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Brambaifa Writes /A Nigerian Writer: April 2013

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Brambaifa Writes /A Nigerian Writer. Monday, 22 April 2013. What path must undoubtedly lead there. Such as the mystics once knew. Embraced by the ambitions of man. But known only by the diligent few. Some proclaim its content be. The scriptural confusions of priests. Whose ranting can unveil nothing. But their hunger during religious feasts. Man no longer behold the answers within. Because the illusions of appearance beckons. He calls the manifestations of change, miracle. The road is assuredly within.

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Brambaifa Writes /A Nigerian Writer: May 2014

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Brambaifa Writes /A Nigerian Writer. Friday, 30 May 2014. Is the medium of strife. The source of it all. The height of our very fall. If it is God's greatest gift. Then why is its charity adrift. And its values corrupted. Like evils will adopted. Unto a vile purpose. Intended for man's own lose. The very destiny of his being. The supposed fault of Adamic sin. No man can ask. That which to him is no task. For what is existence. If it was never by our insistence. Life is the makers jest. Links to this post.

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Brambaifa Writes /A Nigerian Writer: March 2014

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Brambaifa Writes /A Nigerian Writer. Tuesday, 25 March 2014. The heavens now dark. Must cast her brow below. Her intent so stern. Must judge even the shallow. For man is no longer innocent. The secrets of their hearts lay bare. Is same as the predilection of wild beasts. Whose hunger all must come to fear. As was once the character of ancient times. When ignorance called nature's growl barbaric. And the hinterlands made deity of natural things. Ascribing piety just because their will was then weak.

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Brambaifa Writes /A Nigerian Writer: July 2014

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Brambaifa Writes /A Nigerian Writer. Sunday, 6 July 2014. When departure is sudden. Like the gasp of breathe. The heart is then ridden. Like a wood, infested chest. Within which nothing precious. Can come to find endurance. Like a Father's withered voice. Uttering last advice of importance. The pain surges forth. And then it is lucid. A fact among the many sort. Confronting, direct and morbid. It falls, like raindrops from above. To tell a truth, Its core aim. That life without love. Friday, 4 July 2014.

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Brambaifa Writes /A Nigerian Writer: Nigerian Writer: Persistence

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Brambaifa Writes /A Nigerian Writer. Sunday, 24 August 2014. Count not the odds. Nor the pitfalls of before. Stand aground your resolve. Focus on the place ashore. The motions of every day's life. Becomes nothing when silence. Is the will against strife. No trouble is certain. If the refusal is constant. And purpose set to attain. Dreams vague and distant. Attend desires with hope. Until in form, manifest. Persevere, where none could cope. Until achievement in hands,attest. About Nigerian Health Blog.

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Brambaifa Writes /A Nigerian Writer: Nigerian writer: Irony

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Brambaifa Writes /A Nigerian Writer. Saturday, 27 September 2014. PLease visit my new (main) site Nigerian Writer. A place of choice. Outside the forceps of grief. Like a long incarcerated thief. The truth was said. Of when man's need be sated. Transcends limit, unabated. Fulfillment is not in numbers. But in the ideas we hold. So it is indeed no wonder. That even the rich grow old. When man desires a thing. His will, soon, deeply perverted. Defiles his natural being. For desires not truly wanted.

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Brambaifa Writes /A Nigerian Writer: August 2014

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Brambaifa Writes /A Nigerian Writer. Sunday, 24 August 2014. Count not the odds. Nor the pitfalls of before. Stand aground your resolve. Focus on the place ashore. The motions of every day's life. Becomes nothing when silence. Is the will against strife. No trouble is certain. If the refusal is constant. And purpose set to attain. Dreams vague and distant. Attend desires with hope. Until in form, manifest. Persevere, where none could cope. Until achievement in hands,attest.

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Brambaifa Writes /A Nigerian Writer: October 2013

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Brambaifa Writes /A Nigerian Writer. Sunday, 20 October 2013. Nigeria Writer: Ekadi Three. Do the unexpected with flawless ease. In retrospect she had come to agree that, day had been created to bless her efforts with frustration and disappointments. It was minutes after the unsuccessful pursuit, on her way back that she had fallen into the arms of a police van, her pockets had wraps of marijuana and for two weeks she had stayed in police custody while Ekadi rejoiced. This time he was unlucky, this time ...

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Brambaifa Writes /A Nigerian Writer: Nigerian writer: Thought

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Brambaifa Writes /A Nigerian Writer. Thursday, 4 September 2014. The journey of life. Starts from a conscious thought. Though it be filled with strife. They are wishes brought forth. Everything is but a concept. Crafted by the powers of mind. And in the material, Made manifest. As if by an external hand. Nothing is strange to our unconscious. For within, the seeds of celestial will. Progenitors of every terrible choice. That any man has ever come to feel. What is, was never imposed on us.

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Brambaifa Writes /A Nigerian Writer: November 2012

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Brambaifa Writes /A Nigerian Writer. Thursday, 8 November 2012. Void of virtues they greedily match forth. The promulgation of doctrines the intent. A guide for a society of mans great worth. But the inherent light is already far spent. Everything is by the content of mind. There is no disparity from its origin. For as the morality of a man is blind. So shall their outpourings be misleading. Mans civilization is perilously unto nothing. In vain we thrive on the profits of the physical. It was constructed...