Reinvention

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reinvention

Do you ever wonder about who you are? How you ended up where you are now? The world is constantly changing; reinvention is now the norm, and it can be intimidating for many of us. I mean, this is our first time here. How are we supposed to know what is right and what is not? This makes reinvention a highly advantageous choice for us. Embrace change! Change your life as much as you want to! Start all over, and this time do it a different way. And if things don’t go as planned again, don’t hesitate to start afresh once more. According to the Cambridge Dictionary, reinvention is the act of producing something new based on something that already exists or the new thing that is produced. This means starting afresh from wherever you stopped, but making do with the rest of your strength, and building something else with it. Reinventing yourself can seem exciting, but it’s also scary for many. It takes a lot of effort to change how you see yourself and how others see you. But it can also be empowering. Here are some possible reasons why it could be time for you to start reinventing yourself: 1. Existential crisis: An existential crisis is when we struggle with questions about the meaning and purpose of our lives. This uncertainty can hurt our lives if it persists or worsens. At times, what bothers us is feeling lost about our purpose in life. Everything might seem fine, but deep down, we feel like something is missing, like life lacks meaning. If we don’t address this feeling of discontent, it can lead to a big rethink of our lives. 2. Major career change: A lot of individuals desire to switch careers after spending a significant amount of time in the same job. Careers demand a considerable portion of our time and effort. After sticking with one career for an extended period of time, many of us start to crave something new and exciting, but the realization then sets in that it’s time to change some things. 3. Breaking bad habits: Reinventing yourself doesn’t come with a set plan or instructions. Sometimes, starting all over again after breaking some unusual habits that could be detrimental to either health, finances, or other lifestyles is also a way of reinvention. It’s important to view your reinvention as a journey of self-discovery. 4. The feeling of stagnation: This is a feeling everyone is familiar with. It’s like you’re not going anywhere. This lonely feeling might come from a boring relationship, a job that’s not exciting anymore, or just feeling uninspired in general. When this occurs, it brings with it a sense of curiosity about what else is out there to explore and experience, and so the desire for reinvention takes place. If you’re looking to shake things up but don’t know where to start, here are some steps to guide you in reinventing yourself. 1. Ask yourself what you want to change Take a moment to think about what’s missing in your life. Where or who do you want to be, and what good changes can you make? Everyone wants something they don’t have. But going after what’s missing is only worthwhile if you’ve thought deeply about what you want and why. Asking yourself what you want to change can not only guide your decision-making process but also help you make better decisions. 2. Set realistic goals Understanding why you want something helps you know what matters most to you. This helps you make better decisions and focus on what’s important to you. It makes you able to focus on the direction of your growth and fully direct your time and energy towards it. 3. Practice self-reflection Thinking about yourself is a key part of changing who you are. By taking care of yourself with things like writing in a journal and doing deep breathing exercises, you can figure out why you are where you are and what you should do next. 4. Get help when you need it If you need help, don’t hesitate to ask friends, family, or colleagues you trust. They might have advice or understand what you’re going through. Sometimes, it’s a good idea to talk to a professional. Don’t be afraid to reach out to a coach or therapist to help you figure things out. 5. Be with good people The people you spend time with can either make you feel better or make things harder. So make sure the people around you are nice, truthful, and want good things for you. They’ll help you make good choices and keep you feeling steady. 6. Celebrate your success Lastly, don’t forget to celebrate your successes. When you make big changes in your life, it’s important to acknowledge every step forward. Celebrating even small victories will make you feel more confident and good about yourself. Changing yourself helps you become better. This helps you have a healthier, happier life. In other words, you’re never too old to learn, and changing yourself reminds you of that. No matter how old you are or how stuck you feel, changing yourself can help you learn and try new things. READ ALSO: A Monument Of An Unbelievable Sacrifice

Make Money From Yahoo…

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Make Money From Yahoo

Making money from Yahoo and other sites is no longer news as long you have a website. Hold on a minute. Don’t overthink it yet.  But how can you spend so much to get a website, yet your story remains the same. No visibility, no sales and all the goodies that should come from having a website. If Mama Mercy who does not have a website, can make so much from just having an active social media presence, how much more you who took the initiative to get a website. Well, it’s not your fault, you have probably not done the needful on your site. Ever heard of Website Optimization? Oh! You haven’t? Ok, let’s break it down a bit. Website Optimization involves the use of expert strategies to get your website recognized by popular Search Engines. Oh! Another big word? Don’t overthink the word ‘Search Engine.’ They are simply platforms or sites people visit to search for information. Examples are Google, Yahoo, Bing and lots more. What optimizing your website does is to get your business to be seen when users go to these platforms to search for things related to what you do. So, let’s assume you sell fabrics and accessories in Abuja, Nigeria. If your site is well optimized, when people use these search engines to search about Fabric vendors, Accessories vendors in Abuja, depending on how they search it, your website should be seen by them. Here is the problem, not everyone’s an expert in Website Optimization. It only takes professionals who understand the importance of keywords and other strategies to handle this effectively. This is where TRW consult comes in. We have proven to be experts in website optimization. If you want your business to be seen when searched, contact us to give your website the visibility it deserves. Not only will we optimize your website, we will also handle your social media optimization too. That way, you can be seen on Facebook, IG, etc, without stress. READ ALSO: 5 Tips On How To Be The Best In What You Do Your site deserves to be seen on Yahoo and Google, too. No time to waste time. Contact us now to get your site on top search engines for maximum ROI.  

Matriculation Day

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Matriculation Day

Ade got up from the bed wearily. Today was his matriculation ceremony at the prestigious University of Westman. Yesterday had been pretty rough. The notorious elements of his hall wailed and screamed unsavory things at each other all through the night. The fact that it was Valentine didn’t help; there was heavy music and chaos right into the night. Decorum is to some people what peace is to the Taliban. It was despicable. But none of that mattered this morning as he was feeling rather motivated. He had gone from one hostel to the other with some of his friends, indicating his interest in receiving ‘item 7’ from prospective matriculants like himself. He wouldn’t be bringing any, but he would expect some. He looked around the room, surprised that his roommates were not around. He shrugged, picked up his towel, and headed to the bathroom. When he returned, he saw Ustaz, a friend of one of his roommates, unpacking his ironed matriculation gown. The latter looked surprised to see him. “Guy, the matriculation ceremony is 9 o’clock. Are you not going?” Ade glanced at his watch. 8:30 AM! He was surprised; he hurriedly picked on some casual clothes, grabbed his gown, and rushed out. Today is the cruise. He smiled to himself as he waved down a cab. Little did he know about what fate had in store for him. When he alighted from the taxi at the venue, a woman rushed over to his side and pinned a ribbon to his gown as she said some prayers. Ade was pleasantly surprised. He thought the school had arranged this special welcome for the matriculants. He was shocked when the woman asked him for money for “the blessing.” Owo adura, she said. He parted grudgingly with two hundred naira. But fate was just warming up. As Ade entered the compound, he saw a rather long queue of matriculants like himself waiting to enter the hall. He was impressed by the amount of energy these guys had put into looking impressive. The boys rolled around in their carefully pressed suits and sleek sneakers. The girls looked even more glamorous as they glided around in elaborate costumes and makeup. Bling, bling. Despite the news of impending strike action by the lecturers, none of the students seemed to care. Only some students, like him, looked unfashionable in their dresses. As Abraham Lincoln rightly said, you fit the craze if you reason too much. They all waited in line for two hours, with the line crawling slowly and the sun smiling rather unkindly. The heat was detestable. Then he heard people trooping out of the hall en masse; the ceremony was over. He felt dejected, but he was the one who woke up late. People dispersed to take pictures around the hall with their family, friends, new friends, and coursemates. He tried calling some people he knew but realized he knew no one. He was just a reserved guy who was lonely in this crowd. He looked around at the boys running around with the girls; even a day after Valentine, he was still oppressed. He knew he looked even more ridiculous in his matriculation gown. Ade decided to take a picture so as to have something to souvenir when he got home. To show his family. He approached a photographer, and after agreeing to the price and snapping the picture, the latter printed the photo. Ade then dipped his hand casually into his pockets to bring out his fees. Then fate struck a rather impressive blow. The void in his pockets was astonishing. He decided to see with his eyes because seeing is believing. He pulled out his pockets, and alas, nothing was in them. His last one thousand naira note! By then, he was already racing; his heart was racing, and beads of sweat lined his forehead. The photographer looked at him rather dubiously. Perhaps he was thinking of a way to deck this kid without being charged with assault. READ ALSO: Symptoms and Antidotes for giving up Just then, a random lady inviting him to her fellowship walked up to him and paid on his behalf. She had noticed his frantic actions and knew the poor guy had nothing in his pockets. Ade was extremely relieved. He made up his mind to pay her back in full and to keep going to her fellowship. The photographer handed her the picture and left. He was downcast and a little bit depressed but heavily relieved. The lady, whose name he later knew to be Sara, smiled. “Welcome to Westman,” she said cheerily. He smiled weakly and said: “Thanks”

Your Hairline Is Back With Just One Triple Restore Hair Cream

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HAIR CREAM REJUVENATE

Rejuvenating  Your Hairline With Just One Hair Cream… How do you intend to get the best Hair cream? For 5 years, my friend Tyla thought she had been suffering from alopecia because she continuously ranted and complained about the same poor results from the numerous creams she had used for hairline restoration and hair breakage. This gradually killed her confidence. A very social person could no longer get active until a wig or a scarf was used. Come to think of it, not every time you would like to use a wig, but this is something she always has to do. You can imagine the pain nobody else could see behind the fine face and beautiful smiles. I felt for her. But all these ended when I came across this Hair Wonder, Triple Restore Hair cream. The testimonies convinced me, and I was pushed to buy one. I gave it to my friend, who reluctantly collected it, thinking it would be one of the ineffective ones she had used. But after 1 week, the trial made her smile again and brought out the confidence that waned. Hair hair has grown longer and finer. Happily, she has said NO to the wigs and scarfs. Are you also like Tyla? Have you been looking for a one-stop solution to your hair breakage? Are you tired of repeating the same routine that never worked for years? Are you tired of hearing the sickening comments about your hair? You don’t need to go any further. The solution is right here. TRIPLE RESTORE HAIR CREAM WHY CHOOSE TRIPLE RESTORE? Triple Restore Hair Cream is meticulously formulated to restore and rejuvenate your hairline, providing a natural and effective way to reclaim your youthful appearance. TRIPLE RESTORE HAIR CREAM has been doing wonders for thousands of people with your challenge and more. Triple Restore Hair cream is a concoction of rich natural and herbal ingredients that help in, 1. Reviving the receding hairline, hair loss treatment, and catering for hairline rejuvenation, natural hair care, and follicle nourishment with key components such as biotin, keratin, and essential vitamins. 2. Triple Restore penetrates deep into the hair follicles, promoting hair growth and strengthening the roots from within by supplying your hair needs to your scalp, revealing soft, silky, and healthy-looking hair from within. 3. It strengthens the hair and gives it a long-lasting, shiny touch. Additionally, it relieves scalp itching and saves your hair from breakage. USAGE: 1. Apply generously to your scalp after washing with a mentholated shampoo. 2. Massage gently on your scalp with your fingers for optimal absorption 3. Use continuously for two weeks, and you will see the best-wanted results from Triple Restore Hair cream. Use daily for best results, preferably in the morning and evening. Revive your hairline confidently and embrace a renewed sense of self with Triple Restore Hair Cream. Unlock the secret to a fuller, healthier hairline today! ALSO READ: Wouldn’t You Like To Save Extra Money And Also Earn Like Me? TRIPLE RESTORE HAIR CREAM IS AVAILABLE IN ALL SUPERMARKETS. Avoid contact with eyes. One Triple Restore Hair cream, endless satisfaction…

Potiphar’s Perspective

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He struggled to find space among the crowd of smelly, sweaty peasants, all of whom had left their fields to petition the new governor. Potiphar’s case was no different from theirs. He was once a highly regarded personality throughout the kingdom of Egypt, but had been reduced to the lowest class in the Egyptian social strata. He sighed wearily as he bent and weaved through the crowd to avoid being detected by one of his former juniors and servants. If only he could get to see Joseph. He sighed wearily as memories of the past years rushed through his brain. Life was pretty decent for Potiphar in his early years. He was born into a middle-class Egyptian family—not entirely middle-class, but not upper-class either; say, upper-middle class. Growing up, he had enjoyed the little affluence that came with his father’s position as a government official. And, after his father, Potiphar Snr’s, death, the duty fell upon him as the oldest son to consolidate his father’s estate. He did the best any ordinary male in his position would do. He assumed his deceased father’s position in the Egyptian palace. With his average business knowledge and a little bit of luck, Potiphar was able to increase his father’s lands, slaves, and material wealth. He then tied the knot with Tika, the lady from the house of Ashthankhatuk, whom his late father had arranged for him to strengthen their family’s social status. This final decision would come back to haunt him. Potiphar shivered at this recollection. Among the many slaves he bought at the beginning of his wealth was a lanky lad who called his name Joseph. At first sight, the kid did not look cut out for fieldwork. But the slave merchant was a very persuasive fellow. “He’ll grow into it. Don’t they all?” Given that the lad was good-looking and not very expensive, he bought him with the thought of figuring out his purpose later. And from that moment on, the kid singled himself out from the rest of the slaves. For starters, he was not as depressed or morose-looking as the other slaves. Even when his future was uncertain in the slave merchant’s stall, he had that glint in his eyes and a confident chip on his shoulders. He was the most cheerful slave Potiphar had ever seen. The lad also had some natural people skills; leadership came easily to him. The lad, Joseph, excelled in everything and became Potiphar’s right-hand man. As a result of Joseph’s brilliance, Potiphar moved him away from fieldwork and put him in charge of the day-to-day affairs of his house. But in order to give him a proper Egyptian education and style, Potiphar enrolled him with the best mathematicians, astrologers, philosophers, and other teachers in various disciplines. Given how naturally talented Joseph is, his results were superb. Soon enough, he began to confound his Egyptian tutors with his wit. The numbers in Potiphar’s businesses, which Joseph managed, began skyrocketing. Potiphar’s net worth bloomed; he received promotions upon promotions and became more respectable in the royal court. A new problem soon arose for Potiphar in the form of his wife, Tike. Even before he married her, he had always heard stories of her hot flings with other men. But he dismissed the rumors as slanderous and baseless claims. He always thought to himself, Who wouldn’t be jealous of him for having such a beautiful wife? He adored her, and he made sure everyone knew. However, with successes in his businesses and responsibilities in the royal court, he grew less intimate with her. He had hoped she would understand. But Tika always stubbornly nagged him for more intimacy and affection. She had grown jealous of Joseph and frequently accused Potiphar of spending more time with his slave than his wife. Potiphar dismissed her words, but they stuck with him, which was why when he came back home later that day to find Joseph tied down and Tika accusing him (Joseph) of trying to rape her, he angrily ordered him to be put in one of the cruelest prisons in the country, the Pharaoh’s jail. Potiphar was jolted back into reality by the noise that greeted the arrival of the royal governor’s procession. He craned his neck to get a good view of the governor while praying silently under his breath to all the Egyptian gods that the governor would see him too. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he recalled how faithfully and diligently Joseph served him and how he didn’t trust him enough to believe his story when Tika accused him of attempting to rape her. Potiphar recalled all the misfortunes that befell him as soon as Joseph left the house: how his barns burned down, how he was disgraced in the royal court, how Tika left him, taking a significant portion of his wealth with her, and how he was reduced to a mere commoner. He couldn’t control himself anymore, and he broke into sobs, wailing Joseph’s name with the rest of the crowd. Just then, Joseph turned and looked in his direction. He smiled. Potiphar smiled. He knew his troubles were over.

Blood Ties

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Blood Ties

Perhaps a deeper understanding of the titular phrase will be achieved if its biological significance is examined, starting from the heart and the veins, the blood and its ties. The heart is an ever-throbbing turbine, a powerhouse of chaos of various emotions beating wildly to circle out the life juice, the blood, through a network of veins and arteries stretched out and intertwined. Intricately designed like a spider’s web. In that same vein, pun definitely intended, humans exist as part of a whole, a tiny thread as part of a yarn, a single living cell as part of a living organism, and we are drawn in towards the cesspool of throbbing society. As much as we all crave to be alone, no human is designed to exist in isolation. Just as a single drop of blood does not serve its purpose by being isolated but rather by being coordinated through the veins and arteries, so does the mapped-out path of life. In the early beginnings of civilization, the early man migrated across the world and settled wherever he pleased. He formed a community with people he shared blood with either by marriage or by birth. Soon, more individuals, including outsiders, joined him, and the small community began to expand. His descendants had the choice to stay or to migrate—to establish their own communities—and this way, like roots tapping out, civilization emerged. His blood is carried far and wide. This underscores the fact that since all men have been proven historically to have descended from one man, we are all connected. Though the link might prove stronger depending on our direct ancestors, It is thus not strange for people from a certain geographical location to be easily spotted wherever they go. This is because they carry sociocultural, psychological, and physical traits that scream where they come from in their blood. A very good instance is in the area of genetics. All humans have DNA,whicht makes us all so uniquely different and similar at the same time. We have inherited specific traits from our forebears that mark us out. Certain physical and psychological features, strengths and defects, gifts, or curses, as we sometimes choose to call them, And here, we see the cruel hand of fate. Children are made to bear the consequences of the decisions of their parents, as seen in the case of sickle cell anemia patients, or betteryetl, victims. When two people who are carriers of the illness come together, the children suffer for it. They live their lives knowing their life juice, their blood, is poisoned. There are certain things over which love does not triumph. As the blessings are shared, so are the curses. The ripple effects of the achievements and failures of our ancestors spill over into our heads. Innocent children are put under unnecessary pressure to live up to the standards set by their forefathers to prove that these gifts run in their blood and that they are not bastards. The bloodline we share confers on us impossible responsibilities to fulfill. Duties to our families, to our friends, to our neighbors, and to our society at large. Our blood ties tie us down like a goat is bound, with little space to roam and explore. So we spend every day of our finite lives, whether we like it or not, trying to live up to these duties because this is the lens through which society is programmed to see us. “Isn’t he the son of Prof….?” As we make our way through this dense maze, in this foggy haze, bearing unsolicited gifts of which we cannot voluntarily dispose, trying to figure out a pattern of which we did not choose to be a part, we realize that we are not alone, for as we are bound to the ones who have gone before, we are bound to the ones who come after. And we know we are walking on blood. The blood of those we have met and those we have not. The blood of those who have gone before and those who will inevitably come after us. Each drop has a different story. Maybe we are not really meant to understand it, but that is what life is: a puzzle, a question whose solution is constantly staring us in the face. Perhaps death, and only death, might one day do justice.

The Rejected Stone Became The Most Celebrated 

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The Rejected Stone Became The Most Celebrated

The rejected stone became the most celebrated. All thanks to the TRW Reputation Management services for the high and mighty in the society. The rejected stone, who would have thought that the rejected stone would eventually become the most celebrated? In just two weeks I became a shadow of myself. I was close to ending it all. In a split second, people forgot the good works I had been doing. They suddenly forgot how I single-handedly helped millions of children off the street. It was two weeks to the senatorial campaign. Like every other candidate,I woke up every day feeling giddy and hopeful. I looked forward to the campaign with so much confidence, knowing that I have been nothing but a blessing to most locals. Not that whatever I did was to get their loyalty, but then, it is only natural to think that the people you have helped will be supportive when you need them the most, but guess what? I thought wrong. A week into the campaign, I woke up to the shocker of my life, something that almost gave me a heart attack. My face was all over the media with heart-wrenching headlines. “Who did I offend?” was all I found the strength to mutter at every second. This was my past. An incident that happened when I was just a child. That particular incident is the inspiration for the charity work I do. No one was nice enough to think in that direction. For a minute, I had hoped that my PR team would handle the situation and it would die off in a matter of days but hell No, the more they tried, the messier the whole saga. My campaign was just 4 days away. How would an alleged sex worker show up confidently at the campaign? My only option was to quit the race and leave the country that was quick to bite the fingers that fed them. I had already started making plans to exit when my niece who interns with TRW Consult mentioned their Reputation Management services to me. I was reluctant to try them but my niece wouldn’t have it. Eventually, I reached out to them. Just in a few hours, my life came back on track. They did what my team couldn’t do in one week in less than 48 hours. All they did was to tell my truth in the most professional ways after I told them my story. I was never a sex worker but a young girl of 9 whose aunt turned into a hawker after the demise of her parents but eventually became a serial rape victim at age 11. This was the truth. Working with TRW was the best decision I made. The rejected stone became the most celebrated in a few hours. I didn’t only win the senatorial election, I also got Ambassadorial deals. Of course, after all that happened, I realized that politics wasn’t what I wanted. I left the victory to do what I loved doing most, humanitarian work. This time, I did it away from my home country. It’s been 4 years of working with TRW consults and their services have been nothing short of amazing and professional. They offer different services but Reputation management is one of their flagships and much sought-after services. They have an acclaimed reputation management bouquet for all categories of clients – public figures, multinationals, top executives, and public institutions, to position them in a favourable stead in public opinion and perception, as well as make them the subject of positive social discourse. If you fall in any of these categories, contact them right away to handle your public image using their time-tested method! With them, there’s no such thing as “bad publicity.” Don’t end it when you can get the best PR team to tell your truth and save the day. Visit their website to book a meeting. BV  

Give Your Clothes Presidential Treatment

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Give Your Clothes Presidential Treatment

Do you get your clothes badly washed from your Dry Cleaner? Are your clothes badly ironed, or worst still, there are stains on them? Why not bring your clothes to the professional? We at A Plus Dry Cleaner give your clothes presidential treatment. We make your clothes look better than when we met them. What is more? Our charges are pocket-friendly. We also do home service and deliveries. Click here for more info. READ ALSO: Become The Master In The Other Room

A Good Day

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A Good Day

Today just has to be a good day, Derick thought to himself as he left the room of his on-campus hostel. It was a cold Tuesday morning, and compared to other days, he felt pretty good. Today is one of those days when the sun just doesn’t seem eager to pop up from behind the clouds. The sky had a dark, moody feeling, and no big clouds existed. But it seemed like it would rain, as the breeze was uncomfortably chilling. It was the perfect weather to stay under the blanket. He did not meet a lot of people on the way. The birds on the tree on the way to his faculty seemed to have taken the hint. There was no loud chattering or singing today. He could hear the crushing of dry leaves under his feet as he walked through the boulevard. Sometimes, he wished he had that kind of luxury—to be free—like a bird. He was going through a difficult phase. One of those phases where you feel life raising you up, smacking you down, and trampling on you. The lectures kept getting more intense (and he was even on his way to another one). He was running out of his monthly allowance, and his dad had told him to hustle through the month’s remaining eighteen days. He was also having issues with admission officers, fellowship guys, and all the shit he had committed himself to. He felt sick. As he crossed the large parking lot of his faculty, he saw some bushy-tailed rodents scrambling around the area. The weather had become more intense, and he didn’t know which one to regret more: his decision to wear a checkered shirt on a black Chinos trouser or his decision to even go to his lecture at all. He had decided to obey his dad’s instruction to not wear black all the time like before. The gentlemanly look he had gone for had seen him choose the trousers that kept squeezing his groins. His poor balls!! But then he retained his cold, uninvolved persona even in this gentlemanly outfit. He wore a nose mask, even though it was no longer compulsory. With the massive flu epidemic subsiding, the mask became an accessory for completing his bad-boy look. He just didn’t have time for people trying to read his facial expressions. He looked around when he approached the October 22 Lecture Theater for signs of his coursemates. He saw some girls about 80 meters away from him; 20 meters from the hall, four of them were chattering excitedly. They seemed to be heading for the theater too. He didn’t know whether they were his coursemates because he barely knew any of them. He took in a really cold one and sighed tiredly. The terracotta bust in front of the hall looked darker than usual. He yawned slowly as he sauntered towards the hall. He had barely slept for days. He nearly fell as he stumbled on a tree root sticking out of the many nearby trees. He cursed. He was now crossing the pavement and about to enter the hall. His loud cursing must have attracted the girls, and they all stopped and looked at him. Fuck it, he thought, I’m not good at this. One of the ladies seemed to recognize him, though, Nonye. He was alarmed. She gasped, faced the girls, and pointed at him. “That’s the guy. That’s Derick,”  she said excitedly. The other three girls gave him a long stare and turned back to her, confused. Derick also took the moment to scan the girls. He froze. In the middle, a few feet from him, was Titi, the girl he had been chatting with anonymously; the other two girls he didn’t know, though. He had seen her during one of the orientations. Slender, light skin, sweet voice. She was like a ray of sunshine. She also had this refreshing appeal about her. He had investigated her and found out who she was. She was Titi Williams. He had gotten her number from the departmental group chat and had been talking to her for four months. She had been trying to find out who he was personally, but he had simply told her he was a coursemate and that he had gotten her number from the class group. Sometimes, he wondered if he wasn’t extremely lucky that she didn’t block him because of that. But she had been nice, though. Heat ran down his face. “Hi,” he waved shyly and glided into the safety of the hall. He could hear Nonye telling them how he was the popular “Derick, the shadow man” and how awesome his critiques and reviews of the student government have been. His cover was gone now. Felix could fish him out and roast him. He had sworn on different occasions to make life hell for whoever the dumbass was that kept poking at his administration. Press ethics could no longer protect him, and he felt Felix might finally get the chance to make good on his threats. It was his own doing. It’s just a slight letup. Despite his elaborate measures, the whole campus is about to learn. He could hear their collective gasps as he walked towards the far side of the hall so that he wouldn’t bump into those chatterers again. Titi felt a strange aura around the guy Nonye told them was Derick. She had seen him from afar when he kept pulling at his trousers. The look in his eyes was familiar. The energy and quiet way he interacted when he came closer were even more familiar. She turned and looked at him as he virtually ran into the hall. Just then, she saw the nasty old lady professor climb the podium. She scrambled hurriedly into the hall.

The Role Of Acceptance In National Development

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The Role Of Acceptance In National Development

Development is vital for any nation’s growth, and the most important people who have the greatest role in a nation’s development are the youths. Youths become dynamic in their actions and play distinct roles in the growth and development of any nation. They must possess the ability to make choices that align with the pursuit of educational goals and develop life skills, which are paramount for national and local leadership positions.   Indeed, youths are like the backbone of institutions and have the propensity and strength to change the dynamic for a new paradigm shift in society. Youths are the nation’s strength; their individual characteristics, energy, and capabilities support the body politic. They also form a sensitive age group that harbours dreams for necessary social changes. The development of Nations is fully dependent on the abilities of the youths. This power of the youths needs to be positively utilized across all sectors like health, education, technology, business, trade, banking, transportation, etc. and integrated with moral value education to spread love, peace and welfare throughout the nation. Ignoring youths’ maximum commitment and engagement in national development today will have dire consequences. To better understand how to move the youth’s future towards national growth and development, there must be a careful examination of the rationale for expanding the youth’s frontier for active participation in national development. If youths are greatly involved in national development, it clearly shows that their potential as change agents in mostly civil society is being highly recognized. Youths have a greater space in national development that they must consciously occupy, for national development does not only involve the implementation of political and economic policies and action programs that will improve the lives of the ordinary citizenry, but also must recognize the values and other aspects of the state that would act as a national catalyst to unite the people. Having an open mind of how we intend to contribute to the economic growth and development of the state is something that has been thought of overtime even before a popular administration took over. Our education is one of the important factors discussed by the old and young folks in our society. We have seen that education is a way to bring youths to the national theater. The primary role of education is positioning and providing youths with access to effective engagement in national development, which is also a way of incorporating them in the decision-making process of the nation’s government and nation-building activities where they are welcomed, with accurate and comprehensive information will empower them to make healthy decisions. However, the current prevailing circumstances in our country have extenuated the potential of youths as agents of social change and future leaders. We have understood that these problems range from economic, social and cultural activities. The sensitivity of the youths has been greatly challenged due to their entrapment into the treacherous circle of unemployment, poverty and illiteracy. Those who studied sociology referred to this as “attitude of fatalism, resignation and acceptance of the situation.” The persistence of these social problems has resulted in an environment where youths are now cheaply available for manipulation by self-seeking politicians who engage them to satisfy their wants, such as voter intimidation, unnecessary protest, election vandalism etc. Poverty, illiteracy, sexism and unemployment are interrelated circumstances that generate human needs and, therefore, constitute a state of deprivation. As the youth continue to remain in this state, there a pent-up emotions and untapped energies. They provide cheap labour to execute the design of political gladiators and ethnic champions. There is an urgent need to look into these situations and signal society to reconsider its decision on the participation of youths in nation-building. Youths are critical thinkers in society. They are the firebrand tools that paddle the wheel of a Nation to its great path of development. Youths must be highly engaged and incorporated into entire national development as a whole. We are aware that the essence of youth participation in national development is to promote ownership and sustainability of change of interventions, strengthen their abilities to meet their own subsistence needs and wants, prevent and reduce vulnerabilities to an economic, political and socially unstable environment, also to reduce illegal activities such as kidnapping, theft, online scam, oil vandalism etc. to help gain entry into target communities and build up trust and social capital.