tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14183806141557113482024-03-14T08:15:02.777+01:00NKYKATE'S BLOGAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877470600927142303noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418380614155711348.post-40397724659213001402015-06-24T23:32:00.000+02:002015-06-24T23:32:02.103+02:00My Public Speaking Experience During school, college and service I never participated in any Group Discussion or stage program. Therefore, I never knew what stage fear or stage phobia was.<br />
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Our school has a weekly "Parents View" program in the assembly. Around four years ago, I l received a call from the Principal of our school to come to the "Parents View" <span style="text-align: justify;">talk the next morning. He asked me to speak to the group. The month of Ramzan month was going on so the Principal suggested I speak about Ramzan.</span><br />
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After the call my whole body became feverish and panicky. The time between his call to the next morning was just like fourteen years of exile for Lord Rama. The whole night, I could not sleep. Many negative thoughts were coming. One of them was to call the Principal, with regret, and tell him that I could not come.<br />
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Finally, I gathered some courage. I thought, if I miss this opportunity, surely, the school will never invite me again to any of their programs. So, I decided to go and speak. I reached the school in time. Before my turn came, my whole body was trembling. When my turn came and I started speaking, my legs started vibrating, my heartbeat increased and my mouth went dry. I wasn't even able to read the written speech properly. I was not aware of where I was standing and what I was reading. That was the day when I realized my biggest weakness: Public Speaking.<br />
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After my speech, I met with the Principal and explained what happened to me. He told me that this happens to everyone. These symptoms are very common. Even great Speakers faced the same things when they started. He suggested that I come again the next week. I prepared a topic of talk for the next occasion. I practiced my presentation throughout the week from my notes.</div>
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This time I was somewhat comfortable but not confident. Afterwards, I met with the Principal again and told him about the improvements I felt I had made. He was kind enough to invite me again, but this time to give a presentation for the teachers. For around one month, I prepared and practiced for my presentation on Motivation. This time I was feeling comfortable. I gave the presentation and it was appreciated by the Principal as well as the teachers because they knew where I started from. They encouraged and praised my efforts.<br />
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After a few months, our school organized a Principal's Conference wherein 120 Principals participated. Our Principal was kind enough to invite me as a guest Speaker. I prepared and practiced for this Presentation day and night. My topic of the talk was Relationships. With the grace of God, this went very well and was appreciated by the audience.<br />
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After delivering this presentation successfully, I became more confident. I said to myself, "If I can speak in front of such a learned audience, like Principals' who educate others, I can now speak in front of others too."<br />
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I started giving presentations in my plant, especially for GETs/ DETs, on various topics like Self Motivation, Personality Development, Personal Excellence, SpokenEnglish and Presentation Skills. Now I always look forward for the opportunity to give presentations.This has become a passion for me.<br />
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I learned that everything is possible if we have courage to take the First Step. The saying goes: A journey of thousand miles begins with first step. Take a risk to take that first step.<br />
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif;">©B.K. Mansury</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">d6ecd2a99ac9689d947df8123e21b9465776842ebe0bd8782f</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877470600927142303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418380614155711348.post-29629363893530605302015-01-20T00:41:00.000+01:002015-01-20T00:41:46.886+01:00Salvation Ministries Church Begins 5 Nights of Glory!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello dear! <br />
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Alright...!<br />
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So, the much talked about, and heavyweight program that has been making waves across the globe since December 2014 has finally kicked off in a grand style! With God setting people free from satanic bondage, drawing people to salvation, and performing great and mind boggling miracles through His Servant David Ibiyeomie... One of the notable miracles was:<br />
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A woman who came to the program (church) with crutches was healed, and also one of her legs that was shorter than the other grew back to normal size (I saw it live!). That was a creative miracle... No mortal man can do that except God!</blockquote>
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Therefore, I'm specially inviting you to the program "5 NIGHTS OF GLORY"... Come and experience God's Glory live @ Salvation Ministries Church or any of the Satellites, and Viewing Centers in Nigeria. <br />
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You can also worship live online at www.5nog.org (select Radio or TV).<br />
Time: 4:30pm (GMT+1) daily, 19 - 23 Jan 2015<br />
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The programme will also be translated in French specially for the French speaking online worshippers.<br />
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<i>I wouldn't miss this program for anything else...if I were you</i>!<br />
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See You There!<div class="blogger-post-footer">d6ecd2a99ac9689d947df8123e21b9465776842ebe0bd8782f</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877470600927142303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418380614155711348.post-62726400280890257042015-01-10T09:35:00.000+01:002015-01-10T09:35:59.643+01:00Who You Are Speaks Louder... Let It Be!A man once went to a fortune teller, curious to know what she would say about his future. The fortune tellerlooked into her magic ball and then her facial expression said it all. The man would die, she said, involved in a bus accident. This would happen within two to three months time, but she couldn't say exactly when. The man went home, depressed and worried telling himself how he never really believed in fortune tellers. Why should he now? When two months passed, he had thought about what she said, day in and day out. <br />
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Now he decided to lock himself in his house where he wouldn't come close to any busses for the next month. Another 3 weeks went by when the man came down the stairs from his bedroom to make some coffee. His little son had left his toys on the floor of which one was a little toy bus. The man stepped on the bus, after his last step down the stairs, slipped and knocked his head against the stairway railing and died instantly.<br />
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Moral of the story: "Live life on the edge, don't lock yourself away." This story helped me to overcome many of my fears... Fear only has one purpose; it holds you back! Don't let it. Carry on with your life, enjoy it, and just go with the flow, as fear doesn't resolve anything. It's like they say, "Worry is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you anywhere."LET IT BE!!<br />
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I heard a story once about an eagle's egg that had got lost or abandoned and was found bychickens. When the eagle hatched, it was loved and cared for by the chickens, brought up to act and behave as if it was a chicken. It knew nothing else... Until one day, the eagle was with his brothers and sisters pecking at the ground, like a chicken, when something made him look up to the sky. High above he saw a majestic sight, a beautiful bird soaring gracefully. Something was stirred inside him, a remembrance, a recognition of 'home'... He asked the chickens, "What is that beautiful bird up there?" The chickens looked up. "Oh that," they said, "that's an eagle, king of the birds. But forget about him, you are one of us, you are a chicken... ." <br />
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I don't know how the story ended and, to me, it is not a case of aneagle being superior to a chicken... just different. As I understand it, it's all just about remembering Who/What we really are, regardless of what we've been told by others or how we have been brought up. A rose will grow into a rose even if it's in the middle of a field of tulips.<br />
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There is an ancient Indian word "Dharma", which has two meanings. The first is, "Your nature, your true, real, essential nature."<br />
The second is, "Your purpose in life". To me the two are inseparable. I believe the word literally translates as Truth. "You are what your deep driving desire is; as your desire is so is your will; as your will is so is your deed; as your deed is so is your destiny." Or, like they said in ancient Greece, "Character is fate". Whatever we are at our most fundamental level, at our most base, whether that be something metaphysical, or something like DNA, I believe that to discover, or remember it is our 'raison d'etre'. And to live in accord, harmony with our deepest selves is the meaning of success.<br />
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"Above all, to thine own self be true."--- William Shakespeare It's been said that when we die and go back home to 'our maker', we will never be askedwhy we didn't cure the common cold, why we never made a billion pounds or anything else like that, but simply be asked, "Why didn't you just be yourself?"<div class="blogger-post-footer">d6ecd2a99ac9689d947df8123e21b9465776842ebe0bd8782f</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877470600927142303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418380614155711348.post-17842994054198285442014-12-03T19:45:00.002+01:002014-12-03T19:47:36.808+01:00The Big Day Ahead - Exam Day!<br />
Omg! I've never felt this way in my entire history of writing examinations. What engulfed me in form of fear is what I cannot explicitly explain. <br />
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It was the end of semester Examimations on Statistics. The night before, I had prepared to the best of my ability for the exam. As the time for the exam approaches, come and see me... I was literally shaking, my stomach started to upset me, my feet became cold, palms sweating profusely...Omg!<br />
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I employed all forms of Self-talk Therapy on myself, yet it seemed as though things were getting worse. I needed to talk to my best friend who offered to drive me to the exam venue... Sincerely, I felt calmness return to my system.<br />
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I went for the exams; luckily, one thing led to the other; the lecturer came one hour behind schedule. This offered me ample time to calm down my nerves... I chit-chatted with few of my classmates then made a few revisions here and there.<br />
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At this point, I really felt good about my system, I even became <strike>calmly</strike> eager to quickly write the exam and go.<br />
Immediately one hour after my arrival to the exam hall, the lecturer arrived with the exam materials, and quickly the exam was administered on us. Many of the questions were so cheap that I became more relaxed about the whole thing.<br />
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In less than two hours the exam was over! Praise be to God who had made all things possible for me!<br />
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Oh, and my best friend was still around to take me home after the exam... This was a surprise as I never expected him to still be there. God bless his kind heart!<br />
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<strong>My advice:<br />
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<blockquote></blockquote><em>Whenever you feel tensed about any situation or you're in a fix about anything; make sure you talk to someone who listens and really understands you...like I did. Or better still, talk to a counsellor!</em><br />
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<blockquote>It’s the night before an important event: a big exam, a major presentation, your wedding. How do you calm your nerves in preparation for the big day? Let's share</blockquote><br />
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Thanks for reading my post!<div class="blogger-post-footer">d6ecd2a99ac9689d947df8123e21b9465776842ebe0bd8782f</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877470600927142303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418380614155711348.post-18360700580627081762014-11-19T16:43:00.001+01:002014-11-19T16:43:43.442+01:00World Toilet Day 2014! Have You Heard That Before?Well, now you've heard. Today, November 19th, is the second annual World Toilet Day, it is recognized by the United Nations and the founding day of the World Toilet Organization was in 2001. Though it may sound like a comical issue, but it brings to light a serious global problem and a luxury many of us take for granted.<br />
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It is estimated that about 35% of the world, or 2.5 billion people, do not have access to toilets according to the World Toilet Organization 2013 Annual Report. According to the United Nations 14%, or 1 billion people, regularly defecate in the open air (no latrine, no privacy).<br />
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<strong><strong>Where are those not using toilets living? <a href="http://www.takepart.com/article/2014/04/08/top-countries-without-sanitation">Takepart</a> published an infographic on this issue in</strong> April 2014 that describes the 16 countries where the most people lack proper sanitation, including but not limited to those who defecate in the open air:</strong><br />
India, 818 million people or 65% of the population.<br />
China, 607 million people or 44% of the population.<br />
Indonesia, 109 million people or 43% of the population.<br />
Nigeria, 103 million people or 57% of the population.<br />
Pakistan, 98 million people or 52% of the population.<br />
Bangladesh, 75 million people or 48% of the population.<br />
Ethiopia, 71 million people or 80% of the population.<br />
Congo, 50 million people or 72% of the population.<br />
Brazil, 39 million people or 19% of the population.<br />
Tanzania, 32 million people or 68% of the population.<br />
Kenya, 27 million people or 64% of the population.<br />
Sudan, 27 million people or 73% of the population.<br />
Philippines, 22 million people or 22% of the population.<br />
Vietnam, 22 million people, or 24% of the population.<br />
Ghana, 20 million people or 74% of the population.<br />
Nepal, 20 million people or 71% of the population.<br />
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<strong>Did you know?</strong><br />
More people in the world have a mobile phone than a toilet. Of the world’s seven billion people, six billion have mobile phones. However, only 4.5 billion have access to toilets or latrines – meaning that 2.5 billion people, mostly in rural areas, do not have proper sanitation.<br />
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<strong>Quick Facts</strong><br />
World Toilet Day aims to promote public awareness of the need for adequate toilets to improve people’s health and save lives.<br />
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<em><em>How about: protection of your personal health and increased </em>personal safety.</em><div class="blogger-post-footer">d6ecd2a99ac9689d947df8123e21b9465776842ebe0bd8782f</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877470600927142303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418380614155711348.post-42145539507247367582014-11-19T01:33:00.001+01:002014-11-20T11:35:07.327+01:00Happy Anniversary To Nkykate's Blog, Plus Giveaway!I owe it to you my readers, we made it through together...<br />
This blog was started with no intentions at the initial start, but there was this burning flare in me to always put things out to the public; even though I had multiple thoughts about it, I still went ahead. This blog was <a href="http://nkykate2.blogspot.com/2013/11/launched.html">launched</a> exactly Tuesday, November 19, 2013 during the prolonged ASUU strike.<br />
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As at then, I've thought of what useful thing I could do with my time... I tried baking, that was when I stumbled upon Nky's site (get the link to her site on the <a href="http://nkykate2.blogspot.com/2013/12/christmas-is-around-corner.html" target="_blank">Christmas Is Around The Corner </a> post) I then got my self an oven there in school, and started trying my hands on different types of pastries... I still remember that awesome feeling I had when I baked my first cake. LOL<br />
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Google has approved our AdSense account, you can now see targeted eye-catching ads at the top right hand side of this page...isn't this an achievement? Other ads are also welcomed... <br />
We've had double blog awards... See them <a href="http://nkykate2.blogspot.com/2014/03/liebster-award.html">HERE</a> and <a href="http://nkykate2.blogspot.com/2014/04/sunshine-and-shine-on-award.html">HERE</a>!<br />
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Ehen!<br />
My appreciation goes to God Almighty for His endless Grace and Favour. Then to; <br />
Uche who was the <a href="http://nkykate2.blogspot.com/2013/11/better-day-read.html">first to comment</a> on my blog, she kept on visiting and commenting; I secretly learnt from her that I could get more readers by visiting other blogs and leaving my URL there; but I haven't heard from her for a while now and she hasn't posted on her blog (pls if you know how I can reach her please contact me).<br />
<a href="http://www.imperfectlyperfectlives.com/">Frances</a> (the latest barrister in town), she inspires me a lot with the articles on her blog.<br />
Roselyn K a.k.a. www.kazinidaily.com <br />
Jim Coy <br />
Ugonma a.k.a. Beautiful Eagle's Blog<br />
I will not also forget every other person on my google+ circle, thank you, those who read, and those who comment on my blog posts, I appreciate you all!<br />
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Thank you to my friends from school who drop by once in a while to take a peep, I appreciate you all!<br />
To mark this blog's anniversary, I will be giving out a small token just to express my deep rooted appreciation to you for rewarding my efforts so far. N1000 worth of airtime would be given out to 10 persons to first post a comment on this post... Pls leave your email address and network operator as well.<br />
It may be little in my eyes, but from my heart it is surely large!<div class="blogger-post-footer">d6ecd2a99ac9689d947df8123e21b9465776842ebe0bd8782f</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877470600927142303noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418380614155711348.post-15663429744986306392014-11-15T09:02:00.001+01:002014-11-15T09:02:51.634+01:00Best Of Nkykate's Blog - One Year Blog Anniversary Countdown 19 NovemberHi friends!<br />
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I'm super excited, and grateful to God for this blog... It's been God's Grace so far!<br />
When I look at my blog archive, I can not help but grin from ear to ear at most of the articles...<br />
Below are links to the posts I call the "Best Of". LOL<br />
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Enjoy, and do some catching up with my blog posts!<br />
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1. <a href="http://nkykate2.blogspot.com/2013/12/christmas-is-around-corner.html">Christmas Is Around The Corner</a><br />
2. <a href="http://nkykate2.blogspot.com/2013/12/best-sleeping-position-during.html" target="_blank">Best Sleeping Position During Menstrual Period</a><br />
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3. <a href="http://nkykate2.blogspot.com/2013/12/single-enjoy.html">Single? Enjoy!</a><br />
4. <a href="http://nkykate2.blogspot.com/2014/01/whos-lying-to-you-that-devorcees-cant.html">Who Is Lying To You That Divorces Can't Re-marry?</a><br />
5. <a href="http://nkykate2.blogspot.com/2014/01/way-out-of-loneliness.html">Way Out Of Loneliness</a><br />
6. <a href="http://nkykate2.blogspot.com/2014/02/office-gossip-shop-gossip-telephone.html">Office Gossip, Shop Gossip, Telephone Gossip</a><br />
7. <a href="http://nkykate2.blogspot.com/2014/02/homemade-coconut-oil-easy-steps.html">Homemade Coconut Oil - Easy Steps</a><br />
8. <a href="http://nkykate2.blogspot.com/2014/02/depression.html">Dealing With Depression</a><br />
9. <a href="http://nkykate2.blogspot.com/2014/04/keeping-up-with-social-media-troubles.html">Keeping Up With Social Media Activities</a><br />
10. <a href="http://nkykate2.blogspot.com/2014/04/20-things-you-should-never-do-as-woman.html">20 Things You Should Never Do As A Woman - A Guy's Perspective</a>.... and,<br />
11. <a href="http://nkykate2.blogspot.com/2014/10/relationship-how-mine-keeps-Enjoyflourishing.html">Relationship: How Mine Keeps Flourishing<br />
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Enjoy the weekend!<div class="blogger-post-footer">d6ecd2a99ac9689d947df8123e21b9465776842ebe0bd8782f</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877470600927142303noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418380614155711348.post-36442304371075355112014-11-05T21:49:00.000+01:002014-11-05T22:25:17.163+01:00How To Wear A Faux Bob Hair Style With Your Natural Hair<br />
Ladies get in here…!<br />
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First of' Let me wish you a Happy unique month of November 2014, may you achieve all your dreams and aspirations... Amen!<br />
In another news, this blog will be one year in two weeks time! (Wednesday, 19 November).<br />
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Now, to the main post!<br />
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You all know the ‘iconic’ hair style of Michelle Obama?<br />
In this post, I will be sharing how you can style your Natural Hair into Michelle Obama’s hair without having to cut or trim your hair (like she does) especially if you have a long hair like me. You don’t have to visit the salon or seek the assistance of a professional hair stylist with these easy steps. So, make sure you bookmark this post for future referencing. *wink*<br />
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Ready? Let’s go!<br />
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<b>What You Need</b><br />
* Your styling comb (necessary)<br />
* One small rubber-band (important).<br />
* Two small-sized hair clips (important)<br />
* A styling Spray Gel (optional)<br />
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<b>Styling Procedure:</b><br />
1. Comb your hair all back. You can style the front if you wish to.<br />
2. Tie the tip of your hair with the rubber-band to the length of your choice.<br />
3. Then, roll the hair inwards a little bit above your neck as though you are using Rollers.<br />
4. Now, with the hair rolled inwards, clip the hair to your scalp with the hair clips – one on each side (left and right side).<br />
5. Spray the styling gel randomly on the hair to maintain styling for a longer period.<br />
6. That’s it! You’ve got your Faux Bob hair style done! Go all out and flaunt what you’ve got!<br />
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NB: I don’t use styling gel, and the style lasts the whole day. Use what works for you!<br />
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<b>Source:</b> <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <a href="http://nkykate.wordpress.com/2014/11/03/how-to-wear-michelle-obama-hair-style-with-your-natural-hair/" target="_blank">My Wordpress Blog! </a></span> <span style="font-size: small;">You can check it out at your own convenience.</span><br />
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Don't forget to let me know how you nailed it...LOL!<div class="blogger-post-footer">d6ecd2a99ac9689d947df8123e21b9465776842ebe0bd8782f</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877470600927142303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418380614155711348.post-15729163552875308562014-10-14T07:44:00.000+02:002014-10-14T07:44:56.239+02:00Sweet Memory Of A Loving Father!With tears in my eyes and the memory still fresh in my heart...I write this.<br />
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It has been two years since my Father passed on. I never thought I could live a day without him. I have realized that Death is a brief separation and a temporary pain. I always say to myself how lucky I was to have a father like him for almost 22 years in my life. I remember how he was taking care of his family (other people inclusive), always kind, and he had a simple nature of always being happy because of his jolly personality... Jolly-boy as he was fondly called by his friends.<br />
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Father, even though you've lost in this material world, your memories will always remain in our hearts forever. You're now in the hands of God with peace. I know father, that someday we will see each other but the saddest part is until now, the pain you created sinks in me because I love you so much. Goodbye "father" but keep in your mind that my goodbyes are not forever; goodbyes are not the end - they simply mean I'll miss you... until we meet again!!! God Bless. <br />
Your Daughter, NK. <br />
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I hope you will realize the importance of a father in your life, so give all your love and respect until it is not too late. A father's love lasts a lifetime.<div class="blogger-post-footer">d6ecd2a99ac9689d947df8123e21b9465776842ebe0bd8782f</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877470600927142303noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418380614155711348.post-20049208275544756722014-10-12T17:14:00.000+02:002014-10-12T17:14:06.316+02:00Relationship: How Mine Keeps FlourishingUna Doh o!<br />
I recently travelled to Warri, and that is their greeting pattern. In fact, almost everything they say is "Doh". For instance, situations that warrant you to say 'Sorry', they will say Doh, 'well done' is doh, 'thank you' is doh. I think I like how it sounds... And I kinda have internalised it. Another word I learnt there is 'meegwuor'. Seems like it's their greeting pattern because whenever two persons meet that's the first thing they say. What I don't know is the response...care to help?<br />
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Ok, enough! My apologies for the <strike>boring</strike> epistle.<br />
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Now, to the main gist! <br />
Whenever I see couples fighting or having an argument, The first thing that comes in my mind is: I will never allow arguments to set in my relationship (especially when I get married), or will never think to start one, but arguments seem to come naturally.<br />
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We argue about who called each other last, or who used a wrong tense in a sentence during discussions, etc. Sometimes, more than that, but regardless of our reasons for the argument (or fight), patching up a troubled relationship and having a solution is very important.<br />
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Second to God, our partners are a believer's most valuable asset. Companions provide a listening ear for our troubles, support for our dreams, and a safety net when we fall. They give us love, even when we are unlovable. They are, and must be our friends. Over the years, I have come to the understanding of what LOVE truly is, and the value of being in a relationship.<br />
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Though, sometimes we go through troubled periods and solutions were sought through the following steps:<br />
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NB: please note that these are tips that worked for me.<br />
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Address the problem.<br />
Acknowledge to your partner that something is amiss and needs to be fixed.<br />
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Determine the problem. <br />
Together, discuss where the relationship veered off-course and what wrongs may have been spoken or committed. Be honest and let your honesty be in its proper place. Remember, you are talking to your partner, another half of yourself. Yes!<br />
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Apologize. <br />
As believers, we accept responsibility for our actions and seek forgiveness.<br />
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Refuse to blame. <br />
In addition, you must avoid defending yourselves. There could be a temptation to argue over who did what; however, the goal is not proving who is right but saving the relationship.<br />
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Begin repairs. <br />
Ask, "What can I do to rebuild our closeness?" The key here is to do willingly whatever is requested.<br />
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Commit to rebuilding. <br />
Start investing your time, energy, and love in restoring the relationship.<br />
In other to have the blessings of a good relationship with a partner who accepts and loves you, you must be willing to pay the high price of patching things up. Walking away might seem easier, but in the long run, you would lose a valuable treasure. <br />
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God bless you both.<br />
Have a blessed Sunday, and a fruitful week ahead!<br />
Thank you so much for reading.<br />
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Now, it's your turn to write!<br />
What steps have you taken to restore your relationship/marriage back to life, or what steps keep you both happy ever after? <br />
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I know this post would have been more suitable yesterday being October 1, but it is better late than never... By my guess, celebration will still be on in Aso-Villa, and felicitation from all over the world will still be pouring in...to the President of course.<br />
So,here is my piece. Please after reading, say a prayer for our country Nigeria.<br />
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Stand up warrior, don't give up, <br />
Despite your bruises and wounds you must continue to fight on. <br />
Just keep your feet on the ground and stand alone, <br />
GOD watching over you, His love unfolds. <br />
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Shield yourself with UNITY, FAITH, HOPE & LOVE;<br />
Even if you fall many times, don't give up. <br />
With your determination to move forward, <br />
You may soon realize trials are a blessing in disguise. <br />
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To be a warrior is not an easy task. <br />
In the face of combat the best guides are UNITY, FAITH, HOPE & LOVE. <br />
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Stand up warrior, don't give up! <br />
Expect more trials to come, arise!<br />
Don't lose your attention, be on the right track.<br />
Don't let yourself depart from the path you're taking, <br />
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No holding back.<br />
Stand up warrior, don't give up! <br />
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HAPPY 54TH INDEPENDENCE DAY NIGERIANS!<br />
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I probably don't know whether this was a spam mail or not. It's been lying on my inbox for 3 months now, but I just stumbled upon it today and thought I should share it.<br />
Whatever source it came from, I just hope the reply is not too late, and I hope you get the reply I sent.<br />
Well, if it's from a human then I'm glad to be of help. (haven't gotten mails like this before).<br />
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Please, dear reader, after reading if there are any suggestions you have to help please do not hesitate to drop it in the comment box below.<br />
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Read the mail below--><br />
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<blockquote>Good morning, am a young man of 38 years engaged to be married November this year, I am facing some terrible issues in my relationship, i need advise from the ladies most especially. My fiancee's private part smells and it makes me uncomfortable whenever I want to have sex with her, I really love her because she posses good qualities of a house wife but the odour from her private part is making me feel sad about the whole thing, what do you advice she does to stop this odour, please I need advise. Thanks.</blockquote><br />
Please leave your advice/suggestions below, thanks.<br />
I suggested <a href="http://www.mommyedition.com/how-to-get-rid-of-unpleasant-vaginal-odor">this</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer">d6ecd2a99ac9689d947df8123e21b9465776842ebe0bd8782f</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877470600927142303noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418380614155711348.post-85661673357589862872014-09-27T20:31:00.000+02:002014-09-27T20:31:05.208+02:00Maltina Dance All Season 8 - Grand Finale!It is happening live now at The Expo center, Eko Hotel and Suites, it's live now on air at AIT, Siverbird TV, and Africa Magic World.<br />
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The Utere, Unanka, Uzodinma and Odigie families qualified for the grand finale.<br />
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The fate of the families is however in the hands of Nigerians as they (and not the judges) as they are the ones that would eventually pick the winning family. You can do this by sending VOTE (leave a space), your preferred family name to 20822. Voting costs #10 and you can vote as many times as you can. <br />
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The family with the highest number of votes automatically becomes the country’s number one dance family. PS: voting ends 7:45pm<div class="blogger-post-footer">d6ecd2a99ac9689d947df8123e21b9465776842ebe0bd8782f</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877470600927142303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418380614155711348.post-64765365384325669632014-09-26T15:52:00.004+02:002014-09-26T15:52:49.628+02:00I Missed You All! And I'm Back!Hello friends! How's it been? I know I've been inactive in publishing new posts for a while now... My apologies.<br />
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I really have missed you guys, I must admit... I appreciate all of you who kept on sending me emails to check on me. Thank you! And those who kept reading and commenting on previous posts... Thank you. I will not also forget the new blog followers, Thank you. Barr. Frances Okoro thank you so much for your sincere love and thoughtfulness.<br />
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I must confess... People who go to university are incredible! We go to classes. We read and absorb and are comprehensively tested on heavy amounts of various materials. We sleep very little. We party too much. Someone is always sick. Someone is always complaining. We become attached to close friends. We smother each other. We lean too much. We think often of the past and want to go back. We know we cannot.<br />
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We all have separate lives, families, backgrounds and pasts. We live totally different from how we used to live. We are frustrated and sometimes want to give up... Peggy once told me that she felt like dropping out, oh I felt and thought same too, but we never stop trying. We disregard health. We eat awful foods. We are forced to think about the future. We are scared and confused. We reach out for things, yet we don't find them. We try to sort out our minds, which are filled with studies, worries, problems, memories, emotions -- powerful feelings. We wander the halls looking for happiness. We hurt...a lot.<br />
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We keep going, though, because above all else, we never stop learning, growing, changing, and most importantly dreaming. Dreams keep us going and they always will. All we can do is be thankful that we have something to hold onto, like dreams and each other.<br />
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This is for all who passed through university, and those still in it!<br />
We rock!<div class="blogger-post-footer">d6ecd2a99ac9689d947df8123e21b9465776842ebe0bd8782f</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877470600927142303noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418380614155711348.post-63771113267592075902014-07-16T00:07:00.000+02:002014-07-16T07:40:19.135+02:00Excuse Me LaughHi people, how's it? Y'all know that life is not all about being serious. You've got to take a timeout to chill, and most of the time laugh off your stress. <br />
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So, I decided to share some funny photos I got from the internet with you. Hope you find them funny... Enjoy!<br />
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I was at a church service, and serious and heavy prayers were going on such that everyone was shouting at the top of their voices in attempt to bind and resist the devil and its devices. I happened to sit at the back as part of the Editorial Team in the church… There was a distracting scene, an usher and a member! What!<br />
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I only saw the member pushed the usher on the chest, the usher retaliated by also pushing him back, immediately they began exchanging punches. Oh, and these are married men. I asked myself… “In the House of God?” “the devil is really confused and is on rampage”. But then why would two grown men allow themselves to be ‘used’? Could it be anger problem or ego? All these and many questions raced through my mind in few seconds my eyes witnessed the fight. Of course I continued with my prayers, this time not allowing any form of distraction.<br />
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Thanks to some other men who rushed and put the situation under control, it didn’t escalate or draw much attention. But I know, the few who saw what seem to be like a commotion around there would be somewhat confused. Thank God they (fighters) did not start lifting chairs.<br />
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Now, I don’t seem to remember the member’s face again, and whenever I see the usher, I can’t help but to wonder… What was really the cause of their fight in the church during service?Have you witnessed similar scene, can we share? <a href="http://nkykate.wordpress.com/2014/07/08/fight-in-a-church-anger-problem-or-ego/">SOURCE</a><div class="blogger-post-footer">d6ecd2a99ac9689d947df8123e21b9465776842ebe0bd8782f</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877470600927142303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418380614155711348.post-60644124657995189442014-07-01T10:27:00.001+02:002014-07-01T10:27:33.868+02:00Happy New Month of July! My Birth Month!Yay! It’s a new Month! Am I only excited for the new month? Here’s wishing you my blog reader a happy new Month of July and a smooth sail through the year 2014.<br />
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I’m happy and thankful to God for seeing us through to this day despite all our shortcomings… His Grace still abounds!<br />
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Were you born in the month of July? Happy birth month to you… You know things I cherish so much about July born? I’ll tell you. The month of July includes the Cancer/Leo people. These people are very caring towards their loved ones, fun to be with, quiet except when tensed or excited.<br />
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They have great understanding of life and observe things closely, which others tend to overlook. They put in efforts to work, and are hardworking… Their sense of organization is commendable and their work ethics can be motivational for many.<br />
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They are susceptible to mood swings and can be explosive at times. LOL… This volatile nature may at times hamper their relationships.They’re good home makers, they value friendship and feel extremely bad when they lose a friend, they always brood about the past and old friends (this, I don’t like). The list goes on and on. Oh, they are also very secretive!<br />
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I’m a proud ‘cancerian’! Happy New Month<div class="blogger-post-footer">d6ecd2a99ac9689d947df8123e21b9465776842ebe0bd8782f</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877470600927142303noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418380614155711348.post-11473718832920858322014-06-15T11:29:00.002+02:002014-06-15T11:32:44.010+02:00Happy Fathers' Day To All DadsFather's Day to me is just as special as Mother's Day. Without either one, we would not be here.<br />
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Each parent has something to give and sometimes one parent ends up playing both roles... My father played a very important role in my life and when I look back on my childhood, he was my total inspiration. Most of everything I know today, he has taught me or gave me the strength and encouragement while walking on those stepping stones in life.<br />
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He reminds me to never give up on my dreams because one day, they could be my own reality. He has taught me that laughter, kindness and love are more valuable than gold and that when you give you get back ten fold.<br />
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Happy Father's Day to those who are there to support and love their children. Happy Father's Day to all the mothers out there who have to play a father's role and to all the fathers who have to play a mother's role. Raising children has never been easy but it takes a special parent to make a difference in a child's life.<div class="blogger-post-footer">d6ecd2a99ac9689d947df8123e21b9465776842ebe0bd8782f</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877470600927142303noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418380614155711348.post-47142577026290962732014-06-01T11:41:00.000+02:002014-06-01T11:41:55.443+02:00June Here I come... Happy New Month Friends!I am blessed everyday for the people genuinely connected to me - family, friends, and even those who have not entered it yet. Love to all!<br />
Thanks <a href="http://themagicrealist.com/">Jim</a> for always checking up on me, I missed you too <a href="http://imperfectlyperfect92.wordpress.com/">France</a> thanks.<br />
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You may not believe it, most of the richest people on earth have no money. Most of them have a nice family. Have you seen the face of a barefoot kid kicking a football with his friends? Or a poor kid walking 10 km to get to school and still smiling as if saying, "life is so beautiful"? I've seen that. Money is not everything in life. Count your blessings because you can't order a pair of eyes in a pharmacy nor buy a brother on eBay. Maybe you can buy a beautiful girl's body but not her love. When you stop chasing the money and realize what you have around you, then you will deserve money.<br />
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Happy New Month of June friends!<br />
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I first had to check my incoming before I could send her an email. I waited. There were 9 emails. This message was contained within the first email. A message part of 'The Belief Buster Mini Course Program'. Coincidence? Nah! I believe things happen for a reason. So I emailed it to her.<br />
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Tech Support: Yes, how can I help you?<br />
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Customer: Well, after much consideration, I've decided to install Love. Can you guide me through the process?<br />
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Tech Support: Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed?<br />
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Customer: Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready. What do I do first?<br />
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Tech Support: The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located your Heart?<br />
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Customer: Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Is it okay to install Love while they are running?<br />
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Tech Support: What programs are running?<br />
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Customer: Let's see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and Resentment running right now.<br />
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Tech Support: No problem, Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory but it will no longer disrupt other programs. Love will eventually override Low Self-Esteem with a module of its own called High Self-Esteem. However, you'll have to completely turn off Grudge and Resentment. Those programs prevent Love from being properly installed. Can you turn those off? <br />
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Customer: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?<br />
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Tech Support: With pleasure. Go to your start menu and invoke Forgiveness. Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and Resentment have been completely erased.<br />
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Customer: Okay, done! Love has started installing itself. Is that normal?<br />
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Tech Support: Yes, but remember you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades.<br />
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Customer: Oops! I have an error message already. It says, "Error - Program not run on external components." What should I do?<br />
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Tech Support: Don't worry. It means the Love program is set up to run on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run on your Heart. In non-technical terms, it simply means you have to Love yourself before you can Love others.<br />
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Customer: So, what should I do?<br />
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Tech Support: Pull down Self-Acceptance; then click on the following files: Forgive-Self; Realize Your Worth; and Acknowledge Your Limitations.<br />
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Customer: Okay, done.<br />
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Tech Support: Now, copy them to the "My Heart" directory. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming. Also, you need to delete Self-Criticism from all directories and empty your Recycle Bin to ensure it's completely gone and never comes back.<br />
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Customer: Got it. Hey! My heart is filling up with new files. Smile is playing on my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves all over My Heart. Is this normal?<br />
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Tech Support: Sometimes. For others it takes awhile, but eventually everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and running. One more thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everyone you meet. They will in turn share it with others and return some cool modules back to you.<br />
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Customer: Thank you.<br />
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God/Tech Support: You're Most Welcome.<br />
- Anonymous<br />
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Funny thing happened. The phone rang almost immediately. It was my friend. She explained she dropped the phone and it went dead. Then she too, went to computer to email me. And got distracted by my email to her.<br />
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"Now I understand completely what you meant by 'limiting beliefs,'" she said. "Thank you!"<br />
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...I smiled. I knew she NOW knew what I meant. Yes, things DO happen for a reason.<br />
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Always Expect Miracles! <br />
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<a href="https://m.facebook.com/people/Kassie-Wright/100001657216958?_rdr">Kassie</a><div class="blogger-post-footer">d6ecd2a99ac9689d947df8123e21b9465776842ebe0bd8782f</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877470600927142303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418380614155711348.post-22516481907933117102014-05-13T14:40:00.000+02:002014-05-20T12:52:30.427+02:00Your Kids And Violent Video GamesWhatever happend to the days when kids go outside to play in the sand, or simply with their toys? Now its all video games, every where you look that is all we see!<br />
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These days video games are very popular/common for children and also adults. There is a lot of violence games out there, the child/player uses the tactics for how to kill someone from the video game and brings it to real life. There have been a lot of incidents about shooting and killing and then what do they say why they killed someone? A lot of the answers will be because they saw it in a video game. But it’s not only about violence; it is also about what it does to your child's body, if he plays too long and never stops until he sleeps, it affects their eyes, and body will always feel very tired. <br />
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People have also died from playing video games, believe it or not people have played so long that they forget to eat, drink , go to the washroom, and they were too into the game that they didn't even want to go to sleep! Also it loses your interest of doing other things, going outside, spending time with your family, doing school stuff and also loses interest of learning new things. <br />
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Parents might think it’s good because they think they are playing educational games but how popular are educational games? Coming back to violence games, people also get confused in reality and fantasy.<br />
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I've heard some video game players who have argued that they play video games and still maintain good grades at school, one claimed to have been able to do what his mates naturally could not do because from playing video games he became proficient in the use of computer. Oh! and I have a relation who was so much addicted to PS game in his growing up days, and became proficient in the use of computer without formal training... He's now a computer engineer (in the making).<br />
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I strongly believe that violent video games are bad because children are not supposed to see that bad type of behavior because a child's brain is like a blank slate, whatever it sees it stamps into their brain and they learn it. Normally, it would be based on the type of child but really, it does not matter who the child is, video games make children violent because they see what the people in the game are doing and they copy them.<i> A 15-year-old boys parents took away his Xbox and he ran away then a month later they found his dead body. Two teenage boys went on a rampage and kill 2 police officers and 1 man after they played grand theft auto.</i><br />
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Parents need to stop using video games as a babysitter, get off the <strike>butts</strike> and start interacting with your kids!<br />
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Do you agree with me above or has voilent video games been of any advantage to your kids or anyone around you?<br />
Let's chat about it.<br />
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When you came into the world, she held you in her arms. You thanked her by wailing like a banshee. When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you. You thanked her by crying all night long. When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk. You thanked her by running away when she called. When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love. You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor. When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons. You thanked her by coloring the dining room table. When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays. You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud. <br />
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When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school. You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING!" When you were 7 years old, she bought you a toy. You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbor's window. When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream. You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap. When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons. You thanked her by never even bothering to practice. When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from one birthday party after another. You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back. When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row. When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.<br />
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...Those Teenage Years<br />
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When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming. You thanked her by telling her she had no taste. When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter. When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked. When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you could. When you were 17, she was expecting an important call. You thanked her by being on the phone all night. When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn. <br />
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...Growing Old and Gray <br />
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When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus, carried your bags. You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends. When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone. You thanked her by saying, "It's none of your business." When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future. You thanked her by saying, "I don't want to be like you." When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation. You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe. When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment. You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly. When you were 24, she met your fiancé and asked about your plans for the future. You thanked her by glaring and growling, "Muuhh-ther, please!" When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you. You thanked her by moving halfway across the country. <br />
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When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby. You thanked her by telling her, "Things are different now." When you were 40, she called to remind you of a relative's birthday. You thanked her by saying you were "really busy right now." When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children. <br />
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She quietly died, and everything you never did came crashing down like thunder. Let us take a moment of the time just to pay tribute and show appreciation to the person called MOM though some may not say it openly to their mother. There's no substitute for her. Cherish every single moment. Though at times she may not be the best of friends, may not agree to our thoughts, she is still your mother!!! Your mother will be there for you; to listen to your woes, your braggings, your frustrations, etc. <br />
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Ask yourself "Have you put aside enough time for her, to listen to her "blues" of working in the kitchen, her tiredness???" Be tactful, loving and still show her due respect, though you may have a different view from hers. Once gone, only fond memories of the past and also regrets will be left. <br />
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Sometimes, our realities remind us of the pain of others. My reality as a mother is that I get to see my daughter every day, while the reality of the mothers of the kidnapped 234 Chibok girls is that they don’t even know where their daughters are.<br />
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I looked at my daughter and tears came to my eyes that some mothers have the privileges of seeing their kids on a daily basis while the mothers of the kidnapped girls can only console themselves with memories<br />
All well-meaning Nigerians must come together and help these mothers who have been in pain for more than two weeks and make the memory a reality — the reality of seeing their children again.<br />
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Let us not for once think that the evil-doers who turn the realities of these mothers to memories cannot do the same to us if they have the opportunities.<br />
This is not a war against select group of people; it is a war against all well-meaning mothers in Nigeria as injustice to one is injustice to all. Let the mothers rise, the men who love them should stand by their right hand and the children who adore them on their left and do all we can in our spheres of influence to ensure that the children come back home safe so that the mothers can smile again.<br />
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Can you pray? Increase the tempo of your prayers. Can you fast? Add extra days to it. If what you can do is protest, please do; perhaps you are a soldier and can go to the war front please do not sit still. You are a politician or a voice that Boko Haram can listen to, please speak.<br />
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We need the girls back!!! They are innocent, they have their future ahead of them, please do not cut it short. I dare say some of them will end up being the solution we desire to restore the lost and battered glory of this nation. Please don’t kill or damage the future all in the name of militancy.<br />
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I appeal to the soldiers and other security operatives, don’t be demoralised, please fight hard, fight more and fight on. Do not let this evil people for once think that they can get away with this. If they ever get away with this, let me assure you that we won’t all be able to sleep with our eyes closed and that includes you, your wives and children. If an Emir can be killed in his palace, who is safe in his or her home? Nobody!<br />
I appeal to the political class and those in power, do not think that any right-thinking Nigerian would allow that this matter be swept under the carpet, this isn’t one of the matters we would keep mum about.<br />
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We will continue talking, praying, protesting until you make the matter your matter. If your child were one of the children that was abducted, we would probably have heard of the end of the matter. Let’s not fold our arms and let evil reign.<br />
Nigeria shall be great, only if we do the right thing and the right thing at this moment is to bring our girls back and alive.<br />
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*Mercy Johnson is a Nigerian actress, a wife, and a mother.<div class="blogger-post-footer">d6ecd2a99ac9689d947df8123e21b9465776842ebe0bd8782f</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877470600927142303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418380614155711348.post-77953822738607166652014-05-04T22:30:00.000+02:002014-05-20T13:07:11.389+02:00CHIMAMANDA ADICHIE 'The President I Want'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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By Chimamanda Adichie<br />
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Some of my relatives lived for decades in the North, in Kano and Bornu. They spoke fluent Hausa. (One relative taught me, at the age of eight, to count in Hausa.) They made planned visits to Anambra only a few times a year, at Christmas and to attend weddings and funerals. But sometimes, in the wake of violence, they made unplanned visits. I remember the word ‘Maitatsine’ – to my young ears, it had a striking lyricism – and I remember the influx of relatives who had packed a few bags and fled the killings. What struck me about those hasty returns to the East was that my relatives always went back to the North. Until two years ago when my uncle packed up his life of thirty years in Maiduguri and moved to Awka. He was not going back. This time, he felt, was different.<br />
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My uncle’s return illustrates a feeling shared by many Nigerians about Boko Haram: a lack of hope, a lack of confidence in our leadership. We are experiencing what is, apart from the Biafran war, the most violent period in our nation’s existence. Like many Nigerians, I am distressed about the students murdered in their school, about the people whose bodies were spattered in Nyanya, about the girls abducted in Chibok. I am furious that politicians are politicizing what should be a collective Nigerian mourning, a shared Nigerian sadness.<br />
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And I find our president’s actions and non-actions unbelievably surreal.<br />
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I do not want a president who, weeks after girls are abducted from a school and days after brave Nigerians have taken to the streets to protest the abductions, merely announces a fact-finding committee to find the girls.<br />
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I want President Jonathan to be consumed, utterly consumed, by the state of insecurity in Nigeria. I want him to make security a priority, and make it seem like a priority. I want a president consumed by the urgency of now, who rejects the false idea of keeping up appearances while the country is mired in terror and uncertainty. I want President Jonathan to know – and let Nigerians know that he knows – that we are not made safer by soldiers checking the boots of cars, that to shut down Abuja in order to hold a World Economic Forum is proof of just how deeply insecure the country is. We have a big problem, and I want the president to act as if we do. I want the president to slice through the muddle of bureaucracy, the morass of ‘how things are done,’ because Boko Haram is unusual and the response to it cannot be business as usual.<br />
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I want President Jonathan to communicate with the Nigerian people, to realize that leadership has a strong psychological component: in the face of silence or incoherence, people lose faith. I want him to humanize the lost and the missing, to insist that their individual stories be told, to show that every Nigerian life is precious in the eyes of the Nigerian state.<br />
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I want the president to seek new ideas, to act, make decisions, publish the security budget spending, offer incentives, sack people. I want the president to be angrily heartbroken about the murder of so many, to lie sleepless in bed thinking of yet what else can be done, to support and equip the armed forces and the police, but also to insist on humaneness in the midst of terror. I want the president to be equally enraged by soldiers who commit murder, by policemen who beat bomb survivors and mourners. I want the president to stop issuing limp, belated announcements through public officials, to insist on a televised apology from whoever is responsible for lying to Nigerians about the girls having been rescued.<br />
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I want President Jonathan to ignore his opponents, to remember that it is the nature of politics, to refuse to respond with defensiveness or guardedness, and to remember that Nigerians are understandably cynical about their government.<br />
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I want President Jonathan to seek glory and a place in history, instead of longevity in office. I want him to put aside the forthcoming 2015 elections, and focus today on being the kind of leader Nigeria has never had.<br />
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I do not care where the president of Nigeria comes from. Even those Nigerians who focus on ‘where the president is from’ will be won over if they are confronted with good leadership that makes all Nigerians feel included. I have always wanted, as my president, a man or a woman who is intelligent and honest and bold, who is surrounded by truth-telling, competent advisers, whose policies are people-centered, and who wants to lead, who wants to be president, but does not need to – or have to- be president at all costs.<a href="http://www.thescoopng.com/exclusive-chimamanda-adichie-president-want/">source</a><br />
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President Jonathan may not fit that bill, but he can approximate it: by being the leader Nigerians desperately need now. <br />
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- Chimamanda Adichie is the award winning author of Half of a Yellow Sun, Purple Hibiscus, The Thing Around Your Neck and Americanah<div class="blogger-post-footer">d6ecd2a99ac9689d947df8123e21b9465776842ebe0bd8782f</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877470600927142303noreply@blogger.com0