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Improving The Odds.

 The odds is a function of probability of failure over attempts. Failure is defined as losing your stake, your money, your pot. If you are losing money, don't believe however it is being spun. Progress is binary; either you are having it or not. The key thing however is to play in a winnable game and then to win.   While every game has a potential for a victory or a loss, tables are not born equal. Some games of chance are more profitable , less risky or more fair than others. Some competitors cheat less. Some games can't be won so they give you consolation prizes. When you play stupid games , you win silly prizes like Participation Certificates.  A common problem is when you think you are playing with friends but they were all along scheming against you.  Iceberg Slim talked about this scam in his book, Pimp: The Story of My Life. David Chappelle talked about it on why he left the Chappelle Show . Make sure your friends are on your side or you are better off playing without th
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Happy Is A Verb

  Happy  One of the greatest discoveries by psychologists in the last century is that we humans are able to affect how we feel about anything, independent of our circumstances. To cite an extreme example, someone sick and dying can find reasons for joy in diminished circumstances while another, a wealthy and favoured person could live out their days in despondency. Without trying to undercut the seriousness of the medically diagnosed illness called depression, their is a lot each of us is able to do about feeling happy in our minds, being happy with ourselves . I admit it is usually easier to be happy with a chunk of juicy BBQ in my mouth. Your preference might be a glass of wine. A lot of elderly women like to fuss around with their grandchildren, it gives them a reason for living. We all have things we associate with wellness and just having those symbols around would make us feel better. Many of us were lucky as children to have parents who did things to make us happy. Sometim

Happy Independence Day

 Reading the news today, you’d think Nigeria is what statisticians call “doing okay” . Half of the news analysis say the government of Nigeria is okay, the other half think the country is in a mess. So on average, that is okay, abi? They make everything about government as if government is equal to Nigeria. Government is not Nigeria and Nigeria is not government..

Build A Bigger Sphere

   It just so happens that the earth is shaped like a sphere, roundish but with depth. It is a wonderful form, filled with metaphorical meanings. You read about the seven spheres of life, the nine spheres of heaven (planets), four spheres of well being, i.e. Emotional, Physical, Social, and Financial. The cynic in me makes me wonder if the numbers are arbitrary. 

See The World As It Is

Beware of Dogma One of the major challenges of living is being able to see the world exactly as it is. Too often, we see what is projected. Let's do an experiment. What is the colour of your skin? What ever is your shade or tint of the human pigment, it certainly is not white or black. Yet mainstream media persists in pushing the prevalent ideology of this non existent absolute skin pigments just as it pushes other extremes of good and bad, faithful and infidel, friend and foe, us against the others, what matters and what does not matter. 

. Be With People Who Love You

Protect Your Inner Peace (c) Kiibaati.com My good friend, B.A was nursing the metaphorical broken heart . Tall, dark, rich and handsome, he ticked all the right boxes of the clich├ęd definition of a desirable male like it was a class quiz. A sports enthusiast, he had the physique of an Olympian but the mild manners of a well groomed alter boy. Normally, he was accustomed to hav ing a firm control of his emotions. But the failure of a three year relationship revealed the chink in his armour. Believe me, it is a depressing thing to see a grown man muffle his tears with a pillow as he cried himself to sleep. 

Those Fated To Succeed

So long a go, in what appears now to be like a previous life, I lived and worked in the welsh town called Aberystwyth. It is a rugged and picturesque place, with lots of public art that imbues it with a sense of heroic history. The proud aborigines Wales retained the use of their local tongue and it was quaint to see road signs written in their Cymru script. I was a student then, and in between work and sightseeing, I also visited their universities and used their librarys. It was on one of such visits that I met Pastor Dr. Lanre**.