Possible Compiled Questions And Answers On Geography

The nigerianedu.com - Geography is the study of places and the relationships between people and their environments. Geographers explore both the physical properties of Earth's surface and the human societies spread across it.

Geography

1. Which of the following statements best describes the population of southeast Asia.

a. high density and growth rate

b. low density and low great rate

c. low density and high growth rate

d. high density and high rate

2. In Nigeria, bays and headland are features associated with the

. North central highland

b. eastern scarpland

c. Sokoto Plains

d. Southern Coastlands

3. The common features of the

The Possible Questions From The Last Days at Forcados High School You Must Know

1. Mrs. Kemi Solade died of
A. cancer
B. shock
C. ovarian cancer
D.hypertension

2. ________is the principal of Sy. Catherine School
A. Mr Mallum
B. Mrs Obanje
C. Mr Vann
D.Mr Tade

3. Efua can be described as
A. arrogant
B. liar
C. unfortunate and victim of circumstances
D. spoilt child

4. ________ is fond of Jimi and called him by his

Characters In The Book "Last Days at Forcados High School"

The NigerianEdu.com has for you  “The Last Days at Forcados High School” by A.H. Mohammed tells the story of Jimi Solade last days in senior secondary school. A combination of African family values and western influence on children.

Characters:
1. Jimi Solade:

He is the main character in the novel. He is

The Christmas Murder - Must Read

This is the best you will always get here just read it all you must certainly learn something
As I grew up in a very small town where men still hoe the land and carry their burden on their head and back. I was once a king; a king to my kind. Though we were all owned; I ruled, just like my father before me. I am a descendant of the great Kwa, of the Kwa-dynasty. My name is Kwa-kio. I was one king with the largest brood in the whole of birdkind.

I had the most beautiful and great hens. If not for mankind, I would rule the world and nothing will stop me except my maker. At least that was what I thought; all I know now are faded dreams and stale memories of passions, of freedom, as I await the wrath of the human knife. The human knife: How would it feel? My friend Kuk has just been murdered. Though he was my friend for

Reading Novels Or Any Book Brooding Our Mind

This issue of reading is one thing that our youths never have in mind this days as mobile phone has taking over the place in our palms where some hand book suppose to occupy.

Now have it in mind that books are a kind of escapism, and since my childhood days they’ve got never let me down. Relatives and buddies have their usual dramas and also bad days, but cuddling up in bed on a rainy day using a good book in my hand never still did not lighten the gloominess.

We all know that reading fiction is elemental to our nature and addresses our profoundly primitive needs of achieving of which vital sense of belonging and aim of doing things. To say it is a “waste of time” and “impractical” has to be blatant insult to the sophisticated and romanticised minds in the authors behind these masterpieces. Jacqueline Wilson was my companion in doing my early childhood days and We consider every penny of my savings invested on her books to be funds well spent. As my mind and soul grew older I did start to appreciate the styles of

A Tale of Two Cities - The Preparation Chapter IV

A Tale of Two Cities
A story of the French Revolution

by Charles Dickens

    Chapter IV

The Preparation

When the mail got successfully to Dover, in the course of the forenoon, the head drawer at the Royal George Hotel opened the coach-door as his custom was. He did it with some flourish of ceremony, for a mail journey from London in winter was an achievement to congratulate an adventurous traveller upon.
By that time, there was only one adventurous traveller left be congratulated: for the two others had been set down at their respective roadside destinations. The mildewy inside of the coach, with its damp and dirty straw, its disageeable smell, and its obscurity, was rather like a larger dog-kennel. Mr. Lorry, the passenger, shaking himself out of it in chains of straw, a tangle of shaggy wrapper, flapping hat, and muddy legs, was rather like a larger sort of dog.
"There will be a packet to Calais, tomorrow, drawer?"
"Yes, sir, if the weather holds and the wind sets tolerable fair. The tide will serve pretty nicely at about two in the afternoon, sir. Bed, sir?"
"I shall not go to bed till night; but I want a bedroom, and a barber."
"And then breakfast, sir? Yes, sir. That way, sir, if you please. Show Concord! Gentleman's valise and hot water to Concord. Pull off gentleman's boots in Concord. (You will find a fine sea-coal fire, sir.) Fetch barber to Concord. Stir about there, now, for Concord!"
The Concord bed-chamber being always assigned to a passenger by the mail, and passengers by the mail being always heavily wrapped up from head to foot, the room had the odd interest for the establishment of the Royal George, that although but one kind of man was seen to go into it, all kinds and varieties of men came out of it. Consequently, another drawer, and two porters, and several maids and the landlady, were all loitering by accident at various points of the road between the Concord and the coffee-room, when a gentleman of sixty, formally dressed in a brown suit of clothes, pretty well worn, but very well kept, with large square cuffs and large flaps to the pockets, passed along on his way to

A Tale of Two Cities - The Night Shadows Chapter III

A Tale of Two Cities
A story of the French Revolution

by Charles Dickens

 

Chapter III

The Night Shadows

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it! Something of the awfulness, even of Death itself, is referable to this. No more can I turn the leaves of this dear book that I loved, and vainly hope in time to read it all. No more can I look into the depths of this unfathomable water, wherein, as momentary lights glanced into it, I have had glimpses of buried treasure and other things submerged. It was appointed that the book should shut with a spring, for ever and for ever, when I had read but a page. It was appointed that the water should be locked in an eternal frost, when the light was playing on its surface, and I stood in ignorance on the shore. My friend is dead, my neighbour is dead, my love, the darling of my soul, is dead; it is the inexorable consolidation and perpetuation of the secret that was always in that individuality, and which I shall carry in mine to my life's end. In any of the burial-places of this city through which I pass, is there a sleeper more inscrutable than its busy inhabitants are, in their innermost personality, to me, or than I am to them?
As to this, his natural and not to be alienated inheritance, the messenger on

Cross The Bar - Poem

Crossing The Bar - Poem

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no
moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and

Read The Best Frequently Used Axioms,Proverbs,Maxims And Sayings By Examination Bodies

Such sayings,axioms,maxims and proverbs are He who laughs last laughs best, all is well that ends well, honesty is the best policy, as you lay your bed so you shall lie on it, where there is a will there is a way, look before you leap, there is blessing in disgust and lot more...
This platform is to be used to write story that illustrates each of them. Everybody is free to put down story(ies) on any of them. 

THE WAY YOU LAY YOUR BED IS THE WAY YOU WILL LIE ON IT

This saying reminds of the story of a girl named Treasure. Treasure was at the age of nineteen when she met Tope.They had a truthful, trustworthy and happy relationship, because Tope was a successful
businessman and this made them to get married after two years of relationship.
As God wanted it,their union became fruitful and this resulted into giving birth a year after their wedding and they
lived happily.Everything was moving so sweet
and clean.Two years after their first child,a bouncing baby boy joined them whom they named Ayomikun.After Ayomikun's birth,things weren't as it was before.Her husband's business ran down and this lowered the standard they lived initially.Three square meal was not longer available and this made Treasure to be looking for alternatives.
One day she went to a nearby supermarket and met an old school
friend,Chisom.Chisom
was her best friend
when she was in school and they did most things together which led to

Read The Summary Of The Purple Hibiscus

Purple Hibiscus takes
place in Enugu, a city in
post-colonial Nigeria, and is narrated by the main character,Kambili Achike. Kambili lives with her older brother Jaja(Chukwuku Achike), a teenager who, like his
sister, excels at school but is withdrawn and sullen. Kambili’s father, Papa(Eugene Achike) is a strict authoritarian whose strict adherence to Catholicism overshadows his paternal love. He punishes his wife, Mama (Beatrice Achike), and his children when they fail to live up to
his impossibly high
standards.
The novel begins on Palm Sunday. Jaja has refused to go to church and receive communion.
Because Jaja has no
reasonable excuse for
missing church, Papa
throws his missal at his
son. The book hits a shelf containing his wife’s beloved figurines. This defiant act and resulting
violence marks the
beginning of the end of
the Achike family. Kambili then explains the events leading up to

Read This Poem: Vanity By Birago

YES READ THE VANITY

If we tell, gently, gently
All that we shall one
day have to tell,
Who then will hear our
voices without laughter,
Sad complaining voices
of beggars
Who indeed will hear
them without laughter?
If we roughly of our
torments
Ever increasing from the start of

Read The Analysis Of The Poem Titled Ambush By Gbemisola Adeoti

THE REAL PURPOSE OF THIS ARTICLE YOU MUST KNOW.

This article is written to expanciate vividly on the poet, the themes, the mood, the figures of speech, and the expected questions on this poem.

WHO MAY NEED THIS ARTICLE...

This article is needed by the following sets of individuals:
1. All lovers of poetry
2. All lovers of Literature-In-English
3. Students who will be sitting for these examinations: WASSE/WAEC, NECO,
GCE, A-LEVEL, IJAMB,JAMB and NABTEB.
4. Students of English Language And Literature In Universities, Polythenics, Colleges of
Educations, and so on.

DETAILED ANALYSIS AND SIMPLIFICATION OF THE
POEM TITLED AMBUSH

Ambush is a poem
written by Gbemisola
Adeoti who is a lecturer, a poet, an editor,and an author.He is a Nigerian who hailed from South West Geopolitical zone of the country.He is a yoruba man.He is also a member of Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA). Gbemisola Adeoti works as a lecturer at

Read Poem: Ambush By Gbemisola Adeoti

Read As The land is a giant
whale that swallows the sinker with hook, line and bait aborting dreams of a good catch fishers turn home at dusk blue Peter on empty ships all Peters
with Petered out desires
The land is a saber-toothed tiger, that cries
deep in the glade
While infants shudder home the grizzled ones snatch their guts from buyouners of

Analysis Of The Poem Titled The Panic Of Growing Older By Lenrie Peters

Read the analysis of this great poem below...

In the poem titled “The Panic Of Growing Older”,the poet, Dr Lenrie Peters seemed preoccupied by what can be considered as how some factors: Time, ambition, hope, etc affect the adult stage of human beings.
Lenrie Peters, took age 20 upwards as his case-study to show how the events of adulthood unfold. He revealed that a person begins adulthood with beautiful hopes:
“at twenty stilled by hope of gigantic success and exploration”. Ten years later, one has gained the achievement of
raising a family, one
becomes unnecessarily
busy in domesticity that won’t give room of seeing the moon, one begins to suffer emotional pains due
to inability to achieve
expected goals. He put it this way: “Copybook bisected with red ink
and failuresq-nothing to show the world”. He further explained that
the scientific prove of life longevity is uncertain because “hope is not a

Dr Lenrie Peters The Author Of The Poem Titled The Panic Of Growing Older.

Read full details below:

Dr Lenrie Peters was
born in 1932 in Bathurst
(The Gambia). In 1956
he graduated with a B
Sc. from the Trinity
College of Cambridge.
From 1956 to 1959, he
worked with the
University College
Hospital of London.

In 1959, he received a
Medical and Surgery
diploma from Cambridge. He holds a
Master’s degree in Arts.
From 1954 to 1955 he
was the president of
African Students’
Society of

READ POEM: Panic Of Growing Old By Lenrie Peters

Understanding life while still young...

The panic of growing older.

The panic of growing older spread fluttering winds from year to year
At twenty stilled by hope of gigantic success time and exploration
At thirty a sudden throb of pain laboratory test having nothing to show Legs cribbed in domesticity allow no sudden leaps at the moon now.
Copybook bisected
with red ink and failures–nothing to show the world.
Three children the world perhaps the

READ: Mother's Letter To Her Son

 Life story:-
www.mtv.com/news/2270998/mom-note-son-realest-lesson/

Estella Havisham has had it up to here with her son, Aaron. The 13-year-old YouTuber from Australia lied to his mom about doing his homework, and now he has to pay the price — literally. His royally irked off mom wrote him a note that delivers the toughest of love on Wednesday, Sept. 2.

“The child [Aaron] is going to have a rude awakening today after the words he exchanged with me last night,” Mama Havisham captioned the photo below on her Facebook.

“Not only will [h]e find this on the door, but his mattress stripped, and the toys and clothes that I bought confiscated.”

Aaron makes a “teeny tiny bit of money” off his YouTube vids according to his mom, but nowhere near enough to pay her back for covering 13 years of his life, obviously. (Meanwhile, all of us city dwellers are weeping at the beautiful $430 rent.)

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“I made the point to show what life would look like if I was not his ’parent,’ but rather a ’roommate,'” his mom explained in a follow-up Facebook post. “It was a

Ibadan Girl And The Bike Man

Read: Today I went to the bank. I went to deposit money as an errand for my mother. On my way to the bank, I stopped to buy bread that I was gonna eat once I got home but, I couldn't carry the bread inside the bank. I asked the bread seller to give me a black Nylon so I could put the bread inside because, well I can't walk around the street holding bread in my hand.

When I got to the bank( well as a "big girl" I couldn't carry bread inside the hall na) so, I kept it in one of the safe boxes outside. The Nylon had my phones, T-fares, my Uncle B bread then kept it in the safe box then proceeded into the bank with the owo-morney

I successfully deposited the money in the bank and came back out, took my Nylon and step outside the bank to flag a bike.

Like a bottled up wind released, something hit me faster than my

Facts You Need To Know About Prof. Wole Soyinka - Must Read

 

Do you know that Wole Soyinka is a Nigerian playwright, poet, author, teacher and political activist? who received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1986.

Synopsis

Wole Soyinka was born on July 13, 1934, in Nigeria and educated in
England. In 1986, the
playwright and political
activist became the

A Tale of Two Cities A story of the French Revolution by Charles Dickens - Chapter II The Mail

Chapter II

The Mail

It was the Dover road that lay, on a Friday night late in November, before the first of the persons with whom this history has business. The Dover road lay, as to him, beyond the Dover mail, as it lumbered up Shooter's Hill. He walked up hill in the mire by the side of the mail, as the rest of the passengers did; not because they had the least relish for walking exercise, under the circumstances, but because the hill, and the harness, and the mud, and the mail, were all so heavy, that the horses had three times already come to a stop, besides once drawing the coach across the road, with the mutinous intent of taking it back to Blackheath. Reins and whip and coachman and guard, however, in combination, had read that article of war which forbade a purpose otherwise strongly in favour of the argument, that