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Found this in my archive and thought it wise to share. There's that guy who; 1. Tries to paint bad situations as being good 2. Tries to make you feel high/on top of the world when you are so down 3. Gives all he has when in fact he has very little or nothing 4. Invests his time in your academics, capacity building and future 5. Corrects your little mistakes without delay 6. Comes and say "am sorry" irrespective of who's wrong or right 7. Opens up like a book by letting you in on what he does 8. Though imperfect, reminds you daily of how much he needs you in his life and begs you to stay 9. Who has a valid plan for the future (wherein you are included) 10. Who runs to you when a storm is coming just to make sure you are safe_ 11. Tells you the truth even when the truth will not favour him That person is not an Angel, he has flaws and is liable to go wrong at any point. See him as a blessing, try to reciprocate and don't be too quick at getting angr

After taking a look at the labcoats and not knowing which inscription was meant for which, I asked, "how will I know which should carry macronac or macromox?" Oga Raphael simply answered saying, "e khey yeh-lhe-lhe ye-eynikpo ney." Now the owner of the lab coats Dr. Ahmed was like "ok" but you should have seen the look on my face as these two guys swept me off my feet while communicating in my mother tongue. They were not speaking any foreign language. They were simply speaking my (our) language yet I was finding myself lost in incommunicado. I couldn't even guess what's being said nor was there any hint with which I could grasp what they mean but at the risk of losing face I asked what he meant by 'yeh lhe-lhe'. That was when the Doctor told me that the tailor said he has made indications on the clothes using numbers to mark the clothes. Oboy! You should have seen how my lower jaw almost fell from my head. 'Orlhi or-khey yeh lhe-lhe ye

These are hard and suffocating times. I don't have good enough words to paint the picture of what lays in my mind but as I sit here scribbling wordings on white sheets, I begin to feel sorry for those of us who have learnt no skills. Yeah, some of us are just there after having invested the remains of our last federal allawee in printing, photocopying and posting of CVs and Application letters, we hope and pray unending for jobs to locate us in order to cater for personal and miscelanuous needs. When these jobs don't come as anticipated, we begin to feel like one whose #14,000,000 ticket was cut by just one match in sports betting. Then our parents' case come in like breezing winds during heavy rainfalls. "When are we going to see that girl's parents?" Mummy may ask. Just when you begin to wonder where in Hell's heat will you get to cater for your needs albeit a wife's, Daddy begin to see you as a loafer. He may not necessarily utter actual words. A