"It was reported today that there'd been flooding in the northern part of the country at a village called kankia in Katsina state. Our reporter on the scene had this to say that the natural disaster caused great destruction to the houses around there and the poor victims are calling upon the government for aid. Thankfully, no life was lost while a few are currently into admission at the hospital."
"Moving on, the governor of Maiduguri state commissioned an orphanage which is said to be the best yet in the country. Gems orphanage as the name implies is said to be the largest and big enough to accommodate over 10,000 children. In it are both western and islamic schools and many other facilities which the kids couldn't be more happy about." Humaira's heart warmed at this piece of news. If only the government would continue to contribute more to humanity like this, then the country would definitely be a better place.
"With this, I say thanks for watching the midday News. I am Aisha Alee Malumfashi and on behalf of all of us at rising stars channel, see you next time." She simply signed off the live news with that usual stunning smile on her face. Like most days, she'd presented the news by heart instead of using a teleprompter which was a small TV like screen that anchors read from. She didn't just presents news but she'd also writes the scripts by herself. This was what earned her a permanent place at this broadcasting news channel called rising stars. Her intelligence, passion and dedication stood out in the company and she was one of the most favourite broadcast journalists in the eyes of the CEO.
Humaira could never forget the day she landed a job here few months back after her NYSC which was a year ago. She did her masters degree immediately after her first degree which was two years back.
She looked around and sighed contentedly at their newsroom which kind of became a daily guilty pleasure for her as time passed by. The place was a complete sight to behold. It had a large adjoining glass wall which gave a perfect view of the bustling city of Abuja. Each journalists had their personal news desk and all that it should contain. Different types of cameras and devices were literally everywhere. There was a huge wall shelf on one side filled to the brim with professional books. It wasn't just the environment that always comforted her but the smell of coffee wafting through every corner and the buzz of activity when they are all on a group mission to get work done efficiently.
This broadcasting agency might as well be called her home away from home for her heart was always bursting in satisfaction by doing the work she loves the most.
It came to her as a miracle when she graduated school as the best student in the department of journalism and communication with a first class degree. The gruesome days of having to study and rewrite an exam for a particular course has surely paid off. Time flew by so fast it felt like it all happened yesterday.
Such is life. We keep living, strategizing our future and building castles in the air sometimes without realising when time flies away right in front of our eyes. Indeed, time waits for no one and making good use of it is the best thing one can do.
Coming back to the present, Humaira cross checked her bag to see whether everything was in place as she'd just finished her last shift for the day. It was friday and thankfully she has the weekend all to herself.
She smoothened a crease on her wrapped round hijab which she paired with a mint green suit. She complimented the dressing with a matching blazer long enough it covered past her knees while she wore a loose slacks underneath.
Before she could take her leave, a fellow anchorperson informed her that the CEO needed to talk to her about something so she made her way to his office first.
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Adeel looked at his stunning wife who was looking idly at the mirror. From a distance, one could tell that the mirror wasn't really what her attention was centred on. Needless to say, she was staring into space. They'd just changed into their pyjamas and were getting reading for bed.
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RAYS OF HOPE✔
Spiritual"There's always light at the end of the tunnel, you just have to hold onto even the flimsiest rays of hope." _Aishatuh M Aisha Humaira, an ardent and sassy young lady aspires to become a journalist. She's a great humanitarian who believes that issue...
