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STOP AND PONDER! BY OLUWABUNMI AREGBESOLA


STOP AND PONDER! BY OLUWABUNMI AREGBESOLA

During my undergraduate days, I went for a night reading after an hectic day. I slept all through the night and woke up around 6am the following morning. Smiles... I took my bag and went back to my hostel. People who saw me were like, " you are strong o, you read all through 
the night. "


You know someone who hasn't been reading will be intimidated seeing me, whereas I slept all through the night. I should have not bothered myself going to read that night if I knew I would sleep off. Of what essence is my going for night reading if I didn't get to study even if it was just an hour. 

When I attend some programs, I see folks who are not even in the media crew but are too engrossed with the covering of the program. You can never see them participate in any of the programs. 


Ask them what they gained in the program, they will bring out their phones to show you a video clip of what they covered as an evidence. I am not against you covering the program, but don't be too engrossed that you forget what you have come to do in the program. 

There are some who attend programs, they will always find their way to the kitchen even though they are not in welfare unit. They must look for things to do in the kitchen though their presence are irrelevant. 

The organizers of a program should endeavor to inculcate the habit of changing people in the kitchen. The same set of people should not be in the kitchen all through the program. They should be blessed too. 

Of what use is the prayer vigil you went for but you slept all through? When you get back home, people will be praying to be like you, whereas you know you only went to pass your night at the program. 

Please stop and ponder friend! 
Shall we continue like this? 

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