Hey!! Look up and Move on..

Have you ever felt as though there was something eating you up, and you just don't know how to stop it. It feels as though it has complete control over your life. It dictates when you must feed and nourish it with exquisite nutrients. It controls your senses in such ways that even you can do nothing but to succumb to its will. You make resolutions now and commit it to God, you map and make plans and it wonders you how frail the human body is.

I actually feel like an enormous enemy of myself. This gigantic dark energy hovering around me seems to be in charge. I get nothing right anymore, everything around me seems to be vague. Should I just give in? Why the need to fight it? Comparing how low willed I am just makes me a baby in his sight. A baby yearning to gain possession when he hardly knows what he wants.

I no longer see as fun what I would anxiously wait on before; even if it's the little crumbs I get of it.
Friends are dwindling, day by day I become tattered and unhappy.

I wake up to this desires, sleep on them still I feel empty. Emptier every morn, hoodwinked into believing nothing more for me as sleep catches my eyes. Happiness has flown far above where I can touch. I find no joy in doing this things, yet I see my self on them; wanting more of what kills me softly.
As a mindless robot, so have I become; succumbing to my every desires.

The choir on Sunday sang "it's well with my soul", how sure are they? I think mine is sick.
The flesh the Preacher Man says is "enemy of the soul, and both seeks my attention", I recall He still said "less compared to the prowress of the soul".
As it stands now, I will say the body is winning on every count. The soul is all quiet, saying nothing I can hear and wanting nothing I know of.
Me doing, and giving all the pleasures to the body has by no chance weaken the Soul abi?

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LET ME HAVE IT FIRST

Here the wind blow, feel its power
The trees in obeisance must dance to its rhythm.
Being feared and respected, I can get used to it
Wearing Agbada and Prada will not bite me a bit
Let me have it first,
Then you will know if it won’t quench my thirst.

I know love is wicked
Being hurt a hundred times more won’t be different
Understanding love is same as clutching hands at the winds
I have being hurt enough to know it first hand
Let me have the real one first
And the memories from past I will forget.

Don't judge me by the way you see me, come closer, talk to me. After this, the conclusion you draw out still doesn't affect me. It just affects the way you see me, probably positive or negative.
Let me have that you think I know not how to handle, then you will know if it doesn't suit me.

You see life is all about opportunities, the open you are to them to a large extent tells a lot about you. You should be able to completely utilize every facet of it, none should be spilled let alone of wasted.

If possible, create chances for those under you. Test them with new challenges, help them explore into the depths of their mind. This rare chances are what this little ones need. In them, you have created and carved this image of a caring boss. One who would want the best for them.

Despite all odds brethren, break the rules of life and bring out nicer ones. Be the best in all you do. Say to yourself I do all I do for posterity sake, for tomorrow sake, for the sake of my loved ones. Remember whatever goes around will definitely come back around.

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THINKING LIKE A BOSS

  Staying at home is no fun again, I could remember times when I would wish nothing else than to stay at home watch TV till my eyes begin to ache; then, it was the ultimate of fun to me.

  Now its boredom to me, there is nothing I want more now than getting my self fixed, get a good job doing, and good pay. I think of nothing more than when the bucks will start rolling in, when I would be unable to tell exactly what’s on my bank account.
I am not trying to picture a greedy me here, I am just tired of living under pressure and fear(like seriously), I am tired of being fed by parents, they have indeed done well and I need to do my part, I don’t want to wait for them to get old before reaping and eating the fruit of their labor.

  Some may say c’mon boy stop rushing life. How do I become a billionaire before age 30 like Bill Gates if I don’t start having all these random thinking?

In as much as I want to have all these things, I also want to become a scholar further my studies in Germany the home of Automotive Technology, want to have my chain of companies, want to have peace and love, actualize my dream of being the owner of one of the largest automobile producing plant in the world. Be ranked among the richest, be called a philanthropist, a role model, and a hero. Chai, Chineke biko aka gi kam no kwa.

Wow all these dreams of mine sounds nice to the heart, even the trees wave in applause to the dreams of this young boy. If a small boy like me in his early twenties, a fresh graduate thinks like this what would people of older age still looking for a comfortable niche do. I would not want to be nicknamed applicants.

Entrepreneurship is way forward people, let's start thinking…….

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MY SOCIETY - OUR HAPPINESS

  In as much the people are involved, the society would always have an impact in the behavior, beliefs, and the general personality of the human person. The society possess the power to influence the individual it houses either positively or negatively and the manner and way in which it affects the youth determines how well a nation will achieve as regards development. One wonderful thing is that, just me, you and that other person makes up the society.
 
  In this article, I will make clear the influence of the society on the spiritual and intellectual development of youths.
Consider a society where injustice, immorality, tribalism, insecurity reign. Where it is much more easier to kill a human being to a fowl, where it is easier to hate than to love, where joy is derived seeing ones dream tarnished than to promote those ideas. Will you blame a boy in his 20’s doubting if really God exists, seeing the things happening around him, praying less and drifting more to the way of the world?

  Let's talk about morals which is the base of spiritual development. In our society today, the level of moral degradation shouldn’t baffle anyone because, the unit of the society that is the family which should take care of that is not doing a good job. Parents need to help their children understand that morality is necessary for development.
What message is passed when the hopes of innocent youths are dashed? When the rights of the people are trampled upon and the leaders of the society tell us “vote for me so that I will do that which is lacking”, or don’t they know that all is lacking, they say “it’s time to do more”, more of what I tell myself, is it more of trampling on my ambition? Or more of securing extra funds for their blood thirsty ventures. The youths have been abused and their esteem brought low how will you expect a youth living amidst these daily occurrence to be humanly developed?

  Talking about Intellectual development of the youths, what comes to mind is Education, as it is the foundation. The influence of the society to intellectually develop its youth lies majorly on how well its educational sector is handled. Planting orange seed will never yield you mango fruit, whatever goes inside should be what is expected to come outside. A society that houses so many dilapidated schools will only teach its youth how to become thugs, and become beggars not givers, it will only teach them how to cheat and get corrupt not to be generous and good ambassadors.

  I weep when I see my fellow youth hawking bottled water and beef roll, see some with bright ideas turn to street urchins, and prostitutes.
Much more than I have written has been said about the development of the youths in our society, but I know for sure that that in order for things to get right, much more than words has to be said, steps has to be taken, actions need to be carried out, and love needs to reign among the hearts of men.
Amenities needs to be put in place, the educational sector refurbished and our so-called leaders evaluate for themselves what it is they have done and what they have not done, and what prevents those things which are in places from reaching the grassroots?, why the people still demand for good governance?
  I want to believe that my leaders are the best in the world and that my fellow countrymen will once more heap praises on the leaders (not just a section of them but all), and glory will be given to God Almighty who had made them all possible.

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DISCOVERING MYSELF

  It’s never too late to know what you are good at, take a minute or two out of your busy schedules and think about that exactly which you are doing. Is it the right thing? Does it pay me? Is it worth my effort? What am I gaining from all this efforts? Thoughts like this provokes the mind and will into making positive spontaneous decisions, they make one pour out that hidden intellect which they have so far hidden under the disguise of being so busy.

  Pursuing Success at whatever speed it chooses to run is not really life at all, its us limiting ourself to a whole new world of possibility of being chased around, being whipped by success.
I have seen successful men, they are mostly driven by nicer fear such as "what becomes of all this big names I am being called by if I fail", "I want this to last for posterity sake, don't want to be a laughing stock".

  This type of fear provokes good thinking, wonderful planning, assertive choices and decisions in times of troubles. Everyone has His or Her own fear, fear is what drives us (positive fear) into becoming a success. If you say all fear is bad, then I disagree with you.
To me, fear of failure is a good thing. Learn a skill today, have that sound thinking that things are possible and together we shall shake hands at the top. See you there.....

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LIFE AS A CORPER 2

    Looking around the four corners of his room, what was he searching for? Why the panting? Why the nervousness? Ezemo just spoilt his plans, why should he approach his beloved Titi before him.

   Ezemo and Ebuka both served at the same school, and are good friends. It was during one of his gist with him that he told Eze of how pretty and attractive Titi was and excused the teasing made by Eze after He said his friend has fallen for a Yoruba girl. Seeing them together discussing, laughing made him feel betrayed. He wondered what they could be discussing that could be so funny, he even thought of going out of his classroom and punching Eze on the face, he pondered and hoped Eze wasn't disclosing what they had discussed about her.

   Once he heard the bell, he quickly dismissed the students and waved at them, he checked through the window again to see if he would see Eze and his Titi again. Where could they have gone now? He asked himself. On reaching his staff room, with his face red hot, his fist folded as though he were about to murder someone. He did not even respond to the greetings from the students and teachers around, he walked past his table and headed straight to the office Eze was.
He then heard a tiny voice calling his name behind him, and it sounded familiar. Who will this be now, angered that someone will disturb him from hammering Eze. He turned only to discover that it was Yetunde, a fellow Corp member in his department. Asking furiously, what is it again? The principal wants to see you, Yetunde replied. Chai!! he is being summoned by the principal.

   Thinking through, he wondered if he had done anything wrong. Was it about Bode? Not possible Bode deserved to be punished and he gave it to Bode hot.
The people he saw at the office shocked him, one sat on the principal's chair arranging some files, some were discussing with the principal. Why is Titi sitting on the chair? Nothing concerns him with that. He came to see the Principal. The principal at a distance sighted him, and introduced Titilayo to him, he was really busy so Ebuka wasn't really sure who He introduced to him.

   When he was done he summoned for Ebuka who was sitting beside the secretary gisting. After exchanging pleasantries, the principal said that Titi is his daughter and told him that he would like him to be her tutor. For some seconds, Ebuka remained speechless and out of reach as he struggled to fathom what was happening, “is this the works of fate? or am I being put to test?” these thoughts beset his innocent mind.

  Ebuka of all people was known for his ardent love for business and making smart negotiation, but that day was different as he declined to be the tutor of Titi and giving flimsy excuses of being inconsistent and always busy, he even offered to get someone qualified for Titi.
Saddened expression was written all over Titilayo and that of the Principal. What Ebuka didn't know was that Eze had agreed to be taking Titi in one of her course.
   Leaving  the principal’s office turned to be a hard  task as he was confused, this was the same jealous him some minutes ago, what had changed? Will his decision come against the relationship he intends building.     

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LIFE AS A CORPER

Titilayo! Titi!!, why isn’t she answering? Was that not the name she gave me?  Ebuka affirmed himself probably she isn’t in a good mood today, after all we both had wonderful gist yesterday.

It’s been three months since Ebuka became a serving corp member of Akinle. Knowing his way around the Yoruba village-city he was posted to is another missionary expedition. A village-city in the sense that, as capital of the state it looks completely like a village, old houses everywhere, old mentality, goats flocking every corner of the streets with their unending bleating even at night.

Every minute of the day, he thinks of how he would write down the seemingly unending drama happening around him, the way the people talk, how they greet  their elders, the over-pepperish food and the love the girls here show to him as a corper as though he were a god.

Titilayo  happens to be different, she is tall, elegant, brilliant than her peers, with the way she exhumes confidence. All these qualities made Ebuka want to know her as against his decision to steer off every girl that comes his way throughout his course of service.

He wasn’t ready to share his title allawee, he planned to be more careful as he already heard even from the folks around, he too knew that the decision he made before coming to Akinle would be impossible as he was longing to know her more.
He sees her around the school premises, what does she do? He wondered if she were one of those new student teachers posted to his schools. It’s been two weeks now since Titi came in to St. Marks.

For those weeks, Ebuka made plans, drew sketches, mapped out paths, constructed algorithms of what he was to say and how he was going to say it. He sees her virtually every minute of the day, first in his head, should I approach her now? He often asks himself or it be best to just close my eyes to the beauty standing before him.

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