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Founder of Xycinews Media, Naabiae Nenubari Mee-eebari on August 2017 was awarded the representative of Nigeria Red Cross Port Harcourt Division, under the title of Mr Red Cross Port Harcourt  2017/18.
June 2018 has presented another great prospect, The Nigerian Red Cross Society, University of Port Harcourt Detachment gave Naabiae Nenubari Mee-eebari an award of Stewardship for his humanitarian service and support to the Red Cross Society.
Nigerian Red Cross Society
With this, Xycinews Media have made it a goal an self obligation in supporting and doing media coverages for the Nigerian Red Cross Society where need be.
Your also invited to the Nigerian Red Cross Society, Uniport Detachment Meetings/Trainings if you stay or work around that environment.
The University of Port Harcourt Detachment or Uniport Detachment holds it Red Cross meetings every Wednesday by 4:30pm, Abuja school campus, Opposite Access Bank, Volleyball 🏐 court.
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Poems and Tales

From Sun To Rain – Helping A Kid On His Feet Back Home With Emotions

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On a sunny noon, I found myself walking a 45 mins journey to my school prominent junction “Uniport Junction”. It was more painful when I walk past the first bus park “Abuja park”, but a young broke guy has nothing to worry until he arrive to his destination.

30 minutes to my painful journey, I stumbled upon a kid around “12 years” my conscience will never let me walk past his red swollen eyes. He looked so cute, innocent, lackadaisical and slothful.

My knees down, I asked “My friend what’s wrong?”, his pitied looked won’t let me stand the fact am a man, my weak emotions were already reacting to his crying intonations, my fragile tears glands without my permission filled my eyes with tears like rain yet to pour from the cloud.

 

The sun was damn so hot, he was bear footed, he trousers were falling from his waist as he has no belt, he was putting on a feminine top, whereas he is a guy. I knew family conditions weren’t so comfortable.

 

With tears, he hugged me uttering “I lost the money my mummy gave me to buy slippers”, my cloth already stained with his sneeze – I wasn’t concerned at all.

Emotional Poems about Broken Heart, Life Struggles, Love and Pain

Concentiously, my tears glands spilled all the stored cloud rain. I didn’t know when I found myself backing him to “Uniport junction market”, his money has being picked by someone else, the coal tar heat was unbearable for his feet, he had no dad – what will a good Samaritan do? I just had to back the light weighted guy.

In 10 mins time, we arrived. I deeped my hands in my pocket, gave him the micro penny I had. I smiled at him, but I knew deep in me I have saved him from lashes at home – I told him “Keep whatever change that remained”, foolishly some will say “Without zeal for happily losing my little kobo, I walk it all back for about an hour”.

I knew he was happy, but my emotions was mixed with depression, stress and joy.

 

The Story Of Nenu-B.

A Real Tale.

 

Disclaimer

I took no photo of him, I consider that to be privacy infringement on a minor.

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Tears of Nelson Sousa And The Blood Field – An African War Story

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Summary – This is an imaginative story about a Rwandan and Nigerian born called Nelson Sousa.

Directly or indirectly, the characters are in no way referred to any one at all, but 100% imaginative. If you like this post, I will write more.

African War Story

In the dark era of apartheid, Nelson Sousa was born in Nusenga to a Rwandan father and a Nigerian mother. After a childhood primary and secondary school education in Nigeria, enduring lost of civil wars and economical crisis, his family moved to Rwanda for a greener pasture and peaceful environment.

Facing the first scornful looking military personnel along the border sparked an awkward and scary sensation deep down their nerves. Rusty waste along the street, widowed women mourning loudly, hungry kids pulling the cloth of passerby, the Nelson’s family regretted a once happy decision.

With eyes filled with blood, little Nelson looked up to Dad and ask, “Papi Papi are we going to die? Why are people running like wild antelope like those in Kupentog forest?”, “Please answer me, I want to …” rapid gun fire filled the air. The dark angry Rwandans dread bands were on the move, robbing and carrying societal vices. Some looking so young, carrying heavy guns and leaves tied around their waist, they kept shooting mercilessly.

Grabbing Nelson and having his wife follow them closely, seemed a brilliant and safe idea. 15 minutes of zik zag running for safety, she dropped flat. She has being gunned down. Nelson watched his mum drop down like an antelope shot in the wild. Seeking safety beneath a truck, Nelson was faced with life reality. “Papi papi, look mami is dead” he said crying.

Seven (7) years later, Nelson lost his father due to stroke, he was now an orphanage in his homeland, making Rwanda the home of peace was his vision. From local school head to a community activist, he won the hearth of the masses and joined the country politics. Throw back to the memories of an African War Story .

Subsequently, after three (3) years of political struggle, he was assassinated by an unknown assassin. His death was acclaimed to be from the opposing party. Today, his written poem is stilled used to honor him for his courage and service to humanity.

This Is an African War story & it is associated with a poem. Click link below to read poem.

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Poem Of An African War Story – Red Sky

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An African War Story

Gripping tree bark and gnashing my teeth seems ah balance diet

A proud land filled with germinating bullets on the plain field

Green white green land covered with red black red tears and blood

O Nusenga, you never said welcome

 

Rapid shots and cries defiled my ears

Killing skills became the industrious skills I imagined

The kids lift arms and smile at their new record

I feel many man they brag

 

Like a fallen tree, will mami ever rise again?

Well I fall too? Nusenga will you always love me

Family away forever, the struggle just beginning,

The cock that crows are heard by kids,

Food is hard undeniably, tears is at disposal,

Millions of falling heros – your only Grammy Award,

Chapters of an African war story

 

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