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And it echoesDeep diminuendo.Oja Ebuka.Okwu ojaMother tongue; the tongue her ear touchesGwam okwu oja.
26/04/2026

And it echoes
Deep diminuendo.

Oja Ebuka.

Okwu oja
Mother tongue; the tongue her ear touches

Gwam okwu oja.

14/04/2026

Oja Ebuka!
Oja gbutulu d**e!

The telltale sound that echoes even in the needle's track.

The food Mother Africa eats in the air.

Ife di n'Oja Ebuka.

30/03/2026

Where is our culture?

OMATA (Am not Mad) Episode 9‎‎I reckoned I could steer my fame into something bigger and contesting for the post of the ...
24/03/2026

OMATA (Am not Mad) Episode 9
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‎I reckoned I could steer my fame into something bigger and contesting for the post of the Noble Faces could push it up. Though I had little financial support from home, I dared to pursue the dream. I began making findings about the office and, to my delight, I came out successful. I gave in to practicing and rehearsing George Legend's "All of Me" and Celine Dion's "Now On" for the contest. The entire hostel number eight residents felt the atmosphere, and I gained more impetus getting prepared for the contest.
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‎As the days went by, my confidence grew. I would often sneak out to the mango tree behind the hostel, trumpet in hand, and belt out tunes that echoed through the evening air. The sky was not too bright, displaying an eventide hue. A slight wind rustled the leaves of the mango tree, carrying my voice above. I paused, feeling a touch on my shoulder.
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‎"Chris," a soft female voice followed the touch. I turned to see a girl walking out from behind the tree, admiring my trumpet. I chuckled, leaning backwards.
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‎"Good evening," she greeted, sitting on the bench some feet opposite me. "I would like to learn how to play the trumpet, are you going to teach me?" She asked, giving out a smile and her head bent from the neck. Our eyes met, and we laughed loudly.
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‎"Have we met?" I asked, trying to place her.
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‎"Are you not Chris?" she asked, one blink at the trumpet, another at me.
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‎"Yeah, that's me," I replied, smiling.
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‎"My name is Mitchell," she said, extending her hand.
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‎We shook hands, and I was struck by her bright smile. "Nice to meet you, Mitchell. I'd be happy to teach you how to play the trumpet."
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‎As we began to talk, I learned that Mitchell was a student in the university, and she had heard me singing at a local event. She was impressed by my voice and wanted to learn how to play an instrument. I was drawn to her enthusiasm and energy.
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‎We spent the next few hours talking, laughing, and making music together. The evening air was filled with the sweet sound of trumpet and conversation. As the night wore on, I realized that this chance encounter might just be the push I needed to take my dream to the next level.
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‎The Noble Faces contest was just around the corner, but I was no longer focused solely on winning. I was excited to see where this new connection would lead and how it would impact my journey.
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‎(To be continued)

As a master of the ship, don't include your conductor in the master room if you don't want the ship to sink. No matter h...
11/03/2026

As a master of the ship, don't include your conductor in the master room if you don't want the ship to sink. No matter how the conductor see all corners of the ship; there is a reason he is not the master.

11/03/2026

Umudunummo and the whole blessings.

06/03/2026

By his stripes we are healed.

01/02/2026

Wishing you a month filled with prosperity, joy, and endless possibilities! 🌟
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‎As we step into a new month, Buka Enterprise is grateful for your loyalty and trust. We're committed to serving you with excellence and innovation.
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‎May this month bring you success, happiness, and fulfillment. Thank you for choosing us!
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‎Best regards,
‎Buka Enterprise.

OMATA (AM NOT MAD) (Episode 8)‎‎My trumpet became my ticket to campus fame 🎺. NFCS, EFAC, and other Christian organizati...
31/01/2026

OMATA (AM NOT MAD) (Episode 8)
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‎My trumpet became my ticket to campus fame 🎺. NFCS, EFAC, and other Christian organizations welcomed me with open arms, eager to hear my soul-stirring melodies. I ministered, I thrilled, and I inspired. Musical bands sought me out for gigs, and students invited me to birthday concerts, where I'd blow the trumpet and make the celebrant feel like a king.
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‎It was surreal, this newfound fame. I'd walk across campus, and people would nod in recognition, whispering, "That's Chris, the trumpet guy." I felt like a rockstar, minus the guitar.
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‎Then, there was the Love Garden. I'd heard whispers about it, but nothing prepared me for its serene beauty. I lush greenery, vibrant flowers, and a sense of tranquility that settled the soul. It was our meeting spot, where my friend and coursemate Kosi and I would chill, share stories, and make memories.
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‎Kosi, with his infectious laughter and sparkling eyes, became my partner in crime. We explored Nsugbe together, discovering hidden gems and making the most of our college experience.
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‎But amidst the fame and fun, Chidi's ghost whispered, "Don't get lost, Chris. Words are waiting." Omata, my novel, still gathered dust, a reminder of unfinished business.
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Ututu oma.Agughee uzo agughee uzo.Blissful morning.
27/01/2026

Ututu oma.
Agughee uzo agughee uzo.
Blissful morning.

Anti kidney stone.The leaf of life
26/01/2026

Anti kidney stone.
The leaf of life

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