Mindviewers Stories

I stood excitedly at the start line for the annual cross village marathon with my three running buddies Chidi, Naza, and vicky.

With our belts fastened, we took a deep breath, getting ready for the challenge. For the first few miles, we ran with lack of enthusiasm and determination.

As we made our way through tree shades, the sweet smell of ripe guava filled the air, making us want to stop and take a break from the race. We took a sharp left, laughing and straying off the path.

Picked some juicy guavas off the trees and savored the sweetness of their freshness. This was one of the best parts of our marathon journey.

By the time we made it to the halfway point, we were feeling the exhaustion but Vicky’s support kept us going. We were determined to finish strong and with me in the lead, we urged each other on and made it to the finish line together, hand in hand.

Till now my body hurts from the race but I will be fine soon as long as I have my friends.

I had always dreamed of taking a leisurely bus trip to the zoo as a break from the rush and activity of daily life. As I boarded the bus, I got a feeling of eagerness. The talk of other passengers and the healing hum of the engine set the tone for the journey ahead. With a window seat secured, I observed as the cityscape gradually gave way to tropical vegetation, in advance of the bright world that awaited me at the zoo.

My heart leapt with anticipation as I arrived to the zoo. When I got off the bus, I was welcomed with the aromas of freshly cooked popcorn and the sounds of children laughing. Prepared with a guide, I set off on my travel through the animal kingdom. From majestic lions to lively monkeys swinging from branch to limb, all of them provided a look into nature's beauties.

Along the way, I struck up talks with other guests, telling stories and admiring the beauty of the creatures surrounding us.

Time seemed to slip away as I immersed myself in the wonders of the zoo. Before I knew it, the sun was gradually setting.
I made my way back to the bus, carrying with me memories that would last a lifetime.

The madman on sallah day
So, just yesterday I got off from bed filled with joy and happiness all because it was sallah and I was to rest and not attend lectures or even bother about anything.

So I quickly got up prepared like I had a whole year to rest, after which I ate and slept off. After a while, my friends visited and after some fun filled moments playing ps4 they had to go and I escorted them.

On our way, we saw how kids who normally look dirty and not well catered for where properly dressed for the sallah celebration. Just immediately my eyes caught a madman with a stick chasing the children because they were making fun of him, you know how children play with madman, they like being chased by them. So with his big stick he will chase them and stop until he saw a cow that was tied nearby, so he went straight to the cow and he was talking, what he was saying didn't even make any sense to me and then he seemed like he was getting angry and then he used the big stick to hit the cow and immediately the cow reacted and the road with which it was tied snapped and it was about to use his horn on the madman and I thought the madman would use the stick on it but to my greatest surprised the madman run away, I was surprised oh, so mad people can be scared to die too, no wonder it rare for you to see them being hit when crossing the road

Smart skills
I could remember learning repairs, it was like a big war between my brain, imaginations, and my thoughts. Sometimes I can sense the right approach but then how do I put it to work is a problem.

But not until I ask my boss sir please how are you able to trace those faults, are you sure they're no magic or even rituals behind your excellency and accuracy. Because to me it's almost impossible to understand the working principle of all of this circuit.

It will interest you to know that in a TV circuit board there is about 1000 resistors 500 capacitor 300 diodes and lot more the damage of just one resistor will cause the full circuit not to function effectively. How do I encapsulate this whole stuff into my memory was a challenge.

And then he said, take one day at a time and feel yourself in what you are doing, correct your failures and celebrate your wins.

wow those words entered deep inside me and as days turns into weeks weeks into months and as months ran into years those words begins to found expression.

The story became more interesting when I understand that you don't necessarily need to know everything in the circuit but if that is your interest maybe you can consider electric engineering as a discipline in the university.

But so long you are here all you need is NAVIGATION ( The mind that tells you! If this is this then this should be that and if this is happening then that should not be happening) pardon my choose of words. 😁😁😁

My psychology professor lectured to a packed auditorium of students while moving around on a stage and explaining stress management concepts. Everyone assumed they would be asked the standard "glass half empty or glass half full" question as she raised a glass of water. Rather, the professor asked, "How heavy is this glass of water I'm holding?" while grinning.

Students shouted out answers ranging from eight ounces to a couple pounds.

In response, she said, "I don't think it matters how heavy this glass is in its entirety. Everything hinges on how long I hold it. It's fairly light if I hold it for a minute or two. Its weight can give me a slight arm soreness if I hold it for an entire hour. My arm will probably cramp up and feel totally numb and paralysed if I hold it for a day straight, which will force me to let go of the glass. The glass's weight remains constant in each instance, yet it seems heavier to me the longer I hold it.

She went on, "Your stresses and worries in life are very much like this glass of water," to which the students shook their heads in agreement. Nothing happens when you consider them for a time. You start to feel a little achy as you continue to think about them. If you think about them all day, you'll become utterly numb and immobile, unable to move until you let them go.

back in primary school, I had an intense passion for action movies. I was captivated by the heroic feats of actors like Jack Chan, Jet Li, and James Bond, and I yearned to emulate their daring exploits. To me, action films were not just a form of entertainment but a depiction of real-life heroics, even at my tender age.

One day, fueled by my fervor for these movies, I took it upon myself to bring the action to life. I ventured into the woods and fashioned a makeshift sword from a sturdy branch, envisioning myself as a fearless warrior. With my sword in hand, I stealthily made my way into a neighboring farm, where I proceeded to engage in my own version of sword mastery, slashing and swishing through the air.

However, my exhilarating adventure came to an abrupt end when the owner of the farm discovered the devastation I had wrought upon the crops. Understandably, the neighbor was not pleased with my actions, and I was promptly confronted with the consequences of my reckless imitation of action movie stunts.

After some several strokes from my dad, I learnt my lessons. But one this was unforgettable. That moment in the farm was refreshing, filled with authority and power, nothing dared stood against me, any crop that did, I cut them down.

Didnt try approching any farmland from then, I only practices my sword skills with the air and waited for the day villains will show up.

Once upon a time, in a small village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a humble child named Elara. Elara was known throughout the village for her gentle nature and kind heart. Despite living in modest circumstances, she was always quick to share whatever she had with those in need.

Elara's days were spent wandering through the fields, collecting wildflowers and listening to the birds sing. She would often sit by the village pond, watching the water ripple and dreaming of faraway lands. Despite her simple surroundings, her imagination knew no bounds.

One day, while exploring the forest, Elara stumbled upon a wounded bird. Without hesitation, she tenderly scooped up the creature and nursed it back to health with care and patience. From that day on, the bird became her faithful companion, soaring through the skies beside her on her adventures.

As Elara grew older, her acts of kindness and compassion touched the hearts of everyone in the village. She helped the elderly tend to their gardens, played games with the village children, and even offered a comforting shoulder to those who were troubled.

One evening, a great storm swept through the village, leaving devastation in its wake. Homes were destroyed, crops were ruined, and many families were left homeless. But amidst the chaos, Elara emerged as a beacon of hope. With unwavering determination, she rallied the villagers together, organizing food and shelter for those in need.

Through her selfless actions, Elara taught the villagers the true meaning of community and resilience. And as the village rebuilt itself stronger than before, Elara's spirit of humility and compassion continued to shine bright, inspiring all who knew her.

In the end, it wasn't riches or fame that made Elara special, but rather her ability to see the beauty and goodness in the world, and to share that with others. And so, the humble child who once wandered the fields dreaming of adventure became a legend in her own right, leaving behind a legacy of love and kindness that would be remembered for generations to come.

I waited hopefully throughout yesterday for Kaduna Electric to give us light, all to no avail. My phone was down, my powerbank was down, infact, my whole life was down. James, the guy who charges commercially in my area was not around.

I normally find it difficult to take my devices to charge in other people's house but when my neighbour put on their generator around 8pm, I quickly packed my things to their house to charge.

About 20 minutes later, NEPA brought light and I packed my stuff, thanked them and ran home. I plugged everything in, put on the TV and turned on the fan to enjoy myself. My brothers and sisters, before I could sit down, I was surrounded by darkness, NEPA don take light😢😢

I felt like crying, my phone had 15% only and there was no way I could go back to my neighbour's house. I hopped they would bring it again over the night but they didn't.
Now I have 13%, no sign of light, James is still not around and I'm in severe pains.
Why me?

When I was a little girl, there used to be a large tree in front of my father's house, I can't clearly
remember but I think it was a Baobab tree.

We used to call it the witch tree because it housed the nest of an owl. The owl usually begins hooting around seven each evening and continues throughout the night.
As a kid, it was very frightening and once it began hooting, nothing on this whole earth could make me step outside of the house.

One particular evening, a little boy of about seven years was brought to the tree, he was tied to it and a man in black clothes began beating him with a broom stick, claiming that the boy trapped the soul of his parents inside the tree. I don't know if he actually did that or not but what I do know is that the next morning, my dad and our other neighbours gathered together and brought down the tree.

There's one memory that always brings a smile to my face – the African giant star apple tree, known as Odara in Igbo land. This towering tree, with its robust, well-built stems and broad leaves, held a special place in my heart. Climbing its branches gave me a unique sense of freedom and peace.

The ventilation up there was unlike anything else. The way the wind whispered through the leaves and the gentle sway of the branches made it my go-to spot. From that lofty perch, I had a panoramic view of the surroundings. I could see my home in the distance, surrounded by other neighboring houses. Watching the children play and the world go by gave me a sense of being in my own little kingdom.

Of course, the allure of Odara was not just the breathtaking view. It was also the abundance of delicious star apple fruit. The fruits were incredibly sweet, and plucking them after a long day at school was the perfect way to unwind. The joy of snacking on those succulent fruits under the shade of the tree is a memory I cherish dearly.

However, there came a day when my idyllic relationship with that majestic tree took an unexpected turn. In a moment of carelessness, I lost my footing and came crashing down from the heights I so often sought solace in. The fall left me shaken and, more importantly, shattered my trust in my arboreal haven. The injuries weren’t severe, but the experience robbed me of the carefree enjoyment I once found in climbing the Odara tree.

After that fateful day, my love for the tree waned. I missed the innocent and carefree moments of my childhood, spent in the embrace of the African giant star apple tree.

Have you heard of the Cursed River in Nigeria?

This River is one of the most mysterious places in Africa, according to history, it is said that if you capture a fish and try to cook it, the fish remains RAW regardless of how much heat you apply. This River is called INACHALO RIVER, Located in Idah local government Kogi state Nigeria. In ancient time, king IDOKO who ruled during the cessant inter tribal wars between the Jukuns and Igala Kingdom made an order for the inachalo river to be poisoned as a war tool to weaken the Jukun, because the jukun warriors depend on that river for their daily food supply whenever they came for attack as a result of the poisoning many Jukn warriors became weak and eventually died of starvation and food poisoning. Legend goes that the supernatural fishes are a result of the Jukum warriors who used the river escape by transforming into fishes. As part of ritual to end the war and bring peace to the Igala kingdom, princess “Oma Idoko” was buried alive along with 9 other female slaves. Till this day people in the area does not catch or eat the fish.

Today, I made the decision to treat myself to a classy restaurant supper. I had no idea that this would turn out to be a really funny dinner experience. Upon entering the restaurant, I couldn't help but notice a girl who had taken a seat and was savoring a platter of delicious beans and plantains. She had a captivating attractiveness that drew my attention, in addition to the fact that she was enjoying her meal. I couldn't help but watch her from my table, which was directly across from hers, and sneak peeks. She looked back at me, and to my astonishment, though with a lighthearted smile, she caught my stares. It felt like fate had a whimsy sense of humor, so this was unexpected and even more delightful. After she finished her dinner, I plucked up the bravery to approach her, encouraged by our little exchange of glances. Some other time, I thought, we could start a conversation and maybe have a fun evening together. She dined with poise and elegance, relishing each meal like a princess. I was captivated, certain that this girl was someone genuinely exceptional. But my amazement was short-lived as she got up to go. I was surprised to discover leftovers when I looked at her dish because I had assumed there would just be a few nibbles left! It appeared that she had deliberately left some food unfinished, maybe to show off her manners or make an impression on someone. That small gesture broke the trust I had established and left me bewildered. By not eating to the end, who was she attempting to impress? I was unable to understand the logic behind it. Disappointed, I watched her go out without moving, mentally doubting the entire thing. Please don't hold it against me; I was riveted to my seat, considering all the possible explanations for why she could have left so much food on her plate, but I couldn't think of any decent ones. It was too easy to see the pride.

OKPOHO

The Okpoho is an ancient money invented by the Efik and used extensively in the 16th century AD across West Africa as a medium of monetary exchange in trade between the Europeans and indigenous west Africans.

Made of bronze or copper, the Okpoho was usually formed into a ring-shaped object that looked like a bracelet with each end of the ring flattened out. Because it looked like a bracelet (and in fact, was sometimes worn around the wrists, neck or ankles as bracelets by women of wealthy husbands), the Spanish called it 'manilla', meaning bracelets.

The Okpoho originated in ancient Calabar City, Efik country, and its use was documented in the 16th AD as a medium of monetary exchange where one Okpoho bought one elephant tooth, and one slave could be bought for 8 to 10 Okpohos during the slave trade era.
The Okpoho is also featured at the back of the Nigerian N100 currency note, and also in the Akwa Ibom State seal, and in many other places.

Table of summary:
Name: Okpoho
Function: money
Origin: Calabar, Efik country.
Region used: West Africa
Material: Bronze, copper, or brass.
Invented: around 16th century AD
Declined: April 1, 1949.
Replaced by: British Pound

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In the heart of a mystical realm, where legends intertwined with reality and magic wove through the very fabric of existence, there lay a hidden treasure of untold power—the Moonstone. This precious gem, said to hold the essence of the moon itself, bore a curse that had plagued the land for generations, casting a shadow of misfortune over all who possessed it.

The tale of the Moonstone curse began with a young princess named Elara, whose beauty and grace captured the hearts of all who beheld her. In a moment of hubris, Elara dared to claim the Moonstone for herself, believing that its radiant light would bring prosperity and joy to her kingdom.

But as night fell and the Moonstone glowed with an ethereal light, a darkness descended upon the land—a darkness that whispered of ancient curses and forbidden desires. The curse of the Moonstone awakened, its malevolent energy seeping through the kingdom like a venomous mist, tainting all it touched with misfortune and sorrow.

As the days turned to nights and the curse's grip tightened, the once-prosperous kingdom descended into chaos. Crops withered, waters turned foul, and whispers of betrayal and despair echoed through the halls of the palace. Elara, burdened by the weight of her actions, sought to undo the curse that she had unleashed, but the Moonstone's power was too potent, its magic too twisted to be undone by mere mortal hands.

Desperate to break the curse and save her kingdom from ruin, Elara embarked on a perilous quest to seek the counsel of the Moonstone's guardian—a mysterious figure known only as the Oracle of Shadows. Through treacherous forests and haunted valleys, Elara journeyed, her resolve tested at every turn by the malevolent forces that sought to claim her soul.

At the heart of the realm, beneath the light of a blood-red moon, Elara confronted the Oracle, a shrouded figure cloaked in darkness and mystery. With a voice like a whispering wind, the Oracle revealed the truth that Elara had long sought to uncover—the Moonstone's curse could only be broken by an act of sacrifice, a selfless act of love that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

With a heavy heart and tears in her eyes, Elara made her choice—to relinquish her claim to the Moonstone, to break the curse that had tormented her people, and to embrace a destiny forged in courage and compassion. In a blinding flash of light, the curse was lifted, the darkness dispelled, and the realm bathed in the soft glow of the moon's nurturing light once more.

And so, as the first light of dawn broke over the kingdom, Elara stood as a beacon of hope and renewal, her spirit unbroken by the trials she had faced, her heart filled with the light of redemption and the knowledge that even the darkest of curses could be overcome by the power of selfless love and unwavering courage.

Once upon a time, in a quaint village nestled amidst rolling hills, there lived a diligent Hen named Hilda and a wise Tortoise named Timothy. They were known far and wide for their remarkable friendship and their extraordinary adventures.

One sunny morning, Hilda clucked excitedly as she discovered a hidden treasure map buried beneath the old oak tree. The map depicted a path leading to a legendary golden apple tree that was said to grant immense wisdom to whoever consumed its fruit. Hilda, being a curious and adventurous soul, was determined to embark on this perilous journey.

Eager to share her discovery, Hilda hurriedly made her way to Timothy's home, which was located near a shimmering pond. She found Timothy basking in the warm sunlight, his shell glistening with droplets of water.

"Hilda, my dear friend, what brings you here with such excitement?" Timothy asked, his voice calm and steady.

With a wide grin, Hilda unfolded the treasure map, explaining the golden apple tree and its promise of wisdom. "Timothy, we must set forth on this grand adventure together! With your wisdom and my determination, we shall surely succeed!"

Timothy pondered for a moment, his ancient eyes filled with wisdom. "Hilda, my dear friend, I am honored by your trust in me. Let us embark on this quest, but remember, our strengths lie in our differences. While you possess agility and quickness, I possess patience and resilience. Together, we shall overcome any obstacle."

And so, Hilda and Timothy embarked on their journey, following the winding path marked on the treasure map. They traversed dense forests, crossed treacherous rivers, and climbed towering mountains. Throughout their arduous trek, their friendship grew stronger, each relying on the unique qualities of the other.

One day, as they entered a dark and ominous cave, their path was blocked by a massive boulder. Hilda clucked anxiously, unsure of how to proceed. Timothy, however, remained calm and composed.

"Hilda, my dear friend," Timothy said, his voice steady and reassuring, "fear not. I may not possess your strength, but I have an idea." He retreated into his shell and began to carefully plan their next move.

Emerging from his shell, Timothy suggested, "Hilda, perch upon my back, and with all your might, flap your wings as I slowly push the boulder with my sturdy shell."

Hilda, though skeptical, trusted Timothy's wisdom and climbed upon his back. Together, they executed the plan. Hilda flapped her wings with all her might, while Timothy, using his steady pace, pushed the boulder inch by inch. After what seemed like an eternity, the boulder finally gave way, and their path was clear.

Overjoyed, Hilda hopped off Timothy's back, and they continued their journey. Finally, after many trials and tribulations, they arrived at the fabled golden apple tree. Its branches shimmered with the promise of wisdom, and a single golden apple hung from its highest bough.

Hilda plucked the apple with her beak, and Timothy carefully held it in his claws. Together, they took a bite, and a profound sense of enlightenment washed over them. They realized that their unique qualities, when combined, were a force to be reckoned with.

Returning to their village, Hilda and Timothy shared their newfound wisdom with the other animals. They became revered figures, known for their unwavering friendship and the lessons they imparted.

And so, the tale of the diligent Hen, Hilda, and the wise Tortoise, Timothy, lived on for generations, reminding everyone that true strength lies not in our individual abilities, but in the harmony and unity found within friendship.

Once upon a time, in a quaint little village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a young girl named Elara. Elara had always been fascinated by the stars, spending countless nights gazing up at the sky, dreaming of exploring the cosmos.

One day, while wandering through the woods, Elara stumbled upon a hidden clearing where an ancient telescope stood, its lenses polished to perfection despite years of neglect. Intrigued, she peered through the telescope and was amazed to see a distant galaxy shimmering in the darkness.

Determined to uncover the mysteries of the universe, Elara devoted herself to studying astronomy. She spent hours each day reading books, conducting experiments, and mapping the stars. Her passion ignited a spark within the village, inspiring others to join her quest for knowledge.

As years passed, Elara's reputation as an astronomer grew, attracting the attention of scholars and explorers from far and wide. Together, they embarked on expeditions to distant planets, discovering new worlds and unlocking the secrets of the cosmos.

But amidst their adventures, Elara never forgot her humble roots. She continued to visit the clearing where it all began, finding solace in the quiet solitude of the night sky. And as she looked up at the stars, she knew that her journey was just beginning, filled with endless possibilities waiting to be explored.

So yesterday was easter sunday. Mama Emeka, A neighbor of mine prepared food and sent her son Emeka to give me.

In other spice up the food. I sent her son to go buy me 2 malts and 1 Hollandia yoghurt.

my girlfriend was coming. I was thinking how to welcome her since morning. Mama Emeka is just a God sent. She just saved Me the stress of Over thinking of how to balance the small money with me to treat my woman right.

I sent Emeka to go buy me the drinks. three hours later Emeka was not back, and my girlfriend was already at my house.

I went outside and I asked mama Emeka if she had seen her son. Ayo I was even coming to your house ooo. Thank you for the money you gave to Emeka. I really appreciate. Mama Emeka said. What money? I asked her.

The money you said he should keep for coming first position in his class. Just then Emeka came out of their apartment. Emeka I don't understand what your mommy is saying. I told Emeka.

Brother Ayo you made me a promise that if I come first in my class. You will give me what ever I want. I read hard this term and for the first time I took first. So when I came to you for you to fulfil your promise because I took first. You told me you don't have money but when you have money you will fulfil your promise, and I already told you I want a bicycle and bicycle is fifty thousand naira, I have put the two thousand you gave to me to buy you drink inside kolo. I will be helping you to keep them small small. Emeka said.

Mama Emeka was just looking at us confused about what was going on. Children of Nowadays. I said.

You are still oweing me forty eight thousand. Emeka said and ate his chicken which was in his hand.

I just stood hands akimbo watching Emeka as he walked into their apartment.

That was the moment I realized that I have used my hand to buy trouble.

In 1803, 75 Igbos chose to drow.n in the Ocean over being sold into slavery.

According to history, The Igbo slav.es were said to be a rebellious breed.

They'll prefer to die free, than to be bond in chains.

They were stories of how they killed their masters and tried to escape.

So, in 1803, they were been transferred to another slave ship after their first master found out how rebellious they could be.

They were to be transported to a rice plantation which is renowned for brutal work and required strength.

But as the Igbos were crammed together under the deck, chained together,

The crew of the new slave ship got tired of them because they were too noisy.

They went in turns to force them to shut up.

But the Igbos wouldn't listen.

Soon, the crew discovered they were not just making a noise, rather they were chanting in unison.

The chant probably increased their morals and they were able to break loose from their chains.

They hijacked the ship.

At this juncture, one would think they intended to drive home,

But the smart Igbos knowing fully well that they are very far from home, decided to surrender their souls to the water spirit.

They all jumped into the water reciting the song;

"Orimiri Omambala bu anyi bia"
"Orimiri Omambala ka anyi ga ejina"

This translates to;

"The water spirit of Omambala brought us here, the water spirit of Omambala shall take us home"

Omambala is a river in Anambra.

Till date, there are claims that the souls of the revolted Igbo slaves still dwells in Dunbar Creek.

For in the quietness of the night, one could still hear their distant 'Orimiri' chants.

Alright, gather 'round folks, lemme tell ya a tale 'bout the economy in Nigeria. It's like this big ol' ship, sailing on rough waters, with no clear direction in sight. You see, the folks there, they're struggling to make ends meet, with prices skyrocketing and jobs becoming scarcer than hen's teeth.

Picture this: families scrimping and saving just to put food on the table, while the cost of living keeps on climbing higher and higher, like a kite caught in a storm. And let me tell ya, it ain't just the regular folks feeling the pinch; businesses are taking a hit too, with many closing their doors for good.

Now, you might wonder, how did it come to this? Well, some say it's like a house of cards, built on shaky foundations. Corruption and mismanagement have been like termites gnawing away at the very pillars of the economy, leaving it teetering on the brink of collapse.

But hey, it ain't all doom and gloom. There's hope yet, if only folks could come together and chart a new course. With the right leadership and a whole lot of elbow grease, maybe, just maybe, Nigeria can steer its ship away from the storm and towards smoother waters. But for now, the economy's like a ship lost at sea, adrift and struggling to find its way home.

JUST BEGIN.

Just after I received my fee structure from My University for my PhD, totalling N850,000 in 2006, I met my Dad, at a Commercial bank in Port Harcourt .

I explained to him that I had the admission letter and he smiled.

I told him however, "Papa, there is a problem. They need N850,000."

He held my hands, then slowly but reassuringly, said, "Just Begin, my son."

To ensure his point went home, he got into his account and gave me N14,000 in an account that had N20,000.

I was touched.

I added N16000 and paid N30,000 into the account, and my journey to PhD began.

Today, having reached the dream, I remember the words of my father.
Just Begin....

In everything you do, always remember, JUST BEGIN.

Just begin, no matter how difficult it seems to be.

It appeared to be difficult, but as time lapsed, I realised dad was right.

At some point before my defence, I gave up.

I still had a solid N300,000 to pay and they wouldn't give me a chance for my final defence.

Then came a very unlikely help.

I had supported a gentleman to undertake a project evaluation two times in the year.

I received his call cautiously asking me to meet him.

He was carrying a brown envelop in his hand.

He began, "Nengi, you will forgive me if you find my action inappropriate. For two consecutive times you have given me a job without asking for a Kobo. This is very unusual with many people. I did not know how to approach you, but I am deep with gratitude. Please accept my small gift."

I quickly peered into the envelope and saw they were two bundles, likely in hundreds.

He confirmed that it was N200,000.

I couldn't believe it.

The words of my father,
"My son, just begin" came to mind.

Don't worry how it will end.

Just begin.

If you are building a house, just begin.

If you are planning to buy land, just begin.

If you want to continue with your education, just begin.

If you want to pay dowry, just begin.

Nothing is more powerful than that advice.

We just need to Have Faith and Begin.

And I have revised this philosophy.

Whenever someone is doing something, I always encourage them to Have Faith and Just keep trying.

When things get thick, I always say, keep walking.

No matter how slow Just keep Moving

If you Can't Walk then Crawl

Just Keep Moving

When things are intimidating, Ignore.

Persist and keep trying.

Don't give up on life just because your challenges appear to be insurmountable.

Do not be defeated before you begin.

Whatever looks like a mountain will soon become an anthill...
but only if you begin.

Not long ago, someone asked me, "Nengi, are we going to manage to build the office we want?"

My answer,
"Let's just begin."

I believe in the power of Faith and Action (Starting) .

No one Wins a race until they respond to the sound of the gun and begin.

The secret lies in Beginning.

Overtime, God has seen me through a number of projects because of this philosophy.

I have parcels of land that I acquired by simply paying N50,000...and, overtime, these have multiplied.

I persuade you this day never to allow yourself to be threatened by the size of your problem.

The Journey of a Thousand Miles Starts with One Step

Begin in a small way to do something about it.

How Do You Eat an Elephant ?
By Eating it One Bit at a Time

If it is lack of money do something small to get something for yourself.

If it is a marital issue, look for a way to solve it.

In whatsoever you face, Just Begin.

Even those with big debts can do something about it.

Just begin by doing something little and it will shrink each day.

I was not a millionaire, but sometime ago, I wanted to have a feeling of being one.

I drew a plan of how to hold a million in my account, at least for a few days.

After some months of beginning, I discovered it was possible.

Three years and half of savings later, I got my first ever million.

Even though I used it later on investments and expenses, it felt so good.

Let's all Have Faith and Just Begin.
JUST BEGIN !