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    Apostle Paul speaks of the hidden man of the heart. That is the you that is in you. The visible you is not the you that puts you over. It is the unseen you who wins the fight. The seen you may be very attractive or very repellant.  It is the unseen you with whom we really wish to become acquainted. It is the unseen you, this hidden man of the heart who runs the whole machinery, who is the boss of the institution. He is the man who is to build you into success. He is the fellow who raises the money to put you over. He is the one who makes the seen you come across and make good. It is to him I am writing. I am trying to reach him and cause him to make the seen you study, work and make yourself worthwhile in life’s game. It is the unseen you who makes the seen you worthwhile and makes you do things that have commercial value, who makes you do things that the world is waiting to have done. I am saying to the unseen you, get behind the seen you . ...

CATEGORIES OF FRESHERS (1)                Those that expect things to happen by chance: - You ask them, WHY? And they reply, ‘MAYBE’. This set of people live on probability. You hear statements like; ‘After my NYSC, I would circulate my CV and if nothing is coming forth, I would go for a master’s degree. (2)                Those that assume family and friends know what is best for them :- You hear statements like: ‘My dad said I should apply for biochemistry’ or ‘A friend told me that courses on human health is currently the highest in terms of income, so I chose this or that course. (3)                Those that put college in control: - This group relies completely on their certificate. Take it away from them after they have acquired it and they become very close to no...

I grew up in the knowledge of the creator’s purpose His intention to create a lineage of His very nature Male and female; I learn they were created With His laws plain; and His desires enclosed In the heart of man they grew and daily mature What a family the creator craved He granted His creatures this one great privilege To procreate in order to raise a community of like minds This He did so as to instill in them The essence of not depending on their own knowledge They were created bearing each others' burdens Together bearing the creator’s emblem I wonder what it would have been like If all were created an island Separately living and depending on instinct With the experiences and emotions in solitude Coupled with no one lending an helping hand Growing without cradle care and family support Not forsaking the assembling of yourselves together That is His word to us all Knowing well that times of loneliness breed various thoughts L...

Most times we shift blames regarding our predicament on people around us; especially when we find some public figures that tend to stand their grounds on our behalf. The Israelites had someone to shift blames on. Even when they knew he cannot rescue them. Before he was introduced by God they learnt to talk to their creator directly but soon after a spokesperson was brought to the scene they counted less on prayers. Getting to the first roadblock they cried out to their God but suddenly words of regrets gushed out of their mouths. They even confessed that they preferred serving the Egyptians till death path their ways. The father God heard them and made a way out. From that period they began a new way of life. A life of complaints. They believed everything they wanted can be achieved by simply laying blames on Gods spokesman. Their groaning attitude changed into a grumbling attitude. Strictly from smaj's archive

The will to go the distance is the key to any goal; To stick it out despite the odds to choose the winner's role. Or it would be so easy not to make a choice at all; To turn your head the other way and just ignore the call.  One choice leads to a mountain-the other to a bog; One leads up where the air is pure-the other through a fog. To choose the right is surely hard, its challenges are tough; It's climb is steep and awesome, it's surfaces are rough.  The multitudes just drift along with false pride in their voice; And spend their days in vain pursuit of meaning in their choice. Though they could find fulfilment and they could feel the touch; Of goals and growth and greatness-that just requires 'too much'. 

The dawn of a bright new day; Another privilege to decide a new course. The creator counted me worthy; To live in accordance with His plan for me.  How can i just let this gift slip by; With all the benefits it entails And watch the events unfold in turns; With no care for details.  The creator had me in mind; When He was involved in His creative ventures He never purposed a day to unwind; And i just swim along its shores.