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5 VITAMINS TO TAKE DAILY FROM AMANDA GORMAN’S INAUGURAL POEM

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  While Kamala Harris made history by being the first black woman to become the US Vice President, Amanda Gorman also made history by being the first youth inaugural poet ever. Awe, amazement and wonder filled the minds of many- home and abroad. It was not just about the poem read but the wisdom and craft contained in it. In fact, a political commentator, Van Jones, described her performance as powerful and eloquent. He made further statements saying that the society is filled with so much data but  “data ain’t wisdom”. It is the reality of our society that data outweigh wisdom. This is the reason why I thought to highlight five themes from Amanda's poem that we could absorb into our lives in the midst of the data-filled world. I call them 5 VITAMINS because vitamins are essential for healthy living. Many a time, unforgiveness cloud our sense of judgment. It becomes difficult to see things as they really are. It could lead to biased thoughts, misinterpretation of actions, viol

THE DARKEST DAYS

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    "W here is my blood? Where is my blood?" a woman cried. She was sitting on a plank (usually used by traders to advertise their goods) in front of a closed shop. She folded her arms, wiggled her legs, and after about two to three minutes of biting her lips and nodding her head, she spread her arms in the air and screamed "Where is my blood!" The second time, she will bite her fingernails, thump her chest and say "My blood, My blood. Where is my blood?" and become silent.   People in the street regarded her as a mad fellow and no one identified with her as a neighbor, relative, friend, customer or a familiar passerby.   Days, weeks, and months passed, yet, each time I walked along that street, she repeated the same behavior. The owner of the shop she stayed in had travelled (so I heard from people).   Different situational analysts began to spread rumors about her condition. Some said out of sincere sympathy that she might have be

THIS THING CALLED THE MIND AND THE MOUTH

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  Lengthy talks compressed into fewer words. Here is the key. Decode. The mind comes into the world tabula rasa. It is a clean slate. The mouth is the pen; the words, the ink. The mind is the paper; the access, the medium of hearing. The mouth comes in contact with the mind. Boom! If the ink be bad, it blossoms. If it be good, it blossoms still. If the ink be bad, it is dangerous. If it be good, it is safe. If the ink be bad, it is poisonous. If it be good, it is life-giving.   These two seem to be involved in a daily, weekly or lifetime combat about who will prevail and what will stay. But, The mind is not totally helpless like a literal paper. It is not totally at the mercy of the external.   The access depends on its carrier. It   examines the ink   about to be used on the paper. It separates manipulation from collaboration.   It separates bias from fact. It differentiates between objectivity and subjectivity. It separates respect from mockery a

I KNOW WHAT YOUR NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION LOOKS LIKE

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Yes, 2021 is here. And this is exactly what your resolution looks like. Wait. Let’s make a deal.    If it does not look like your New Year’s resolution, you will include it. But if it does, type the word ‘yes’ in the comment section and I will give you a shout- out. So, let’s get started. Think of how hard it is to tell a boring joke. Of course, it is never funny but that is the main reason why you should laugh. Include it right away if it is not part of your list. . A child will unashamedly make the announcement  ‘I want to poo’  or wee, be it publicly or privately. As an adult, you can attend to this need of yours without making such announcements yet you withhold the waste seeking escape from your bowels. This year, commit to releasing them at the right place. You could also commit to releasing the chief of them all (poo) in the morning so that you might not need to be interrupted during the day. And even if you have to, please do. Note that the right time to grant the solid, liquid

WHY YOU SHOULD REFLECT: LET LOVE AND LIGHT LEAD

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  From a personal view, 2020 has been a year of great happenings, most of which were overwhelming. It has been a year of discovery, innovation, self-sufficiency and interdependence.  It is a year that revealed the importance of family ties, friendship, and those little moments of love and care. It is a year that brought many apart and some together.   It is a year where the pressure on mental health tripled. In a nutshell, 2020 has been a year of massive change but most importantly, a year of abundant grace.     In education, there is a term called “Previous Knowledge” . This refers to what the teacher builds on in order to introduce a new concept to the students.  Failure to make connections with the previous knowledge could lead to students’ outright confusion. The students should be able to connect one plus one to two (1+1=2) before two plus one to three (2+ 1=3) and upwards. We are at the brink of a new year. It is a common and healthy practice to write down your goals for

THE BLEEDING HEART by favourtells

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    I lift my head; my heart low. I lay me down; my heart burdened. I look to see; my eye goes wet. In the midst of trials, they find me strong. Could it lead me strong or break me down?   Will patience and compassion my heart breed Or hatred and contempt? Will union and understanding it foster Or estrangement and barrier bring?   I become ruthless to succeed; my feet goes. So high I stand without apology. So high I go; my shadow out of sight. A reunion won’t do A permanent separation and a lesson to learn from Is worth it.  

IN THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS by favourtells

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  Two men were fighting. (No, it should be two men seemed to be fighting.)   Their names were Macbeth and Gabriel. Macbeth nodded Gabriel. “Arrrgh!” it was agonizing.   Macbeth felt excited and decided to give Gabriel a “smack down”.   Gabriel would not take more. He moved backwards to create a reasonable distance like a stone stretched in a catapult. After creating the distance he wanted, Gabriel ran speedily towards Macbeth. “Diitch!” a punch landed on Macbeth’s face. “Diitch!” another punch landed. Macbeth began to cough out blood. His eyes became dim as he staggered. Gabriel stood, waiting for a violent reaction from Macbeth so that he would complete the tactics at heart. A pounding sound was heard. Macbeth had fallen dead.   Gabriel smiled and took from Macbeth what belonged to him. That was when I realized the genesis of this conquest.   Macbeth planned to take Gabriel’s robe by force just to exhibit power and control. The first robe he