Ruyi's World of Books & Stories

  In 2020, Cristiano Ronaldo became  the first active team-sport athlete  to surpass $1 billion in career earnings.  He is the first person to surpass  500 million followers  across the major social media platforms.   As we anticipate the retirement of CR7 from the beautiful game that brought him fame and fortune, he will not only draw tears from many eyes; it will also be the end of sheer dominance from the man the universe blessed.   He fought many battles on the football field. Most of which he won. I believe Ronaldo must have at some point wondered how he made it this far. It is beyond class and talent to be at the peak of your powers for many years. I strongly believe that providence was at the root of everything. The gods, in their wisdom made Cristiano Ronaldo a champion. An assignment he had accomplished here on earth!   The star has given everything to football. He has won everything and may probably retire afte...

He secured the door. I followed him to the sitting room where he sank into his favourite seat. “You can make yourself comfortable,” he pointed at the sofa. Without a word, I placed my bag on the sofa and slowly settled down. My eyes travelled round the room. The atmosphere was refreshing. No foul smell, he was organized. Attracted to the books carefully arranged on the shelf. I got up and walked there. I picked one of them and flipped through the pages. It did not look bad. I glanced at him, our eyes met. I said, “I like books. I read a lot.” He nodded almost a million times, and noted, “It’s good to read. What can I offer you?” I placed the book back on the shelf and returned to my seat. I turned to him and our eyes met again. I understand why he is staring at me. He was expecting my response. I sighed deeply and answered, “I am not overly choosy. Give me what you have!” “What if I offer myself?” I chuckled, “That will be asking for too much. Do you have soft drink?” “Sure.”...

One morning, Obiefule woke up very sick and tired. He could not get on his feet. He called out to his wife and son. Ekwe was the first to get into the room. “Father, you called me. What is it?” “My son, you will go to the farm alone today.” He adjusted and coughed a bit. “Why?” Ekwe asked and walked quietly to the bedside. He held his hand. “Be strong, father. You know we still have much work to do on the farm.” Obiefule nodded slowly. He cleared his throat. He raised his head a bit, “You are right, my boy. I am feverish. I will need to get some medications to get back on my feet...” Obiageli entered the room. “Good morning, my love,” she greeted and went down on her knees. Obiefule placed his hand on her shoulder, he replied, “Good morning, darling. I have just instructed Ekwe to go to the farm.” “What about you? Are you not going with us?” she inquired with a broad grin. He shook his head. “I will not. I am very sick. My body aches everywhere. You will stay to give me...