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Keep winning



KEEP WINNING!

I have often listened to a popular motivational speaker on the radio every Monday; for a time, he was my
favorite. He could quite easily become yours too, given the great doses of stinging action-provoking talks he injects into your youthful veins at the dawn of every business week to cure your slough. And he always ended with a phrase: "keep winning!‟ What a capping phrase!

That is most probably the
philosophy every youth here today operates with: to win, to be the first in Latin Negroland.

This is a powerful philosophy, and the selfsame reason we find it seems true that "no one becomes successful working for others‟. Apply it to the very letter, and no one will get to their destinations joining your wagon too! For the simple reason that those who become good at winning can only do so
in competitions, as titanic plutocrats exploiting every resource around, including their employees and customers, to hoard wealth.

This is hardly a bad thing in itself: if material wealth is the ultimate
definition of your success, compete! Why not? In fact, the dominating forces in the business world are those of competition, and the celebrated players are those who have found ways to send others packing! The prayers of such have been "to buy cheaply and sell at a high price‟, or "small work, large money‟.


But as Wallace Wattles pointed out in his _'The Science of Getting Rich’_, a book which I stumbled
upon in trying to get a get rid of the struggles which laid siege of my mind upon careful consideration
of the plight of bottom-end workers of the economy, “Riches secured on the competitive plane are never satisfactory and permanent, they are yours today, and another's tomorrow”.

Accursed with something worse than materialism, the competing man deploys all diligence to ensure he is in sole possession of what could make the lives of much easier; the simple formula is to pay less for the higher value and charge high for lower value to make it quickly on the competitive plane. This is business psychopathy, a path taken by the unenlightened, and the exact reason we wish to believe money does not mean happiness, knowing many of them are rich but wretched in private. They reap cash only to start seeking happiness to purchase in the black market. What is the use of hoarding it all and then giving part in charity to those made poor for you to be rich?


The golden truth is this: wealth comes with happiness on a different highway- on the creative plane!

Youthpreneuring on the creative plane entails recognizing the truth that you do not have to beat others at anything to be successful yourself: you do not need to underpay employees or partners, hike prices during the scarcity of hoard goods, nor secure monopoly of God-given resources to be wealthy. You do
not have to take ungodly advantages of information, nor be a slave to the laws of capitalistic economies. All that has to be done is to deliver value at the right cost and do business with the mentality that the most important raw material- creativity itself- is in unlimited supply. This connects your endeavor to
higher meaning, universal creative process, and the unlimited raw materials the universe has to offer. There is more for everyone!


It is however even more difficult to walk the creative plane than the competitive plane in a market  where the sweetest jingles sound over the most worthless merchandise, and except you are totally stricken with the truth of the fact that happiness is what we are ultimately after, and that you are spiritually and philosophically wretched if your business contacts do not get the right value for their efforts, it will seem hell to take bold steps in this direction.

Whichever way you go, however, keep winning!

Jide Makinwa; JWRITES PENFIRM.

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The blackness in my spirit



In the wisps of breath, leaving my lips in soft whispers.
The tilt of my silken fingers,
My luscious lips,
And fleshy hips.

The bob of my fro'
The dip of my neck,
Down, towards my collarbone.
Can you see it?

Soft and smooth, like dark chocolate.
Maybe with a mix of caramel.

The crookedness to my smile,
The coffee brown of my eyes,
The stretches on my bum,

The blackness in my spirit.

No, not darkness.
Just blackness.

The very blackness that defines me and you both.
The fire in our spirits.
Our will to fight.
Our strength to live.

The blackness in us,
Our lifeline,
Our sense of being.
Our motivational drive.

If all could see that blackness,
Like I do, with so much light,
Then we all could live right.

Written by: Aleeyah

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What are friends for? Episode 21


What are friends for?

Episode 21

Pam got home and immediately started to pack his things in preparation to meet up with the bus taking him and other members of his fellowship to a one week camp for youths. Rita was very angry and asked why he didn't inform her earlier and he said he thought of telling her but it skipped his mind. In no time, he left for the bus.
Rita was discouraged to wait because Nath wasn't around too as he was invited to an after exam chill organized by some students in the school. She concluded to go home the next day. She thought of something profitable to do during the long holiday and what came to her mind was either teaching or learning bead making but since she knew her parents would not allow her to teach, she decided to go for the latter.

She was set to travel the next day with her belongings only for Nath to show up. He pleaded that she wait till the next day so that they can gist and in no time she agreed; quickly decided on what they can eat. She got to the market to get the necessary ingredients and cooked a nice meal.

They ate the rice and stew enriched with sliced fish, meat, animal skin (Ponmo) and a white oval-shaped ball swimming amongst the red stew but in no time they started yawning as if they both just took sleeping pills. Few minutes after, they were long asleep and didn't wake until four hours. When Nath woke, he went straight to the pot to take another round of food and while doing that, the sound of the pots woke Rita up and she joined in eating the remaining rice with Nath in the pot directly which ended with argument on who to collect the pot to eat the last few spoons in it. Nath grabbed the pot and ran towards the door but Rita followed and managed to reach the pot. She spat into the food with the hope that Nath would have no choice but give her the food; she walked majestically to her sit but Nath locked the door and kept the key in his pocket.

This time, Rita didn't know what he had done. Still facing the door, with the pot in his left hand, he shoots his buttocks a little bit back and immediately a three seconds sound like someone tearing an old wrapper with his hands came out from his buttocks; then he began eating the rice. Rita smelled it in no time and tried to run out but since he has locked the door, she got back to him and was giving him blows in his shoulder.

Nath finished the rice and landed on the bed like he was going back to sleep. He stretched his hands towards the side of the bed to carry his laptop and placed it in front of the bed. He searched through his video and played a movie. In no time, Rita joined him on the bed with one side of her skin tattooed with his.

Halfway into the movie, Nath's hands found his way making a curve around Rita's waist- it was a curdling and it wasn't an offence to both of them. In fact, at a point, Rita was moving her palm over Nath's hand as they watch the film still but it only had little effect on Nath- still normal.

  The next day which they had agreed on a date for Rita to leave came but Rita wasn't looking like she was going to leave. She and Nath continued the routine- gisting, watching movies, eating and sleeping at intervals.

It was over three days and she hadn't still left but already made up her mind to go the next day. She didn't remember to inform Nath until late night when Nath promised to tell her something important to him the next day.

Rita, I've been finding it difficult to tell you something all these while but I think I will gather the courage to tell you tomorrow evening. Don't ask me to tell you now because I won't Nath said after saying goodnight severally.

Rita replied that she was going home but Nath pleaded that she wait just for that day only in which she agreed. Thereafter, he closed his eyes, plugged in his earpiece as he listened to soul music as a lullaby for his sleep but on Rita side, she got so curious of what Nath is about to tell her.

“I knew him to be very courageous and blunt but what could this be? Is it a secret again or has he found out that I was the one that paid his school fee? Rita kept thinking about this until she slept off.