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  Written By Wisdom Alazender WHY DO PEOPLE FEEL DEMOTIVATED AND UNHAPPY? Having worked with about 500+ students, youths and adults at various grassroot level. I can boldly say, that the reason why many feel unhappy despite their personal struggle and efforts are: 1. Low self-esteem 2. Comparison 3. Environmental defect. 4. Unhealthy fear. 5. Discontentment or ingratitude. As an academic instructor, educator and personal development coach, I've had students, youth and adults share with me their deepest fears and concern. Of course, some of them have everything going well, both academically, socially, financially and otherwise. Yet, they seem not to be happy with themselves and with everyone around them. I went home to read, study, researched and discovered the foundational solutions to the problems affecting these individuals. Some of them includes: 1. Positive self-esteem: Love yourself for who you are! 2. Self-confidence: Be bold about yourself! 3. Self-accommodation: Believe in ...

 Written By Odiba Philip Spirit Access! As a man lays his bed so he shall lie on it. But se est thou a man that God lays his bed He is in a perfect State of rest and peace Win God's Heart and watch Him lay things in place for You It's key to gain access to Divinity in this Season of Mercy  #Shalom #Phyll

COLOURS OF RAGE Written By Ify Omeni In a blinding flash of light The colours rolled  Spilling into a Kaleidoscope of brightness So brightly they burned  I attempted a smile. Then I saw them The riotous rhythm of darkness  Spread in colours of blackness I made no pretense to smile. They stole my smile Their acts raised the melody Of evil dressed  In tones of brightness I was the victim The trophy they paraded.  Rage reclines on my visage No music plays To soothe the sad relics Of the glory they buried The elders who sat as jury To trade my destiny. Colours of rage grace the stage The place they left desolate When they plundered my trust. It is time to paint  A new portrait of hope Even while despair Dances a duet with desolation. It is time for freshness  To decorate the places of desecration While their colours of pain rage New melodies of hope Come to stage. ©Ify Omeni - The Tale Weaver.