compass is reading
Beggarly hands and wrinkled faces
Aren’t signs of overfeeding
Time was when oil was a savior
And importation did the healing
Until breakfast bypassed lunch hour
And dinner died reseeding

Garri is a national treasure
When rice is eaten on slot
With what will the poor make leisure?
When palm oil is stored on jackpot
Are we spoils of corruption?
Is our destiny ripe or not?
The Jesus of our generation
Reaping fruits of political sluts
Whose names are never known
And pictures never shown
Your Excellency, Mr. President
Are we aliens or residents

Bring us our President
To answer to the residents
What has become of Israel?
Have we bowed to a foreign god?
Did you, Mr. President derail?
Were you installed with an iron rod?
Why did you shut the border?
When agriculture was yet in order?
To whom did you sell the Naira?
Have Chibok girls crossed the border?
Your Excellency, Mr. President
Why aren’t your works evident?

As youth we rhyme in thought
To stage a poetic war
Same war our fathers fought
When rulers became law
One poem for a million lives
A journey to the archives
Where tears are served with straw
And justice eaten raw
Bitter truth we sweeten
With an alluring scent
Your Excellency, Mr. President
Have you eaten?
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**Special thanks to comrades/contributors to the #One_Poem_For_A_Milion_Lives campaign
-Akanimo Eyibio
-Anyanya Bassey
-Efemijoko Kennedy
-Blessing Idiong


One Poem For A Million Lives is a poetic campaign led by Peter Benjamin Peter to raise awareness about the chronic poverty and hunger condition prevalent in the country, how the polices of government has contributed to it ,and what the youth think. We believe that if no one dries their eyes, we would all get drowned in their flooding tears.

Join the movement…For the love of humanity.
For sponsorship and enquiry contact;
2Benpet@gmail.com
08085334161

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Addicted To Social Networks? – Bismark Ekenedilichukwu Benson

Barely three minutes since you logged out of social networking websites, after being online for endless hours; your hands get itchy again, you feel restless. So you quickly reach for the phone to go online, for the umpteenth time.
You logging, scroll through your news feed, check your notifications. Nothing new. Still the same updates and activities you’ve seen repeatedly.
You’re bored. You log out.

Few minutes later you’re bored with the real world again.
When you’re not chatting on the internet nothing around you seems interesting; you feel disconnected. Without the internet, It’s almost like there’s a void that needs to be filled.
Whenever you’re away from social networks, something in your head keeps telling you that you’re missing out greatly on a whole lot of fun stuff in the virtual world; the glitzy moments, conversations & general craziness online.

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Your phone beeps to notify you of an incoming notification, which you’ve waited for like your life depends on it. Instantly, you feel a surge of excitement up and down your spine. Everything is kicked aside.
In split seconds your fingers are flying over your keypads, you become preoccupied with the virtual fantasy world and cut off from the real world.
And so it continues; a pattern is established, an addiction is formed. An addiction that gets in the way of your daily schedules. Other areas of your life suffer neglect.

Many of us, young and old are slaves to this addiction.
How does one overcome this powerful addiction that has completely taken over us? How do we apply restraint when there’s this urge to abandon every important aspect of our lives for social networking?
Well, I’m no therapist. But if the aforementioned pattern describes you, then your healing process begins with acknowledging your addiction.
Time management has also been found to be very effective.

Bismark Ekenedilichukwu Benson is the Editor-In-Chief and founder of Bismark’s Cave. A native of Onuimo, Imo state. He is an Engineer and a freelance writer. When he writes, he tells it as it comes to him- raw and un diluted. Bismark loves Egusi soup and Fufu too!
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FACE OF THE CAVE FOR THE WEEK (Appreciation of Beauty and Excellence)


Let’s meet this week’s Cuties…
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Name: Madubueze Onyebuchi Valentine.
State: Enugu
Profession: Student.


Likes: Intelligent people, good music, hot gists, helping people
Dislikes: looking down on me, arrogance, not smiling back at me when I do
Favourite Quote: “A great man shows his greatness by the way he treats little man” – Thomas Carlyle


Contact: Madubueze Valentine Onyebuchi (facebook), +2348067616229

My anticipated ebooks – “The life of a Lagos” whore and “Campus Affair” are available. Get Your Copies Now! And enjoy an in-depth view of real life happenings in our society – the bad and the ugly! It also serves as an eye opener.
To get copies, email: maduka_ekene@yahoo.com
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Name: Rosella Ezeh
State: Rivers


Profession: Safety personnel
Favourite Quote: “Your potential is more important than your credentials, because what you are born with is the foundation of what you are born for.”


Contact: 08105515256


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To qualify for the next Face of the cave series
*Have your profile be a clear face shot.
*Give a brief description of yourself and please make sure to include your likes, dislikes and hobbies.
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Interview with Outfeet CEO/Founder – Seun Solace Ogunlaja

Nigeria’s got talent people!
It was an honour interviewing ‘Outfeet’ boss, footwear maker and designer – Seun Solace Ogunlaja!
A one time school mate who has turned out pretty well today and is carving a niche for himself in the footwear industry, becoming one of the most recognised brands around.
His expertise in the footwear business is undeniable, His dedication and creativity is apparent. So, If you need quality male footwear, Outfeet is the place to go.
This interview will definitely spur you on to do great things.
And the best part is, I was gifted with a nice shoe from his beautiful collections. *winks*
Read the interview below.
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Can we meet you please? Let’s take a peek into your world.


My name is Seun ‘solace ‘ Ogunlaja. I am the founder/CEO of OUTFEET Nigeria. I hail from Ogun state, Nigeria. I am an Electrical and Electronics Engineering graduate of Olabisi Onabanjo University. I’m in my 20’s. I am a really cool guy but quite shy (Laughs). I’m also a songwriter and recording artiste with a good number of songs to my credit.

Please tell us a little bit what Outfeet is about?


Outfeet Nigeria is a top emerging footwear making/solution brand. We make quality international standard foot wears from high grade materials. Our brand motto is ‘Quality, Comfort, Class’ and these are the three key parameters that make up our designs.
We strive to achieve 100% positive feedback from our customers. We won’t stop giving our customers the best.

How did you start this business and how did you get funded?


The OUTFEET dream started sometime in 2014 back in my university days. I worked with a top online fashion retail outlet, playing many roles like – the delivery guy, online sales rep, store keeper and several other functions. With this experience, I developed interest in fashion and it’s retailing aspect. Today, I’m applying some of those experiences.
I remember seeing the elegant imported shoes on sale in our display room and wished to have them made in Nigeria. So, I enrolled for a course in leather works and trained under some shoemakers. It wasn’t easy going from my residence in festac to ketu almost everyday. We finally started OUTFEET Nigeria very early in 2016 and some of those awesome shoemakers are a part of my team.
My initial funding was mostly from my NYSC savings and my family. Their support is unparalleled. They were my first customers. I remember making shoes for them and they paid generously for it.

How has the response and patronage been so far?


The response has been really great, though initially I was really struggling with convincing my potential customers that those really great foreign shoes they see can be made here and it will be as durable, if not more. But we are gradually carving a niche and building our client base. It gets better by the day.

How did you make your first sale?


My first sale outside my family/friends circle was achieved after a series of ads I did on facebook. I still remember my first customer “Susan” and the particular shoe she made for her husband. This was the first time I got paid for doing what i love. It felt so good.

So right now do you have an office or it’s in the works?


For now, we have a workshop but I don’t carry out my business there. That’s like the ‘kitchen’. I do my business online efficiently and believe me, that’s the best office. A lot of people may say you are not serious if you don’t have a physical office. But as we know, the internet has made it possible to do virtually everything online. This includes setting up and operating businesses. This is why companies with ‘branches nationwide’ are exploiting the opportunities made available by the internet. For instance, instead of us having a physical interview with clients far away, we can do an ‘online interview’ to save both parties the stress of having a physical meeting. Moreover, most buyers don’t have the luxury of time to go shopping, and the nearest and most convenient marketplace for them is online. We are on numerous online platforms- jumia market, Jiji, efritin, Olx,etc and on social media – facebook, instagram, twitter,etc.
This doesn’t mean that having a physical office is of no importance. We are still an emerging brand and a time will come when having a physical office or factory will be inevitable. Right now we’re focused on building our online clientele. We have a structure that ensures prompt delivery of service to our customers.

You make some of these nice looking shoes, do you source for your own materials?


Sadly, we use foreign materials for now because our own indigenous materials are not yet 100% durable and reliable. Part of our vision is to produce our own quality leather of international standards, making our footwear 100% Nigerian from start to finish.

What distinguishes you from your competitors?


Well, what makes us stand out from our colleagues is the zeal for perfection and a great passion to push the Nigerian Shoe making industry to the world. This is evident in every single pair of footwear we make.

So who is your target audience? Young people? Elderly? Toddlers?


Wow! My target audience is pretty wide. We’ve made foot wears for politicians, military people, business moguls, students, etc. We recently started making shoes for kids in school. No matter your choice of style, status or budget, we have something you can afford and meets your taste. We have our custom made options that cater to customers that want prototypes of shoes they may have seen somewhere and want exactly the same footwear. We also produce shoes for some of our wonderful customers with extra-large sizes or irregular foot to ensure they are also trendy.

I’ve seen a couple of your adverts on social networks, How else do you market your products?


By physical networking. We plan making our presence significant at events and fashion fairs this year. But for now, it’s basically online

Any challenges?


Many. Internal challenges are mostly when there’s an influx of orders from clients to when none is forthcoming. We still have the challenge of convincing customers to pay before delivery. We stopped making for ladies because apart from the few in Nigeria that buy ankara shoes/bags which we don’t specialize in, the rest have this foreign taste (Gucci, fendi, Prada) syndrome. We hope they’ll embrace Nigerian fabricated foot wears.

What should we expect from you in few years time?


We hope to metamorphosize to OUTFEET Africa within the next 5yrs. Even though we currently deliver our products to other countries like Ghana, Benin, Togo, South Africa; We hope to have a base in major African cities and become Africa’s leading brand. From there, we can take over the world, one continent at a time.

How can you be reached and how can people see your products and place their order?


I can be reached physically, through my mobile lines and on social networks.

Thank you for your time Mr Outfeet and I wish you the best.


You’re most welcome. I actually enjoy articles on your blog. I am fascinated by the fact that you are very down to earth and original.

You can reach Outfeet’s boss, Seun Solace Ogunlaja on social media platforms –
IG/Twitter: @emperor_Solace
Facebook : Seun solace Ogunlaja || Emperor Solace

phone number is +2347031529341(whatsapp line)

For potential clients, order placements and to link up and know more about our business contact us on the following—

+2347010108934(whatsapp) || +2348181486818 || +2347031529341

IG/Twitter: @outfeetng
Facebook : OUTFEET Nigeria

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Sightings & Places – Precious Okoro takes us to Jos

The beautiful Precious Okoro gives us a tour of Jos and significant details of the place.
It is more than you would expect, if you’ve never been to the plateaus.
This amazing writer captures the lovely and serene environment with visuals too.
Precious took us to this river at Rayfield resort; a place that brings back emotional memories of the past. She explains “Trust me when I tell you that I tried so hard not to be mesmerised by the view before me.”
I love this! Scroll down to read this piece.

My admiration for the river died the day my dear cousin drowned. I was at war with mother nature. In my grief, I spoke harshly to imaginary gods of the sea and challenged them to a fight. I also gathered all the papers where I wrote odes to nature and squeezed them till my palm turned red. Forgive me, but I can be very emotional and melodramatic when it comes to these things. Sighs. Know that feeling of betrayal you get when the one you love stabs you right in the spine? Yes. That was exactly my case. I had written so much about nature’s beauty to the point that I felt connected to her in ways that I can’t describe in concrete terms. Hell, I thought we were in love. My cousin’s death opened my eyes to see beneath nature’s beautiful. For long, I mentally lashed myself for every word I wrote in praise of wind or waves, dew or rain. It’s heartbreaking how say, a harmless looking earth can decide to yawn mindlessly, or how an unruffled river wouldn’t be so keen to spare a life at it’s mercy.

My anticipated ebooks – “The life of a Lagos” whore and “Campus Affair” are available. Get Your Copies Now! And enjoy an in-depth view of real life happenings in our society – the bad and the ugly! It also serves as an eye opener.
To get copies, email: maduka_ekene@yahoo.com
Facebook- Bismark Ekenedilichukwu Benson

Everyday in Plateau State is a personal journey towards reconciliation and artistic peace. Where else can one get these if not on the Plateau, the very home of peace and tourism? Whenever I think of Plateau, I think of me. If crises had wrecked her and she still found a way to move the hell on, why not me? Beauty found a home in this place once ravaged by lovelessness. Maybe, just maybe, it will find a home in my grief.

There’s a river that sits at Rayfield Resort, Jos. For some weird ass reasons I’m yet to figure out, I allowed a friend to take me there. Couldn’t believe my hands when they picked up my phone and snapped the pictures you see. Trust me when I tell you that I tried so hard not to be mesmerised by the view before me. Was shuttling between painful past and beautiful present. Does anyone understand how messed up such journeys can be? I need to know that I’m not alone in this at least.

Well, I sat close to the river for hours until the waves and ripples ceased. The quietness was so intense it made me travel to unknown realms. I could swear I heard my dear cousin speak. The cheer in his voice assured me that he was in a better place, and for the first time in a long while, I deemed it fit to make peace with mother nature, starting with the river before me. Maybe if she was vocal about her feelings, she would have told me of how sorry she was. But that’s by the way. The crux of my story is that somehow, I made peace with my enemy.