HOW EXAMINATION MALPRACTICE SAVED MY LIFE (A Lesson Learnt) – Part 2

*This is the second and final part of this article; if you haven’t read the part one, you may read it here https://wealthymotivator.wordpress.com/2014/02/12/how-examination-malpractice-saved-my-life-a-lesson-learnt-part-1/

I HAVE ALWAYS THOUGHT highly of myself – there’s nothing worse than being caught cheating; I felt the greatest punishment was to be shamed before my course mates, and my girlfriend was sited next to me. I quickly resolved that it was more honorable to ‘fail’ ‘gracefully’ and come back for the re-sit the next session than be shamed for malpractice – malpractice!

I walked out (not like Morpheus as I had planned but like a chicken beaten in the rain), without writing a thing on my answers script.
I learnt a great lesson that day that has stuck with me till today and I have resolved to tell my kids and grand kids this story over and over again to teach and remind them of that important lesson – which is, do not, for whatsoever reason, be caught unprepared. Be always ready. Do your due diligence.

Of course we already know it that success in any endeavor – life and work – does not just happen; it takes preparation and action. You can only act rightly when you are properly prepared. For that examination, I wasn’t and I failed.

Understand, for everything that you will ever want or desire to accomplish in life and whatever work you may do, there are certain courses of action that you would need to take to get yourself ready for success. If you’re not prepared you will fail, no doubt. And if you’re not prepared you’ll know it.

In life, sometimes, you will get ideas, thoughts, inspirations, on the right course of action, make a move while you still can; learn all that you can and or need to, because judgment day will come when you will no longer have the time to do anything but face the gavel.

The lack of preparation will cost you more than the lack of capital or so called ‘experience’.

When you are really prepared, you can stand in the day of trial and defend your honor, proudly, with your shoulders high.
Robert T. Kiyosaki, said, “The future will be very bright for those who prepare for it today.” Myles Munroe said “Your future is bright, whether you get there is up to you.” Read, research, ask questions, do what you have to do, get ready.

Opportunities will come, challenges will rise. If you’re not ready you’ll give up in the day of trial, which would mean that your strength is small, which would mean you were not properly prepared – you’re not ready. It pays to be ready. Don’t do what I did – you can cheat in an examination but you can’t cheat in life.

*Do you have any lessons that examination mal-practice taught you? Or any other? Please, do share with us in the comments section.

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Stanley G. Jack is the author of “Who Took My Job?”(@WhoTookMyJob) and his next book “GOOD TO GO: How To Succeed In Life & Work After NYSC”, out in June 2014.

HOW EXAMINATION MALPRACTICE SAVED MY LIFE (A Lesson Learnt) – Part 1

*This is the first of a two-part essay; be sure to read the next instalment.

I WILL BE VERY FRANK with you here, and not try to bullshit you, in no way; during one of my examinations, many years ago, in my second semester of my Diploma in Law programme, I walked into the arena, as bold and poised as Don Corleone in the movie ‘The Godfather’. As far as I was concerned this particularly exam was already a walk-over, done and dusted and at a 100% grade. We were sitting for ‘Constitutional & Administrative Law’ by barrister Felix.

Few minutes into the exam my boldness and Don Corleone’s poise suddenly dissipated, my heart began beating faster than I could spell my own name; I began feeling like a smuggler who had wraps of cocaine concealed in his pants and here standing before the smart immigration officer who had detected and arrested the two others in front of me. The examination arena became uncomfortable and I had started sweating – like a Christmas goat. My God!

I looked at the exam papers before me, seeing that I was ‘familiar’ with every question in it was no consolation – it rather made me feel worse. I looked at the answers booklet, it was empty – I hadn’t written a single word on it except my examination credentials.

Something significant had happened the night before; at about 10:PM, I had picked up the course materials. As I opened the books I instantly and ‘miraculously’ began feeling like Moses receiving the Ten Commandments from Jehovah on Mount Sinai – I mean, I was getting strong inspirations and conviction on some particular topics – my spirit and mind and all my body language were in sync, saying to me (sort of) “Jack, read these places. Don’t dull now. They’re coming out for the exam tomorrow.” For some inexplicable reason I chose to not heed the ministration of that still voice; instead I cut out tiny pieces of paper and copied out these topics that were ‘jumping’ at me.

The lecturer for this course was a jovial personality until he chooses to really get serious. We liked him more when he was jovial. The morning of the exam, in my socks, and under the lining of my belt and wallet were tucked different pieces of tiny papers containing possible answers to anticipated questions, so that I knew where to touch for each item.

So that as soon as I starred at my question paper and to my uttermost amazement, they were as exactly as I had written them out in these tiny pieces of paper I now had on me. With these tiny pieces, all I had to do was root them out one after another and literally ‘pour’ them unto my answers booklet and then the examination would be over and I would walk out of the arena feeling cooler than Morpheus in the movie ‘The Matrix.’

Then I got the biggest shock; five minutes into the examination, two of my course mates had been apprehended cheating, with ‘exhibits’ – to nail them, their scripts torn apart, and disgracefully they were thrown out of the examination arena. We all knew what that meant – automatic failure and ‘carry-over’. Not only that, if they got charged to the Examination Disciplinary Committee, they were facing expulsion. What an embarrassment.

Now, there I sat, paralyzed with fear and inaction. I kept thinking how in the world was he able to pick out the two smartest cheats, in the whole of the arena, in just five minutes of start time? How? Was he using some supernatural influence? I couldn’t understand it. Would I get caught if cheated too? I couldn’t tell.

A very simple examination, this was, yet I couldn’t write a word on paper because I didn’t do what I was supposed to do the night before – I didn’t read. And now, I couldn’t bring out my ‘bullets’.

To be continued…

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SOMEBODY GIVE ME A JOB!

I got to know Fred few months ago when he was just about to be discharged from the National Youth Service. I asked him what he would be doing after service; he said, “look for a job”. It’s over six months, and he’s still not engaged with work – waiting for someone to give him a job. He had being brainwashed.

Our society has succeeded in brainwashing us that we need work in someone else’s business after graduation, instead of creating our own work and building our own businesses. It did not start today. Many years ago before the amalgamation of what they called ‘Southern and Northern protectorates’ in 1914 by the British colonial lords, every people who occupied the spaces that made up Nigeria were naturally entrepreneurs. For instance, the people of the Oyo Empire, the Benin Kingdom, the Kanuri Empire, to mention a few, had already established for themselves a civilization and entrepreneurship-based economy. They farmed, produced and paid royalties or taxes to the ‘Landlords’ or the king – everyone and every family worked for themselves.

When the British colonial masters arrived and defeated these native people through the superiority of their boats and weapons they changed the prevalent economic order and established a different kind of civilization and economy, one based on employee-ship.

They built factories, schools, churches and other businesses. They needed cheap labour to run and grow these establishments; it is interesting to note what they had to do – train the ‘primitive natives’ with just enough information and expertise to be dependent and never self-reliant — just enough to be able to do the jobs as the white man required. Those natives who gained British education were promoted as the most-refined, best and most intelligent and superior human beings among their kinsmen; everything and everyone else were regarded as crude and barbaric. Soon, everyone began believing in the theories and superiority of the white man; then no matter who you were, you worked for the colonial masters as an employee one way or another. Cheap labour and loyal employees were what they wanted and what they succeeded in instilling into those who went to school. Those natives who studied and chose their own paths were labeled ‘rebels’ who must be disciplined.
Nigeria was established as a base of cheap labour and raw materials for the British and foreign industries. After ‘Independence’ from British (and colonial) rule in 1960, our political leaders inherited a system and economy designed not to ‘empower’ and ‘liberate’ people economically but a system of servitude – where most people are only educated enough to serve or do the work required for a fixed amount of money that would never be enough. It has been a long time, and people have forgotten how to be entrepreneurs – productive and self-reliant. The mentality had been formed and perpetuated – to go to school and prove how a zombie you can be by taking orders and doing as you are told (slaves without creative thinking). Then you get fired at the caprice of your employer/master.

Today we have a society where most people, like my nice friend, Fred, think the only thing they can do is seek a job as an employee upon graduation from College or University. That is the effect of the brainwashing. And we have become worse for it. Young people graduate and many months or years after can’t find or create their own jobs. It is pathetic (!) and there needs to be a change. We need a re-building of our mentality, a re-orientation; one that is geared towards self-reliance, individual value and productivity.

When people seek employment it’s not necessarily because they love the job or their boss; they need the money that comes at week or month-end (this is the carrot which keeps the donkey working harder until its back breaks).

In less than six days thousands of Batch “A” ’13 Corps members across Nigeria will be ‘passing out’ from the National Youth Service. My question is, will you be asking “Somebody give me a job!”? If nobody wants to give you a job, create one for yourself and become a job-provider for others.

I say, think differently – your target should be to create and own your work. Kill the brainwashing.


Culled from the book “GOOD TO GO: How to succeed in life and work after NYSC” by Stanley G. Jack, coming out in June. All rights Reserved.

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Mum! Help! There’s a Snake in My Room

I was in the secondary school, my first year, and I was 11 years old. I had gone out with some friends and got home late, tired and feeling sleepy. As soon as I had supper I hit the sheets the fastest I could. In the middle of the night, at about 12:30AM, I opened my tired eyes to discover that I had a snake in my room. It had coiled itself on the cane—sitter. How in the world did it get there I had no idea. Sleep disappeared from my eyes. I jumped off the bed and ran out the fastest way my scared mind and legs could carry me and locked the door outside.

Knock, knock, knock – “Ma, ma, ma!!! Open the door, there’s a snake in my room”. I was scared and breathing heavily. I didn’t want to go back to my room that night. I passed the night in my mother’s room; couldn’t sleep again, I kept thinking and permuting how a snake could have gotten into my room. How? I couldn’t just wait for the break of dawn so I could get some older person to kill this unlawful intruder. But what if it succeeds in hiding somewhere in my room that I become unable to locate it in the morning? That was the scariest possibility.

As soon as it was morning, and the sun was out, I walked gently– tip toed, like a criminal in a night operation, opened my door the gentlest way possible without making a noise. I was now carrying the longest stick I could find that could kill a snake from a considerable distance. As soon as I opened the door, tip toed toward the snake and raised the stick I was carrying to kill it…that was when I saw it – I couldn’t believe my eyes. I hit it a couple of times then picked it up with the edge of the stick and took it to my mother. “Ma, look at the snake that intruded my room last night!” My mother looked at me as if I had spoken in Hindi, as if it was a joke…then almost at the same time, we burst out in laughter. It was my black belt all along, not a snake. My tired eyes had deceived me in the night.

When I got to the room tired and sleepy I had thrown my clothes around the room in many directions and my black belt fell on the chair and coiled itself like a snake. I couldn’t stop laughing. Often I tell the story today, and we always have a good laugh at home.

It Was Just a Mirage!
Life will play that Snake-in-my-room trick on you many times, circumstances will come at you, and challenges will rise against you. You will be scared, no bullshit. Your first natural instinct will scream “Run, baby, run!” Your mind and even certain people will audaciously say to you to give up, but if you toughen up and look closely you’ll discover it is all a mirage; it isn’t real.

Challenges are a fact of life and all they want to do to you is to scare the shit out of you. Fear will make you blow things out of proportions — a man can never think straight at moments of fear.

Yes, problems do arise and things will not go as planned. But success would require that you be fearless; bravodo is a virtue; have staying-power, to persevere and not give up nor give in; to not allow yourself be intimated by internal or external fear and that’s how you will win many of life’s battles. You should win. Be fearless.

*This article original appeared on http://www.omojuwa.com

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A DEGREE, YOUR FUTURE, SUCCESS & HAPPINESS

I graduated with a First Class there; 2’1 here; up till now I have no use for my degree(s). The only real education had been the experiences. I had fun; I like fun.

A foundation built on degree(s) is a false foundation; it will soon crumble like a pack of cards, like a house built on sands – the waters of economic instability will wash ’em away, faster than was built. It doesn’t matter what job you have or what position you are at, if a degree made you, that same degree will unmake you because degrees expire. And soon will yours.

ASUU is in the 6th month of its national strike and struggle with the Federal Government of Nigeria. The government is now trying to muzzle them back to class; most students are praying the matter resolved so they could go back and finish their programmes and obtain the much anticipated degree(s).
Six months’ been wasted doing nothing. No body told these students that 6 months was more than enough to start a life, to build a dream; to lay a good foundation for the future. They trust in a degree. Don’t.

They have a simple plan – go to school, get a degree, get a job. And it’s just what most of their parents expect of them. The same parents who followed same path and are now facing unprecedented financial challenges that they have no idea what to do about.

Plan the foundation of your life outside of whatever degree or school you attend(ed). Life does not actually recognise fancy-designer degrees.

Be a person of recreative/renewable value independent of a degree. And make the world a better place. There, will lie your relevance, wealth and happiness. The earlier you recognise that your degree is useless, the better for you.


Stanley G. Jack is the author of “Who Took My Job?”(@whotookmyjob) – coming soon!

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THREE MOST IMPORTANT ABILITIES IN LIFE

Anybody can be a lawyer, doctor, engineer and so forth. You simply go to school, finish and receive a certificate that declares you so – a professional. That’s great!

While I was still somewhere in my second year at the university, my family kept suggesting – “Finish your first degree. Then your Masters. Then your PhD. And then become a lecturer in a university. It is a safe, secure job and pensionable. And pays well too.” Then to sort of cajole my entrepreneurial spirit, “And you can always run your businesses on the side.”

I love my family. They love me too. They care about my future. I understand that.
I might get a PhD, but what for? To become a lecturer? I don’t think so. And that’s absolutely not what this post is about today.

Now, let’s get to today’s business; there are two things that seem most important to everyman – a secured or guaranteed economic and political future. Everyman is economic and political. Everything a man does is to secure these two primordials. Some men are willing to betray, kill, steal, lie, cheat on their family and friends, for the material guarantee of their economic and political future.

And that’s even why most people go to school. Some people say they go to school because they need a degree; why do you need a degree? Towards securing your economic and political future. That’s all.
Really. Everything else (if any) comes after.

But do you really need a degree to be economically and politically established in life? Do you really need to be a doctor, engineer or lawyer? Do you really need to spend good 3/4/5 years in school (an enclosed and limited environment) in pursuit of a piece of paper? What is the power and purpose of a degree? To show that you are truly educated and smart? Or to show…what could it be?

I don’t really believe that piece of paper is necessary. I don’t really think young people should waste anymore of their time and put their living on “hold” and be bored to death by uninteresting professors churning out out-dated theories because he confidently knows the students don’t even know any better.
Except you really loved to, need to, for a greater relevant reason, other than to secure your economic and political future, a degree is useless.

I don’t want to discourage anyone from attending college/university for a diploma. Go to school. Finish. Get your Masters. And maybe your PhD.
But, if all you are doing it for is so you can get a job upon graduation, then you are doing it for the wrong reason.
Besides, you can get a (read: create your own) job with just three simple yet important and powerful skills that you can master without having to waste years in college. They are so simple that most folks neglect or shy away from them. Yet, their potency is unquantifiable.

I’m simply talking about the skills of Reading, Writing, and Public speaking. If you can only master these important skills – you can become and have anything you want in life. Lack these skills, and you disadvantage yourself in an ever competitive and brutal world and a piece of paper won’t help you.

In my book: “Who Took My Job?” (To be released in October, 2013), I had written about these three important abilities and what they can do for you.
Most people are reading, but the wrong things; writing, but the wrong things, talking, but not really speaking. There’s a significant difference between ‘talking’ and ‘speaking’.
Every human being can talk. But public speaking is a learned skill.

The conclusion of the whole matter is that if you can read, write and speak, you can read, write and speak your way out of any unwanted situation (whether it is poverty, death etc) to every desired situation (happiness, riches, power and everything else you can dream of).

Whether you attend college or not, whether you get the finest degrees or not, you surely need to train yourself in the skills of Reading, Writing and Public speaking, then you are set for life. Lack these, and your degrees are useless, irrespective of their origin.

Most people can already read and at least write something. What has been lacking most is the “sharpening” that can produce powerful and best results.

Read more. Write more. Stop talking but, speak more. Consciously, with the aim of getting better. Your words need to be heavy weight and you will be perceived powerful, smart and influential. Then, you’re made.


Stanley G. Jack is the author of “Who Took My Job?”(@whotookmyjob) – coming soon!

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I ALMOST KILLED A MAN

I nearly killed a man and every body just stood there watching. A broken head, gee on the ground, blood everywhere and all the girls ran away.

Its astonishing how far a man could go when his pride is hurt. The guy hurt my ego; he effed me up in the presence of girls. Girls. How can you do that to a man? How can you embarrass a gee when the chic of his crush is right there watching? That’s evil. Who does that?

It was senior year in High School. Me and my friends were chilling when I dropped the ‘bomb’ that I had just being effed up the previous night, along with another of my guy who had tried coming to my rescue.
As soon as my friends heard the story, they said “He had no right to do that. Let’s pay him back in his own coin.” And that’s exactly what we did.

It was at a private lesson organised for senior secondary school students. I was a funny guy, in the class. It was ‘cool’ to be funny. People knew you and talked about you.
So one cool evening, the scheduled teacher was running late and I thought I should take his place to make a few jokes. Most members of the class were enjoying my gabs. But not this guy. He hated my guts. He instantly chided me, right there in the class, deflating my mojo. That wasn’t cool. That was malicious. And all malicious people will go to hell.

A wind of embarrassment blew over my face for a minute. As I quickly recovered I jokingly mentioned for everyone to hear “If you have a problem with me, let’s go do it outside…” Of course I didn’t mean it. It was just an escape for me to move away.

The kid took it serious. He came outside and fucked me up before everyone. Before my crush. I didn’t think I could let that slide. I had to prove to him, to my crush, to everyone present that I was not a wimp.

I didn’t know what to do but my friends had a “great” idea…

Next day as he was walking to class, with springs in his steps, my boys spread and jumped him. With sticks hidden in nearby flowers/bushes. Just picture the Rivers House of Assembly fracas (you can see on Youtube). Picture Mohamed Ali’s rumble in the jungle – this time five against one. We were like Chinese ninjas that afternoon.

Everybody just stood watching. Once the girls saw blood, they all ran. Blood – everywhere. I had to stop my friends from doing further harm on him – I was afraid he might die.

Rude boy had been paid back in his own coin. Right before his crush. He was pained by the embarrassment of it, more than the pains from his injuries. And he vowed on his life to get us all whacked to hell.

That’s when it hit us — he was a member of a vicious street gang. Oh boy! Matter just got worse.

A huge fight ensued the next night – same spot. Kid showed up with his vicious gang who were ready to do great wickedness for their boy…

Few days later, my friends were being chased all over town. They couldn’t go to certain places for fear of harm. I decided it was probably the best time for a one or two months vacation. By the time I returned I learned my friends had arranged a superior influence and there had been peace on our own terms.

Life is just exactly like that and I learnt a few things.

Lessons:

1) Not everyone thinks you’re funny

2) Some people would hate your guts for just no reason. “What you think of Stanley Jack?” “Fuck him!” “Why you say that?” “I don’t like him. I hate his guts.” “Why?” “Fuck him, mehn, I just don’t like him!” You get the point.

3) Never rely completely on the advice from your friends – they are too emotionally connected to you. They love you but still won’t give you the best advice.

4) When you grow older you realise that most of the things you took seriously weren’t that serious afterall. So be careful about your thoughts, friends and actions – always think about the future.

5) Never fuck a gee up in public — even if you don’t like him — especially before chics. Never think he can do nothing. You never know what his crazy friend would come up with.

6) Don’t mess with kids. They always have a group. One is always times ten.

7) Your friends will fight your battle for you if they love you. It’s called loyalty.

It’s time for breakfast. Am out –


Stanley G. Jack
MD, Stanley Wallstreet Limited
Port Harcourt, Nigeria
Stanley is the author of “Who Took My Job?”(@whotookmyjob) – coming soon!
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BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR — Dont Tempt Yourself

I was going about my business. Walking gently to school. I was late for early morning devotion. It had started raining, not yet cat and dog.

Then a classmate joined me in the street. “It’s raining,” he said. I replied “Yes, it is.” Then he said “Let’s get an okada before we get soaked.” “Good idea,” I innocently responded.
As we looked around for a bike he said to me “We are not going to pay for the service.” I said “How you mean we not paying for the service? Is your friend taking us?”
This kid smiled and said to me “We get the bike, he takes us to school, at the gate instead of paying for the fare, we run away like hard men…” “What? That is not right, not doing it,” I told him.

Instead of reasoning like me, kid looked me in the eye, poked his finger in my face and said “You are always acting like a hard man but you are a coward, really.” Did I hear right? I just had to say to him, “Listen fool. Am not a hard man. I am a nice guy. I make people laugh. Am no coward. Be careful what you ask for. It is not right to do such a thing.”

He was a trader and told him if somebody bought from him and refused to pay would he like it. “Forget that Jack, you just a coward. All talk no action.”

“Hmmm…”

“Alright,” I laid it plain to him, “We are both seniors. We are vying for prefect positions – you for Labour prefect and I, for Social prefect. Screening comes up in a few days, and you sure you want to do this now. Have you thought about the consequences?”

He got quick to chide me “No consequences. We get to the gate and run away. No body even sees us. The bike man can’t follow us. He won’t know what is happening untill we gone. Coward! If you tough we do this.”

“OK, let’s do it. But not at the gate. We will take the bike man right into the devotion. If we do this, we do it right before every student and every teacher at the devotion this morning. Only this way or nothing. And I will allow you a head-start, to run first.”

“Let’s do it,” he said.

So we found a bike. I got on. He got on after me. And we rode right into devotion. Every student, every teacher was present at the compulsory morning devotion. We were late and we dared ride a bike in to disturb the peace of the morning – that was an offence on its own.

He came down. And stood instead of running. I came down next and stood for a second, looking straight into his eyes — the bike man was beckoning now for his money. Next thing he knew I took off like Usain Bolt distracting the devotion. As he attempted to follow, the alerted okada caught him by his pants like an angry police man. Then the whole supposedly pious congregation of students bust in laughter. He was caught. Was embarrassed. He payed twice our fare.

That was the last time he ever called me a coward.

Be careful what you wish for —

*Okada is commercial motorcyclist.

Stanley G. Jack
MD, Stanley Wallstreet Limited
Port Harcourt, Nigeria
Stanley is the author of “Who Took My Job?”(@whotookmyjob) – coming soon!
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IF I HAD KNOWN WHAT I KNOW NOW…

So I read this article online last night where the writer said ” Some people like Steve Jobs and Bill Gates are destined to be entrepreneurs and nothing will stop them.” When I read that I took a pause to think about it – I mean…me, what I am destined to do? Like every human being is destined for something, right?

I am a proud Nigerian who currently resides in Nigeria(my location is not static – that’s one thing I have in common with “V.” the author of “The Mafia Manager” ) so I brought my thoughts back home to think about some of our own very successful billionaire entrepreneurs. I thought of the Chairman of the Dangote Group – Aliko Dangote, Forbes richest black man worth some 19 or 20 billion dollars. I thought about Folorunsho Alakija, the richest black woman in the world (founder of Famfa Oil) and about Mike Adenuga the Founder of Consolidated Oil (Conoil) and Globacom – Nigeria’s 2nd largest mobile telephone carrier (most of Mike Adenuga’s wealth/asset are privately held if not I believe he could give the industrialist Dangote a run for his money).

I thought about these Nigerian billionaires because following the spirit of that article I read I reasoned these men and woman must have been destined to be entrepreneurs and that’s why nothing has been able to stop them since and I doubt if anything will. Yeah!

Now I had to ask, what am I destined to be?
Well you know the answer to that question…Don’t tell me you don’t know! I have been talking about my destiny since ‘God-knows-how-long’.

Actually the article that inspired this writing stated that the author had started atleast 5 companies and invested about 70,000 dollars in some 30 ventures. Ok.

So I thought what have I done? Not like I was comparing myself with the guy. I don’t do that. But some comparative analysis isn’t out of point my friend says. I have done some 5 or more ‘businesses’ at different times even though I have not yet put in 70,000 dollars in 30 ventures.

But hold on, why haven’t I yet been able to put 70 or more thousand dollars in 30 ventures? Thinking about it I think I have need for speed like Tom Cruise. I need to redeem my times, work smarter, faster and more. My goal is not to put 70,000 in some 30 ventures (that’s no big deal).

I feel as if I had known the much I know now I could have began earlier, stayed on my hustle and done bigger and more successful things…I know most people reason the same way. Or is that we are not just destined to know the right things at the right times? Why do we always have to look back thinking “If I had known what I know now”?

Now one thing that piqued me in the article is the notion that some people are “destined” to be entrepreneurs. That absolutely means some people are not? So some people are destined to be employees for life! I don’t think so. People choose.

Entrepreneurship is a choice. Who makes that choice? YOU. Not your parents, not your environment or some ‘supernatural’ omen. YOU! These other “things” may nudge or inspire you in that direction but becoming or not becoming an entrepreneur is YOUR choice.

I am not Steve Jobs or Bill Gates or Dangote, but I know that with a steadfast vision, passion, determination to not give up, knowledge (the ability to learn and not be bored by the process of learning), confidence and opportunity any person can become a successful entrepreneur like them mentioned above.

But if you feel your “destiny” is not entrepreneurship. You are on your own. Go find out what your destiny is. And once you have found it, put your whole life into it and make sure it shines like a diamond.

Oh, and I know that I am destined to be an entrepreneur and nothing can stop me.

Hahaha…

Yeah, I remember I still have that wine in the cooler…I need to go chill in my pool right now with my gorgeous girlfriend.*

“Juliet sweetheart, pls., come over here…”

Later guys.

* As if I have a girlfriend and a pool in my house.

Stanley G. Jack
MD, Stanley Wallstreet Limited
Port Harcourt, Nigeria
Stanley is the author of “Who Took My Job?”(@whotookmyjob) – coming soon!
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THEY DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT YOU!

“At the end of the day, one of the greatest educations you learn as you grow up is that most people around you won’t help you. You are responsible for you.” So says Robert Kiyosaki. He is right.

MICHAEL JACKSON, the late acclaimed ‘king of pop’, did a song by that title, “They don’t really care about us.” He was correct.
Mr. Jackson knew what Robert Kiyosaki knows: No body gives a fawk abat you.

Especially now not even your government.

(I apogize, this is gonna be a long post. If you don’t like reading long letters you might as well stop here and now)

I believe it was in same spirit of “Nobody cares abat you” that that American said “Don’t ask what your country can do for you but what you can do for your country.”
Imagine that? “…Don’t ask what your country can do for you but what you can do for your country.”

Huh!!

And this phenomenon is global; governments across the world don’t care about their citizens or the future of the youths. Politicians are speaking falsehood up and down – left, right and centre. They are stealing and or wasting public resources under many guises. Political leaders have become grossly incompetent; concerned now only about their political survival. Government owes the citizens certain infallible obligations; isn’t that right! Isn’t that supposed to be right?!

Aren’t we supposed to have leaders and administrators who sincerely care about education?

Where are the good ones? Where are the leaders who care?

These are serious times…indeed.

Nigeria; a special country (with special problems) – blessed of God with natural and human resources. We are fawkingly blessed. We know that. The world knows that. Yet our problems are enormous and gets complicated everyday. Our politicians and national and local leaders are myopic and grossly incompetent. Our national sins are gross – let’s not even begin to ‘wash it’ here; this page will overflow in the wetness.
The evil that we do in the name of politics and governance heaps to the high heavens.

No one fawking gives a damn as long as they vicariously profit from the malaise. It’s a ga-darn conspiracy – to keep the people blinded, poor and deprive them of necessary, proper and affordable education, while they can fund their kid’s studies “Away” using ill-birthed resources. Yeah, this is Nigeria; that’s how we roll.

Any reasonable people and country understand that the future of a people or a country is in its brothers and sisters or fellow citizens (especially the youths) getting the properly deserved education.
And so the biggest and most profitable investment a person/people/country can make is in education. In Nigeria, education is the least investment.

Education; in Nigeria, that’s the first thing the government strategically denies you.

What is wrong with our system?! Something is terribly wrong. Something has got to be terribly wrong.

How can a country move forward and lay proper foundation for its future and take advantage of and play a vital role in local cum global medicine, technology etc when its higher institutes are shut down every now and then for the incompetence of and obvious deceit of so-called ‘leaders’?

Must ASUU (Academic Staff Union of Universities) always be on strike? In Nigeria that’s a usual thing.

I studied in India. I spent just three short years for my BCA – Bachelor of Computer Applications). In my first semester, I got an email from my Faculty. That email informed me on every thing I needed to know, do or get for the duration of my program. I mean, classes, tests and exams, holidays and everything in-between. And that schedule was never broken. No strike.

In Nigeria the day you get an admission to study in a College or University is the day your frustrations begin. The first lesson in seriousness that you will get is the lesson on “Who’s the boss?” The system is the boss and you are just a fawking peasant and they are doing you a favour letting you study in the “Hallowed Manor” – campus.

Second lesson: never mess with any chic the professor likes – the prof. is boss and you don’t want to spend seven years for a four years program.
They impose irrelevant things on you and you can never question.

While you are surmounting these challenges, the government decides to play politics with your life, refuses to honor simple agreement as it backs out of a properly agreed upon terms of engagement with the greedy and selfish professors and schools management council.

Then you are fawked; ASUU declares strike. “Go home!”

Do we have real leaders in Nigeria? Do they really care about our future? No they don’t. No body cares about the future who does not take education seriously. Anyone who takes education seriously would never allow the system to close down on a strike.

President Jonathan; I was wishing he would be different having being part of the academic system as a teacher. But no they are all the same.

Strike is an evil visited upon students for no fault of theirs. This has got to stop.

If you are a young person (student), or you have or know somebody who is, please be kind enough to remind them ‘…the government does not care about you’. The school system/professors don’t care about you. Only about themselves. Selfish fawkers.

Don’t expect anyone of them – politician or professor, to do anything better except it is in their interest. And then not because of you. Because of them.

Dear Student, Uncle and Parents, what should you do? Is there anything that you can do to help the situation? Should you be able to do anything to help the academic situation where and when everyone is asked to “Go home” for no fault of theirs other than that they accepted to be students in Nigeria?

Should you support ASUU and enforce an “Egyptian type” protests to force the Fed. to honor and execute a simple terms of agreement it willingly entered into with these egotistical class of homo-sapiens?

Should ASUU just go back to the classroom whether the Fed is good or not with the “bone of contention” agreement?

The answers to that will be as diverse as the population of Nigeria.

Maybe you should just not ever let your kid(s)/wards school in Nigeria again. Just take them to Ghana or Togo or maybe India. No academic strikes there.

Really?

What if you don’t have the resources to have your kids study abroad?

Don’t ask me…use your head, time and resources (read, money) wisely; just take care of yourself. That’s all.

They don’t give a fawk about you. Don’t expect them to.

Anybody who expects the system/government to take care of them wants to die young. Do you want to die young? God forbid!!!

Good education is no longer for the poor. Yeah? Can you imagine!!
Where is the voice of the National Association of Nigerian Students in all of this? — Don’t even ask me that question!

So to all those students in Naija who are hoping to finish and get a job and begin life ihave a question for you: do you want to really postpone your life for years in pursuit of a degree? Who knows how long these strikes may take or how often in between before graduation day!

A government that is unwilling to fight corruption because it is benefiting vicariously from it, a government that is unserious about road construction and infrastructure, a government that is selfish and egotistical can never and will never give a fawk about you. They have nothing to offer you. This is the kind of government we have in Nigeria.
All our leaders care about is to fight shamelessly in Parliamentary chambers and winning elections so that they can grant themselves oil blocks.

What should you then do?

Start living your life – degree or not. Graduate or not. Start living your life now. Don’t wait for a piece of paper. The system is messed up really and has nothing great to offer you. If there is something you would want to be or do, be and do it now. Begin today. Look inward. Identify your talent and start working on it to make it better. Why wait?

I don’t know what else to tell you. Just know that they don’t care about you – whether you get a good education or not is none of their business.

Ahh, hold on, I have one advice for the student: Be a student, Think and Act like a CEO. That’s who and what you are. You are a student; but you are the CEO and boss of your life and future. Not the government. Not the professor.
The government and professor may make your academic life miserable, but in all other areas of your life try to make them extremely irrelevant.
Begin working. Don’t wait for graduation day.
Keep that in mind and take care of yourself. That’s all…for now.

Oh, I just remembered I need to make an important phone call. OK, bye!

Stanley G. Jack
MD, Stanley Wallstreet Limited
Port Harcourt, Nigeria
Stanley is the author of “Who Took My Job?”(@whotookmyjob) – coming soon!
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