Klint's

CHANGE : this word has become a household name particularly in Nigeria. I found out that change is very constant as far as you breathe. I thought life was a bed of roses but as days turn to weeks, weeks to months and months to years I was made to reconsider my thoughts about life. Dont let either the positive or negative change life brings, swallow you. They are both dangerous if you misuse it. To use it well go into partnership with GOD! The Four things life taught me: 1)Put God first. 2)Know what you want and go for it. 3)Dont let people decide for you. 4)Persist till you succeed. I discovered that for one to experience the positive change that life brings, one has to be courageous, strong and ready to face whatsoever life brings; Destiny they say cannot be denied, but I dare to say: Your destiny can be denied by you. Don't be too comfortable with the negative change that life throws at you, and dont fight without focus, take a step, make sure you have a destination and don...

Okay, let me start by saying that I have been a Faithful Liverpool Fan for10 years and counting. For those who understand the dynamics of Football, you will agree with me that it takes a whole lot of long suffering and perseverance for anybody to support a Team like Liverpool that has had more than a fair share of losses for that long without losing faith. Really, what's the essence of this introduction? Point is that I just want to show that I have developed a thick skin to the topsy-turvies of life. To a reasonable extent, I am a loser (I am not a loser in Jesus Name). I have lost on many occasions: I can't guarantee that I won't lose again (the power to do that is far from me). So, maybe I should just give a run down of one very significant defeat I have suffered in my lifetime. Year was 2011 and I was in my penultimate year in High School (Secondary School for those of you who didn't watch American Movies or read American Novels) and I had just been appointed...

As the bus drove past The Command Children School, Enugu on our way to Abakaliki, I was reminded of the series of rejections I had suffered in the past. I was about 10 and at that age, I was just ripe for the Secondary School and the choice my Father made which was of course consented to by me was the Nigerian Navy Secondary School, Portharcourt. That choice was strange to me because I had always wanted to attend a Federal Government College but then the prospects of going to Portharcourt and of course, attending what was obviously a more elite school than the Federal Government College I would have loved to attend was obviously more appealing to me. Cut the long story short, I went to Enugu with my father to write the exam and as a side attraction, I slept in a hotel for the first time in my life... The exam was about the easiest I had written in my life at that time but strange as it sounds, I never knew or my performance till date...No Result, and of course, no admission. And th...