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The Thinking Spree

Today, I’m thinking about how crazy life is. How I have so much to be thankful for. I’m thinking about those who have much more than I do, I’m also thinking about those whom I have much more than. I’m thinking about friends who have never been promoted once in eleven years on their jobs, same salary but more bills to pay. I’m thinking about those who had it good but are dead now.



I’m thinking about those who are having it good right now. I’m thinking about family who genuinely care and support one another. I’m thinking about family members who only want to take without giving or giving close to nothing. I’m thinking about amazing friends who seem to be heaven sent because they’re always there. I’m thinking about friendships that seemed to be real but turned out unreal or even too dramatic to deal. I’m thinking about church and how it can be a place of peace in times of trouble. I’m thinking about churches that end your peace. I’m thinking about how not to think.

I’m thinking about Nigeria. How I try to be patriotic but our leaders keep exhibiting new behaviors that shocks everyone. How it looks like the country is moving forward and backwards at the same time. How the leaders are just the same, selfish and inconsiderate. The considerate ones are very few. Churches pray for the country all the time but still, same ol’. Maybe it would have been worse if churches and other religions haven’t been praying.

I think I’ll stop thinking right now.

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