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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

O boy, you never give me my bread o!" One of the almost sounding-like-chorus sentences an ex-corps member gets days and even weeks after P.O.P.  In a good mood one could simply return the favour by saying, "bros I no dey work for bakery Na." But then they begin to emphasize on the 'my bread' thing like they sent you to serve in a bakery far away in the East. Well, it is only normal that one buys bread for 'the homies' Na. Abi how them go take know say you travel or don come from travel ni? But for some reasons you can't afford not to let the warm rush of blood swirl through your grey matter when the bread-collectors storm your private quarters. Others be like, "you don finish so o" and no matter how innocent they sound, your mind begin to sink in the shallow depth of  'what does that mean!?  You begin to think there's more to whats been said. That's just the beginning o. Trust me, your personal person has a sledgehammer question

The classes we took, the inks on books, Was so we’d be good to go and serve. Preparing the pen for that which we read, Was so we’d be good to go and serve. The call was made that we must obey, Both fragile and strong we found our way. Fit and picked to the city of coal, To live in and serve and fulfill our goal. The drills, the whistle. The meals, the bugle. And though no day was simple, We served our fatherland and her people. Some days were rosy, others like thorns. We came, we saw, we served! But then we toiled through rain and sun. We came, we saw, we served.

I rammed into his privacy though he chose to stay in the quiet of our shared corner. It was a place where he chose from which to ponder or reflect on what he may have seen or rather something I may not have been able to fathom as at that moment. Whatever it was, was not of immediate concern to me as the pressure that had formed therein my bladder had almost driven urine down my lower chamber. So I cared less for as long as the elating relief derived from emptying my turgid bladder ensued. Done, I intuitively took a cursory look at the valley behind the corpers’ lodge. Though not unfamiliar with this sight a new inspiration dawned on me. The valley unlike most I’ve seen has no plain land or stream at the bottom. Rather, it is made up of a thick vegetation of mango, palm trees and a mixture of other trees cum shrubs and thickets of tall grasses. It was richly green with sleepy fine grasses at the walls of the steep hills_ the way all the grasses bowed in harmony to the winds was and st

Many a time life gifts or forces us to settle for what we’d rather call very unpleasant situations that elicit pity when we see people who happen to be in such. Situations we at best would only picture in dreams when we fall into trance. Such situations shouldn’t be real. Such situations are not logical and should have little or no affiliation with reality. If ever this unreal fiction plays out before us, we’d rather see it as a lie. I’ve heard, seen and been with people (mostly corps members) who life forced such situations on. They never wore the hard times with ease even if such times were trending like new fashion. The overwhelming nature of these uncontrollable times seemed to take its toll and wear them down with worry__ blinding them with a lie. What lie? The lie that these situations cannot be real, that these should only transpire in a nightmare, that these are not only illogical but also unfair. The lie that they are not meant for such situations_ that the bitter pills of th