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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,…

What Success Is and What It Isn’t When people hear the word success, they fear, and I can understand why, because I have been in that position. My opinion of success was a complete aberration of what it actually is, because in my head, success meant being wealthy or making the best grades in the school. And because I neither had money nor made the best grades, I felt miserable due to my assumption that I was a failure. I also thought that because I wasn’t as talented as some of my mates, I wasn’t successful, therefore, I was afraid to talk about success. Even when I started talking about it, when I understood what it meant, I was first worried about what people would say. I felt they would look at my clothes and say, “cheap stuffs – he isn’t even successful.” Or look at how I jump on…

Some days ago, it was reported on the mainstream media that eight mountain climbers were missing in the Indian Himalayas. The eight climbers include four Brits, two Australians, one American, and one Indian. And a couple of days ago, it was sadly reported that five bodies have been found. The goal of the mountain climbers was to summit Nanda Devi; India’s second highest mountain. The cause of their misfortune was as a result of avalanche on the 25000 feet mountain. Climbing a mountain is a big risk – you need the right skills and characters to get to the peak, and while at the peak, you also need those attributes and qualities to stabilise your position at the top, and in spite of the skills and character, the unwanted do happen. On your way up, a lot of things happen – attractions and distractions – if you lose your focus, you can fall,…

This morning, I was reminiscing – thinking about my childhood – how I grew up, and the people that were around me. I thought of them and the results they combed out of life. As I pondered, I matched their outcomes side by side their successes, and only a few passed the test. I began to question their characters and the decisions and indecisions they made. I question characters when people don’t take advantage of the opportunities around them, and what people don’t see as opportunities, I do see. It was not an opportunity to be born poor, but to me, it triggers the anger not to remain poor – the trigger is an opportunity. It’s not an opportunity to grow up in an environment where there isn’t a provision of a basic, quality education, but to me, it instigates a hatred for ignorance – the hatred is an opportunity. It was…

I love music. When I’m in the car, I play music or listen to the radio. I also love to sing. I used to write my own songs. Some of the songs I sing at home or when I feel like, at work, were written by me. Although not recorded, but I reflect on the past when I sing those songs – I see the many roads I’ve walked when I sing. In spite of my love for music and singing, there’s a place to press the stop button, and a time to completely silent all symphonies, no matter how sonorous they may be. So, I don’t always sing. I don’t always play music. I don’t always dance. Sometimes, I mute. Sometimes, I shut all voices. Sometimes, I stop the music. Sometimes, I go quiet. The days of quiet are the days of reaching the deepest part of my soul.…