Kalgo

A street party brings together people who otherwise just walk past each other. Check early with the council whether you need permission, share out tasks like tables, music and activities for kids, and everyone brings so…

A wobbly chair, a toaster that's given up, trousers with a hole: plenty can be saved with a little skill. At a repair meetup people bring their broken things and work out a fix together with handy neighbours. Can you re…

Strong, unique passwords and two-factor login protect your accounts better than anything else. Before you post, ask yourself if you'd still be fine with it in five years, and never share addresses or locations with stra…

Helping out, for example coaching kids' sports, at an animal shelter or at local events, brings new friendships and looks great on your CV. Often just a few hours a month are enough. Simply ask clubs and organisations i…

Festivals, customs and small rituals connect people across decades. Which tradition in Kalgo means the most to you, and do you take part yourself? Tell us about it in the comments!

So many nice things happen that never make the papers: a lost wallet returned, a new shop opening, a lovely celebration. What good news from Kalgo would you like to share this week? We look forward to your posts!

A sunrise over the rooftops, a front garden in bloom or a funny sign: home is full of great pictures. Show us your best photo of the week from Kalgo and tell us briefly where you took it!

Kalgo is a town and Local Government Area (LGA) in Kebbi State, Nigeria. It was created in 1996 out of the Bunza LGA. It has an area of 1,173 km2 and a population of 85,403 at the 2006 census. The postal code of the are…

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Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out…

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I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that…

OUT of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeon…

I HAVE a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my be…

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