by Ayandola Ayanleke | Sep 14, 2016 | Education, Thoughts & Reflections
When I went for my compulsory National Youth Service Corps after graduating in Nigeria, I was peeved because I was posted to a school. I really wanted one of the various federal ministry postings, I was sure I would function better in those kinds of organizations....
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by Teakisi | Sep 7, 2016 | Culture, Empowerment, Thoughts & Reflections
By Amandla Karungi Kneeling as a punishment In high school, I went to a school where the administration sought to govern not just our thoughts and our words but also our bodies by imposing regular penance with thick sticks slashed across our behinds. A few times...
by Teakisi | Sep 5, 2016 | Thoughts & Reflections
By Noeline Kirabo Today I listened to a very lovely and soothing song that kind of just lingered in my mind and heart. It put me in a thoughtful and reflective mood that I had not enjoyed in a while for one reason or another. It was a beautiful feeling and I felt like...
by Teakisi | Aug 31, 2016 | Business, Empowerment, Family, Lifestyle, Thoughts & Reflections
By Marie-Helena Mekolo I believe in helping people, especially my friends, to achieve their dreams; I like to uplift and empower them. So I don’t understand why, when it comes to patronizing businesses, people are much more comfortable helping a complete...
by Teakisi | Aug 24, 2016 | Culture, Thoughts & Reflections, Travel
By Noluvuyo Bacela My thoughts, my heart and my mind are completely saturated with images of you and the warmth you exude. Your immeasurable kindness and thoughtfulness have captured an unassuming heart to the point of frustration. I want to stop time and go back to...
by Teakisi | Aug 22, 2016 | Empowerment, Lifestyle, Thoughts & Reflections
By Eunice Aber I have had this problem for far too long. Or rather, I’m finally tired enough of this thorn in my side to talk about. I call it “A Basket Full of Water”. Crazy right? Ever imagined a basket full of water? I could never have imagined it...
