Reflections

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SFS: Day 9
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SFS: Day 7
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SFS: Day Five
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SFS: Day 3
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Scroll-free September
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August in review: I can’t keep calm
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Adventures in school run: A uniform approach
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July in review: 25 years later
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Who was your principal? You have no manners/respect
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June in review: A little bit of this, a little bit of that

SFS: Day 7

It’s another Friday. Before now, I looked forward to the weekend because it was, well, the weekend and my Facebook time. Not today. And it’s just day seven. Why did I think this challenge would be a walk in the park? Week one and I’m this close to climbing the wall. And all of my social media is Facebook. How are the addicts faring?!    

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Scroll-free September

Getty images A health and  well being charity is asking people to take back control of the technology in their lives by cutting back on – or even quitting – social media. The Royal Society for Public Health (RSPH) launches Scroll Free September on 1 September, in what will be the first ever mass-participation social media-free month. The campaign follows extensive polling by the charity that sought to determine the effect social media platforms like Facebook, Instagram and Twitter have on people’s mental health and well being.                                                                               –Anthony Cuthberton, @ADCuthbertson                                                                      www.independent.co.uk                                                  This challenge might not be for me but I’m getting involved anyway.  I just took a quiz on rsph.org.co.uk to ascertain my social media index and find out how healthy my relationship with social media is, and if I’d benefit from taking a break. The ‘Low risk’ score I got was no surprise. It was suggested that I not only downgrade but go on the full cold turkey plan. (I’m afraid that is out of the question; I’m going cold turkey on something else this month) I’m on Facebook only on Fridays to Sundays. On LinkedIn rarely unless it is connected to a job opportunity. Instagram and Twitter are alien to me; I have no personal accounts or relations with either. Early on, during the explosion of social media apps, I settled on just two for fun and work – Facebook and LinkedIn respectively. For my sanity.  But I love a challenge, especially one with accompanying benefits.  Oliva Petter, @oliviapetter1, www.independent.co.uk, outlines at least”more

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July in review: 25 years later

  Quite a lot happened this month: My new series – Adventures in school run- took off to hilarious and relatable feedback. I’m definitely on the right track. The children began their long holidays and jarred my schedule just ever so slightly. The weather alternated between good, windy, wet, cold, annoying… And I read three books – The Bourne Initiative, On Writing and We’re Going to Need More Wine. I’m still leading through Ghana Must Go (It’s taking it’s time to completely grab my attention). My 9a.m. – 5p.m. picked up the pace considerably, surprisingly. The four-times-a-week torture lasing 25 minutes paid off, seven weeks after and just one week before my secondary school reunion. Was I pleased! Will keep at it until I replace my workout routine with new DVDs. By far the highlight of this month was attending the SMAGOGA Annual General Convention. It was a reunion on several levels – with the house, with old school friends and classmates and with the town which holds treasured memories for me. It  was a whirlwind of activities that weekend but I packed in as much as the 24hour period could contain, and every moment was worth the smile, the lack of sleep, the trip down memory lane , etc it costs. Thank you, July; you were sweet, full of spice and everything nice.

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Who was your principal? You have no manners/respect

    This time last week, I was attending my first SMAGOGA Annual Convention, the 19th in the series. The photos of the event are already everywhere – Facebook, Whatsapp, etc; old students were uploading them per second, per second. Every year, the event brings together old girls of the school from all corners of the country and beyond for a weekend – long of activities that include (but not limited to) an annual general meeting, elections, a dinner and a thanksgiving mass; basically, formal and informal meetings. The focal point is always the school and how we can help the current students and give back to a community we would always be inextricably connected to. Among the crowd of old girls who thronged into the ancient city of Benin for the slated weekend, we were only 13 – women strong in the ’93 set and, for me, it was a sweet reunion. I hadn’t seen some of my friends and classmates in a quarter of a century. We also had many pockets of hilariously moments reminiscing of our time way back when and common grouses – the afternoon school we endured, the sister who tormented our existence in SSSI (What was her name now?), the garrulous government teacher, etc. Hurray for portable cameras in our ‘phones, there were enough selfies and photos to fill a gazillion old girls’ gallery. (No photographer holding us to ransome or ‘I don’t like my expression/pose in an irreversible print out.’). And like I mentioned above, they were uploaded immediately after they were taken. If you haven’t seen any by now, where have you been in the past week?!     No Chill The ‘area’ trait in the old girls emerged twice within the space of an hour. Both times it was collectively but one of them was duly instigated by the outgoing national president. As it is with events such as this, speeches were endless, elevating our boredom quotient. This was quickly dispelled by one of the speakers who made a grave mistake. He pronounced our alma mater’s name in the same way”more

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June in review: A little bit of this, a little bit of that

I was going to stop e-books at the end of this month. I reneged; insufficient dose of patience. By June 14 or thereabout, I grabbed my first paperback this year and devoured every inny minny detail of it, even the copyright information. 😊 To my surprise, I read it simultaneously with another e-book. Withdrawal symptoms, I guess. They say it takes 30 days (or is it three weeks now?) to build a new habit; I’ve been nursing my newly acquired e-book practice for more than 151 days. Surely, that should tell on me. In all, I read four books this month, evenly distributed between e-books and paperbacks. Writing wise, I think I may have overstepped my boundaries. The Sunday signatures still went out weekly but I noticed, with every new read, there seemed to be a flurry of ideas for the written word. Which, in fact, falls within reason for my reading, besides the entertainment and knowledge – improvement factors, of course. However, the ideas poured in fast and furious, and I had to constantly write them down in other to keep up or lose the train of thoughts altogether. Right now, I’m juggling a new series, a short story and a challenge I’ve put on myself all at the same time. No pressure, Idolor! And NaNoWriMo draws closer with the end of each month. 9am – 5pm gig? Humdrum doesn’t describe it anymore. Dead & gone is more apt a phrase. Shaun T. Shaun T. Shaun T. I aimed for a four -time weekly routine, starting this month, and I’m pleased to announce that I reached that end seamlessly. Already, I can feel the effect of that extra day and routine. Any reason why I wouldn’t be continuing that path until I change my work out completely? As the year is half way gone, I should cull up my 2018 plans and do a quick review of my hits and misses, but I’m going to pass. Probably because the hits might not be up to par and I don’t want to be discouraged going forward. I’m just going to plough”more

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