I’m still the WordSmith*!

I just realized I haven’t really written anything on here since I got this device

its been work, work and more work that I forgot to live for myself

BUT instead, for my job and invariably my Ex-Boss.

Yea Ex,

It ended so soon I haven’t had time to even share the news.

it’s hard to say if it’s on account of many slights, or the deciding one two days to the new year.

That aside

Apparently,

I could be so much more and do equally as much.

There is the option of school in the US

and life happening there on

Or

I take on another desk job or field job,

that I would inevitably get tired of soon enough

 

Anyway,

I think the ideal thing to do is explore options and trying to make calculated decisions

whilst thinking outside the box

it’s imperative to do so

it’s easy to get constrained by limitations we set in our minds

or that which society subconsciously foist on us.

I’d try to write often

I hear I am pretty good at it

who knows I might even thrive on telling stories for a living

 

Let’s look on to this New Year with hopes and expectation

2018 is pregnant with a lot

 

A wise man intimated yesterday at the CrossOver Service,

that we would do ourselves a lot of good by being serious-minded in our walk with God

and watch things beyond our wildest imaginations as of today,

become the norm in our lives.

 

I went home with that!

Welcome to Our New Dawn

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I’m not wearing my Seat-belt!; I ain’t dying today

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On the 40 minutes drive to work today, I got talking with two doctor friends of mine, and you can be sure we talked about every and anything related to health and healthy living as time and traffic, or the lack of it would permit.

It has long been ascertained that Nigerians are more inclined to the fire brigade approach when it comes to our health; no ones wants to visit the Hospital unless it is absolutely necessary, and believe it’s only machines that need preventive maintenance. The normal allusion I have heard countless times from friends and foes alike, is that you can’t pay someone (Doctors/Lab Scientists/Radiologists) money to conduct a thorough search, and they wont find anything; they find it unlikely, comparable to looking for signs of cheating in a partner and finding none.

He intimated, after I had asked about prostate cancer, that it is a lot better if patients don’t start the process of diagnosing and treating it; this type of cancer has a slow growth rate, and most men would likely outlive it. Autopsy studies have shown that older men and even some young guys who have died of other causes also had prostate cancer that never caused them any trouble. Frankly, the message I garnered today about PC is clear to me, forget all about it and let it slide; it shouldn’t be my immediate concern. If you have the stomach for it and want to read further on PC, it causes, prevention (which they say isn’t clear cut) etc, click here

On a much lighter note, we got talking about seat belts and how I refuse to wear them at night on the drive home, as it is rather uncomfortable, especially when I have every conviction that I ain’t dying that day. He then went on to tell me about an accident he witnessed; it was during the drive home one night, from Irrua Specialist Teaching Hospital to Ekpoma in Edo State. Apparently, the car in front of him skidded off the road and collided with one of the street lights by the side, and was thrown into the bush. Since doctors are known to be selfless and as the de facto first responder on site, he stopped and joined others nearby in the rescue operation and made sure he was stable at the end of it all. On further discussions with the driver after the ordeal, it turned out that he normally was averse to wearing seat belts and only did so a few minutes before his crash, just after he stopped to buy bread.

Seat belts have been proven to save lives, and you don’t wear them just because the Road Safety officials would fine you for not doing so or cos the Lagos State Police are adamant and regardless of jurisdiction, have taken it upon themselves to enforce it thus making you hand out bribes or pay huge fines at the station. We wear them because its your safest bet at surviving an accident that would otherwise have taken your live.

Cheers

_WS_

The bitter truth about why you are unemployed

I came across this post on a BlackBerry Messenger Group that I am a part of, and it was very apt in explaining the mercurial nature of the employment scene, especially that of Nigeria. I am a living example of the truth(s) outlined herein, as I am working in a field that is totally unrelated with the course I studied at the university – and you know what: I’m loving every bit of it.

Reading through this would help you develop an open mind, and also aid you in recognizing loads of opportunities in disguise. It would also give you a head start towards developing employable skills outside your discipline and quit looking at your educational qualifications only. 

Cheers.
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Ps: it’s not such a rigorous process to drop comments on my blog. I’ve tried to really simplify it, so if anything written herein speaks to you and you want to drop an opinion…please feel free.

OPEN LETTER TO FRESH GRADUATES

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Photo Credit: http://www.google.com

Dear Applicant: Thank you for your letter inquiring about positions in our economics department. At this time, we have no openings. However, I will keep your letter on file should an appropriate job become available.

At least, that’s what I am required to tell you. But here’s what I’d really like to say to you – and to every recent economics graduate who sends me the same letter.

First, I know it’s lousy for bachelor of arts grads looking for a job “in their field.” Twenty years ago, it was lousy for me too. It’s almost always lousy. In a way, it’s kind of supposed to be – a small rite of passage to welcome you into the working world. It’s sort of like being froshed.

But if I may, I would like to offer some advice.

Don’t be too fixated on landing a job “in your field.” The truth is, you don’t yet have a field. In university, you majored in economics, but that may or may not be your eventual field of professional work. The world is full of possibilities; limiting your search to an economist job is a terribly narrow way to start out.

You chose to study economics, which doesn’t necessarily imply that you’ll be an economist. Rather, it implies you have an aptitude for problem solving. You’re probably good at analyzing data. You can see different sides of an argument. And I’ll bet you’re excellent at finding solutions to problems. These are essential skills required in hundreds of rewarding (and lucrative) fields of professional employment.

Your ultimate field may actually be in sales for a biotech firm. It may be analyzing crime statistics for the city police. It may even be a rock star (just ask Mick Jagger). The world is full of “fields.”

What you’re facing is a common problem: BA graduates confuse their major area of study with what they expect to be their eventual careers. It doesn’t matter if it’s a degree in history, film studies, sociology, or comparative feminist literature.

You’ve successfully navigated your way through a four-year degree. Congratulations! That is no small accomplishment. But now you’re embarking on a totally different program of learning – one that will last the rest of your life. It’s called “What am I here for?”

That may sound all spiritual and existential, but don’t let it throw you off. It just means that your challenge from here on is to find what you’re good at, and keep getting better and better at it.

An apology, by the way, on behalf of society. We are sorry if we led you to believe that attending university would land you a good job. That’s not actually true. A polytechnic college will do this – and the job opportunities available right now are fantastic. A good option for you might be to continue post-university studies at a polytechnic.

But your university education, at least at the bachelor of arts level, was never intended to land you a job. It was intended to make you a more complete thinker. It was intended to teach you how to absorb complex information and make reasoned arguments. It was, quite simply, intended to teach you how to learn. Those are skills that you’ll use in any field of work.

Open your mind to all sorts of job possibilities. Don’t be too proud to start out in the service industry, or where you might get your fingernails dirty. Talk to as many people as you can about their career paths. Go live overseas for a year or two. But never, ever, allow yourself to think you’ve wasted your time in university if you don’t land a job as an economist.

Meanwhile, be encouraged and stay positive. And yes, I will keep your letter on file. But my guess is that when a position in my economics group eventually opens up, you’ll no longer be available.

Freewill; good or bad?

freechoicesIt is not just enough to have freewill, you have to be held solely accountable for the Carte Blanche you have been given over your life and how it pans out.

Most times I sit and wonder what the world would have been like if we weren’t at liberty to do whatever we feel like.

Freedom from control or interference within the purview of the sovereignty of God hasn’t done man a lot of good if you ask me; though, we can’t deny the fact that we have learnt more from our mistakes, than we have within the four walls of any classroom in Ivory Towers.

In line with democracy, free will still exist as you are allowed to do what ever you like, as long as it doesn’t infringe on another person’s right. The power belongs to the people, and as a leader, you must be made to face the consequences of the choices you make on their behalf.

I heard a man on television today made a remarkable statement; he intimated that studies show that the best decision makers are death row inmates, while the worst are lottery winners. That set my mind to wondering why.

Why?

Why would a man who has just gained financial freedom, opening him to a whole new world of choices, a poorer decision maker than a man in captive bereft of any hope, save a good last meal? Could it be the superfluity or dearth of choices?

Let this be clear: both men are free to choose.

President-elect General Muhammadu Buhari

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Its still a huge shock here to me, and I can say to most Nigerians. For some of us, it is because the winds of change blew rather rapidly that it left us with unwavering steps, while to others, it just might be because they were totally unprepared for the unprecedented change that took their transformation by surprise.

Some Folks would be jittery now because of contracts in progress and consequently, outstanding payments. Others would be unsettled. Why? Cos they got carried away with power and position that they didn’t quite put their affairs in order. You know it’s hard to maintain a certain lifestyle you’ve cultivated once you leave power.

Oh! How I love my country Nigeria and my fellow Nigerians. Our complexities and our reactions to situations we find ourselves contribute in making us the unique Nation that we are.

There has never been a more alive Nigerian twitter community than the one we had on here today, March 31st 2015. It was fun reading through the opinions of many Nigerians from all over, those at home and their counterparts in diaspora; alot of folks had really enlightening things to say, not forgetting the totally hilarious memes that were making the rounds.

This uncertainty that was brought about by General Muhammadu Buhari’ victory today is kind of exhilarating, I wouldn’t even lie. It just might stimulate us enough to bring about that change that we so earnestly seek for Nigeria.

Long live the Federal Republic of Nigeria.

Assuaging the nagging pangs of hunger

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Photo Credit: Google.com

I had tried working on an Ad campaign I was preparing for the company, but I had this nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that’s called hunger; I had tried ignoring it when it first raised its ugly head around 10am simply because I couldn’t do anything about it at the time cos official lunch period wasn’t until 2 hours.

Anyways, now it is 12:05pm and I am not having any more of it. I grab my jacket off the back of my chair and head out, didn’t care enough to tell my colleagues in the same department with me that I was stepping out;  if they need me, they would call and I wouldn’t hesitate to tell them I went to take care of the stomach division.

Normally when I’m not shopping for anything heavy, I have lunch at Southern Fried Chicken (SFC); their chicken and chips, coupled with a milkshake always did the trick, but today, I needed some pounded yam and any soup that caught my fancy by the time I get to Jevinik Restaurant off Adetokunbo Ademola Crescent in Wuse 2.

I’m going to skip all the nitty gritty & get right down to action, sparing you all the annoying details of trying to park my car in a busy lot whilst hunger beckons. I had just rolled up my sleeves, and I hadn’t even taken more than two relatively big balls of my pounded yam, dipped in the healthy vegetable soup laden with many pieces of meat, when I heard a female voice asking if she could share my table with me. I won’t even lie to you, I would have been taken aback if I wasn’t so hungry and hadn’t gone far enough in assuaging the nagging pangs of hunger in my belly, so I just muttered that it was fine by me.

This is usually a guy’s move where we try to start up a conversation with a pretty lady who catches our fancy by any means possible, so you can imagine how clueless I must have been when I eventually looked up from the meal that had my rapt attention to find out that I had the most stunning lady I had seen all week seating next to me. Her smile was disarming and my usually outspoken/daring self couldn’t hold her gaze; she broke the awkward silence by initiating a fist bump (chop knuckle) with me as she introduced herself as Kate.

Once we got talking, it didn’t take long before my attention got shifted from the food to her completely; you know when you’re conversing with an interesting person and it seems she gives life to topics that normally wouldn’t interest you.  Hearing her talk about Gen. Buhari and how easy it is for Nigerians to forget all the atrocities and inadequacy of his government, helped shed some light and remove some scales that had almost obscured my vision from the light that Pres. Goodluck is to Nigeria. She said she wasn’t moved by the illusions of 21st century campaign strategies and preferred the devil that we all already knew: I couldn’t agree more.

I knew from that moment that I would like us to be very close friends or at least something way more than that; it is hard to find a lady these day with such a rare mixture of beauty and brains like Kate had, in fact making her acquaintance felt like fate but then again, this reality found me munching, I didn’t even have to make the first move.

Cheers

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Is it just me, or does it feel like there should be a sequel to this? If I can get 5 comments asking for more, I’d oblige else….

I want to be mistaken for JESUS

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Few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago .. They had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night’s dinner. In their rush, with tickets and briefcases, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of apples. Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in time for their nearly-missed boarding…

ALL BUT ONE!!! He paused, took a deep breath, got in touch with his feelings and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned.
He told his buddies to go on without him, waved good-bye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor.
He was glad he did.

The 16-year-old girl was totally blind! She was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her; no one stopping and no one to care for her plight.
The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them back on the table and helped organize her display. As he did this, he noticed that many of them had become battered and bruised; these he set aside in another basket.
When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl, “Here, please take this $40 for the damage we did. Are you okay?” She nodded through her tears. He continued on with, “I hope we didn’t spoil your day too badly.”
As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, “Mister….” He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes. She continued, “Are you Jesus?
He stopped in mid-stride …. and he wondered. He gently went back and said, “No, I am nothing like Jesus – He is good, kind, caring, loving, and would never have bumped into your display in the first place.
“The girl gently nodded: “I only asked because I prayed for Jesus to help me gather the apples. He sent you to help me, so you are like Him – only He knows who will do His will. Thank you for hearing His call, Mister.”
Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing about in his soul: “Are you Jesus?”

Do people mistake you for Jesus?
That’s our destiny, is it not? To be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell the difference as we live and interact with a world that is blind to His love, life and grace.
If we claim to know Him, we should live, walk and act as He would. Knowing Him is more than simply quoting scripture and going to church. It’s actually living the Word as life unfolds day to day.
You are the apple of His eye even though you, too, have been bruised by a fall. He stopped what He was doing and picked you and I up on a hill called Calvary and paid in full for our damaged fruit.

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I came across this on a friend’s Facebook page and thought to share, for i have more times than one, thought about being such a blessing to someone that i’d be answering a prayer of theirs. BUT I never get around to doing that. It’s either i’m in such a hurry or want to do my good deeds in a big way, and as such never get around to it. (Procrastination)

It’s the little things that matter.

You don’t have to always reserve those dead N10 or N20 notes for the beggars you pass by in traffic, I try and I can say i feel fulfilled knowing I have given them enough for at least one meal of the day and anything else they get is extra. There are a lot of people in need of a blessing from God and the earlier we see ourselves as agents of His transforming love, we’d find out that more people’s needs are being met.

Let’s be a blessing to someone today, and always. I want to be mistaken for Jesus. How about you?

Please share this, IF you feel led to do so.