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Dream Killers by Humble Ogbonna.

Standing about 12.4 metres above the ground on the brick parapet of my school building, I watched with disinterest the things happening below. Horns were blaring, sirens wailing, tyres screeching and drivers raining curses on one another, oblivious of the frustrated figure of a young man many floors above. In the distance I could see the sun hurrying to its place of rest as it bade humankind farewell for the day. The orange scenery left behind in the sky would make a beautiful wallpaper for those alive to use it. The wind caressed my skin as it blew gently towards the direction of the sunset, maybe it was passing the message that many good things do come to an end after all. Many good things – Me. At this time, Dayo my roommate would have seen the handwritten letter I placed on the table, stuffed in a brown envelope and laden with tears. I could imagine him going through the letter in utter shock and disbelief and then running with all his might in order to stop me since my phone had been switched off, but it would have been too late for him. Life had always been beautiful to me. It was fun watching birds sing in harmony and listening to the incessant chirps of crickets as I walk through open fields on a sunny day smelling the fragrances of colourful flowers. Nature piqued my interest in drawing and from a tender age I wanted to be an artist. The long vacation during August however were my worst moments. It was a custom for the entire Awojobi family to spend at least a week at Grandpa’s place. My dad along with his two older brothers, their wives and all the children travel all the way to Ikenne during this time each year. Grandpa, an elitarian, always had mouth-watering gifts for any kid who had the highest score in Mathematics and he would often pass big chunks of meat to that one at every meal, to the envy of other kids excluding me of course. Mathematics was never my forte, so needless to say I had never received any such gift much to the chagrin of mom and dad. I could visualize their utter disappointment in me whenever grandpa praised other kids and sarcastically make jokes on dad about me, but I never cared, all I ever wanted to do was to draw and paint. “But grandpa, why don’t you give gifts for other subjects like Fine Art and English” I had inquired. “No, little one, Fine Art is a lazy subject and English can be mastered without much stress, but Mathematics reveal the real genius” he replied. I wasn’t satisfied with that answer, I felt that every child should be encouraged to focus on his strengths – what he is good at instead of asking all animals to climb a tree. “You’re becoming a disgrace to me Lade” father thundered. “I have been made a laughing stock in front of my dad and brother because of you. Henceforth, I don’t want to see you drawing or painting anymore in this house…” “But dad… ” “Shut up! Never interrupt while I’m still speaking. As long as you are an Awojobi, it is either you become an engineer like your grandpa or a medical doctor just like me. Not in my household would I have an artist as a son.” “Lade, I believe you can do it. Just try your best and make us proud” was all mother could say. I felt torn, heartbroken and useless at the same time. On father’s insistence, I became a science student against my burning desire for the arts. I did fairly well in Geography and tried a bit in Mathematics but had so many F’s in Physics, Chemistry and Further Mathematics , yet father was undeterred. He had me sit at home during my WASSCE on the days of Physics and Further Mathematics but to my surprise I had B2 in both subjects despite not sitting for them. I knew it was dad’s doings which I loathed. Studying Mechanical Engineering just to please my parents were excruciating. Most nights I stayed awake trying to read but could not, I doused on pills and cried myself to sleep – I was gradually plunging into depression. “Lade, you must become an Engineer no matter what” dad would often say, “Make sure you don’t disappoint us.” Mom and dad never cared about my feelings and dreams, all they cared about was their reputation and ego which hurt me like the stab of a two-edged sword. My carry-overs had become as numerous as the sands of the Sahara and the future looked bleak. I had become so depressed without a will to fight nor to live and so I decided to end it all. “Dear Mom and Dad, kindly know that I love you so much and have always wanted to spend many happy years with you, but sadly it wouldn’t be. I would have loved to freely pursue my dreams but it is unfortunate that I couldn’t and had been battling depression due to your decision about my life, that is why I have decided to end it all today, on the highest point of the school’s building. Do know that I love you now and forever. Your loving son, Lade.” It was time to bid the world goodbye. I took a deep breath, letting the air rush through my lungs in wrath and fury. A. s I had anticipated, I heard a voice shouting at me to stop. It was Dayo as he and other students hurried up the staircase, but they arrived too late as I let go and fell of the ledge… “He was fortunate Ma’am,” I heard faintly. “He landed on the back of a truck carrying hay, he needs to be taken to the theatre for surgery” the voice concluded as I was rolled away. Maybe I didn’t die afterall. Humble

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A Realistic Dream by Michael Abiola.

  Time is what we want the most but we use the worst. I have never given much thought to how I am going to spend my time after retirement. I have been focused on honing my skills and learning how to build a multi-million dollars business. But come to think of it eventually I would get to that stage where I have no choice but to retire. Although for me I might still oversee some activities that will require my attention or presence. But one thing is sure, it would be on a minimal level. Hmmmn my retirement dreams? The big question here. I would love to explore more. I would love to do the things I have always loved like traveling, trying out new foods, reading more of history, visiting historical places, going on a boat cruise, bonding with my children, write a movie or novel, and a host of other things that interests me.   Of course, traveling will be with my wife. Those kinds of thrilling and critical moments are best enjoyed with a loved one. The first thing to do after I retire will be traveling. I would visit several places. Out of the places I would like to visit, the Zlatni rat beach stands out. The paradise beach Zlatni is one of the most beautiful beaches on the Croatia coastline and at the same time the most representative panorama of Bol. It was created by deposits of fine pebbles as sediments around the underwater reef, spreading as a small tongue as much as 500 meters into the sea. The very tip of the Zlatni rat keeps changing its shape constantly due to the influence of winds, waves, and sea circuits making it appear different and repeatedly interesting. The Eiffel is also on my bucket list of places to visit. I so much love the history of the place. While so many believed the Eiffel tower to be a symbol of love located in the city of love. They fail to notice the history of the place. The Eiffel tower was stretched to the Parisian skies 127 years ago. Although now symbolic to France, it wasn’t meant to last. Without a doubt, the turning point in the Eiffel tower history took place at the 1889 universal exposition. In commemoration of the 100th anniversary of the French Revolution, a competition was organized to build on the Champ-de-Mars an iron tower with a square base 125 meters wide and 300 meters high.   Out of the 107 submitted, Gustave Eiffel’s was chosen. The Eiffel tower history was not an easy one. At the time many were against the building and vowed their concern in a letter entitled “Artists against Mr. Eiffel’s Tower” stating the tower to be a threat against the aesthetic nature of Paris. An iron tower erected smack in the heart of Paris was considered unacceptable, a stark contrast to the elegance and refined beauty of the city. For example, Verlaine nicknamed the Eiffel tower the skeleton of Beffoi to demonstrate the giant tower’s ugly appearance that was bound to disfigure the city. Despite all the uproar and resistance the frail iron tower would nonetheless see the day. By the way, the tower was named after the engineer that constructed it, Gustave Eiffel. The construction lasted for 2yrs. When it is lit up at the night, it gives a true treat to the eyes. This spectacular sight becomes appealing due to the flashing lights used on the tower. A beautiful cafe with a public viewing space is located on the top floor of the Eiffel Tower. Countless proposals are made on the tower every year. Honeymooners and couples go to the place to enjoy breathtaking views. Hence my obsession with the place. Who knows I might even propose to my wife there?   And talking about historical places I would love to visit the Great Wall of China. The Great Wall of China is one of the greatest sights in the world – the longest wall in the world an awe-inspiring feat of ancient defensive architecture. It’s winding path over rugged country and steep mountains take in some great scenery. The long walk has a long history of more than 2300 years. It was built in different areas by different states or dynasties to protect different territorial borders. The Great Wall was built to prevent invasion and to protect the silk road trade. It is a beautiful place to visit.   I am also a big fan of mouth-watering delicious meals. I would also visit some of the best restaurants in the world to try out different meals. All of this will require money. Thinking of my retirement dreams, I have never been more charged to make this a reality. For me, I believe the time is the greatest asset man can possess if used properly. This is why it must be judiciously spent. And making this retirement dream happen will be a good use of time.   Michael is a writer interested in Scriptwriting, Fiction, Human Psychology and Persuasion. He wrote in via abiolamichael02@gmail.com

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Awakening The Fathers’ Dream by Saberedowo Oluwafisayo.

In recent times, the call for restructuring the nation has become louder than ever before. Well-meaning Nigerians including professors, public affair analysts, political and economic experts within and outside the country are now calling for the restructuring of the nation. While some see restructuring as a bailout from the projected doom’s day of Nigeria’s economy, others are demanding the shot to avert political bigotry and corruption that currently rule the political space. No matter the side of the story we may choose to identify with, Nigeria, as we have it today was never in the state that the founding fathers foresaw. Back in 1960, Nigeria was a new nation with the potential to be among the world’s leading power thirty years down the line.  She was the giant of Africa and a potential seat seeker among the advanced nations of the world. This was what made the late Chief Obafemi Awolowo, Alhaji Abubakar Tafawa Balewa, Dr. Nnamdi Azikwe, and the host of others fought for her independence. They were of the opinion that the nation cannot reach her world-class potential in the hands of the Whites. Therefore, in order to prevent the vine owners from settling down for sour grapes, these heroes became restless, placed their lives on the line, and forged ahead in harmony to demand a nation we could truly call our own. It’s 60 years now, but Nigeria, the nation of promise with the projected future wallow in the quagmire of backwardness and corruption. Indeed, the Nigeria of today in light of the founding fathers’ dream can best be described as a hijacked plane with a dead pilot on air! We cannot deny the abundance of natural resources God has blessed us with as a nation, neither can we deny the human resources raised on our soil who after being rejected at home now hold the world stage in different countries. The call for a better Nigeria is therefore justified if we must make progress as a nation. However, restructuring is not the way out. No matter how appealing it may look, restructuring will only amount to taking poison in the guise of a cure. This is because even with restructuring, the nation would only fare as far as the leaders allow her to go. Restructuring the nation does not eradicate corruption from her political sphere. In fact, any attempt to restructure the nation without good governance first will make corruption and favoritism grow wings like never before. Giving in to devolution of 60% of power to the states or going back to regionalism as some had opined would amount to a speed in the wrong direction. Such efforts will be tantamount to giving corrupt officeholders a higher chance to feed their greed. These bad eggs will go on to amass the region’s wealth as private property while backing it with constitutions that would be formulated to silence their critics. The consequence of this would be regional stagnation and development ratio that is based on the level of corrupt office holders in each region. This means that each region would develop based on the sincerity and greed quotients of her leaders. Such loop-sided developments would in turn foster coups and unrest in affected regions. Moreover, restructuring Nigeria can lead to secession. A region that becomes dissatisfied with federal ruling can easily cave herself into an independent nation. Already, Nigeria today is riddled with many voices crying out for secession. Recently, a group of dissatisfied Yoruba’s from the West lent their voice to the creation of Oduduwa Republic, the cry for Biafra has also been raging since the time of the civil war. Any shot at restructuring will strengthen these resolves and Nigeria may finally be divided into three different nations. If restructuring could cause so enormous harms as these, then it is best we unify our voices and demand for good governance. After all, the problems we face as a nation today have their roots in years of bad governance. At this tense period when there seems to be no hideout for oppressors and political tyrants, thanks to the invisible whip of social media and international human rights concern groups, restructuring is the last card our corrupt politicians will want to play to remain perpetually in power. They have switched political parties and gave empty manifestoes for so long. Now it has dawned on them that the citizens are not buying the lies anymore. Restructuring has become their only hope to tarry in power a little longer. The time has come for the masses to arm themselves with their constitutional right to peaceful protests. Democracy allows the electorates to demand accountability and transparency from those voted for. Corrupt politicians should be made to face the full wrath of the law. They should be impeached and made to serve jail terms as the law demands. Sanity should be restored to the political space and the constitutions revisited. The nation belongs to the people and only politicians with true love for their country should be allowed to contest ever again.   Saberedowo Oluwafisayo, a 500L student of Physiology, LAUTECH is a poet, content writer, word coach, and blogger at physzy.com. He wrote in via sabshayo@gmail.com

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The Nigeria Of My Dream by Paul Akherialea.

  Over the years, since the great colony, Nigeria, became a sovereign state, togetherness has always been a hotly-debated topic that often divides opinion. In this recent time, it seems as though the nation is about tilting off the edge and so, many theories of cohabitation are being proffered. But it goes still with the saying, that, “hope is the last thing that dies”. It is therefore my pride to believe in the emergence of a new Nigeria; the Nigeria of my dream.  To start with, now perhaps more than ever has there been a repression and continual parade of fear and panic in Nigeria. Nigeria has been steadily encroached with deleterious impingements of tribal agitations, ethnical predilections, insurgency, economic instabilities, morale infringement and general moral decadence. All through my childhood to this day, the deteriorating state of the nation has been the headlines of the news. The news is either introducing a new call for panic, complain or fear. However, within these uncertainties, through new eyes, one can see a promising Nigeria with befitting applaud and ovation. I have read in the hall of fame of how Nigeria had stood tall in civilization even before the Neolithic Revolution period; how she thrust through two centuries of the British Colonial over-lordship among the vanguard of the African continent and how she joined in the comity of independent sovereign nations reputably. Although the wake into the fading label of this great country and the uprising tussle for stability in these recent times is sickening, I cannot be too punch-drunk to slum into the question of; “what happened to the Nigeria of our fathers’ dream?” Because, there is more to the future than meets the eye. A dignified Nigeria can always emerge.  Tellingly, it is always very easy to recollect the fissures within the structure when Nigeria attained her independence. The seeming shove over the years have been the contest of a federation where true federalism is not being practiced, marginalization and unbalance federal structure of ethical proclivity, the intimidation by politicians and bureaucrats who only want to satisfy their ill political adventure; nothing more, and evidently, the fight for the abundant resource. These notwithstanding, I dream of a new Nigeria which must not only ‘sustain’ but work to improve and thrive; actualizing her full potential as a label and icon in the Africa continent and beyond. A country integrated in harmony, knit in the edifice of her diversity. A country partitioned into a colony not by the Berlin conference of 1884/1885 or freed from the confines of white skinned men by a coalition with an aspiration for ‘just independence’. But a country that strove as one, through thick and thin with a resolve to function as a ‘culture area’. This; is the Nigeria of my dream. A people who would live in harmony, with industrialized states, serviceable health sector, efficient educational system, ethnical coherence, tribal indifference, shared governance and social justice. Social justice with synergy of right to life, right to dignity of human purpose, right to fair hearing, right to private and family life, right to freedom of thought, conscience and religion, right to freedom of expression and the press, right to peaceful assembly and association. I dream of a country where power is given to the people. A place where after having stood under the whisky sun for several hours, you would sit and smile as the sun finds its rest while waiting for final results because you knew that whether it fell on the favor of your choice candidate or not, your vote counted and election was free and fair.   Furthermore, it may seem that the sole reason for the brain drain and relocation of Nigerians to other countries is the search for greener pastures, but looking at this drift critically, people indeed need a leadership under which their life, health and security matters allot and this also, is the Nigeria of my dream. I dream of a Nigeria where the Igbo man would put on the ‘babban riga’ and the headpiece of the ‘fula’ and the Igbo woman would tie round her waist the ‘abaya’. I dream of a Nigeria where the Hausa man would wear the ‘agbada’ coupled with the ‘sokoto’ and his wife would tie the ‘gele’ and love to wear the ‘aso oke’. Not for ceremonial purposes or for favoritism during campaign lodges and flag- offs but to have a good feel of the beauty and the richness of the cultures of this great country. I desire to see a nation of icons and elites, compatriots who would blaze the trail in any sphere of influence they represent outside the country, especially, culturally. People like the Nigerian Professor, Charles Egbu, who was recently appointed Vice-Chancellor of Leeds Trinity University, Late Prof. Chinua Achebe, Prof. Wole Soyinka, Olajumoke Olufunmilola Adenowo, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie among others. Also, on the political front, I look forward to a Nigeria where there are no internal rivalries. A Nigeria of peace and hope just as she is known for her commendable peacekeeping interventions and operations and her influence in securing the independence of the member States of the Africa continent. Just like the Nigeria who proposed and received ECOWAS endorsement for a Standing Mediation Committee which should intervene in a timely fashion during the crisis in Liberia under the administration of our beloved then head of state, General Ibrahim Babangida. In fact, the existence of, and peace in Liberia and Sierra Leone today are traced to the peacemaking, peacekeeping and peace-building efforts of Economic Community of West African State Cease-Fire Monitoring Group (ECOMOG) led by Nigeria. This is the Nigeria of my dream.      In addition, Nigeria overtook South Africa as Africa’s largest economy since 2013 and has remained top on that list. This is a global applaud for my dear country and her influence is wide growing. Investment by foreign countries in Nigeria is growing. Nigeria in the present may be a challenging place to operate but as remarked by American’s economist and writer Cook, “the nation is too important to ignore”.1 This too, is the Nigeria of my dream. Commending the Nigeria entertainment, media and arts industries, the Nigerian Film Industry (Nollywood) is globally recognized as the second largest film producer in the world. It is one of the priority sectors identified in the Economic Recovery and Growth plan of the Federal Government of Nigeria. These industries has spun a new level of enculturation so much so that recently, words from the Nigerian ‘pigin english’

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The Pipe Dream Of Nigerian Youths by Osanyinro Oluwaseun. 

  The dawn of the day saw him fetching water from the well and singing at the highest pitch of his voice which of course could wake the dead in the house. As if that was not enough, the lyrics of his song would have surely made the dead laugh. He was singing of his enviable future of dropping out of school because he wanted to be a musician, composing a hit song, making millions of dollar, building mansions, buying cars and becoming God’s gift to women. A future the Nigerian entertainment industry has sold to its audience should have to be recognised. A future seen in popular Nigerian songs and movie. A future Nigerian entertainers are living or shown to be living. Presently, the entertainment industry has the loudest voice in the lives of youths.  We could the blame social media for creating the avenue for entertainers to display their affluence, we could blame the entertainers themselves for showing off on social media or we could blame the youths for being gullible enough to believe all they see on social media is real. Yet, the blame game cannot stop the cankerworm called materialism still eating deep into the hearts of the Nigerian youths. According to the English dictionary, materialism is a state of constant concern over material possessions and wealth. A state where every other thing seems secondary save physical possessions one has such as cars, houses, gadgets, phones and even money. While these possessions are of benefit to man, a constant concern over their absence or eagerness to possess them at any cost is detrimental.   The Nigerian entertainment industry has since time in memorial favored individuals with material possessions and wealth at the expense of wisdom, arts and crafts or education. Interviews granted are mostly of young people who have made millions at an early age and have material possessions to show for it rather than youths that have made world record in inventions or education. A musician that just bought a vehicle worth millions is celebrated while a person who won an international writing competition may not be known. Lives of entertainers are being watched or followed on the social media where they show the world their newest acquisition almost every day. Today, youths spend more time on social media, are more materialistic and less involved in hard work. An example can be seen in youths preferring to sit in a house for 90 days and come out with millions of naira instead of working.   A ripple effect of this cankerworm is unhealthy competition. Nigerian youths have begun competing with one another as to who has more material possession. In bid to take after their models in the entertainment industry, most youths seek to possess materials even beyond their capacity. It is of no wonder one could see a jobless youth using the latest I-phone product or buying latest clothes or shoes and would involve themselves in fraudulent practices just to acquire them. This can be seen as the percentage of young Nigerians involved in scam, drug trafficking and sexual misconduct is on the increase. They would stop at nothing to be able to rub shoulders with Nigerian entertainers and be recognised by the industry.  While forgetting that human wants are insatiable, one of the effects of materialism is dissatisfaction. As the Nigerian entertainment industry encourage the acquisition of more and more possessions, youths become dissatisfied with their current state and want more. Whatever they possess at a particular time becomes obsolete and they want whatever is the latest. They want whatever is being celebrated at the moment.  Inferiority complex has become a burden pledging lives of Nigerian youths that for one reason or another are unable to join in the rat race of materialism hosted by the Nigerian entertainment industry. Also, as life does not always go as planned, some youths in this rat race may realize that things seem not to be working out. The two parties may fall into depression and become anxious of the future. With a lot of news on suicide and suicidal thoughts of youths, one could trace it down to a need not met at a particular time and might further trace it to a material possession not acquired.  With unhealthy competition on one shoulder and dissatisfaction on the other in this race, Nigerian youths have little or no savings for rainy days. Every dime earned is immediately spent on purchasing the latest gadgets so as to look good in the eyes of peers. The lack of delayed gratification has thrown many into a state of dilemma during rainy days such as loss of job.   To cut the snake by the head, the Nigerian entertainment industry should endeavor to promote more educational shows, celebrate achievements in relation to hard work and inventions. Little milestones reached should be hailed and not just those that have it all. Songs and movies that encourage contentment and legal means of becoming famous should be made popular. Effects of materialism should be curtailed in Nigerian youths before they become incorrigible.    Osanyinro Oluwaseun, a graduate of Microbiology and currently a master student of Public Health at the University of Ibadan runs a blog on WordPress deejemima.wordpress.com

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 An Incident Inspired By My Dream| Olomu Oladipupo Micheal   

  Life is an interesting phenomenon! Filled with lot of activities, missions, agenda’s; all these working towards the fate called “Future”. Thinking back and remembering how it all started gives me a goose bump, hmm a goose bumps indeed. Believe it or not, whatsoever we are today (presently) is as a product of what we once anticipated to be directly or indirectly. If I can recall clearly as far back in the year 2009, just gained my admission into the senior class (Government Secondary School, Jikwoyi, Abuja). I was kind of happy and unhappy; this was as a result of my stay in the science class been threatened as consequences of my ‘D’ grade in mathematics in my Junior WAEC result. It dawned on me that my vision to become a petrochemical engineer in the nearest future is about to be altered completely. The senior mistress academy then Mrs. Ngonzi was so adamant over the fact that any student with a ‘D’ grade in either mathematics, integrated science or both subject aren’t staying in science class and as a matter of fact such student has no other option than to decamp to either social science or perhaps art class. Seems some fate is inevitable, I said to myself. My dad always wanted me to remain in science class despite the pressure I was then experiencing. He always wanted me to become a medical doctor; fact is I never loved that career called medicine. Hilarious isn’t it, a contradicting aura dispensed by father and son. My dad bought me all sciences textbook just to motivate me to remain in science class, seems he was completely unaware the type of pressure I was undergoing in school by the senior mistress academy (chemistry teacher) to leave science class to other classes. According to her it was not the end of the world but the beginning of something new and amazing, to her isn’t it? But to me I feel as though my world is tearing apart. Having no other choice, I decided to leave science class to social science class. My best friend and seat mate Okolodibe Victor felt the sadness emanating from me as I carried my bag and was about leaving science class. Something impossible and confusing happened that hour which kept me in a state of awe till date. There was an urgent conference seminar organized by the education board for science student specifically. Although the seminar was organized in another secondary school big enough to contain over 1000 student, neighboring schools (in the same Geo-political region, AMAC zone) invited not far from the scheduled venue of the conference meeting are to come along with at least fifteen (15) student to represent their school. As I was about leaving the classroom Mr. Adole (physic teacher) stepped into the classroom and pointed at five neat and well presentable students. Fortunately I was among the student; I was afraid, I thought I was going for a scientific competition and I knew nothing. All manner of thought ran through my mind, I was like what will I do if am been asked a question? After lot of series of confusing thought during the course of the journey, we finally got to our destination (Government Secondary School, Karshi, Abuja). I was so eager enough to know what we came for and what we are about to do, like any normal individual I started analyzing the environment and calculating all possible possibilities. Hmm thank God, it is just a seminar presentation program I said to myself. I was like well let me just attend the program after all am getting the hell out of science class I said to myself. The speaker of the day is personnel from the Education board; a very intelligent and outspoken individual. Forgive my manners but it seems have forgotten his name, I feel so bad indeed that have forgotten his name. He talked about our scientist have been the pillars of evolution, mentioning great scientists like Michael Faraday, J.J Thompson and others. His words were captivating and motivating at the same time, enlightening every fiber of my passion. One major word he uttered that kept me pushing after that day “whatsoever you are passionate for, whatsoever you want to do and you know you really want to do it! Don’t give up, don’t just give up and keep pushing”. After the seminar program we all left to our respective venues, still in a state of awe I said to myself “science class we die together”. I got to school the following day with the mindset that I was going and goanna be a great engineer in the nearest future, went straight to the senior mistress academy (chemistry teacher). I begged her to give me the grace of first term to prove myself in science class, funny enough and God’s willing she accepted. Unknowingly to me, it was just the beginning of my journey to destiny. I won award as the best chemistry student in my school, second best in mathematics and many other little achievement via the process of representing the school in scientific competition. I was even made the chemistry lab prefect and today am a Chemical Engineer graduate of the Federal University of Technology Minna. Indeed, whatsoever you want to do and you really want to bring it into fulfillment is worth fighting for. Most times we just have to believe in ourselves and go after what we want with all zeal and strength.   Olomu Oladipupo Micheal  wrote in via olomuoladipuposamuel@gmail.com

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