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THE GIRL IN BLUE...its getting somewhere! La Hot Tv Sunday Olisemeka Sele O Sele Everyone Products Precious Chi...
11/12/2025

THE GIRL IN BLUE...its getting somewhere!





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Precious Chimamaka
Eric Clark

The news of Ruka Ruka’s essay spread quietly at first. A few teachers whispered about “the girl in blue with the powerful pen.” Some students rolled their eyes, annoyed that a girl who didn’t chase trends could suddenly shine. But Ruka didn’t notice any of it; she was too focused on preparing for the next stage of the competition.
That evening, as she sat outside reviewing her notes, her younger brother Ibrahim joined her. “Aunty Ruka,” he said, using the nickname he gave her, “why do you always choose the hard road?”
Ruka smiled. “Because the easy road takes you anywhere. The hard road takes you somewhere.”
He nodded slowly, even though he didn’t fully understand. But he admired her..everyone in the house did, even if they didn’t say it.
Later, as she swept the compound, a message came from Mr. Okoye: “Ruka, get ready. You’ve been selected for the regional finals.”
Her broom paused mid-air. Regional finals? She didn’t expect her essay to go beyond school level. Her heart pounded, not out of fear, but out of realization..her quiet choices were beginning to echo beyond her small world.
That night, she wrote in her diary, “When grace wants to lift you, it doesn’t ask for permission.”
Amb.Elvis Ogbonna. I live to love.

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The Girl in Blue Ruka Ruka barely slept that night. The thought of representing her school filled her with a strange mix...
10/12/2025

The Girl in Blue

Ruka Ruka barely slept that night. The thought of representing her school filled her with a strange mixture of fear and excitement. Before dawn, she washed her uniform, polished her old sandals, and whispered, “Lord, help me honor You with whatever I write.”
At school, Mr. Okoye handed her the competition topic: “Integrity in a Changing World.” Ruka stared at the paper. It felt like the topic had been written specifically for her. While other students scribbled quickly, she paused, closed her eyes, and remembered all the times she chose truth over shortcuts, kindness over convenience, dignity over popularity.
Her pen finally moved...slow, steady, certain. She wrote about Mama Zainab. She wrote about her mother’s struggles. She wrote about the power of standing alone when the world is running in one direction. And she wrote about the blue she wore every day “the color of depth, not noise.”
When she finished, Mr. Okoye read her essay silently. His eyes lifted, shining. “Ruka… this isn’t just good. This is powerful.”
For the first time, Ruka felt her difference turning into strength. As she walked home, the wind tugged at her blue scarf, as if celebrating her courage.
Amb.Elvis Ogbonna. I live to love

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This isn't true became I never saw television until....what do you think?





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Sunday Olisemeka
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Everyone Products

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The Girl in blue

The next morning, Ruka Ruka woke up before the first rooster crowed. She wrapped her blue scarf, stepped outside, and let the cool breeze wash over her thoughts. Something inside her felt different like a door had opened in her spirit. She didn’t know where it led, but she knew she had to walk through it.
At school, the usual mockery greeted her. Two girls pointed at her worn sandals and laughed loudly. Ruka simply adjusted her books and kept moving. She had learned that silence sometimes speaks louder than arguments.
During break time, her teacher, Mr. Okoye, called her aside. “Ruka, I’ve been observing you,” he said, removing his glasses. “You have a rare discipline. You focus even when others lose themselves. I want you to represent the school in an essay competition.”
Ruka’s heart skipped. No one had ever chosen her for anything important. “Sir… me?”
“Yes, you,” he replied firmly. “Your mind is stronger than your environment.”
As she walked home later, she couldn’t stop smiling. Not because she had been selected, but because someone finally saw her. Someone believed in the girl in blue.
That night she wrote in her diary, “Purpose knocks softly. Only the patient hear it.
Amb.Elvis Ogbonna. I live to Love

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THE GIRL IN BLUE

Ruka Ruka’s quiet choices began attracting quiet attention. Not applause just eyes watching, whispering, wondering why a girl her age would walk so gently in a world that rewarded noise. She didn’t chase trends, didn’t bend to pressure, didn’t compete for attention. And because of that, people noticed her more.
One sunny afternoon, as she returned from the market with a basket on her head, she saw Mama Zainab the old widow who sold roasted corn struggling to lift a sack of maize. Ruka dropped her basket and rushed over.
“My daughter,” the woman said, breathing heavily, “people don’t help without wanting something. Why are you different?”
Ruka only smiled. “Because someone helped me first. God.”
Mama Zainab’s eyes softened. “I see light around you… a rare kind. Don’t let this world dim it. Promise me."
The words hit Ruka deeper than expected. That evening, she opened her small blue diary and wrote slowly, “Maybe being different is not a burden. Maybe it’s an assignment.
For the first time, she felt purpose tightening its grip on her heart. Unknown to her, the same world that mocked her was beginning to shift making quiet space for a girl bold enough to carry destiny with clean hands.
AMB. ELVIS OGBONNA. I LIVE TO LOVE ❤️

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