Cravins Ice Cream commenced operations in 2018 in the north-eastern city of Maiduguri, Borno State wherefrom it has expanded rapidly to adjoining states of Yobe and Plateau with a promise to reach every state in Nigeria and beyond. Despite stiff competition in the food industry, the company has distinguished itself through its excellent service delivery, providing much desired superior value to its customers. The company also prioritizes its impact on society and takes its corporate social responsibility seriously. The CEO of Cravins Ice Cream Jerry Danjuma David speaks to Pride Magazine Nigeria about the delights of ice cream in north-eastern…
Author: Adaudo Anyiam-Osigwe
Afro-textured hair requires special care, as the hair unique structure is prone to extra dryness and therefore are more fragile and susceptible to breakage. Kam Davis, Founder and CEO of Nylah’s Naturals, shares some expert advice on how to care for Black hair. Since ancient times, Afro-textured hair has been an integral part of Black culture. From the Ancient Nile Valley civilizations to the establishment of Western African empires, hair has maintained a spiritual, social, cultural and aesthetic significance in the lives of African people. It was a part of a person’s social and cultural identity, signifying personal status. Unfortunately,…
Walking on this green grass lane, I have to say life wasn’t always like this, And diverting to the rocky path, I can say life was more like this. When I was a child, I wanted to remain a child, I didn’t want to grow up. But I did grow up And I was glad I didn’t remain a child. I grew up to become a man And saw a clearer picture of life. I don’t know if someone has seen the clearest picture. Growing old, Things to be grew old too, And the ‘used tos’ became continually frequent. Now,…
Have you ever felt the beating of the heart? Have you had a rush of blood to the head? Have you witnessed both a tragedy and a comedy, all at the same time? Have you let your emotions wander through your mind? Did you ever explore your emotions in a creation? Forever with you, Embroidered in your soul, By the hands of an artist. His hands are his heart. The end of the system of his imagination, Where ideas swim around And creativity walks about. I look down at him from the Iroko and Witness his heart swell with…
And the creation knelt before her Creator. She had finally fallen to her knees. After so long in searching, she discovered there was No point to do so in the first place. But it had been so long since she stood before her Creator. From memory, she spoke the little she knew. The little she knew of how she used to speak to Him before sin. The simplest of words, the greatest of thoughts. Then came a tear. Just a single tear. She has not cried for so long. The tears she was used to were tears of anguish From…
Dear Creator, I am tired. I am so tired. It is getting harder to love. It is now about making choices. The world has finally opened its jaws for me. Its teeth bruise my body, A warning sign of the horrors of its belly. When did it become so hard? When did love become a choice? When did I begin to feel unloved? Oh Lord, I am so cold! It’s as though all I feel is not enough, All I want for others can never be acknowledged. I have never meant harm to anyone So why do I feel I…
In my short life, I have come to realise that I know very little. To compensate for this, I try to look up to those older and wiser. Mama, you have been one of those people. In the words you say, And mostly the things you do, You have taught me that I do not need to know everything. All I need to know is that If there is love, One does not need to know. Adaudo Anyiam-Osigwe from her book of poems Words from Beyond when Crying for Myself: Musings of Childhoodxosotin chelseathông tin chuyển nhượngcâu lạc bộ bóng…
It is quite a phenomenon. I don’t know how and why it came about. All I know, Is that it follows a routine. From the tender skin of a baby, To the fresh skin of a child, Then the smooth skin of youth, Followed by the rough skin of middle age, And ends with the wrinkles of old age. I see it as the beauty of the body, It’s blessing and its curse. Adaudo Anyiam-Osigwe from her book of poems Words from Beyond when Crying for Myself: Musings of Childhood xosotin chelseathông tin chuyển nhượngcâu lạc bộ bóng đá arsenalbóng…
Death, I am afraid of it. No, I am not actually scared of death but the thereafter. What will happen if the pronouncement after death is “Go to hell?” What will happen if my loved ones are given the pronouncement of hell? It is scary. Suffering for eternity is not what death should bring! “Do you love me?” God asks. “Yes, I do”, is my reply. “Then trust in me,” God tells me. It seems like such an easy thing to do in life – Trust in God. We may love, be hopeful, believe in who he is; pray and…
With despair I cry to my Lord. Are you that far away from me? It is said you are always near your offspring, But, why do I reach for you and feel no returning hand? My soul is the worst hit of my distance from you. My mind is fixed in thinking of the sadness and the evil of the world. My spirit fades away, and wonders about to no point. My body is weak, it is weak. But, of all these, I fear for my soul. It will stay forever. It will never be happy with this feeling of…