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A Week of Efforts

It had been a cluttered week, filled with long days and late nights. My schedule was packed, with a waiting test that required daily reading and meticulous note-taking. On top of that, I had volunteered to prepare projection notes for our Sunday church service, a task that demanded precision and creativity.

As the days went by, the workload began to take its toll on me. My eyes grew weary from staring at screens, and my mind felt foggy from the constant influx of information. There were moments when I felt like throwing in the towel, wondering if all the hard work was worth it.

But I pushed on, greatly fueled by my determination to excel in both my studies and my service to the church. I spent hours each day flipping through my books, taking detailed notes, and crafting engaging visuals for the projection. It wasn't easy, but I knew that every effort I made was an investment in my future.

Finally, Sunday arrived, and it was time to put my projection notes to the test. As I set up the equipment and began the presentation, I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. Would my hard work pay off? Would the congregation appreciate the effort I had put in?

Immediately the service came to a close, something amazing happened. People began to approach me, smiling and nodding in appreciation. They praised the clarity and beauty of the projection, and thanked me for my dedication. It was a moment of pure joy, knowing that my daily discipline and efforts had paid off in such a tangible way.

All the late nights and early mornings seemed worth it. I realized that the true reward wasn't just the affirmation of others, but the knowledge that I had given my best effort. I had shown up every day, put in the work, and trusted that it would make a difference. And it did.

I packed up my things and headed home, accomplished. It had been a busy week, but it had also been a week of growth and learning.
. . .with daily discipline and effort, even the smallest tasks could become something truly special.

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The interview

I was running to my job interview when I had the feeling I should have remembered something. I forgot about it and concentrated on being at the interview on time. On my way I felt something falling off me but I never paid attention to it, but when I arrived the company's office I discovered my CV was missing. I was clothed with fear as I searched through my bag in panic, but my CV was as good as gone. So this time I had to board a bike back home so see if I left it there I did but found nothing it was like my village people were having a group meeting for me that day, I headed back to the interview to see what comes out of it but to be honest I lost hopes already.
I felt guilty for being so carefree and realised that I would have to go into the interview without the important paper. I told my interviewers what the unforseen happenstance that ensued and expressed my sincere apology.
I was shocked that even as my CV was missing my interviewers still wanted going on with the interview. In order to compensate for the absence of a résumé, I tried so hard to tell them about my abilities and also my expertise vocally. I was shocked ,the interviewers commended my confidence and communication skills and how much they liked my ability to adjust to the circumstances. Upon concluding the interview, Later that day, to my surprise, I got a call offering me the position. It gave me important insight into how to be flexible and quick to react in difficult circumstances.

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Free At Last

Free At Last
There is this woman that lives in the same compound with me, it's a yard with about 30 tenants. Amongst which this woman was the first to communicate with me when I rented the place newly. She's married with two kids. She called me her son and always showed some level of care and concern towards.

But then I noticed some strange behaviors from her towards her husband and children, she always disrespects the husband, rains curses both on the husband and children. Publicly she has wished that a car will knock down the husband and lightning will strike down the kids. Clearly she hates them with passion. A breed of human being I have never seen before.

Everybody in the yard tries as much as possible to stay away from the woman to avoid problems. But then I thought to myself one day; how come this woman is this good to me and very cruel to the husband and kids to the extent that she will carry her pot of soup to her friend's house to hide it, so that the husband won't eat from it, when it is said that charity begins at home. I started getting answers.

The woman starting borrowing money from me and won't return it, borrows almost everything from me on a daily basis, keeps my electric cooker in her house and won't return till I ask for it. And at times when there is power supply and I want to use my electric cooker to save my gas, she will refuse to give it to me and will say she is using it. Something that belongs solely to me, I had never seen such in my life. I remember knocking on her door very early one morning to wake her and get my cooker to boil water for bathing since there was power supply and prepare for my lectures by 8:00 that morning. She lied she was using it, someone I just woke from sleep. I didn't want to disrespect her, so I left quietly although feeling very bad.

Until one morning when she was preparing to go to market, I got my cooker from her because I had intentions of cooking beans that morning if power was supplied and I told her this. But then the electricity didn't show up and I got news about an emergency class, so I hurriedly prepared to leave for the class. And while I was about locking my door, this woman started a quarrel with me and asked me why I took the electric cooker from her when I didn't have intentions of using it. She said I have a bad character and didn't want her to use the electric cooker again, that's why I'm locking it inside my house. The quarrel didn't stop her from taking the electric cooker back to her house, I was pained, something that belongs to me.

When I returned from school, I saw my electric cooker in front of my door, my neighbors told me that she dropped it there after I left for school and she said she'll never borrow it from me again. Deep down I was kind of happy if she won't even borrow anything again from me, she has done enough, I've never seen this level of borrowing before. Greeted her that evening and she snubbed me. In my mind, I felt free. The next day, she tried to get things back to the way it was, but I refused, knowing what I suffered and was just starting to enjoy a life where no one is trying to use my head.

Since that day I had peace and felt free, this woman got this close to me with intentions to suck me dry and use my head to her own interest and I had break free now. The trust and respect I had for her was diminished, till date, the highest form of communication between us is just greetings. I would never again let a strange get this deep in my life so that this experience won't repeat itself.

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Adapting to Noise

Adapting to Noise
After classes were over on Monday, I made an unusual decision. I decided to stay back at school and spend some time reading in the classroom. It's been a while since I read in a school environment. Normally, I preferred to read at home or go to the library, but today I felt a strong urge to try something different.

As I started to read, the noise from different students in the classroom was distracting. They were engaged in various conversations, and it was a bit troubling. At first, their appearance it hard to focus, and I found myself tempted to leave. It was strange because I had always been able to concentrate in the midst of some noise, but today was different.

I felt an inner battle within me, a push to go home and a pull to stay and finish the reading. I knew that if I left, I probably wouldn't resume my reading when I got home. So, I fought against the urge to leave, determined to stay committed to my decision to read at school.

As time went by, something shifted inside me. I found myself adapting to the surrounding noise. It was like a light switch and suddenly, the conversations around me became background noise. The more I read, the more I seemed to tune out the distractions.

By the time I left the classroom and headed home, I realized that I had achieved something. I'd managed to focus despite all the distractions

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My perspective

I've been avoiding my WhatsApp status updates for a while now. The constant stream of videos, pictures, and captions from my friends had become a source of anxiety for me. It seemed like most of them were posting things that I found uninteresting or even emotionally triggering for no good reason. It just didn't feel like a healthy use of my time to engage with their content.

Tonight, however, I made the decision to confront my fear and take a look at their statuses. It was a daunting prospect, to say the least. I had been so focused on my own principles about what I wanted to share that I hadn't given much thought to the kinds of content my friends were sharing. But I felt that if they were viewing my statuses, I could at least reciprocate the gesture.

As I scrolled through their updates, I was confronted with a mix of contrasting things. Some were impactful and meaningful, reflecting values and insights that I could appreciate. Others, however, seemed to be posting just for the sake of posting, without adding any real value to the conversation.

It was a moment of realization for me. I realized that while I had been hesitant to engage with their content, I could also use this opportunity to be a force for positive change. I could set an example by posting content that was aligned with my values and principles, rather than simply following the crowd.

Oya make una take note, stop posting uninteresting things on your status make I no go carry you lock for kirikiri.

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Fried rice but not green

Fried rice but not green
On that fateful Easter Sunday, I found myself stranded at school due to unyielding exams and the impending festive season. Deciding not to waste time and energy on trekking back home, I embraced the idea of celebrating my Easter festivities right within the school grounds. My chosen lodging was located in the outskirts, a little away from the hustle and bustle of the main campus.

Rather than bemoan my situation, I took charge of my fate and decided to whip up a celebratory meal. Fried rice was on the menu, and after procuring the necessary condiments, I got to work. To my dismay, the resulting rice wasn't the vibrant green I had anticipated; evidently, my culinary skills did not extend to color coordination. However, upon tasting my creation, I was pleasantly surprised! The dish was a triumph, and I couldn't help but be proud of my accomplishment. With the addition of some garnished chicken, my Easter feast was complete.

Later, a friend from the same school paid me a visit, and together we enjoyed the impromptu Easter celebration, feasting on the unexpectedly green-less but delicious fried rice. It was a delightful and unexpected turn of events, turning a potential underwhelming Easter into a delightful mini adventure. It just goes to show that sometimes, the best experiences come when you least expect them.

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Life lessons

As a small child , I was very selfish, always grabbing the best for myself.
Slowly, everyone left me and I had no friends. I didn’t think it was my fault and I criticized others. But my father gave me 3 sentences to help me in life. One day, my father cooked 2 bowls of noodles and put them on the table. One had an egg on top while the other bowl had none on top.
Then he asked me to choose a bowl of noodles. Because eggs were hard to come by those days, I chose the bowl with egg! I was congratulating myself on my wise choice/decision and decided to wallop the egg . To my surprise, I saw that my father's bowl of noodles had two eggs at the bottom beneath the noodles!
With much regret, I scolded myself for being too hasty in my decision. My father smiled and taught me to remember that what your eyes see may not be true. He added that, If you make a habit of taking advantage of people, you will end up losing.
The next day, my father again cooked 2 bowls of noodles: one bowl with an egg on top and the other bowl with no egg on top. Again, he asked to choose the bowl I wanted. This time, I felt smarter so I chose the bowl without any egg on top.
Hmmm to my surprise, there was not even a single egg at the bottom of the bowl! Again, my father smiled and said to me, My child, you must not always rely on experiences because sometimes, life can cheat you or play tricks on you. Never be too annoyed or sad, with situations, just treat experience as learning a lesson that cannot be gotten from any textbooks.
The third day, my father again cooked 2 bowls of noodles, one bowl with an egg on top and the other with no egg on top. He asked me to choose the bowl I wanted. But this time, I told my father, Dad, you choose first. You are the head of the family and you contribute the most to the family.
My father was very happy and he chose for me.
He chose the bowl with one egg on top. But as I ate my bowl of noodles, to my surprise, there were two eggs at the bottom of the bowl.
My father smiled at me with love in his eyes. He said, my child, you must remember that when you think for the good of others, good things will always naturally happen to you.
I always remember these 3 sentences of my father.
As we continue on the remaining journey of 2024, think for the good of others. Don't be selfish, Put others first and your joy will be completed. Don't run after post, position, wealth, fame etc and bruise others to get it.
God Bless you as you wish others well.

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The Playlist

The Playlist
Today, I found myself in a state of restlessness, lying in my room with an unexplainable need for a song to lift my spirits. I went through my carefully curated playlist, but none of the songs seemed to have the power to switch my mood. It was frustrating; usually, my playlist had a song for every emotion, but today was different.

In a moment of spontaneous inspiration, I opened TikTok and began scrolling through the videos just trying to get something that would resonate with me. And then, there it was—a video featuring a song by Celine Dion. Intrigued, I delved into the video, but I couldn't find the name of that particular song. Determined to identify it, I spent almost half an hour searching until, finally, I found it.

I played the song, and as the beautiful melody filled the room, I felt the heavy weight on my shoulders gradually lift. It was exactly what I needed; its soothing rhythm became the soundtrack to my day, playing in the background as I went about my tasks. Even at night, it remained on the play, becoming my newfound favorite song.

Guess what?, the music is still on even as I write this.
The name of the song is "I Love You" by C-line Dio*.
Good night fam.

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Art of Repair

Art of Repair
Today my MP3 player started malfunctioning. It was as though it suddenly became louder and then it kept tripping off. I suspected it was the battery causing these issues. In a rush of desperation, I decided to try an unconventional fix. I remembered a spare battery from another MP3 player I had lying around. I decided to attach it to my current one in hopes of restoring its functionality.

To my surprise, after connecting the spare battery, my MP3 player not only started working again but it sounded even better. The only downside was its appearance. The spare battery was attached from the outside, with the wire neatly inserted inside, but people often looked at it and assumed it had been damaged or altered. Regardless of its unconventional look, it continued to work just fine, playing my favorite tunes and keeping me entertained.

Sure, the battery's longevity might not follow the standard, but I'm just happy that it's functioning. I learned to embrace its unique appearance, and most importantly, it's still doing its job. After all, it's all about the music, not just the look.

So instead of wasting transport money and other expenses to go have it fixed, I could use that money for something more important.
My steez still remains 100%.

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THE STRUGGLE

THE STRUGGLE
Sitting alone under the guava tree I was deep in thoughts and lost from things happening around me. Like how could my parents die the same day leaving me behind to face my wicked uncles alone. As I kept thinking, my eyes were hurting and filled with tears.
"You will die the way they died" those word kept reverberating on my mind as that was what my uncle said when I was informed of their death.
Severally, I tried committing suicide but I ended up being saved by someone I didn't thought of knowing.
The pains was real and I was falling deeply into depression which almost took my life but God was by my side. After their funeral,my uncles shared my dad's properties among themselves and I was forced to vacate the house I grew up with my parents.

I toiled day and night in the street and I slept under the bridge for the very first time in my life.
God so kind,I managed to save up and I headed to the city,well some people may say for vacation but I went there to hustle and God helped me.
I was employed as a bus conductor and I was paid daily which I used to survive.
A day of recogning came when my dad's lawyer and friend saw me as he was about boarding the vehicle I conducted. After giving him all the explanations,we moved to my home town where my uncles were.
The will was read out which was also carried out the same day and I returned to my dad's house again and everything came back to place except that my parents were no more.
I learnt to adapt to any situation I found myself and today am a qualified medical doctor but I still forgave my uncles.

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No to fairly Used

No to fairly Used
buying used electronic devices. I prefer the reliability and assurance that comes with brand-new products, knowing they have the full capacity and will last for a long time. However, fate had other plans for me when my power bank suddenly stopped working. It was an emergency, and I had no choice but to find a replacement immediately. I couldn't afford a new one, so I reluctantly settled for a fairly used power bank.

Despite my initial reservations, I found a reasonably priced used power bank. After scrutinizing it for any visible damage, I took the plunge and purchased it. It was a relief to have a power bank in hand again. However, my relief was short-lived.

After just a day of use, it became evident that the power bank's battery capacity had significantly diminished. It struggled to hold a charge and would deplete far too quickly. I couldn't help but feel disappointed. My initial reluctance toward used gadgets felt vindicated. I regretted my decision and wished I had found another solution.

Nevertheless, I had no other choice but to continue using the power bank. Despite its reduced capacity, it still served the basic purpose of charging my devices in times of need. While it wasn't ideal, it was still functional, and for now, that's what mattered the most. I learned a valuable lesson about the risks associated with buying used electronic devices and the importance of thorough inspection before making such purchases. For the time being, my less-than-perfect power bank continues to serve its purpose, teaching me to make the most of what I have.
For an advice. Do not buy any power bank or other electronic device which is fairly used as you might be wasting funds that could serve better purpose.

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The high school

SECRETS IN THE STAFF ROOM (New high school story series)

EPISODE ONE

Students stood stark naked with leather straps, standing in the hostel bathroom which had damp tiles and dim, flickering lights. The bathroom was full of activities, with the sounds of rushing water and laughter. Students, wrapped in mismatched towels, moving between rusty showerheads and chipped sinks. The air smelling like soap with a hint of mildew.

One could see some students clutching buckets, others darting around in towels or undies, all laughing and giggling as they bathed and chatted like it was a wild, wet costume party..

The noise was so loud because this was the only time students could gossip about what happened in their classes
"Why will she say that to me?" a voice echoed, and everyone fell silent, eager to listen. "Is it not true?" another voice replied, followed by splashes of water, making it sound like a dramatic soap opera in the bathroom.
"Jesus Christ! How dare you pour water on me?" yelled the shorter girl, rushing to slap the culprit. The other girl retaliated by yanking off her towel and tossing it into the dirty water, turning the bathroom into a hilarious chaos.

Boom! The two girls fought as one pinned the other to the ground, punching her, while the girl on the floor kicked her legs in the air, struggling to get free.
Suddenly, students ran towards the scene to see what was happening.and the other students cheered them on, "Fauziyah! Remi!".
"Hey! Hey!" Lila's voice rang out, and everyone giggled nervously, scattering in fear of her voice.

Lila, a stunner with her dark skin shining, standing at an average height, her broad hips and well-rounded buttocks added to her captivating look. Not just for her looks or for her truly mesmerising eyes which was deep and mysterious, resembling the piercing gaze of an owl, casting a spell of enchantment on all who dared to meet them, but what really stood out is how smart she was. Everyone respected her for her beauty and brains.

"Senior Lila is here!" students shouted, running around. "What happened? Why are you two fighting?" she yelled, her owl-like eyes bulging fiercely as the two fighting girls quickly stood up.
"You don't want to talk?" she asked angrily, but they remained silent. "It's alright, both of you, follow me," she said, turning around. As other students cleared a path for her, the fighters pointed fingers at each other and hurriedly cleaned themselves up, looking like guilty puppies caught in the act.
"Don't you dare waste my time! Follow me to my hostel room right away," Lila fired at them.
"Senior, let me get a towel first, please," the short girl begged.
"You're both going to walk bare naked to my hostel. I don't care," she replied sternly, as other students jumped and laughed at the girls' predicament.
Arriving at Lila's hostel, she sat under a tree on a long bench where other girls were lounging. It was obvious they were seniors from their relaxed demeanor and casual questioning of Lila about the fight. "So you guys are fighting, right?" they asked, making the whole scene feel like a mother to child interrogation.

"Senior, she started it," Remi protested, but before she could elaborate, Lila swiftly shut her down with a glare and a hiss, leaving Remi to regret ever mentioning it.

"What exactly is making the two of you fight?" Ava inquired,
"Senior, I came into the toilet to bathe so I could meet my bedtime, but I walked past Remi who was in there with her friends, giggling away louder than a flock of geese at a comedy show" Fauziyah explained,
"I knew they were laughing at me but still didn't bother confronting them," Fauziyah admitted, exhaling deeply before resuming her narrative.
"As soon as I removed my towel and hung it on the rope, they all erupted with laughter like I had some poop on my body. I just ignored them and carried on with what I was doing," she recounted, shaking her head at the memory.
" The next thing Remi said was, "I have a lion shape, my breasts are so big, soon I'll need two companies to sew my bra size," Fauziyah continued, only to be interrupted by the senior students bursting into laughter, as if they'd just heard the punchline to a ridiculous joke."Stand up, let me confirm if it's true," one of the senior students ordered Fauziyah, who pleaded with her eyes, hoping to avoid what sounded like an embarrassing investigation.

"If I slap you, you'll stand up," A senior student ordered, as Fauziyah reluctantly obeyed,instinctively clutched her breasts in a protective gesture, feeling embarrassed.

"My friend, remove your hands and give me a 360-degree round. If it's these small small boys, you'll have them queuing up to press them," she ordered Fauziyah, who reluctantly complied, feeling like she was auditioning for a modelling gig.
They all chuckled and urged her to continue her tale.

"I confronted Remi, and she just hissed and dared me to prove her wrong," Fauziyah explained, trailing off into silence, leaving the senior students hanging on the edge of their seats, eager for the next chapter of the drama.
"And what did you do?" Lila inquired, leaning in for the juicy details.
"I poured water on her, and then the brawl began," Fauziyah confessed.
"Remi, is that true?" Lila pressed, but Remi remained tight-lipped, avoiding eye contact.
"I'm talking to you!" Lila exclaimed, her voice echoing with a mix of frustration and amusement.
"Yes, senior." Remi stuttered.
"Look at you, all petite and short, yet causing chaos wherever you go. One might think you're innocent, but nope, drama always finds you. Do you ever get tired of it, Remi?" Lila remarked, eyeing her with a mix of amusement and exasperation.
"And you," Lila said, redirecting her attention to Fauziyah. "You shouldn't have poured dirty water on her. You could've ignored her or reported it to a senior, but no, you had to take matters into your own hands. So, now I'm going to handle it my way," she declared, eyeing both of them with a stern gaze.

"For getting into a scuffle, the two of you are now on bed-making duty for me and Ava every morning for the next week, laundering our school uniforms, fetching water, and repairing our shower. I don't want to have to remind you of this again, got it?" Lila declared, laying down the law with a touch of sarcasm, making it clear she meant business.
"That's not all; you'll also be buying snacks for Ava and me for the next week," Lila added with a mischievous grin.
"Senior, I don't have that kind of money. My funds are with Mr. Godson; my parents entrusted it to him," Remi lamented, hoping to avoid another financial burden.
"Does it look like we care?" Ava quipped, unfazed by Remi's financial woes.
"Let me find my snacks, and if I don't, you'll witness a whole new level of my wrath," she warned, shooing them away with a flick of her hand, "will get out of my sight."
Remi and Fauziyah complied and walked away in shame.
"Girl, you didn't do well. We're all involved, but it seems like you and Ava are the only ones benefiting. What about us? We should all share those snacks," Maryann complained, prompting Lila to turn around and stare at her,
"Don't go hunting for your prey; sit down under the tree and enjoy the fresh air while I hustle for snacks for you," she hissed, turning to Ava with a smirk,
"Abeg, Ava, let's work on our assignment. I'm struggling with that topic," she said, standing up as she pulled off her short gown that had gotten stuck between her buttocks, she stamped her feet on the ground and walked away, shaking her buttocks like a pap in a bowl, leaving her friends both amused and bewildered by the unexpected display.

To be continued...

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Never a Bad Decision

Never a Bad Decision
I've always been passionate about crafts and drawing. As a child, I would spend countless hours fiddling with paint, pencils, and various craft materials, engrossed in creating artwork that held my heart. My love for artistic expression was deeply ingrained in my being, and I cherished every moment spent immersed in the world of creativity.

When I enrolled in secondary school, my fascination with the arts only grew stronger. I eagerly embraced every opportunity to learn and hone my skills, pouring myself into my craft with unrelenting fervor. I was known for my dedication to drawing and my enthusiasm for all things art-related. There was a certain joy that came from seeing my sketches come to life and witnessing the beauty that emerged from my hands.

However, as I progressed through my secondary education, a new love began to germinate within me – a love for science and all things related. I found myself captivated by the wonders of the natural world, the mysteries of the universe, and the awe-inspiring discoveries that science had to offer. The allure of scientific exploration ignited a fresh fire within me, and I realized that I was drawn to the intricate complexities of the sciences just as fervently as I was to the arts.

As I approached the end of my secondary education, I was faced with a pivotal decision – to follow my passion for the arts, which I excelled in, or to pursue a career in the realm of science that had ignited a newfound zeal within me. It was a tough choice, as both paths held pieces of my heart.

In the end, I decided to take on a science-related field of study at the university. The decision didn't diminish my love for the arts; instead, it broadened the horizons of my interests. I embraced the pursuit of scientific knowledge while still finding time to indulge in my artistic endeavors. I realized that art was my talent, my calling, while the sciences had become a deep-seated passion that I could not ignore.

Throughout my university journey, I successfully preserved my adoration for both disciplines. I dabbled in scientific research while still exploring the boundless depths of expression through art. I reveled in the synergy between the two worlds, understanding that each fed into the other, and that I could find my place in any art field while studying a course in the sciences.

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Background Influence

Background Influence
I always looked forward to Saturdays. That was the day I dedicated to my workout routine. Rain or shine, I would make my way to the stadium near my home, ready for a good jog, push-ups, and other exercises. Over time, it had become a lifestyle, and I took pride in the discipline of never missing a Saturday without going for my workout.

However, a few months back, I had to travel. I found myself in a place where there was no nearby stadium, and people rarely engaged in exercise. At first, I tried to keep up with my routine, but as the weeks went by, I started missing more and more workout days. I kept telling myself that once I returned home, I would resume my routine as usual.

But as time passed, I realized that I had slowly lost my exercise habit. The days I used to look forward to had become days of lounging around or being caught up in work. The thought of rebuilding the habit seemed daunting, and I knew it wouldn't be easy.

I missed the feeling of energy and vitality that came with my exercise routine. The strength and endurance I had built up over time were slipping away, and I could feel it in my everyday activities. The excuses I kept giving myself only made it harder to face the fact that I had let my commitment to fitness slip away.

Still, deep down, I know I need to find a way to rebuild my exercise habit. It won't be an easy task, but I want to get back to feeling strong and healthy. I'm determined to find a way to make exercise a part of my life again, no matter how challenging it may seem

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Struggling to charge

Struggling to charge
I had no electricity at home for 24 hours. I needed to charge my phone, so I packed my power bank and laptop and went out to find a place to charge them.

Many people were in the same situation as me, and they all had the same idea. The streets were filled with people searching for a place to charge their devices. The nationwide strike had caused everyone to leave their homes and search for a solution.

I finally found a place that had electricity, but it was very crowded. I couldn't even move, there were so many people! Everyone was waiting patiently for their turn to charge their phones and laptops.

I waited for over an hour, but I couldn't get close to a charging point. I was starting to lose hope. But then, I saw a small space become available. I quickly grabbed my power bank and managed to charge it by 30%.

I was happy to have at least some charge in my power bank, so I decided to head back home. The crowd was still huge, but I was relieved to have made some progress.
I realized how much we rely on electricity. It was a challenging day, but I was grateful to have been able to charge my power bank a little bit.

I finally got back home, ready to face another day without electricity. I am hoping that this strike would end soon and our lives could return to normal.

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Not the Best Choise

Not the Best Choise
always saw my music box (mp3 player) as the best. it was a limited edition, mind you it wasn't that expensive. when I saw the music box online, I had to quickly call the seller, I didn't have money, except for the few pennies left.

I needed a music box, it fills in the mood when its boring, it keeps the room lively and moreover, it entertains a visitor rather than a quiet atmosphere. There were many things that I needed a music box for and it wasn't a bad or reckless expense to me.

until I got the music box in my hands did I realize that it had not a good bass, it wasn't up to size to what I saw on the picture displayed online. But then, it had some unique features also, it's battery lasted extraordinarily more than the regular and it had this spectacular display of light display when on. I had to content myself with the its good side

Well, I assumed myself a contented, but deep down, I knew that I had made a bad choice ordering a product that wasn't tested and trusted, all for wanting to stand out. Till now, I am yet to know the name of the music box that I bought with my innocent money.

Two days ago, I visited a friend and he had this Zealot speaker. I stood in awe as the room lit up in the most energetic uproar of its bass.
It left me to know that its always better to go for things that have already been tested and proven good than going for something you have no knowledge about.

As for my own music box, it is still serving its purpose though.

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My Book Review Journey

My Book Review Journey
Reflecting on my journey into the world of book reviewing, I can't help but chuckle at my initial assumptions. I had thought it would be a breeze, and I didn't see the value in undergoing any training for it. After all, what was there to it besides catching a few typos and grammatical errors, right? How hard could it be?

In my naivety, I smugly thought that reviewing books would involve nothing more than skimming through the pages and nitpicking at errors. Little did I know that I was about to embark on a comical journey of enlightenment.

It was a somewhat humbling experience when I decided to casually read a tutorial article on book reviewing. Flipping through the pages, I was caught off guard by the sheer depth and complexity of the process. Reviewing books wasn't just about proofreading - it involved a myriad of skills and sensitivities that I had never even considered.

I realized that it entailed spotting intricate phrasal errors, recognizing inappropriate and vulgar content, and even detecting plagiarism. The idea of having to read the same book three times for thorough analysis left me feeling a bit overwhelmed. Suddenly, my casual blase attitude towards book reviewing morphed into a comical concoction of awe and respect for the professionals in the field.

In a strange turn of events, I found myself enrolling in a course for book reviewing. Despite my initial skepticism, I plunged headfirst into the material, eager to absorb all the knowledge it had to offer. What I discovered was that this seemingly straightforward task was, in fact, a craft that demanded years of expertise and experience.

As I delved deeper into the course, I was astounded by the depth and intricacy of the art of book reviewing. I learned to appreciate the nuances, the subtleties, and the complexities that I had dismissed so carelessly in the past.

The course opened my eyes to a whole new world of understanding and appreciation for literature, and it even extended beyond the realm of reviewing. It taught me to approach texts with a different perspective, and my writing skills improved as I developed my ability to analyze and critique.

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Confidence in fear

Yesterday, after church, my younger siblings and I were walking along the street, chatting about our day, when suddenly, a large dog came charging toward us. It was unleashed, running freely down the street. Panic surged through me as I remembered stories of dog attacks, but I knew I had to protect my siblings.

Instinct kicked in, and I quickly ordered my siblings to stand their ground. Fear gripped me tightly, but as the oldest, I had to stand up to the challenge. The dog kept barreling toward us, its barks growing louder and more aggressive with each passing second. I tried to stay calm, but my heart pounded in my chest.

As the dog closed in on us, I took a deep breath and remembered advice I'd heard about dealing with aggressive dogs. With shaky confidence, I stepped forward, trying to assert dominance and show the dog that we weren't afraid. It was a risky move, but I had to do something to protect my siblings.

To my relief, the dog finally started to slow down as it approached us. Its aggressive barking continued, but there was a hint of hesitation in its movements. Behind it, I could see the owners frantically running to catch up, calling out to their pet.

Taking another step forward, I held my ground, refusing to back down. The dog, sensing my determination, began to back off, its barks turning into low growls as it retreated. Finally, it stopped, its gaze locked on me for a moment before turning and walking slowly back toward its owners.

As the owners caught up and secured the dog's leash, I let out a sigh of relief, my knees weak with fear. My siblings and I exchanged nervous glances, grateful that the encounter had ended without anyone getting hurt. It was a close call, but in the end, standing firm had been the right decision.

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Did Not Miss It

Did Not Miss It
Earlier this evening, I decided to attend a midnight prayer. It had been a long day, and I was struggling to stay awake as the clock ticked closer to midnight. I found it hard to muster the strength to concentrate. I kept dozing off and losing focus. It was a battle to keep my eyes open.

However, at one point, something surreal happened. A strange sensation washed over me, and I felt the overwhelming presence of God. Suddenly, I was filled with a newfound energy and vibrancy. It was as if a surge of divine power had awakened my spirit.

Buoyed by this spiritual awakening, I managed to stay alert and attentive throughout the prayers until about 12:15. It was then that I realized it was almost 1 am, and I hadn't yet completed my ritual of publishing a short story version on mindviewers.

So, I sought quick permission and here I am, writing this story. Thankful for that powerful moment during the midnight prayer that reinvigorated my spirit and allowed me to fulfill my commitment.

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Stay Afloat

Stay Afloat
I had a dream last night that was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. It had been a long time since I dreamt something so fascinating. Usually, my dreams were serious and profound, holding deep meaning or revelatory insights. But yesterday was different. In my dream, I found myself floating and experiencing pure joy. I was flying amidst the clouds, soaring alongside the birds. Everyone around me was also flying, but it felt as though I was truly relishing every moment of my flight.

When I woke up, I lay in bed for a while, reflecting on the dream. I couldn't shake off the feeling of enjoyment and renewal it had given me. As I got up and went outside, I saw the birds flying freely in the sky, and a part of me wished I could join them. I longed for my dream to manifest in reality, for the ability to fly like a bird.

In the wake of that dream, a sense of longing and wonder lingered within me. Even though I knew the dream was just a product of my subconscious, it left me with a deep desire to experience the same freedom and exhilaration I had felt while flying through the clouds.

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Tired of the digital world today

Tired of the digital world today
I was feeling a bit tired of the constant digital overload that had become a standard part of my life – online activities, internet surfing, gaming, and movies. It all began to feel suffocating, and I yearned for a break from the digital world.

It suddenly dawned on me that I hadn't read a physical novel in a long time. As I rummaged through my bag, I remembered picking up my favorite novel on the way back to school, and I became determined to immerse myself in its pages. I spent nearly two hours searching, determined to find it and have a change of pace.

Eventually, just when I was about to give up, I spotted it at the bottom of my bag, buried amidst a heap of notes and quotes. I struggled to yank it out, and when I finally managed to retrieve it, I eagerly opened the book – only to find the pages in disarray. It was a complete mess.

I let out a frustrated sigh as I tried to straighten out the book, feeling a mix of irritation and disappointment. All I wanted was a peaceful retreat into the pages of a beloved novel, but it seemed that fate had other plans for me. As I started to tidy up the book, I couldn't help but wonder if this was a sign that I should persist in my quest for a much-needed break from the digital world, or whether this was just a test of my determination.

But what more could be said whereas I found my lovely novel?
After I packed up the heap into the box, I jumped on my soft foam and soaked myself in the sweetness of this romantic art work- Cyprus Love affair.

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