Titipetral

Every new year's eve, we make resolutions of habits to drop or goodwill to adopt in the coming year.      We write some on a sheet and paste at strategic places, so that we could get to read it often.   But hey! whatever it is you have 'resolved' to do in the coming year, please remember to: * Love your neighbor as yourself, * Love God with all of your heart.       This is very important. Meanwhile;    The following tips would also be of help.   That you should;  * Learn from all of your 2017 mistakes. Let them mould a better you in 2018.  *Get busy. You should know this by now, that an idle mind would never stop to be the devil's workshop.  *Cease hating on people. Hate is a luggage too heavy to drag along the road that leads to success.  * Stay contented. Do not allow greed to take a better part of you. Truth is,human needs would always be insatiable.     Mind you;  *Life is short...

Every organisation is established most importantly for profit making purposes,and in a bid to achieve this,a workforce is needed.  Which explains why people of varying qualifications suitable for appropriate positions are employed to make the dream of an entrepreneur a reality. But do you know that more than half of Nigerian employees are presently unhappy with their employers for reasons not far fetched; welfarism oftentimes equal zero. The Labour Unions which were formed up so that the average 'worker' could be heard and grievances properly harnessed keeps growing in membership, but then the purpose has not yet been achieved, not in its entirety.  For instance,how many private firms are duly in compliance with the minimum wage currently set by the Federal Government? Do not forget the fact that some privately owned firms are just a little upgraded slave trade centers. The inhumane treatment being meted out to their employees is nothing to write home abo...

He sees her, overtime or could be instantaneously, he likes who he saw,somehow he fell in love, she reciprocated, both of them wants to be together, and then a union births. Love seems to be in the air but ironically, incessant misunderstanding became their regular lot. Some of the quarrel gets really messy and oftentimes involve the interference of a third party for peace to reign. But then the peace experienced by the duo is somewhat temporal before the cycle repeats itself all over again. A perfect relationship is when two imperfect people decides to remain inseparable and are willing to make 'their unlike charges an attraction' (that came from my physics lesson way back Secondary School). It's not fussy, my point is,love isn't enough reason to want to stay with a partner, compatibility is key.  I have had my fair share of love stories becoming sour in time past, and just like every normal girl,I once craved my prince charming to one day ride...

It's no longer news that citizens of some Sub Saharan African Countries who sojourned illegally to Libya, recently experienced mass deportation, after some Libyans {apparently couldn’t have been all of them)were touted to have been enmeshed in slave trade. Talking about fellow   ‘Africans’,   who were supposed to be our brothers, irrespective of the fact that we might not necessarily  be 'skinned alike'. I am naturally a bad student of geography as all I knew about Libya prior to this moment was that they once had real ‘economic degradation' under their former Prime Minister, Muhammad Ghadafi. Of course I knew it as a Northern African Country, b ut I never really paid attention to t he fact that only the Mediterranean Sea separated it from the European Countries. The CNN video footage which manifested the existence of the ongoing slave trade reflected how our noble brothers and sisters fared badly in the cells where they ...

Here goes the topic I least imagined coming to ponder on for too long, let alone birthing an article from. Not because I am out rightly insensitive to the plight of those that are/were sexually abused, but because I am like most inhabitants of the world, who do little or nothing than form a pity party with abused persons.         What actually jolted me was born out of the chat I recently had with an American, Megan Manigault, the initiator of I am VOICES (Vibrant Open-hearted Innocent Confident Empowered).         Now I’m sure I just succeeded in making you take another glance up at the caption.         By the way, I am VOICE is a Non-Governmental Organization that not only aim at raising awareness that people are actually being abused sexually around us though we might be totally oblivious of that, she also wants to uplift and empower people in other to heal and use their own voice to change their world.     ...

For every write up about Lagos, here goes the introductory part which I consider quite boring (I hate history), owing to the fact that the state is more than narrating her historical details, but then to fulfil all righteousness, here:         LAGOS; "It is a State located in the South Western part of Nigeria, which came to fore on the 27th of May, 1967 and presently habiting over twenty million people, spanning 3577 sq. Mts.      Unarguably the largest city in Africa (not referring to land mass here lest Ibadan people starts calling for my head), the State is rechristened 'Eko', a popular appellation which has somewhat formed her Yoruba translation and I was surprised when google translated it thus; 'a war camp'.          Now to the amazing uniqueness of the state called Lagos, it is not just a bubbling city with almost everyone in a 'rush' at every point in time, the technicalities  (permit me to use that word) encounter...

This write up is purely an excerpt from the experiences I had when life felt it was time I learnt the lessons that would guide me through it. I discovered quite early in life that money is the root of all evil. I learnt that the only person who has your best interest at heart can only be you. And finally, the school of life tutored me that when life throws an arrow at you, it wants you to run into greatness. That of course, is if you are willing to look beyond your current predicament.   Have you ever been stabbed in the back right from the front? Well, I choose to say "right from the front" because it was all there for me to see, I was just not looking.   They call me double chief and this is my story. I was born into a wealthy polygamous family through a dad so wealthy that our residence is a sight to behold and such that a friend who had recently moved to our area once told me, " whoever has this property must be a robber". I smiled and said ...