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A few months ago, my level of dissatisfaction climbed to the high heavens, and I knew it was time to do something challenging, otherwise, I would get completely deflated. Many years ago, I had a plan to do something that would be a backbone to how I want to exit this world, and what I would like to leave behind as an inheritance to the next generation. I kept pushing the plan forward because I felt it was too expensive, and I thought it would be time consuming, and probably, the commitments it requires will make me earn less for now. Because of these excuses, I endured impediments, and stomached all the rubbish that I shouldn’t, where I shouldn’t, until one night, I reached the peak of frustration. Without giving a damn, and with so much anger in my mind, I reached out for the computer, and began to make…

Early this year, one professional gave me her dissertation to read through and make corrections, if need be. I don’t like reading dissertations because most of the ones I’ve read are riddled with grammatical nauseating errors, including some doctoral papers. To give her the benefits of a doubt, I picked it up to look at the first two pages. I usually do that in order to make a decision whether or not it’s worth reading. My God, it was worth the read. She wrote in such a flawless way that I advised her to go into lecturing. In spite of my praise for her work, she didn’t believe in herself. A fortnight ago, I saw her filling out a job application form, and I asked what role it was, and the position. According to her, it was one step above her current position, and so, I encouraged her to go…

A fortnight ago, my son went for a football trial and hurt himself – he sprained his ankle. The mum and I took him to A&E the next night as it was getting swollen. X-ray was done. Thank God, no bone was broken. The situation meant I had to adjust my schedules in order to drive him to school, as he was on double crutches. It wasn’t convenient, but I’m talking about my son. I have a habit, which I acquired from my late maternal nanny – I always admonish my children, especially when, sometimes, I have the time to drive them to school – they mostly go alone, especially my son, because his school is fifteen minutes walk from the house – my daughter’s is about an hour on foot, so she goes on the bus. This morning, as I took him to school, I spoke to him about…

10 AMAZING FACTS RELATED TO SUCCESSFUL PEOPLE When I write an article, I usually begin with a quote, a story, or a poem. Most often, I prefer using another person’s quote, so it can corroborate what I’m saying – to make an interesting read, you need a bit of other people. So, in doing this piece of content, I went online to search for a quote, but couldn’t find what would reflect exactly what I had in mind – I went from site to site, page to page, but still couldn’t find what would provide that energy to the readers, and as I did, something came out of my heart. My heart said to me, “I won’t hit the ground running, but I promise to put one foot down to test the grounds I’ll be walking, and then decide if it’s the place to run or not.” It made no…

We win to attitude; we fail to attitude. Recently, I’ve been looking back to see the many roads I walked – to see the decisions I made, and the actions I took. I beat myself several times because I can tell that the many junctions I failed on those roads were due to the wrong attitudes. I can now tell that there were answers all around me, to help me deal with the many things I called problems, but I just didn’t have the right attitude to appreciate the solutions that were readily available for me – I was naive, stupid, and carefree. I thought destiny was luck – I thought it was a positive eventuality, which comes with a high probability of occurrence. So rather than take possession of the answers around me, I was waiting for another solution with my name boldly written on it, but that answer…

15 Ways to Identify Idiots – 15 Things I’ve Seen Idiots Do Interestingly, according to Wikipedia, idiot was formerly a legal and psychiatric category of profound intellectual disability in which a person’s mental age is two years or less, and he or she cannot guard against common dangers. And more interestingly, this original profiling still holds for certain people, considering the way and manner they respond to issues of prime importance. If you want to know how people think, and how they respond to issues, be close to the social media. The coming of the social media and digital technology has exposed how people see things or how they perceive and react to stimuli. Sometimes, you’re agape as to how people see yellow and call it purple even if they don’t have colour blindness, and when you point them to the right direction, they’ll come up with some twisted logic…

The midwife said push – I pushed. And the midwife said push more – I pushed more. And the midwife said push far more – I pushed far more. And the midwife said push farther more – I pushed farther more. Nothing happened – no baby was born. And everyone in the labour room began to laugh, and they mocked. They said I was never pregnant, and that it was just a tumour within, but I know when I took in. I was ready to try again because I knew that within, there was a baby, and I wasn’t ready to kill my dream, my future, my only proof that I ever took in. So I tried, and I kept trying, and will keep trying. I wrote some lines. I spoke to the poet. I wanted to do a duet, but she said I was a mere sweat. I know…

I was once a student – I am still a student, and will ever be, because I learn always and from everything I see. In my opinion, everyone is a student because one way or the other, we all learn or are supposed to learn. Learning isn’t only confined to the classroom – life itself is a teacher – only babies don’t realise that, but unfortunately, some so called adults are actually babies. The way they make their decisions, and the way they take actions coupled with their reactions to stimuli is pathetically penultimate to jejune mentality. Without further ado, let me dive straight into what makes a bad student. 1. A bad student hates the teacher: you may not like the subject, but never hate the teacher even if there are multiple reasons to. I must be honest, some teachers don’t deserve being liked for so many different reasons,…