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Grown-ups love figures. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, "What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?" Instead, they demand: "How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?" Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.
School | Level | Location | Years | |
Rufus giwa polytechnic |
Higher Education | Ondo | 2009-2010 | |
PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR |
Higher Education | Federal Capital Territory Abuja | 2008-2009 | |
Marital Status? | Single |
Have Children? | Yes |
Employment Status? | Full-Time |
Occupation? | Legal / Legal Services |
Education? | College Diploma |
Annual Salary? | $60,001-$90,000 |
My TV Watching Habbits? | CNN |
My Native Tongue Is? | Yoruba |
My Second Language is? | English |
Political Views? | Very Conservative |
Sense of Humor? | Friendly |
Interested In? | Writing, Playing Sports, Playing Music, My Family & Friends, Religion / Spirituality, Computers / Internet, Reading, Pets / Animals |
Friends Describe Me As? | Cheerful and Easygoing |
Favorite Type of Movies? | Documentary |
I Drive A? | I prefer not to say |
My Biggest Pet Peeve? | Bad Drivers, Smokers smoking in non smoking areas |
Favorite Genres of Music? | Blues, Gospel |
What industry do you work in?? | Services |
Employment Status? | Full time |
Education? | College diploma |
Annual Salary? | Between $50,001 and $80,000 |
You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift. You cannot help small men by tearing down big men. You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong. You cannot lift the wage-earner by pulling down the wage-payer. You cannot help the poor man by destroying the rich. You cannot keep out of trouble by spending more than your income. You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred. You cannot establish security on borrowed money. You cannot build character and courage by taking away men's initiative and independence. You cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they could and should do for themselves.
How is one to live a moral and compassionate existence when one is fully aware of the blood, the horror inherent in life, when one finds darkness not only in one's culture but within oneself? If there is a stage at which an individual life becomes truly adult, it must be when one grasps the irony in its unfolding and accepts responsibility for a life lived in the midst of such paradox. One must live in the middle of contradiction, because if all contradiction were eliminated at once life would collapse. There are simply no answers to some of the great pressing questions. You continue to live them out, making your life a worthy expression of leaning into the light.
Friends Forever
Friends are friends forever together 'till the end.
You promised me that you would always be my friend.
One day something changed I'm not sure what it was.
I lost you on that day and the reason was because
it was a late dark night and we had a stupid fight.
And for some reason, I don't know why, we couldn't make it right.
We went our separate ways.
This went on for days and days.
I made new friends and you made yours,
but that hole in my heart could not be filled for that hole was only yours.
Times got really tough,
my road of life was, oh, so rough.
I needed friends, not the kind you see from day to day,
but the kind that will always and forever stay.
We are all full of weakness and errors; let us mutually pardon each other our follies it is the first law of nature. Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her: but once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game moreover,
Money might make you wealthy, but friends makes you rich. You don't make friends, you earn them. When your looking for a friend don't look for perfection, just look for friendship. A friend is someone who sticks (hangs) to you at all times, and a friend is someone who you trust....
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
Love is the beauty of the soul.