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QUICK REFLECTION AUTHOR: EBUKA HENRY DATE: 13/11/2018 “Don't hate the game, hate the player... the player should have known better than to play the game in the first place.”   A side chick is the other woman  also known as the  mistress ; a female that is neither a male's wife or girlfriend who meets the external needs of  the male while he is in another relationship. let me quote a wise man once said Been in a relationship without a side chick is boring only a side chick can make it exciting and fantastic- anonymous  let me quote another anonymous source, Side chicks are life basically,  keep the conversation interesting. A side chick's main responsibility is to keep things fun and exciting. Giving us cute answers and reply fast as the main chick takes all the time in the world to reply with boring ass messages. Side chicks tell funny stories and Ask how we are feeling main chicks just stress you with complaints  A RARE PHOTO OF A SIDE CHICK Being the

I BROKE THE CODE AUTHOR: EBUKA HENRY DATE:29/10/2018 There is a Nigerian saying that Goes having a friend is Important But having a Best Friend is Importanter. Have you ever met someone so delightful, so full of Life, Her energy beyond the Excitement of the Galaxies?  A  best friend  is like a four leaf clover, hard to find, lucky to have. Never let your  best friends  get lonely... keep disturbing them.  Good friends  are like stars🙏, you can't always see them but you know they're there. True  friends  are like diamonds - bright, beautiful, valuable, and always in style. I would have sworn she was my other Half, We were the envy of people who taught they had best Friends, we were Goals... DAMN it............. I was a Proud Man, we talked about everything and anything 😘 We gossiped anything that walked on Earth😂, we almost started gossiping about Angels too, she was my special Adviser, Oh did I forget to mention how much of a great cook and she is, she was a m

TO MY LOVE I never believed in love at first sight till I met you My world stood still My watch stopped ticking My heart stopped beating My mind stopped thinking When I first saw you I focused on you with my everything Your presence was more of a breath taker than a show stopper I was seated On the bus picturing on how the journey will be Then you came in and sat beside me That changed everything My entire attention was diverted to you I took a clear gaze at you I couldn't help but smile I took it to my mind And started planning on how to let it out I wanted to let you know how I felt I wanted to let you know how golden your presence is to me I wanted you to know how my head go round I wanted to compliment your beauty enhanced with your impressive outfit And when I turned to you to pour my heart out, I only managed to say ... HI ... But look at us now Anytime I think of you, my mind sing song That my lips don't even know the lyrics t

STORY: BEHIND THE LENS AUTHOR: EBUKA HENRY MODEL: IVY KOURTNEY PHOTOGRAPHER: @YEKI_K Photography they say is an art of taking and processing photographs, I beg to differ. Photography should not just be about taking photos. I see it as one of Man's unique creation, a pause button to life itself, a button used to capture moments, moments used to tell stories in the absence of words.  A  picture they say is worth more than a thousand words  x Photography for me is not looking, it’s feeling . If you can’t feel what you’re looking at, then you’re never going to get others to feel anything when they look at your pictures. This feeling I kept alive in my heart anytime I closed an eye behind my lens. I saw her for who she truly was, i zoomed into her scars, fears, insecurities. I wanted to be the Man for her. Speaking to a lady was not my best quality, So I admired from a distance all thanks to my magnifying Lens  she was Incredibly beautiful. Her beauty was her po

STORY: JUST ONE DANCE AUTHOR: EBUKA HENRY Have you ever fallen in Love? Am sure most of you have. The real Question was Have you Ever fallen in Love with a person because of their dancing prowess, Mind you this is not a Twerking scenario. You sit and admire every sound of the beat with their body tempo flowing right with it. They dance as though no one is watching as you love them as though you have never been hurt before. She was my heart's dancing partner I could dance forever with her all this I pictured with my Imaginations. I never knew I would ever be a fan of slow dance until I met her, my admiration for her was beyond words. I just wanted to grab her and Slow dance with her under the bright stars with no music except the rhythmic music our heart beat's made. I could not wallow anymore, my imaginations were packed   I finally got up from my corner. I approached her like the man my father brought me up to be as I stood face to face with her my legs got weak and l