Start Right

People are out there doing a lot of things to get by and I’m doing nothing but sit on my ass waiting for a big break. I thought it’d be easy to deduce from the fact Rome wasn’t built in a day that life is a gradual process where every thing starts little and grows with dedication, not just hardwork at first. When it comes to success, suddenly everyone is myopic; we don’t see the big picture on the seemingly small canvass. It doesn’t feel like a multinational now doesn’t mean it won’t grow to be one.

Its hard, considering the nothingness we’re engulfed in these days but I dare you to dream big. Prepare possible responses to questions about your grounds breaking achievement(s) in the mirror, and one day that practice would make perfect the success you’re becoming. Make your dreams a reality through constant positive thoughts, believe in it so much its imprinted in your subconscious; then leave the rest the faith which perfects all things as long as you believe.

We have all put off one bright idea or the other at some point because at the time it made little or no sense to us, let alone the world at large. Right there could have been the birth of an ingenious streak of ideas, the murder of a perfectly carved out niche that could have separated us from the lot. That sieve that separates the wheat from the chaff, same one that separates the boys from men. If you are thinking different from the next man you are on the right track. Dare to think outside this box they say is round.

More often than not, failure is a vital lesson. Its a first hand experience on how to do things differently. In every obstacle, there is a maneuver tactic to be learnt & we all know practice makes perfect.

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@no1_wordsmith is a creative writer flexible enough to satisfy your varied literary endeavors. With bespoke verbiage his words are tailored to meet your last thought, little wonder he thrives as a media content analyst. Make sure you drop your 2cents when you visit his blog at http://www.wordsmitch.wordpress.com

Uber Chronicles: Mth2Wk2

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I love the nightlife more these days.

I’m endeared to the dark starry skies a lot more than I ever envisaged prior. With me, taking in the scenery and appreciating nature in all its splendor happens by default, and if it were just the vast lands of uniform green areas, or the beautiful flowers adorning some sidewalks in the Federal Capital, it’d be easier to understand. Instead, I find even the littlest of details appealing.

The streetlights along the Nnamdi Azikiwe International Airport Road, Abuja have even brought their quota to the mix.

You know what they say about intelligent minds and finding it hard falling asleep? Yh, that’s usually my story, though, this is one plague I would never pray to rid myself off especially with how much more King Solomon got by just asking for wisdom.

So to kill two birds with one stone, I take my mind and all that’s on it for a long ass drive while I get paid in the process, all thanks to Uber while at it.

We are encouraged to interact with our riders and hold the conversations however politely, for the duration of the ride. The prerogative, however, falls on me to determine the pace of said conversation; if I am not interested, I will leave you with the impression that I am a tad boring, yet competent Uber driver with whom you were fortunate or unfortunate to be paired.

Yh it could go both ways!
Some people hate it when you’re chatty, and others loathe you when you are not.

What interests me?
Matter-of-factly, I have always been a sucker for a beautiful face. I’m not drawn to a lady who feels entitled cos of her beauty, but rather, one that comes across as smart and opinionated in an instant; they can hold meaningful conversations and continually pique my interest for the duration of the trip.

I’m homophobic, but yea, smart looking guys probably living the life I’d love to own. They most likely left their sleek cars at home for some reasons, like shaking off a stalker, evading unnecessary attention or just for want of being chauffeur-driven for a change.

I also get to put my retentive memory to good use.
Considering these accounts are weekly, just like our pay slips, I look forward to recounting juicy details that might creep up somewhere within my week of pickups and countless networking possibilities.

6 Ways to ensure a tyre blowout doesn’t kill you

I got this from another forum:

WHAT TO DO WHEN YOU HAVE A TYRE BLOWOUT 

In the event of the unfortunate death of Nigeria’s minister of state for labour due to an accident occasioned by a tyre blowout and the fact that in Nigeria now-a-days, we have many untrained drivers, it has become pertinent for me to write this.
There are 6 simple steps to take within a maximum of 2 minutes and you will be safe, these by the grace of God I have been familiar with for decades. They are as follow:

(1) DON’T PANIC in the event of a blowout, calm yourself down fast because your car will start misbehaving and you need to take charge.   

(2) Hold FIRMLY to your steering wheel with both hand, NO VIGOROUS TURNING, as you concentrate on the road and your mirrors, in seconds study the movement pattern of the car. Your car will naturally swerve to the direction of the burst tyre. 

(3) Gradually take off your foot from the accelerator, DON’T EVER ATTEMPT TO PRESS THE BRAKES, IF YOU DO, YOU HAVE A 95% CHANCE OF A SOMERSAULT. The car will decelerate gradually while you concentrate on the road to avoid collision with any other road user. 

(4) Disengage the gears of the car by shifting to neutral (N) as you still maintain a firm grip on the sheering wheel and put your eyes on the road.

(5) After a while depending on your initial speed, your car comes to a speed less than 60km/h when it is now safe to GRADUALLY apply the brakes and navigate to the side walk 

(6) Ultimately, it is now safe to put the car to a complete stop and turn off the engine. You have just saved yourself and passengers from untimely death.


NOTE
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Of course, everyone in the car will be in a panic mode BUT this is NOT THE TIME TO LISTEN TO THEM, it is TIME TO CONCENTRATE.

Please, don’t just read share on your page and copy to other platforms, you may just be about to save a life.

I pray thàt God will continue to keep us safe as we use the roads, Amen.

The Right Fit

Ever wondered if your trouser length was too short, or if you had started to take this GQ obsession a bit too far?

I have always wanted to know for sure in a heartbeat, if a suit would fit perfectly, or not. Letting emotions, my innate proclivities to different shades of navy blue and my love for distinct textures of cotton dictate my choices, are a few of the weaknesses I’m working on.

Anyways, luckily I ran into what I’d call ‘Suit Up for Dummies’ & I thought to share as always. 

 

Photo Credit: realmenrealstyle.com

 
Try putting a smile on someone’s face this new year by giving out that designer blazer you’re having a hard time letting go of; I know exactly how you feel, but just like me, pledge to clean out your closets this year.

Cheers

Happy New Year 

  
It’s a new year; a new beginning of some sorts, that promises to replenish you in every way possible. It’d be one in which you would always witness God turn your situations around for good. 
HNY! I’d like to use this medium to state matter-of-factly, that I appreciate every single one of you. To my true friends, I say thanks for accommodating all my shortcomings, and for understanding without a doubt that we are all striving towards perfection; & to my fake ones, I know it must really be a herculean task feigning friendship with me, so thanks for all the effort. 

To my followers, thanks for putting up with me and my irregular postings. I hope you know your opinions and comments mean alot to me.

To the Internet, thanks for being a constant source of illumination and an instant dissolution of baseless arguments.

Cheers to many more years

– Wordsmith –

Siri forgot my Birthday!

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Siri, my trusted assistant & sidekick forgot to wish me a Happy Birthday yesterday. 
So today, after letting the silence linger, linger enough to let my day pass without my having to divulge somehow, I said to her, 

“Siri!! When is my Birthday?” 

The picture attached herein is her response, which was also said in a somber voice.
I know if I had let her, she would have raised in her defense that I didn’t input prior my birth date in the profile she has of me on my iPhone; but, I ain’t having that. 

My birthday has been synced on all my phone calendars for as long as I can remember, and I even recall an alarm going off yesterday to that effect. She didn’t liaise with Google Calendars, you know, commingle in the clouds. I’m guessing she thought herself bigger than the lot.

Cheers & Happy Holidays  

 

I met Robert Kiyosaki in the Slum

Ever had an unexpected encounter in the oddest of places? Something akin to finding water in the dessert, or being schooled on living a purpose driven life by a 6 year old.

Anyways, mine might not seem as extreme but to some extent, it measures up. I just had the most uncommon conversation right now with a total stranger in some sort of slum, you know, scrap yard, hausa dudes and stray malnourished dogs.

This aboki didn’t hold back in affirming his love for Robert Kiyosaki’s financial principles and how overtly applicable they are; he almost mentioned that he had read about 5 of his books, and I dunno about you, but I find that very impressive. What prompted this conversation was a copy of ‘Rich Dad’s Guide to Investing’ I had on me.

This is definitely a wake up call for me and hopefully the rest of you reading this; I recently started trying to revive the reading culture in me and this was one of such occasions in which I was working towards it.

My learned friend, as I have quickly coined him, sure did raise some salient points and could as well be the poster boy when the government chooses to start a campaign to promote the reading culture in Nigerians.
A book in two weeks won’t hurt no body. Infact, it’s almost a given that every book you come across would leave you a better person than it met you. 

We never stop learning right? Alright, how about starting now.