Old Students of Smcss 2011 Session

Basic rules to improve your English...!❤️

1. Listening : Improve your listening is a very powerful method to improve your listening skill as well as speaking. It is 100 % true that whatever we can listen, we can speak.
Listening is an art and if you are good at it, surely you are going to speak English naturally. Be a good listener.
A good listener is always a good speaker. Listen English on a daily basis, at least 20 minutes in the morning and 20 minutes in the evening.

2. Speaking : We must talk every day in English to improve our speaking skill.
Start speaking from today, don't wait for tomorrow. It does not matter your grammar is okay or not, just make some practice partner and start speaking with them. So many people are afraid to speak English because they are shy. Don't be shy, if you can not speak correctly even try to speak in broken English, but start to speak in English. Mistakes are very common, so don't worry about mistakes just try to express yourself.

3. Reading : Reading is also an art. Be a good reader. Good readers are good leaders. Read less but read carefully. Every day read two pages but read them many times.
Reading is very good to improve your grammar, sentence structure and vocabulary.

4. Writing : Make a notebook. Every day try to find five to ten sentences and write on your notebook. Read those sentences many times. Try to understand sentence structure, once you got it, you can make many sentences from a single sentence.

5. Thinking : Start to think in English.
Thinking is a very important part of spoken English because whatever you can think, you can speak. So make a habit to think in English. In the beginning it may seem difficult, but by practice and practice it is possible.
How to think in English — Remind all the activity in your mind...what did you listen, what did you speak with your partners, what did you read and what did you write in your notebook.... In this way you can make habit of think in English...!❤️

When Shakur moved into hostel in final year, he moved in as a big boy.

Bought a generator, a home theater system, TV, GOTV, gas cooker, cornflakes, milk and all that.

He was a new boy to hostel life so he was showing love anyhow. His steps had that confident n***a bouncing in it.

I like noodles so I cooked it a lot. It was cheaper and faster.

Whenever I was cooking/eating indomie, I'd ask him to join me but he'd keep a disgusted face and say

"Thanks bro. I no dey chop indomie."

I didn't blame him for turning my offers down.

I mean, he started hostel life in his final year with a fat bank account so what did you expect?

He'd cook jollof rice with enough ice fish and buy fast food all the time.

Went to the new Owerri Mall almost every evening and came back with yellow nylon bags for some of us; a beautiful soul has he.

Ate breakfast and sometimes lunch at the happening eatery in our school back then.

Shakur was always in Renneys Eatery. He got so familiar with the staff there that the manager gave him a private key to the rest room - for real.

Me, I was just a guy squatting in my friend's room na. So I still cooked my indomie because it was cheaper.

Four months into the big boy life, money done dey go down small small.

He was becoming quiet now, didn't go to eateries often, ate more hostel food and had started telling his neighbours

'na rice you dey cook? The smell fine o.'

On one of those sunny days, I cooked indomie and asked him come eat with me, he shrugged and asked if I broke the noodles like rice or I cooked it in its long form.

I told him, I broke it to pieces, he turned my offer down and said

"You know sey I no dey like indomie, even if I want eat indomie no be the one wey dem break like rice and them no put eggs and those green beans them."

I ate my indomie like that, drank water and still lived on.

Eight months into hostel big boy life, he was now totally quiet.

Didn't bounce often, almost added aunty and brother to the name of everyone in the hostel.

He was now contributing crayfish and red oil to community rice.

Money don down, he was humble.

Earlier that morning, he woke up shirtless and I could have counted the ribs on his body.

Food no too dey hostel again, a sachet of pure water was twenty naira then.

Life became officially hard for us, for almost everyone.

I came back from lectures tired and hungry, prepared indomie in the normal broken form, even worse because it was soggy.

Shakur was already on the bed, lying on his stomach, breathing like his life had one more bar left.

I called on him

'boy, hafa na.'

He hissed, shifted to the left and to the right then answered

"Guy, I don die here."

'I just cook indomie finish o. But you no dey like eat indomie na talk more of the one wey them break and I break this one.'

His voice was almost faint now, he sat up on the bed, leaned his back on the wall and said

"My brother even if na pound you pound the indomie, I no mind. Give me make I chop, before I die for here."

And that's how Shakur started eating indome in this his useless life

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People who'd serve you food and then taste it in your presence to prove their innocuity be thinking that those whole charade is enough reason to convince you to eat😂😂😂

I remember the period I traveled to the Village to supervise the renovation of our family house. My step grandmother came all the way to our compound together with her daughter. They brought me a plate of yam and beef peppersoup one evening

She was all smiles as she dropped the tray on my table, asking me how far I was going with the renovation and stuff. She then Opened the plate and took a spoonful of the peppersoup as I watched in askance.

The sweet aroma of the soup rented the air and I was already salivating... Probably over my imminent demise.😂

She was now done with all the quizzes and had left me in my dilemma. The more I remember how wicked Village people can be, the sweet aroma of the food kept singing "YOLO! YOLO!!" to my ears. "Shebi she has already tasted the food na... That means you're safe". It told me.

But my consciousnesses remained resolute.

"If she like, make she use the peppersoup baff... I no dey chop anything"

Happy valentine guys

*LEARN TO IGNORE!!!*

*Learn to ignore and overlook many things if you truly want happiness in life because the easiest way to a miserable life is to think that everybody is talking about you.*

*Never allow anyone to steal your joy from you.*

*What people say behind your back is none of your business as long as you are true to yourself. Never worry yourself about that.*

*Sometimes minding your own business does not keep people out of your business.*

*No matter your situation in life people will always talk. You can never stop people from talking about you, what you can do is to stop giving them what to talk about.*

*There is a time limit for every rumor in life. Never allow freelance broadcasters put your life on hold. Do what makes you happy. Anyone who cannot feel your pain, has no right to judge you in life. Seventy percent of those who talk bad about you behind your back, wish to be like you.*

*When people can't be like you they try to bring you down and condemn what you have. Those without money will sarcastically say money is not everything in life. (Is poverty anything?)*

*Never allow anyone to put you in a position of depression and self pity in life. Those whose life has no joy will always find every means to remove happiness from other people's life.*

*If there is the GRACE of GOD in your life, then enemies are inevitable. If no one has ever gossiped or talked bad about you, it means nothing good has ever happened to you.*

*Never allow the opinions of people who didn't see your tears stop your laughter in life. 😬You don't owe anybody an explanation to be happy.*

*Never see yourself through the eyes of those who don't value you.*
*To be beautiful means to be yourself. To stand out is to be out-standing. You do not need to be accepted by others. You just need to accept yourself.*

*Never beg anyone to accept you for who you are. Anything you acquire through begging will require begging to maintain or retain.*

*Be humble but selective. Being selective doesn't mean you are arrogant or proud. It simply means you know your worth. If you are conscious of your personality avoid too much familiarity.*

*Sometimes when you treat people too much like celebrities, they end up treating you like an ordinary person. You are equally important.*

*Never downgrade yourself while trying to upgrade anybody in life. Anyone who sees you like an option doesn't deserve to be a priority in your life.*

*The dream of a fool is for everybody to become a bloody fool like himself. Avoid negative people if you have a dream. Those without mission will say your vision is just an illusion.*

*Negative minds will never give you a positive life. Anyone who is always reminding you about what is wrong with you has a personal problem which he/she wants to take out on you.*

*Most people spend half of their entire life analysing the faults in other people's life, when their own lives need urgent repairs.*

*Never worry yourself about enemies and friends, because everybody in your life will eventually fall into one of the two categories.*

*Some will hate you and some will love you. Loving you or hating you are both in your favour. When people love you, you live peacefully and happily in their hearts, and when people hate you, you become the landlord in their head living painfully in their brain everyday and giving them sleepless nights.🙀*

The best awaits you.
Good morning and be the best you can be today

*WRITING IN 21st CENTURY, WHY IT IS DIFFICULT.*

Chinua Achebe and Wole Soyinka should better thank their stars for coming years quicker than 21st century, unlike those years when they were introduced to the world scenery, year 2000 and its ascending neighbours do not come with the comfort of absolute focus. Fraught with numerous activities fighting vehemently to share the attention of any serious and potential creative pen warrior, 21st century is loaded with imaginary but existential war of survival where the gross financial r**e of cerebral ingenuity is done to the world of innocent Nigerians with any hope of creativity.

Then in their own time, Mark Zuckerberg is still roaming as mere energy without form in other planets with no hope of taking substantial time from the 24 hours that humans are endowed with DAILY. There was little, if there's any, hope of cyberspace constituting the future moonlight gathering where children of their age were gathered for the sole purpose of impacting communal knowledge and values into them through competent folklorists, from whom they eventually tapped their creative intelligence with which they become literary icons of today. Then, intelligence was sexy. Competition was high as people who could not meet up with western mode of defining intelligence resorted to different areas where they could also appear in the good book of history. Ask Dangote, debrief Eleganza among others.

Coupled with moral stability of the time was the unending availability of communal resources ready to be expended on any serious being who wanted to undertake the daunting challenge of studying in the white man's academic avenues. Money was not deified, materialism was an appendage of hard labour, affluence was not a total product of political debauchery, fame was always in line with dedication to a cause you believed in, Fela comes to mind here, meritocracy was enjoying public confidence over nepotism and bland favoritism, communalism was a favoured social ideology against individualism rampant today. The moral foundation upon which the generation was built was well cemented by people who were not carried away by organized distractive elements engineered by conspiracy theorists.

Today, a graduate of Nigerian University wakes up with the littlest assurance of what he will fill his belly with. He's there at a car park, struggling with artisans (agberos), arguing with them why Buhari does deserve a second term to the deaf ears of men who only could think clearly after draining the content of an origin bitter. Another of his type is somewhere simultaneously at a football viewing center with his certificate in his left hand reeling out reasons why Ronaldo should win the next two balloon do'or. Scores of us have been configured, through wrong education, to be rationalizing the visionless leadership that Soyinka's generation has reduced us to. You either find us celebrating Saraki or singing praises of Jonathan, the flame of constructive criticism in us has been led to the river.

I can say boldly that anyone who composes write ups for a year on any social medium is a potential world known writer whose creativity comes at a time when writings are better appreciated on cyberspace than on papers. You cannot wake up to the news that Buhari spent a huge amount of tax payers' money on medical tourism, go to Twitter only to see Dino Melaye pose for his new exotic car from constituency allowance, call an organization where you dropped your CV only to realize that your remaining 50 naira has been deducted by the powerful MTN for tariff you can't subscribe for even in dreams, you can't experience all these without every modicum of intelligence remaining in you evaporating into the thin air. Sir, kolewerk.

Better live us to continue our writings here, one day, we will compile everything and produce them in a hard copy. Tenkiu.

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