Christmas is in the air!  Hello NIB family. As you all know, we usually run exciting Christmas stories, documentaries and articles from the first week of December every year. You can check out our Seasons greetings label for all the Christmas selection. The good news is; this year we will be celebrating Christmas in a special way! Oh Yes! So, don't forget to get into the Christmas spirit with us this year and we promise to make it worth your time ❤️💕 ******************************************* The  Advent Season Reflection For an in-depth reflection on the Advent season,  Read More

“Decisions are the frequent fabric of our daily design.”  — Don Yaeger ___________________________________ Location: Chairman's Compound Alex took in the Chairman’s numerous security guards exchanging pleasantries with some men in matching ominous looking uniforms designed with slight hints of red. He squinted at them. His spry brain sized them up and tried to figure out who they were and who amongst them had called out his name. His hand slowly moved to the gun in his jacket when suddenly recognition dawned on him. 

Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant              - Robert Louis Stevenson ______________________________ "Oga Maurice, how your missus dey? The girl? Yes, she dey okay... No! I'm outside, I can't call your name when I'm with her, come on... I'm a graduate oh, I no be block head like you..." Stanley smirked as his friend yelled curses at him over the line. He had met Maurice during his days inside the dungeon, where the man had pulled him out of a brutal gang war. He owed him his life, a debt that now chained him to this dark path. "The car?" He interjected, pressing the volume button on the clunky, infuriating phone. "It's there," Stanley nearly shouted. "I'm just waiting for the time... Okay—okay. Surely. I will tell you once it's done... Yes, see you!" The line clicked dead. Stanley smiled faintly, breathing in a lungful of damp air before flexing his aching muscles. After...

" Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get–only with what you are expecting to give–which is everything."                          –Katharine Hepburn ________________________________ It was 22:30. Alex glared down at the phone vibrating in his grasp and sighed. He was not in the mood for Tricia and her episodes but he knew she had set his number on redial mode and would not quit bothering his line and delaying other calls from getting to him unless he answered her. “Tricia.” He said calmly the moment he answered the call. “Alex! Finally you decided to add your fiancée to your busy schedule. Should I thank you for your benevolence?”  Her signature television personality voice sailed through the clear line and attempted to make him feel guilty for ignoring her calls all day. It was actually intentional and he had no regrets for being angry at her for refusing to accompany him back home. He nee...