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Anger; What Is It?

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       You must have come across people that claim they never get angry.      “What happens when someone irritates you?” You ask.      “I brush it off.” They’d reply. Almost to say that anger is a bad thing, when in actuality it is not. Only prolonged  anger can be terrible but an instant flash of irritation that can be recoiled when necessary is healthy. Look at it this way, would you rather let of the steam consciously or explode unconsciously? Yeah, me too, because it’s the better option. Is Anger A Bad Thing?      It is understandable that anger has a negative stigma to it especially when compared to other expressive emotions, so people tend to naturally separate themselves from admitting such sudden outburst of “incivility” if possible but saying you don’t get angry is similar to saying there are no human beings around you, including yourself, if not then you’ll find sufficient reason to be irked. Hence, learning to control it is better than running away from the inevit
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HOW TO START A NEW YEAR

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  Buzz Buzz!                  New year along many other things comes with a feeling that you have been given a new chance to start something. We feel elated, we feel energized to take the bulls by the horn, we are more encouraged to pursue new goals, not because the sun rose from the south or we won a lottery, but because it is a new year. It feels like a big reset button was hit, and our psychology concurs. But after a while, the feelings fade, the spiked morale starts dipping and we start marching almost as we did last year, so in this piece, we would be dealing with how to avoid that and start a new year properly.        Step One - Do Not Rush:                 As the new year feeling gets more robust during the first few days of the year, the more we want to fill a cardboard will goals and targets. Without accessing the possibilities, our emotion sponsored goals are poured down, without concrete plan on how to get to the mountain top, we include “reaching the mountain top” as a goal
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HOW TO PERFOM BETTER UNDER PRESSURE

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    “A man who stands for everything, stands for nothing” That is a phrase used to describe a man who, with alluring pressures can be swayed into every and anything. Human beings have a tipping point. A point that if reached and crossed, could cause us to be pushed into things we did not plan for. A point comes where you hear people say things like “I can’t take this anymore” “I am stressed out” “I can’t continue like this” “I quit” etc. They feel an internal or external pressure so much that they either need a quick distraction or a temporal means of relief. In this particular piece, we will be discussing; How to handle situations like this, How to perform better under pressure, And a little story why “pressure” is a no small matter.   Before talking about how to handle pressure, what is pressure? Pressure can be seen as any physical or emotional force directed at something to make it change course or direction. See it this way - you have a map to a one million, and the one million ha
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#behind the scenes - 3

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Sun, Oct 18, 2020 8:04 AM                I was on my way to meet my pregnant wife on a rainy August, when they stopped me on the way. They were in a pick-up truck. Looking confused and surprised, I inquired what happened, what I  did wrong, and they told me to shut up or anything I said will be used against me in the court of law. I tried to explain to them I was on my way to see my pregnant wife, when one of them leaped out of the truck and slapped me hard across the face. I immediately shut up. This was happening out in the open and nobody could do anything about it. They only stood aside and watched from a safe distance. I was asked by one of the officers inside the truck what was in bag, I told him it was my laptop and some baby clothes. He asked me to open the bag. I looked at him, I was nonplussed. Didn't he hear me? Maybe they think I am a yahoo boy, because of the laptop. I guess that was why I was stopped. Because they saw me with a laptop bag, they suspected I was into fr
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#behind the scenes - 2

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Sun, Oct 18, 2020 7:26 AM                   I will never forget what happened during my university days in school. The police brutality I and my friends experienced, and how we were unable to do zilch about it. Even now, the thought about it haunts me badly. The emotional scar it left is still a subtle reminder in my heart. I can't see a man in Police uniform without feeling attacked, without feeling safe, or without feeling the reassurance of my life. That's how bad things have gotten with me. The traumatic pressure and experience. The post traumatic stress of the agony I experienced first-hand.             I and my friends were home that frigid afternoon having fun. We skipped lectures that day, because our schedules were free. Plus, we ordered pizza and drinks, chilling and gisting. Oblivious to us, SARS operatives were in our lounge, looking for apartments with opened doors. In other words, looking for victims. While we were there, discussing, they barged into our house, lo
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#behind the scenes - 1

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               I woke up with a throbbing headache on the 12th of October 2020. It was 4am in the morning, the crescent moon was still visible under the fluffy clouds. A shy glowing orb, a twilight shade. I had this premonitory feeling it was about to rain soon, but I wasn’t sure. Something stirred me up, I was uncertain about what woke me, but I knew something did. I reached for my phone, knocking down few contents on the bed counter, before getting it. I dabbed softly on the screen twice, and the screen’s luminous surfaced glowed duly on my face. I had two missed call from my friend, Ebuka. The phone call must have been what had woken me up. Isn’t it a bit early for this? What could Ebuka possibly want, I thought inwardly to myself. Somewhere across the street, I heard shouts and screams, bottles rolling off the pavement, metals clanking against metal. I sat up lazily in bed, the frame squeaking in protest under my weight. I rubbed my eyes absent-mindedly, stiffed a yawn and was star
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