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We need concrete stones


I think we all need concrete stones. Am I making any sense? You don't think so but the fact is that irrespective of if you are a civil engineer or currently  erecting a building of your own , we all need concrete stones.

I had once seated in a social studies class and listened to my teacher telling us how lucky we were at the time for being the 'Jet age kids.' This apparently meant we had technology working for us.

Then my eyes widened and litted up as she proceeded to tell us about the Stone age and the evolution of man. I can't deny the fact that I have always been a curious person.

The part that really engaged me was how early men struck concrete stones against each other to make fire. It still fascinates me.

At that moment I craved a first hand experience of hunting games and striking concrete stones to make fire and have them roasted.

So my conclusion of that narrative as a child was that the two stones just had to be what I called 'small fires' that made contact to become a bigger 'fire.'

As time has progressed and I have turned a grown woman. I don't think my childhood mentality was wrong. We are all concrete stones (small fires) and if we must make a bigger fire then we need another concrete stone.

Who are your companions? Who do you spend your time with? Do they push you to attain the heights you desire? Do they bring the best out of you or make you steadily fizzle off like an extinguished flame?

I bet you need to do some evaluation.

Remember making the right noise within the right crowd produces the right effect.

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"He just had to go", I yelled inside of me. Dele was too bossy and proud,the rest of the staff looked up to me to ensure he was fired. All I had to do was pull the manager into my seductive web and by morning, Dele would get his termination letter. Anyone who stood in my way always got burnt, I loved to revenge passionately and Dele was certainly not a sacred cow.

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I boss you because I want you to be the boss
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Work has to get better but don't ever try to change you.
Lots of love
Dele.

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