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Have you seen ants making love before? They do better in mating but have better use for their pheromones and that makes them the wisest among animals. Organisms can communicate or mate with each other is through the use of pheromones. An organism develops and emits these hormonal chemicals in order to relay a message to another member of the same species. Ants and bees demonstrate two prominent examples of pheromone usage, which acknowledges their incredible capability to organize the behaviors of the whole colony. Called pheromones, they are biochemicals secreted from the body of an individual to impact the behavior of another individual receiving it. Ants produce numerous different pheromones, each with its own distinct purpose. Ants secrete pheromones  to signal danger to the colony, or to give directions about a location. Other pheromones act as deterrents keeping out unwanted ants from foreign colonies or preying insectivores. Still other pheromones communicate ants to cong

Uz was his city Pious to his deity, Precious was this imagery: His fear for his God could make you bore. A nature he never saw Yet held unto so hard. What faith he might have had, I feel he was bad. But it’s blissful knowing he was a good WIZARD: Described in the Bible to cause no hazard. A wealthy man with poetic wisdom waiting wonders in a wild world. Bathed in sarcastic sores, soaked in somatic smell. Just like a wizard had met the wrath of God. In fact, he was a wizard of Faith. Sacrificing always to his Lord, He never killed with a sword; His numerous servants gave their lives for free, He only needed to make a plea. Thus- blameless, Bountiful and plentiful So uprightly shunning evil This pissed the devil. And so hissed betrayal to his god. He lost everything but one dear God                             Couldn't he have cursed his creator, To divorce his wife was what he opted for. Friends couldn't understand him, The gods must be crazy it seem

Recalling the days in senior high, when youthful exuberance was so high. After the numerous inter school games, Achievers are exalted with numerous names Then ladies begin to chase fame, Guys look out for a pretty face Just to cut the story short, one entertainment night brought campus shock After the “End Time Movie night” Come see us in good spiritual heights Even angels were less holy: We served God with our hearts wholly Forging to please him only It continued but for a week, And spirituality became so weak. To the things of the world students became so meek Just like a teaser, we often keep Christ puzzled Wondering why he was bruised, remembering the tears he shed Pain builds heat in him like fever. Come see our people in church, Even without space they would perch Eager to give their substance, Dining with the Lord as if by chance. Not giving the body of Christ the essence At home, office and Markets, Christians are no different from others Malice, Corruption

Gazing far beyond the ocean a fateful moon I see. Even in this season where the waves are all over the sea. It seems to me like a trance but obviously it is divinely by chance Behold! A perfect creature moulded by the hands of a potter, An indeed splendid replica of his maker MAN is the name, given him for supernatural fame Literally; Made And Named. Selflessly he slept, his vows were kept And woman was the outcome of the operation An everlasting end to that lonely situation Man is honourably pervasive, powerful and prevalent He is highly gifted with a lot of talents He is of valour, the bearer of his maker’s armour. The chief among many servants but always at service to even infants Slavery it might seem in imagery but that is his own ministry. He is so industrious, his ideas very lustrous. This is the most honoured of all men: He walks not in the counsel of the ungodly But sits in the path of righteousness awaiting his glory His home is well managed, his childre

Youth meetings must not stop But the late night affairs must halt! Impounded words of snare Creating an environment of fear Dusting white with filth, Birthing non-existing guilt. The tune doesn’t suit my song That tone too high and wrong I must change the sermon My preaching can’t thrive without my notes I should have it projected on a screen What in churches these days have we not seen? Her skirt dampened my spirit I performed the miracles, let me handle the offering I preside so who decides The harvest is plenty Labourers are scanty Let’s recruit but with caution Choose those who can give big tithes Indeed the church is dying. Someone is seated here, my friend is there The deaconess didn’t clean my seat well She didn’t even dress well See the stain in my dress from the chair It’s the fault of that woman with the grey hair That guy is handsome His smile so awesome But he couldn’t sing the song during worship Most of the vo