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Dec 26, 2017 32 tweets 11 min read Read on X
Are you one of those people who's looked back on 2017 and convinced yourself that you haven't achieved anything? Worried about catching up with your mates who seem to have done much better?

Let me tell you a story about #time.

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A long #time ago, back when I was about twelve or thirteen years old, my parents travelled to Uyo.

Before leaving, my mother asked me to prepare Edikang ikong soup so she and my father would eat when they returned.

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If you're a parent and this has happened to you, say Aye.

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MEMOIRS OF AN ABUJA #JOBSEEKER.

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In panic, I flew off the bed and ran to check my phone which lay on my reading table.

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*sigh*

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