OVERCOMING DISTRACTION (8): DO NOT JOKE WITH THE MORNING 

A dear mentor told me a long time ago that he loves hotel rooms where there is a little notepad or jotter by the bedside alongside a pen. When he saw I was curious, he said to me, “The last thing you should do before going to bed is to take note of what you want to do the next […]

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OVERCOMING DISTRACTION (5): LEAVE THE ‘NO DEMAND’ ZONE

My parents told a story about how my brother fell sick as a little boy. It was late in the night in Eruwa when they got a referral to the city of Ibadan. Dad would not take chances to wait till morning. They drove that same night, for almost two hours to get to the city. Why? Life was at […]

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OVERCOMING DISTRACTION 4: FROM HIGHFLIER TO AVERAGE

As a secondary (high) school student, the session began with some amazing decisions. I would have new notes, a blue or black pen accompanied by a red one, and a ruler. The goal was to have a neat and complete note. Who was like me?  It always started well. I would write the date in the top left corner. I […]

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OVERCOMING DISTRACTION 3: DISTRACTION BEGINS WITH ATTRACTION 

The first time I fell in love had some unforgettable moments. I had fallen head over heels. It became so bad that if I was heading to pray and the babe requested a meet-up, I would postpone my prayer time just to see her. It was becoming a distraction.  One day, while I was spending time in prayer, I heard […]

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OVERCOMING DISTRACTION 2: THE THIEF OF TIME

I stole meat from the pot as a young boy. It was quite bad that Mum had to start counting the pieces of meat in the stew. Like a genius, I adopted the slim-fitting pattern. Rather than steal a whole piece of meat at a go, I would take small portions off each chunk. The pieces of meat in the […]

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OVERCOMING DISTRACTION 1: THE DISTRACTED GENERATION

My Dad would at times spend time playing with us as kids. We would always get into mock boxing. It was not the real deal. Dad was a professional (at least in our eyes). He would make a move as though he was going to kick your stomach. As you attempt to cover your stomach, he would attack another part […]

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LET IT END WITH YOU

I was walking down the staircase in Fajuyi Hall during my university days. A young man suddenly ran into me from the back forcing me down the stairs. I struggled to maintain a balance. When I got my stability, I turned around and smiled at him asking if he was not injured in any way or if he was fine. […]

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NEVER ALLOW STRANGE INTERPRETATIONS

A young woman once called me and mentioned that someone asked her to reach out to me. She had a dream three times that she was picking snails. She was told that it meant she would be poor. I told her to do something simple: Go to a restaurant. Order a meal and request a snail instead of the regular […]

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