Don’t open to doubt

Don’t Open To Doubt!!


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What should you do when doubt comes knocking on your door? Should you open or refuse to open to it?

The answer is clear. If you want to succeed, don’t open to it. If you want to fail, open to it. You may even give it a seat if it comes in.

Doubt erodes your resolve to succeed. It leaves you discouraged and you may end up giving up.

Hence, it is advisable to give a distance to it. Keep it away from you. Never give it a chance to come near you, otherwise it will grip you before you know it.

Each time doubt knocks on your door, call out to confidence, faith or hope to come to your aid. They are always on stand by to rescue you. Knowing how deadly doubt is, they don’t go far.

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This was love: a string of coincidences that gathered significance and became miracles.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun


Please where is Nnamdi Kanu¿

Some democracies have self determination parties like the SNP in Scotland and Parti Quebecois in Canada.

I am therefore yet to see anything Nnamdi Kanu did that is illegal or outside the scope of democracy.

The simple conclusion is that Nigeria is neither a democracy nor a civilised place.

Please where is Nnamdi Kanu¿

What has happened to Nnamdi Kanu¿




There are some things that are so unforgivable that they make other things easily forgivable.

Chimamanda Ngozi AdichieHalf of a Yellow Sun

The sound of your music will tell you…

Simple, Precise and a perfect visual to follow.
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The sound of your music will tell you …
The sound of your music will tell you …

The sound of music tells me …

The sound of music tells a love …

The music tells the voice hate …

The sound of the music tells the future …

The musical voice tells the past …

The voice of the music tells the calmness …

The voice of the music tells the chaos …

The sound of the music tells the moment …

The voice of the music tells the memories …

The sound of music tells hope …

The voice of the music tells the despair …

The voice of the music tells the dreams …

The musical voice tells the nightmare …

The voice tells the tears of the music …

The music’s voice tells the smiles …

The voice of music tells happiness …

The sound of…

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Avicii- Broken Arrows (cover) (SSJ #61)

Who does not love Avicii¿
— The Finicky Cynic’s post!
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The Finicky Cynic

Hello, bloggers!

Hope you’re having a pleasant Sunday. As usual, I’ll be presenting this week’s “Sunday Slow Jams” as means of introducing you to some current music that I’ve been really into lately, all within the context of being calming and restful to enjoy at the end of a peaceful weekend.

While this week’s slow jam isn’t a new song, it nevertheless continues to be a good one to put on whenever it’s possible. This is a cover of Avicii’s “Broken Arrows,” as sung and interpreted by British YouTuber Doug Armstrong, who improvises and absolutely jams out (literally) during the beat drop– all the while being entirely piano-driven, which is hugely impressive.

Compared with the original EDM single, Armstrong’s interpretation of it is completely acoustic, a stripped-down version which I believe makes the song more vulnerable and meaningful in its lyrics. With phrases of getting beaten down, but having the…

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We All Have Our Demons

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Insane Roots

I learned something about myself this weekend. A weakness that I didn’t know I had overcome and one that I never really wanted to admit to myself that I had.

When I was younger, I had such a need for acceptance and approval from those around me that many times, I would compromise myself in order to receive it. Of ‘course back then, I didn’t realize that the approval I was getting was in itself self defeating.

As transparent as it was, it is what I thought I needed.

I did not possess the self worth and confidence to stand up for myself. I held no courage when it came to telling others what they may not want to hear.

And when it came to relationships or men in general, I did not always say no. Even though, it was what I wanted to say.

This weekend, I was faced…

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Pragmatism et Confusion

Desperation from fear

Description so clear

Sickness of the average mate

Comes in all shapes and size

Creator of those massive holes

Squashing creativity’s constant rise

Impossiblities your strongest guard

“Utters” and “Words”

Becoming words and opposites

Darkness creating new sites

Light exhumed off the face of existence

Sights then set on what he shouldn’t be fighting

Pragmatism et Confusion

Desperation from fear

Suspicion before permission

Paralyzing that mind with a vision

Complacent behaviour became real mission

Mind numbingly routine

Distracting mind from important things


Pragmatism et Confusion

Adding value to obscurantism

Soul searching for freedom?

Set to the wind or thrown into sea

For he chose the highway

Of thoughts so random

All became heights he can’t imagine


Comparison and Desolation

He got em huge dreams

But fear got him with Mayweathers combo

Someone tell Floyd to drop em baggages

He is stacking up an archive of own acted films

While he should sacking reoccurring predicaments


Pragmatism et Confusion

He picked Fear before Triumph

Darkness before light

When nature lays bare

A sure promise of dawn

Of warm and sunny days

Littered with those colourful butterfly

Perfect scene bursting through after those long night

Of intense backwardness caused by fear.

*Written and Edited by Charles Okpere*







I believe we all have the right to choose regardless
As much as I believe in the union of a man and woman is true

As I also believe in the union of love merging with love

I believe in the growth of a tender process

One that has an inbuilt structure of truth

I believe in that man holding unto his Faith

Just to grasp a knowing bigger than him

I believe in the fight for purpose even in the “songs” from birds

Was anyone born wicked?

Even though a certain book points to us as certified born-sinners

But carriers of huge heartbeats regardless

And down deep he wants to be a practitioner of goodness

I believe in something

But not in the glorification of just one life amidst all

Not the wars fought for gains

But vision of a team of peace makers and truth mongers

Not in the hate of fellow man

Not the “sound judgement” of one man

I believe in something though

I believe in the awakening of man’s heart to realities surrounding him

I believe in man making choices from just one option 

That man’s fellow man should smile

I swear I do believe in something.