FOUR SIDE HUSTLES TO MAKE MONEY ININ 2018

FOUR SIDE HUSTLES TO MAKE MONEY IN 2018
As you make your New Year financial resolution, it would be very good to include these 4 side hustles in order to be financially potent throughout the year:
1.Freelance writing
If you have a very good writing skill, this business is for you. All you need is a laptop and a good internet connection then you can apply from various websites where freelance writers are needed to secure a writing job anywhere you live. E.g freelancer.com
2.Rent things out
Do you have any gadget, house or land? If yes, this is a potential way to generate income into your pocket in 2018. You can rent out your laptop to someone writing his project and needs a laptop. You can as well rent bags. Yes! That bag that people admire so much that they borrow it very well from you every weekend.
4. Take tutorials
When people hear the word tutorial, the first thing they think of is academic. No. There are so many things you can teach aside boring mathematical rules and big english vocabularies. If you have sound knowledge of photography, make-up artistry, tailoring, even cooking, you can turn your knowledge to money by teaching people who really need this online or offline. You can record a video where you explain in detail how what you are teaching is done and post it on YouTube for people to watch and you make your money as people view it. Or you can organise a seminar to reach interested people.
4. Sell things online
There so many things you can sell online. If for example you are an artist, you can sell your artwork online. All you need to do is to get a customer who is interested in the good or service you have at hand and you bargain and at the end generate income from what you sell. In this, a high-level of trust is needed. This means that you must not put your integrity into question. You will need a high level of honesty in dealing with your customers.
With these, I believe the New Year is blessed already. Happy New year in advance.

APC CHAIRMAN RESIGNS

 Abdullai Abbas,the chairman of Kano state chapter of All Progressive Congress, APC has resigned. He tendered his resignation letter on Thursday.
He is yet to give reason for the decision.
An aide to the Commissioner of Information, Faizu Alfindiki, confirmed the development to Premium Times.

I WANT YESTERDAY

I WANT YESTERDAY

If only yesterday could reappear
To cure the living madness in our street,
Tomorrow would  show a signal of hope.

If yesterday could come with her tales,
Recounted by the grey hairs of our land,
When wrongs were not right...

Today would see a signal of hope
Waving like a flag  in the sky to announce
The dawn of a sane tomorrow where virtues dwell and reign.

When my ears hear those tales
Of how yesterday moulded virtuous minds,
Tears of hope rush like a stream from my heart.

I want yesterday in tomorrow.
But today might not bring the desired tomorrow,
Where honesty will fly man on his wings of honour.

Semi-naked thighs parade today's street
Like bones without flesh,
Who knows if tomorrow's thighs will refuse shelter?

I want yesterday that clapped for dignity,
Dignity of a woman that tightens her legs
Until a broad chested being  claim her with a price.

If today could bring yesterday in tomorrow,
My heart would  eulogise the Creator,
For the expelled virtues tomorrow would shower on men.

I want yesterday
That rights wrongs with a voice
To blot from our land immorality.

Written by Winlade

CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: THE NEW MAN WRITING CONTEST 2018

NMWC/PR/002

The New Man Movement hereby calls for Submissions into the third edition of her annual writing contest.

The New Man Writing Contest is a yearly contest organised by The New Man Movement, a body of young vibrant minds that desire a change in society, that begins with the youths; with the believe that writing has a power of changing men from the old to the new.


In its third year, The New Man Writing Contest is targeted at the promotion of literary works by combing through the forest of literary virginity in students of secondary schools, exploring the diversities of culture and personalities in Africa and keeping the bond of unity in creativity.. You can read about The New Man Writing Contest (NMWC) and previous editions here via www.thenewman.org.ng.


The 2018 edition would be hosted in honour of H.R.M, Oba Adedokun Abolarin Omoniyi, Aroyinkeke 1, the Orangun of Oke-Ila Orangun, Osun, Nigeria.


Submission Modalities.

Note: Entry fee is FREE

1. This contest is open to ALL STUDENTS of Secondary Schools IN AFRICA.

2. Entries should be sent via mail to newmanwritingcontest@gmail.com

3. The biography of the writer should be contained below the body of the mail (preferably after the submission) in no less than 100 words.

4. Length of submissions
a. PROSE: Maximum, 8000 words.
b. POETRY: Maximum, 200 lines.
c. DRAMA: Maximum, 5 Acts.

This Contest is open from November 18th, 2017- March 21st, 2018.

All winners would be announced on this platform and ALL Media Partner Platforms.


Prizes:

1. 1st, 2nd and 3rd prize winners would be published in The New Man Writing Series.

2. A Certificate of participation in the contest will be issued.

3. Other submissions shall be published on online literary blogs, international journals and websites.

4. Top prose and drama works would be adopted into movie scripts (courtesy KBLAQ TV)


For sponsorship and further enquiries, please call +2348106155905, +2348065991278, +2348146798514, or +2348107978515.

You could also send a mail to newmanwritingcontest@gmail.com or thenewmanmovement@gmail.com

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TRAGEDY OF A MOTHER by Winlade

What else is that which makes joy flow
Like a  rushing stream in the vein of a mother
If not her tendering hands nurturing her fruits
And her breast giving them life?

Blessed is that womb which conceives to multiply the earth
For a fruitless womb is a useless womb
That will rest in a tomb with no flower to give it beauty
When death comes to snatch her life

Blessed is a womb that conceives
But tragic is the laughter of that womb
When her offspring stands afar to enjoy
Fresh milk from a sexy double mountainous chest
As she falls and re-fall before death
Who stands to save her from tragedy

Blessed is the life of a mother
Hers is a blessed memory of tragedy
Tragedy of her only begotten son
Jollying on the laps of delilahs
And eating food served by jezebels

Her tragedy is her paralysed arms
Which could not wave conviction to her son
Who was drowning ignorantly in ruin
That was sweet to his soul and tasty to his tongue
Thanks to death who came to her rescue
And saved her from the unbearable tragedy of her son
To live beyond, where  all wombs are blessed in eternal peace

MOTHER OR WIFE by Winlade

MOTHER OR WIFE?

(In the evening, after farmers have dropped their cutlasses and hoes to enjoy the cool evening breeze that speaks of God's goodness, Àdìó and Arewà are seated under the tree that serves as shade for market women during dry season playing love.)
ÀDÌÓ:
Arewà mi, the one who has triumphed over all the beauty of this universe to arrest my heart and sentence her to life imprisonment in that desired prison of love... My tongue is eager to make a confession to your ears.
AREWÀ:
 Hmmm... Àdìó, I tell everybody of how the fight at the bank of Esin river catapulted us into this prison of happiness which I want to dwell till my eyes close and my body becomes stiff and lifeless. You know a day without you is like a thousand in slavery. Tell me that which has escaped your throat to your tongue, and I shall listen.
ÀDÌÓ:
Thanks to her majesty, the sole queen of this milky land moulded by the Creator with utmost patience. I discovered when I journeyed to the world of imagination that you are the life I want. Come with me to the compound erected by my ancestors and you shall find my mother's favour.
AREWA:
Ó ti tún dé ooo. Are you trying to lift me up to the zenith of joy to later bring me down to feed on grass? An everlasting happiness is all I desire Àdìó mi.
ÀDÌÓ:
 How I wish I could tear the flesh covering my heart like paper to expose the expression covered by the flesh. Even the birds of the sky lend credence to the fact that my cup runs over of your love!
AREWA:
I will say you said it. But... There is a question that has been dwelling in my mind for long.
ÀDÌÓ:
Arewà mi, a wise being asks to know, for we know only by asking. Pour out that which has turned your mind to its abode. Let me know the question, so you could get an answer.
AREWÀ:
Thanks to him who deserves my heart. I saw you at the market square during the last egúngún festival dancing with your mum. The laughter written on your face communicated clearly the bond of love which has made you stay by her when all your brothers left in search of greener pastures. How will you love her less and love me more?
ÀDÌÓ:
Hmmm... My mother! That woman of valour who sprinkled blood on my face when I knocked on the door of the world! The standing daughter of Arógunyò the great among his ten sitting sons. No wonder she complemented that revered hunter that brought shame over lion in his den by snatching his life with just an ordinary cap. Thou art great where you lay your head father.
I will answer your question now Arewà. How is it possible for a mother to forget the pain of childbirth?
AREWÀ:
 Impossible...
ÀDÌÓ:
You are very wise my queen. The remembrance of that day brings agony to her soul when the child for who she bore that pain forsake her for another. I love you and will love her more.
AREWÀ:
 (looking angry)You build mansion only with your tongue. Didn't you say I am the life you want? You should love me than your mother or else...
ÀDÌÓ:(Cuts in)
 Don't take it beyond this lane. It is my duty to love my mother more, so as to love you.
AREWÀ:
 I don't understand...
ÀDÌÓ:
My mother told me I should marry a mother and not a wife. Because, a wife has a leg in and a leg in which could go out at any time to drag out the remaining one. But a mother remains till you close your eyes and say bye to the land of the living.
AREWÀ:
Wow! You indeed fed on the milk of a sage.
ÀDÌÓ:
Yes, she is indeed a sage! She is worth a whole library in the land of our white brothers. Would you walk by my side to her dwelling place in my ancestors compound?
AREWÀ:
With pride will I hold your hand and walk you down her abode.
(Happy, they left for the mother's dwelling place)

Pastor says; "No more tithing in my church," after listening to Daddy Freeze's teaching

Pastor says; "No more tithing in my church," after listening to Daddy Freeze's teaching


The founder of The Godist Church, His Holiness, Prophet Ufuoma Bernard has reportedly decided to scrap the payment of tithes in his church as a result of Freeze's teachings on tithes.


According to the prophet's Facebook post, he is convinced Daddy freeze is right after searching through the scripture and critically examining arguments for and against tithes and he believes with Daaddy Freeze that payment of tithes is not biblical.


Freeze rejoiced over the prophet's decision and shared the news via his Instagram account with the caption:

"Wow this gentleman actually has quite a big ministry... I'm proud of him! Lets all stand up for the truth!"