Uche's Blog

That was an eye-opener. I sat down and began thinking again. Where I had gone wrong or how I had changed. I was doing quite well. My tenure wasn't the best, but I could say it was one of the best. My relationship with everyone was normal. So where had I changed? That night I prayed. With tears in my eyes, I prayed. I wanted to know where I had missed it. And that calm voice came again: "Be still..." I decided to let go of what had happened. That was only one out of many people. But that had come and gone. My handover was only yesterday. My successor was my former assistant. He had proven over time to be my best choice. No matter the lows and downtimes that came with my one year of leadership, I knew deep down that I had learnt a lot. A lot to keep me going for the rest of my life. People have failed to understand that leadership isn't just all about leading or being in charge. It's a period. A limited period, to learn and to unlearn.  I wasn't the best leader

 If you know or been in contact with someone who has been or just became a leader, you will agree with me that leadership comes with a lot attached. The lot includes the benefits, the downtimes, the worries and maybe the changes everyone sees. All my life I haven't had any opportunities to lead or as much be an assistant leader. I was always 'the people'. This was up until last year when I landed my first taste of leadership. I'll say this was a taste because it ended as quickly as it begun. It was kind of good while it lasted but it wasn't what I wanted. The next one that came swept me off my feet. It showed me and is still showing me that I wasn't in any way prepared.  I was so confused. This position was so great that I had the power to determine what happened in my church at school. The night of my announcement as 'Presido', I sat down on my bed and began thinking were I was going to start. This was just before my guys stormed in with chants of '

  Hey fam, its been a really long while and I have missed you all so much already.. I promise its nothing so serious. Just school work here and there. It has quite not been easy for everyone but I believe we’re pushing, as always. So to the business of the day… Fam, its ONE YEAR already!!! Just one year and the love has been so amazing. This wouldn’t have been possible without you guys. I appreciate each and every one of you deeply. I had always loved writing as a little boy. I remember starting numerous books with only a few of my friends getting to the first and only chapter. I never completed one! Whenever my friends got to read the first chapter, they would go on and on about how interesting each was, with words of encouragements and more ideas on how to finish it. But still, I never would. I would instead get a new book, with a fresher idea and start off the cycle again. This continued up until I gave up and decided writing wasn’t my thing. When I first stepped into

 The year 2020. It was indeed a wonderful one. We stepped into that year like any other year, expectant.  And unfortunately, it turned out to be not so smooth, not for all anyway. But in all we give thanks to God Almighty.  If you're reading this, you conquered. You made it into this winning year. Yes, no one is sure of how this year will turn out as I'm no soothsayer. But the best we can do is just to believe. Be as positive as possible. This is not a year to enter into, unplanned.  Last year is already enough experience. There would have been no better way to have a whip of the best teacher's cane. If you don't have a plan yet, don't panic it's not too late. Don't take it that I'm setting standards for anyone. We all know our strengths, and weaknesses too. Your plan? Set it according to these. You can't do things exactly the same way as Mr. A does. Your weakness might be his biggest strength. In whatever you do this year, aim to do your best. Your

This was my second trip round the market. Just one thing had brought me here and I realised I had spent almost half of my day here already. A black shirt.  "Check the next shop." They continued to tell me as I moved from one stall to another. It was getting really frustrating. No black shirt in the whole cloth market seemed to fit perfectly. It was either too small or not perfectly as black as I wanted.  Don't blame me for being too picky. I just needed something I would indeed value. I began blaming myself for putting up so much weight.  "Look how fat you've become, now no shirt can even fit you." I heard my inner self say. Then the thought of buying maybe a dark blue shirt came in. That won't be bad after all. They were almost the same. But again, no.  On another thought, I knew I would regret it later. I patiently continued my search. But my efforts turned out futile. No one still fit perfectly. It was time to go. I indeed felt bad that I had wasted m

Hello guys My name is Onaedo I'm here to talk about my depression People ask me Why are you aren't you ever happy? Despite how hard I try I can't bring myself to be happy I feel stifled, ashamed and embarrassed. Sometimes I wonder how I became this way I have an amazing family, Good academic results And loving friends Everything is fine on paper But all I ever see is sadness and grief There is this burden on me Pulling me down And no matter how I try I can't bring myself up Living has become a struggle And it's not good My therapist would always say Try to meditate Try yoga My problem can't be solved by exercise or meditation It's a mental disease that affects every aspect of your life Even till now No matter how much I explain depression to people They don't seem to understand I wake up every morning Feeling hopeless  And that has become my norm I'm afraid of the society, I'm afraid of myself I'm afraid of the world This is not fair Do you t

 I won't say I'm one of the best singers you'll come across or even among my clique, but I can say I try. Singing was and is still my thing.  I can't also say I learnt to sing, because I was told that growing up, even at the tender age of two, I would climb my parents' kingsize bed, which represented my stage and take up my mum's hair comb as my mic and continue to sing till I eventually get tired and fall asleep. Infact, I literally preferred singing to eating.  I grew up getting used to my mum's chants of accolades. She would smile and say it to anyone who cared to hear; "My singer, My choir master".  You can imagine the way I would feel so fly, open up my buccal cavity and sing out those lovely songs, with my mom dancing and joining me to sing in her very wonderful voice. Pun intended.  She would even say that she didn't need to have any voice, at least she had me by her side always. Right?  But with all these, I never really had that courag