When a group of kids ask a child for ball and the response is 'no', you hear others say... "We will not play with you again". Many of us had scientific calculators in secondary school that got spoilt in just a week of purchase because we weren't bold enough to tell our careless mates 'No'. Many of my mathematical sets suffered this. I lost count of the number I bought, none lasted a term. Our parents taught us really well, and we won't be who we are today without their input. However there a few more things we might need to tell our kids, so as to provide them a more balanced approach to life. We were morally taught as young children that 'I'm sorry', 'please' and 'thank you' are golden words. We were taught that it matters how we make others feel in our interaction and responses. This is good and true. But we weren't taught that saying 'no' is not lesser than saying 'yes' . We were made ...
There is this story I read sometimes back on the internet and I would love to share. It was about a cosmic god and a beautiful horse. A cosmic god had a horse. The horse was beautiful and also it had many good qualities. But it wanted to be more perfect in every way. It especially wanted to become beauty unparalleled. One day the horse said to the cosmic god, “Lord, you have given me beauty. You have given me other good qualities. I am so grateful to you. But how I wish you could make me more beautiful. I would be extremely, extremely grateful if you could make me more beautiful.” The cosmic god said. “I am more than ready to make you more beautiful. Tell me in what way you want to be changed.” The horse said, “It seems to me that I am not well proportioned, my neck is too short. If you can make my neck a little longer, my upper body will be infinitely more beautiful. And if you can make my legs much longer and thinner, then I will look infinitely more beau...
Oh, how I received a Dirty Slap! 😤🤕🤧 We were returning home from school, my friends, my younger sister and I. I was in JSS 3 at the time. On our way we encountered this street kid whose name was Akin, he was such a bully. One thing led to the other and there was a clash, a serious one, it led to a little fight between him and one of my female friends with whom we were moving together. Elders in the vicinity came to the scene, settled the dispute and instructed us to go our separate ways. We separated, my friends and I continued our journey home. About two minutes after, we saw the same guy we left behind coming before us. After we were separated by elders, he actually took another route to double-cross us. This time around, I was becoming infuriated myself. What effrontery? I mean, what nonsense was this Akin of a person performing? And this was the petite me, very small body stature, but my anger was making me feel myself. That thing called anger ehn? It can make a ch...
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