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A Commentary On My Purpose Driven Challenge by Solomon Ekoja

  Digital products created: Silent night Long time ago All things bright and beautiful That name Jesus I die daily He takes a beggar and makes him a king I have a shepherd BIBLE is good enough for me – YouTube I believe – YouTube https://www.youtube.com/ekoja7 https://docs.google.com/document/d/17vaU2b9lJ7-QPFsgD00nefsjzPua7Ng_/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=117109243475770631899&rtpof=true&sd=true As a creative, one may be tempted to expend energy on unproductive ventures while the wheels of creativity rust. This was my story. Though caught in this web, the 21-day challenge from distraction liberated me from the grip of this fruitless adventure. After engaging in a critical thinking exercise to come up with a creative idea, my mind went back to my dormant 3 years old YouTube channel, which had just a video on its dashboard. The challenge challenged me to create over 10 YouTube videos for public consumption. Reasons why I chose the Carol video production: *There was a need for digital contents with the capacity to lift one’s spirit during the Christmas and New Year celebrations. *I wanted to create a routine and cultivate a positive habit that could become a lifestyle *I yearned to revive my channel after years of dormancy *I desired to create content that could be consumed by kids and adults globally *I wanted to develop my music skills *I have always longed to impart my generation positively Method approach used: As a creative, one needs to study his environment for trends/seasons to create digital products that resonate with the needs of consumers. With Christmas drawing close, the knowledge helped me to leverage the season to create some carol videos. In creating the products, I first researched the lyrics of some songs from the internet to get a personal copy. This was followed by a series of practice sessions to be conversant with the tone, pitch, and keys. After gaining some mastery, I recorded and reviewed my first video draft to measure my performance and correct lapses. With the necessary corrections taken, I proceeded to record my final videos in a calm and quiet environment. This was done to avoid unnecessary distractions. When the final recordings were completed, I saved my files safely in a phone folder. For newbies, it is important to take note of this step because failure to do so may lead to the loss of an entire digital production output. After creation, I got a data package from my network provider to upload the files to my YouTube channel. This took hours from me and were it not for my resilience, I would have abandoned the exercise midway. From my experience, I noticed that it is easier to download files from the internet than to upload them. Digital creatives should always try to imbibe the virtue of patience during this stage because; uploading may sometimes be frustrating to newbies. In addition, I tried to monitor the progress of my digital products after uploading them to gain insight into areas I needed to improve upon to retain my audience. From my observation on the 18th of December 2023, my videos were able to have about 100 views from members of the public. This progress wouldn’t have been measurable without the skill of follow-up. Digital creators should please try their best to follow the analytics of produced works because in analysis lies progress. Finally, one thing I noticed about some digital creators is that they hardly extend their knowledge and failure stories to others. To escape this norm, I deliberately took it upon myself to teach my learners/orphans how to sing some songs and engaged them to create some digital products too. This I believe may be the spark they would need to thrive in this digital era while they age. What I learned: In the course of the 21-day challenge, I learned how to create and upload video clips to YouTube. This proved to me that anyone anywhere could be a digital creator. As I deliberately carved out time to exercise my body after the day’s work, it eased me from stress and helped me to think straight. This is a testament to the important role exercise plays in spicing up the creativity of a digital creator. My visit to the NKST orphanage exposed me to the bitter plight of disadvantaged members of the public. It further enlightened me about the voluntary role I needed to play in my community. As a lucky online attendee at the Drucker Forum conference in Austria, I learned that as a leader, I needed to normalize regrets to become a better negotiator, problem solver, and strategist. In the course of the challenge, I was able to complete an 8-week business management course organized by the Tony Elumelu Foundation in less than 2 weeks. Thanks to my resolve to deliberately shut out distractions and be productive. Through the extension of my music skills, I learned about the virtue of transferring knowledge across generations. After visiting a sick colleague, I understood the importance of purposeful rest. Areas for improvement: * With primary assignments calling for my attention, there’s an urgent need to learn balanced multitasking *I need to develop my networking skills amidst varying commitments. *Deliberately scheduling rest without feeling guilty.   Click here to read a richer version of this on Google Docs.

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Breakfast For Xmas by Victor Oladejo

The yellow rays of the sun crept through my curtains and sat on my eyes when I woke up. I rolled to the other side of the bed quickly, almost falling off. Ebenezer Obey’s evergreen music was blaring from the kitchen and our near-empty room was vibrating with its echo. Jide again! I sat up and pushed my back against the wall. Now my nose, fully awake and ready for its duty, caught the smell of boiling chicken in the room. Who was cooking chicken in this sapa infested hostel? I jumped out of my bed and ran to the kitchen. By the sink with a load of unwashed plates and mosquitoes were fighting for their share of the leftovers. Jide was peeling a tuber of yam into a tray, his waist moving with the rhythm of the song blaring from his music player. “ Jide how far”, I said and rushed to the pot. I reached for a chicken lap, my fingers burned, and quickly I dropped it on a plate. “ Baba drop that one na”, Jide said and dropped the tuber he was peeling and walked to the steaming pot. “ Just lap o, anyway how come? how you take get this chicken” I asked and sat on a stool close by. “ I stole it”, he said and opened the pot’s cover. “ Baba don pay” “ Thank God o, when did he pay na. I didn’t see any alert o. Wait let me check my phone” I said. “ I have not seen Bisi today o” Jide said and went back to the yam he was peeling. Bisi? That’s true. My leg froze and a flush of coldness washed through me. I ran back to the room to pick my phone. I dialed her number, it rang for some seconds, she didn’t pick it, when I dialed again it was switched off. I dropped the phone and yanked a blue pair of trousers hanging on a rod attached to the burglar-proof of my window. I was about to leave the room when I heard a heavy knock. Who could that be? Perhaps our neighbours I thought, then I remembered we were the only one left at the hostel, other corp members had left for their states. Maybe she is here. Thank God she changed her plan. I ran to the door, pulled the knob, and opened my arms wide like a flamingo flapping its wing, ready to embrace the love of my life, then the door opened halfway and I saw who it was, my hands dropped to my waist. “ Good afternoon sir, are you Mr. Ade?” He asked and pulled at the zip of his bag.** “ Yes, how may I help you? ” I replied as I searched his face with my gaze trying to remember where we had met before. “ Okay, this is for you. ” He said and pulled a white envelope from his bag. I looked at him amazed, what joke could this be? Letter? Maybe this was baba at his jokes again, folded in this envelope are the crisp notes of my salary. I took the envelope from him and felt its side, just air and the tips of my fingers pressing the rough edge of a folded paper. “ Merry Christmas sir “, the man said and went to his bike. When I got inside, Jide was watching a movie on my bed, a bowl of popcorn on his lap. “ Baba crazy things are happening,” I said and sat close to him. “ Wetin u dey watch ?” I asked and tore open the envelope. “ Who was that ?” Jide asked and paused the movie. “ I no know o, one guy like that dropped this letter and left. People still use letters?” ” Ehen na, Np was on his shirt abi?” Jide asked. “ Yes, but how that one take concern me?”, I said and my gaze sailed to the first word: Dear Aderemi. “ Ehen Np means Nigeria postal Olodo,” he said and played the paused movie. “ Shut up joor, ” I said and continued from where I stopped: Dear Aderemi, I have decided to return to the village. I know this would break your heart but it is a cross I must carry. My life is tied to that village and the name of my family is at stake. You are the best thing that happened to me this year, I wish to express my mind but words fail me. I pray we meet someday. With love, Bisi. ———— I was praying silently that we should be rejected so we could return to the secretariat and grab any office work available when he smiled and welcomed us to his school. Jide faked a smile, I maintained a straight face. “ I am Babatunde Ishola, You can call me Tunde, but I prefer Baba,” he said and smiled. He was in his late thirties, a perfect definition of an African man in his prime, his chest was broad like an ironing board and his beard was full. Jide would later say that if the world hadn’t changed, the man would be leading raids from one village to another. “ let me show the teacher that would take you to your lodge, she is a corper too”, Baba said and gave us our files. “ Miss Bisi!” “ Sir!”, a tiny voice answered from a class and a yellow lady with a round face came in. “ They are our new corpers,” Baba said, smiling softly. “ Welcome sirs, ” She said and pulled at her cap. “ My name is Bisi and … ——— “ Ade wetin sup now? ” Jide said and stood from the bed. “ You have been staring at the window for like a minute now, who sent the letter?” “ Hmm, na Bisi”, I replied and scratched my chin. “ Another format, so you guys

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Make This Christmas Count.

Besides the usual tradition of playing out the nativity, exchanging gifts and lots of Christmas carols we have weddings, traditional marriages and other social functions. Hell, we now have Santa tossing gifts from a cart pulled by goats. Christmas can be mad fun in eastern Nigeria especially in your hometown.

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