GBEDU ON THE HIGHWAY

It was a Thursday morning. The sky was sad and the trees danced to the whistling tunes of the wind. People filed like ants to their hills as the bluish trumpets sang, “Buy your bible here”, “You wey wear green! I dey see you but you no dey see me!”

I was a fish out of water. I had just gained admission and it was my first time in that part of the town.

As other pedestrians, the drooling black sky had sent me taking under the eaves but soon, the sun started laughing as I strapped my bag like a baby to my back, dribbling past the defence lines of “Brother God go bless you!” that lined up the road.

The road was walled by yellow buses with red stripes while the conductors who hung like vultures waiting to feast on carcasses, busied themselves, shouting “Ringo. Ringo!” I was now in Benin. The ancient city of the Oba. Right in its heartbeat.
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10 PROVEN KEYS THAT’LL GUARANTEE YOUR FINANCIAL STABILITY

10 PROVEN KEYS THAT’LL GUARANTEE YOUR FINANCIAL STABILITY

I’m sure you need money? You also crave for financial stability, right?

Daily while you receive alert from your bank you realize that your money is slipping away like sand through your hands.

You even wonder, “why money no dey last for my hand set?”

Well, you’d better sit down cos in this post, I will share with you 10 (biblically) proven keys that’ll stabilize your for finance.

Oya, come along!
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HOW TO BE HAPPY AS A SINGLE

There is often this erroneous mindset that singleness is a curse; a big load to carry on the shoulder. This perhaps underscores the reason why so many young men and women rush into love relationships, even when such are abusive. However, the truth therein is that the period of singleness is one that should be cherished or rather maximise before marriage comes knocking on the door.

Here, I will give some ways you can maximise your singleness and thus be a happy person till the wedding bell rings:

#. BUILD YOUR CAREER

Being single provides you with ample time to dig deeper into your career choice. It is a time for you to take all the necessary steps needed to place you in an enviable position in your chosen field. As a single, you have all the time needed to take practical training and experience in any chosen endeavor.
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HEY, WAIT A MINUTE

Often, you keep moaning and crying for what you
think you don’t have but hardly take time enough
to sit back and reflect on the good sides of life.

You are so interested in looking at your mistakes
that you fail to see your successes. You focus on
our downtime, instead of your high-points. See,
once a child is crying; tears on his eyes, he can
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THE HILLS OF EMURE (MY CAMP STORY) PT.6

SAED LECTURES AND SNAKE ISLAND

Surrounded by trees which embraced themselves, and danced gloriously to the melodious tune of the wind, the Skills Acquisition and Entrepreneurship Development (SAED), lecture venue, embodied myriad of things.

To some, it was a sleeping venue with the NYSC face cap being a helpmate in that. It was to others a waste of time, listening to sugarcoated marketers and their starched clothes whose “gettos” cut as keen as knives sell their products. Ekiti Batch A 2015 camp wouldn’t be complete without reference to the snakes which terrorised corps members.
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THE HILLS OF EMURE (MY CAMP STORY) PT.5

MORNING MEDITATION AND DRILLS

By the time I woke up the following day, my body had adapted to the ritual of waking up at odd hours to prepare for the day. After the preparations, I headed for the parade ground. It was around 5am in the morning and it was time for the morning meditation after which we went for early morning Man’ O War drills.

But I, like most corps members, was still startled. I couldn’t envisage standing on a spot once it was 6 am or 6pm because “Nigeria just woke up”; or “Nigeria has slept”. I wondered if we had become “nocturnal” men who wake up before Nigeria and sleep even when Nigeria was already snoring away in sleep. Continue reading

THE HILLS OF EMURE (MY CAMP STORY) PT.4

REGISTRATIONS

Before I could close my eyes and embrace the night’s inviting arms, my room had become a market square. People moved in and out of the poorly-lit room, dragging their feet on the floor, like a police man dragging a thief at Asuani market. I thought I had overslept, woke up like someone being pursued in the dream as my hands reached to my towel and soap can on my wardrobe.

While I did this, my hands etched to my phone. I decided to check the time. It was 3.am. “Jesus!”, I said in my mind. My mouth was agape. Are we in any confraternity or witch gathering here? I asked myself. Continue reading

THE HILLS OF EMURE:( MY CAMP STORY)PT.3

Immediately we got to camp, the fierce looking security men, welcomed us to the 3 weeks of imprisonment in Emure’s camp.

I quickly took my bag from the bus, dashed to the gate. There were photographers, trying to make brisk business, littered across the gate. The ladies bags were intimidating. I wondered if I was coming for same camp with them. Some carried bags and boxes as large as Zuma rock, which made them look like the biblical Goliath standing beside David.
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THE HILLS OF EMURE -MY CAMP STORY PT.2

I was happy and anxious at same time. I have heard many stories, both good and bad ones, about the camping exercise. My plan was to maximise the once-in-a-life-time opportunity. Many thoughts ran through my mind as the bus meandered the road walled by tall and thick trees. After an hour on the road, our vehicle was now running as fast as a snail.
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THE HILLS OF EMURE (MY CAMP STORY) PT. 1

After receiving so much “as you go to camp/NYSC” advice from friends, and family members, the much awaited day finally came. It was the 5th of May, 2015. That day was the official opening of the three weeks Orientation Camp of the NYSC.

With the sun just opening its eyes for the day and my Echolacc box clutched to my left hand, I was set for the journey. It was a journey to the South-Western state of Ekiti, where I was posted to do my mandatory one year service to the Fatherland (Nigeria). I was tensed, my heart beating faster. This was my first time of travelling to the “Fountain of Knowledge”. Continue reading