Evolutionary Biology – a focus on CRISPR and HIV

I am so intrigued by the promises of CRISPR that I started to think. What are the correlations possible with Evolution, CRISPR and HIV.

We understand the various concepts as a fragment of conceptuses which have individual broad aspects but on a unification scale, there is a relationship.

My propositions are purely assumptive just as they are suggestive.

Firstly, if we think down the run road of evolution, evidential facts clearly support our lineage with primates; Neanderthals, Homo erectus and chimpanzees. I intend to make the erratic statement that we in as much as we have a relationship with chimpanzees, we also share a percent of that fragile genome of ours with African green monkeys.

African green monkeys bear a particular strain of the simian virus that is a relative of the HLTV- III.

Stay tuned for the continued hypothesis by Anyikwa Chukwuemeka.


Victims of Legitimate Loot by Chinonso Iroegbu

Rogued  Canvass- the amalgamation in one cage
Strangers are privileged to deny us our Land- our identity
Greedy kleptomaniacs, rulers who are outraged with insatiable appetite for naira wads
Our high chiefs are quiet and blind and conceited and deceitful

We seek Freedom – we help seeker
We’re blessed with resources
Legitimate burglars becomes our state-keeper
We now starve in our paradise.

Who will we run to for rescue
When sodom collapse?
Along the boulevards of misery we queue
Our goods sales out in auction price

We are abandoned while our wealth is  being exploited by high ranking thieves, who are mandated.
Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! We Cry Out
We can govern ourselves – well mannered touts!

We’re imposed upon
Our rights encroached on
Freedom! We shout like one who’s drowning
Yet they deaf and dumb over our plight and poignant
Heavy tears are falling
From our swollen eye bags and our souls indignant.

To Love You 💖 💘 💗 ❤ (an essay)

Our hearts have been made lonely. Our deeds are not revered. We try as much as we can yet all we do seem gruesome.
A story of love, a story of hate and the story of broken hearts loudly vibrate my ear drums. My friends and  I have sleepless nights for the ungrateful gestures shown. The kind-hearted beech of love we show thee.
Attention, real and true, time and resources do we sacrifice for these ingrates yet they desire the phony men.
I have been in love and so have you dear reader. Here my words, my agitation, my plight, my prayers, my plea that everything that I have held dear has been taken away.
I took you in heart, my angel, I bonded with thee, my everything I gave you. My life, I am willing to lay down for you. What more can I do but to love you.
I love you

Writer II Induction

This is to formally make known to the Community of People all over the world that Thought and Society have found Chinonso Iroegbu clear of all condition that is quintessential for induction into the Community of Thought and Society.

Chinonso Iroegbu is absorbed as a Writer II.

Chief Of Words and Chief Executive Writer.

– Anyikwa Chukwuemeka

Tales of a Teenage Girl by Favour Ugwumba

There was a girl
A teenage girl
She has all but changed
Her personality have changed
I should have known
How much she has grown
From tales to puberty
Being herself is just a duty
Life is what she makes it
There ain’t any need to fake it
The tears in her eyes
As she will realize
That life is not what it is
There are more to it
And as she recalls her minor mistakes
Which breaks her heart
She walks through the rain
In a bid to forget had pain.
She wants to leave familiar places
To meet new faces.
What can she do?
Where will she go?
It’s just another tale
Which she tells.

Thoughts of Love by Anyikwa Chukwuemeka

“Some are born saying once and no more of this compassion I keep.
Some grow and say I would bond to the rival of hate.
Some endure the flaw strength of the heart.
Some toss it away like the die which makes the nameless.
Some weep at its factual manner for they are misled by lust.
Some think of glee when they are not bent to make happiness.
Some want the grace but cannot see the skin deep.
Some are revered only by the pleasures of vanity.
Some are troubled by the events of the pitiful tale.
Some put up deceptive gestures to be kept in spirit by men.
Some in great sorrow sob for the contest loss in the disc of blues.
Some try to remember all, others to forget all.
Some are deceived by the veil of good looks.
Some would never fathom the connotation of respect.
Some think thoughts of the heart can follow a designated blueprint.
Some are in dire straits for the jealousy of the unknown.
Some are in a quiet state at the august ground of peace.
Some breathe their last saying- I love you.
Some cry in death for the rude nature of their dealings.
Some are never reminisced in the afterlife, others are forever loved.