My dear boy, I stumbled upon one of Rudyard Kipling’s poems, read by Sir Michael Caine, not one of those Hollywood actors I love but don’t know by name. John…
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My dear, I have thought of the perfect gift: it’s a mirror! Because sometimes you forget how stunning you are. I know the creation story, but I believe one…
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My son, You must understand that a “participatory trophy” is not a trophy. You’re there to win, to come out on top. Be number one. Others can be whatever they…
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The older you get, your relationship with America changes. But America will never cease to amaze you. Your relationship with America starts with chocolates and candy bars gleefully shared…
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My dear boy, I read the commentaries of my brother on religion, society, and a number of other subjects, and there is this mellowed pleasure marinating deep down my…
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My dear boy, Although I write these letters to you with the best of intentions, I do not deny the weight exerted on my pen by my emotions. As…
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My dear boy, “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances….” My mother, pious as she is,…
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My dear boy, I do not deny that I have struggled with finding the perfect nickname for myself. Oh, I think that I give the best nicknames, and I have…
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Following the momentum gathered from their feat-setting All Boys Conference on 16th May, 2025, in commemoration of the International Day of the Boy Child, boys from junior and senior secondary…
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Dear readers, Among the many struggles men face (yes, blessed men), is the fact that we often have to hold our ding-dong while we poop. It’s not the most glamorous…