It was a dark silent night, on a Tuesday, I was coming from a friend's house. The remembrance of our gist made me smile to myself -though I always smile on every little chance I had to. Miles away from my friend's house and few distance to mine: I noticed a young man approaching me, his looks cautioned me and made me lost the aura that made me smile, I tried all I could to avoid him, but the more I do, the more vulnerable I seem.

Who could he be?, he was a bit rough with a questionable haircut -I think they call it 'afro', he wore a sleeveless top and a rag-like jean short -the one they termed 'crazy jean', with a canvas.

Right at that moment, fear was sent down my spine and it occupied me that I couldn't think of anything to do as rumors of bad deeds that happened on the path flash to my memories. The path I'm on was surrounded by bushes though with a lot of uncompleted buildings and the next  occupied neighborhood is out of sight.

I tried all I could to send fear out of my body and it seems I overcame, but on reaching him, he grabbed my hands and I managed to slip out of his hands and I take to my heels, but in few seconds he caught on and grabbed me, covered my mouth with one hand and held me with the other. I don't know what he is up to, if he's going to rob me, I had only my phone on me and I forgot my purse at home -that's what got me trekking, I could have board a bike.

Before I knew it, he head towards an uncompleted building though roofed but with no door, I struggled to shout but I couldn't make a sound as his palm covered my mouth and sealed my lips, when he seems relaxed and thought he has won over me, I managed to bite him and escape, but was stopped with his stretched hand, he slapped me immediately that I landed on the floor with my face down, before I could look up, he already unzip the rag he called short and jumped on me, I tried getting off and couldn't run beyond his reach. I was forced against my will to lie down and I gave up as I felt powerless and behold I was raped and was deflowered. I felt the pain in my bones plus the one I got from my hymen breaking.

My heart was choked and I felt that minute, my life was disarrayed, after few minutes, he left me helplessly on the ground and dashed away. I wept like that's going to be the last time I will cry, though the deed was done, but I felt the huge blow and an empty pit where something big and irreplaceable was taken. I found my way home and narrated the horrible experience to my sister who I was living with, she advised I go to the hospital of which I did the following day.

But ever since I wasn't the same again, I felt I'm irrelevant. What can I do please?, I need comfort and advice on how to get over my sense of irrelevancy.

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Overtime, I laughed when I go over my chats with some people because a lot of them contains unfulfilled promises.

Memories of how I smiled on hearing the promises flash and they made me repeat the smile. Maybe list of unfulfilled promises is what made to trust no one or I'm like that from onset. I only trust some set of people headed by God who if they failed or delayed promises, I'll still trust their words for me.

I remember then when am still naive (so to say), every single promises excites me, they made me a rubber ball which bounces and rebounds on every single stroke.

A very perfect example is when I was in the third year of my junior secondary education (JSS3), my dad promised a blackberry phone -of course you know what it means to own a blackberry then now. On every single call, I answered twice, I became the boxer of animal farm that chose to work tirelessly -though I'll still work with nothing attached, but the promises is a motivation to do extraordinarily, especially when it's attached to my academics performance.

Promising is good only when they are realistic and was fulfilled -or the reasons will be visible genuine and reasonable if at all it will fail. Because as much as it adds to our credit, that much it's discredit us if we failed.

Well, at the long run, I was unable to own the promised blackberry, and this made me not-too-excited when I received any promises especially on getting a phone then. Though I later got one when I was in SSS 3 -you want to know the type, lol, it's NokiaC1-01 (at least I can ranked up with the bosses then).

Don't promise I repeat

Don't promise just to say something, don't promise to make someone happy especially the ones who holds your words with respect, if you have too much succeeding failures, your words lose value and virtue, even if you are not promising them.

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Isn't it funny?, How they promised us a government of the people, by the people and for the people. How they promised us a country ruled  by the sages' opinion for our benefits -for a comfortable living.

And what saddens is, those who initiated our freedom from colonialism didn't dream of what's happening currently. I don't know if truly they watch from heaven as legend has it, but if they do, I wonder how they will be feeling.

Major -in the book "Animal Farm" stirs rebellion amidst the animals against their owner, Jones which was successful shortly after his death.

I wonder how he would feel when watching how Napoleon turned the desired democracy into tyranny thereby oppressing his fellow comrades.

But if I was asked who's at fault, I will say it's the citizens of the animal farm. I'm cruel? Obviously, I'm not. Just learn out my reason for saying so.


The citizens of the animal farm were at fault because they chose to leave under the shelter of mediocrity. They believed the pigs are better and were the only one solely blessed with knowledge and they can't be better.

Look at it like this, if they strive to learn and become the author of education, they would have escaped the tyrannic agenda of the pigs -napoleon especially which was unknown to them from the beginning of the rebellion, or maybe he didn't had such agenda before, but was conceived when he see their display of mediocrity. Coupled with the expulsion of Snowball who loved something good for the citizens -judging from his commitment to the commencement of the windmill.



Despite boxer's commitment, I'd blame him for being lazy to speculate and examine Napoleon but came up with the philosophy "Napoleon is always right". And the smart guy took advantage of it to boost his morale in despotism.

Don't settle for the less, that's my advice to you, never say it's too hard for you. All things are possible and you can do all things. Overcome your inferiority complex asap, else you will pay homage to those you rated higher in due time.

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Wind starts blowing,
Rain starts falling,
Overcoming the drought
That command life out of us.

Days of waiting,
Stylishly crept away,
Light sprung up,
Illuminating our gloomy soul.

Men are waiting,
Eagerly watching
Speculations says it's over,
But we saw an hand of hope.

Like the history of Israel,
"I saw a cloud of rain like hand" he said
After 3½ years of drought,
Yes! It's happening again, hope is rising

Hope is rising,
Men are happy,
Weeping may tarries till night,
Surely joy comes in the morning.

My dear citadel of learning,
Being stuck down by a thunder of inactivity,
With no man to trod upon its land,
Is feeling men are coming around.

Hope is rising,
I'm glad, it's rising.
Thank God, we aren't stuck forever,
Thank God, a glimpse of hope is rising.

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Recently, I dropped a question on my wall and I do appreciate the answers I got as comments.

And now I will write on my thoughts on the question. This question is this "what do you do when your expectations are cut short?"

Overtime, we have list of expectations unfulfilled, we have desires unaccomplished and dreams that seems as ordinary nightmare. Though before these things become reality, they will go through a lot of process that kept us waiting and now the question is what do we do when the process failed along the line?

The simple truth according to my thoughts is that keep trying, yes!, Keep trying. But one thing is - according to how I replied a comment on the post, are we not flogging the dead horse?, Are we not painting an unrealistic image?

A lot of process failed, and yet we keep trying, but surprisingly, it all ends in failure, wasted effort and the pains will be much more than failing to start pursuing in the first place.

And now this is my advice, when expectations are cut short, keep trying but be sure you are not chasing the wind.



Believe and keep trying.
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Abayomi Adeoye

My review on No excuses!

I have been hearing about self discipline, but upon reading this book I agreed I don't know the power self discipline holds and how greatly it can transform ones life even in some area you don't think of.

If someone should tell me that self discipline is related to my happiness and peace of mind, I will be wandering in darkness on how such could be. But this book open my eyes to much I can enjoy from being disciplined in these areas of life.

The possibility of learning lessons in advance is in this book, as I learnt of how self discipline could help you in marriage and childrearing (of course, I don't need that now, but the lesson is learnt in advance), and the probability of returning to the book is approximately unity.

Only if someone wants to punish me will the person say what's my favourite chapter of the book, because I found every chapter interesting and educative.

The book cover twenty one (21) power of self discipline (21 ways to achieve lasting happiness and success, as the cover page put it), including business and even upto physical fitness.

Mere reading "about the author", you will know you have "No excuse" of being mediocre, because I found a lot of motivation from his experience and his application of self discipline both in business and in family.

If am asked for rating, I will give it 5-star and recommend it for others.