Friday, 30 March 2012


            I am a very busy campus student who never seems to have enough of sleep. When I was in high school, I used to look forward to the time when I would be able to relax: when I joined campus. In my estimation at the time I used to think that in campus there is no pressure as it was in high school. In my book campus was the place where students had fun and there was no struggle at all for anything. When I joined campus I however realized that the opposite was in effect true. Getting tired and what have you was even more pronounced than I thought.
            I was appointed to be the class representative-CR in short-of my class and what this meant was that I turned out to be the busiest student in my class. I was forced to do things to do with ensuring my class was attending classes on time, informing all my classmates whenever the lecturers communicated to me that they won’t be making it to class at certain times and so on. At the start of my second semester in campus I landed a job as an essay writer in an essay writing firm right in the town where my campus was situated.
            What I didn’t know at the time was that my life had just been turned into a living hell. There was so much I had to do as regards to juggling between my classwork responsibilities and the writing part-time job I had been given. I used to get to my room at about midnight every day and it was tiring to say the least. By the end of six months I was all in and I basically couldn’t take it anymore. I quit my duty as a CR but I still felt tired at the end of the day. I guess getting tired is part and parcel of campus life.

Necessary Lies

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            I don’t know if you have ever made this startling discovery that some things are not always what they seem to be. A very good example is what children are often told by their parents when the children want to know where their youngest sibling-most likely the one who has just been born-has come from. Most parents, or at least my parents, tell their kids that the babies that in truth have just been born have been bought or something as random as that. Of course in most cases the kids always find out by themselves as they grow older the true state of the matter, but at that tender age it was necessary that the parents lie.

            In campus, there are also very many instances when lies are necessary. It is not part of my business to convince you that you need to lie because some lies are necessary; on the converse, my task is just to inform you that there is indeed something called necessary lies, and that may never change. At the beginning of last week I found myself in a situation where I had to lie in order that my life is spared. I was walking back to campus at about eleven in the night from the essay writing firm where I work as a lead essay editor when I was suddenly lifted by two ruffians from behind. 

            They demanded money from me but I didn’t have any money on me at the time. I only had my ATM card; they couldn’t let me go without receiving money from me. I convinced them to walk with me up and until the campus premises where there was an ATM machine. Against their better judgment they consented to my suggestion, not knowing that I had lied to them so that I could save my skin. When we got to campus I knew they would be a security officer at the ATM machine; he arrested them. Some lies are indeed necessary.

Wednesday, 21 March 2012


            We all adore our friends, appreciate them and treasure them too. Friends are amazing, they make life worthwhile. They offer a shoulder to lean on; they wipe our tears and comfort us when we are down. Friends help each other in everything, including achieving their goals and dreams in life. They form good essay writing group members, write the best essays, challenge each other academically and we would name it till morning. I like thinking of the other side of the coin especially after seeing it happen in colleges. Betrayal among friends is not a new thing in society; it has been there before our grandparents’ times. We all have to accept it happens after sunrise and after sunset. It is painful to be betrayed by your close friend. Your friend turns out to be your enemy.  They are supposed to be family and now they turn out to be snakes in the closet.
            It is very disappointing and at first one wonders what to do. The questions, do I hate her, revenge, call her all sorts of names or anything keep crossing your mind. These are the person you hugged and appreciated through a text message or sent them a box of chocolate yesterday and here they are turning their backs on you.
            How do you handle this situation? The first step is to relax and allow things to cool down .Avoid acting on impulse and make things worse. Then approach them like a gentle lady and enquire why they did whatever they did and don’t be tempted to exchange bad words and petty fights. The world will not know who the fool is at that point. We are all human and we must be at loggerheads once in a while .Weigh it out and avoid being biased and make sound judgment.


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            There are so many words and phrases that have been used to describe people; arrogant, ignorant, egocentric, proud, you name it. A lot of us will call this a personality or a character, but I strongly believe it all come in a name of an attitude that develops from personal feelings and perception. Attitude has been believed to be a very essential and crucial trait to have. A negative assertiveness brings forth nothing but misfortunes and disconnections amongst the people. I don’t believe in communism but, never has and never will. I have confidence in doing my stuff individually; struggle alone and enjoy the success alone.

            As an essay writer, however, I have learnt that it’s important to strip down the ego and the perception of life because I have realized that compromise is the best thing to possess. This includes accepting oneself for who you are, your weaknesses, and appreciate others for their strengths and mutually embrace each other. Essay writing involves diversity and it goes without saying that you need one another to make a difference. The only place where you find vast diversity is in the universities. How many of you agree with the statement, ‘monotony results to boredom’? The target readers need a variety of topics to read from. The writer as well will acquire popularity according to their diversity in their topics.

            Students on the same consideration need each other in their studies. I am in a group of six in the class of civil engineering. We come from different regions and cultures and again we were all the best students in the respective high schools. It’s ok if everyone chose to be on their own and do personal studies, but we have kept our history away and pooled our efforts together. I must say with the compromises we have made, we really can talk much about it.

Monday, 19 March 2012

It’s A New Semester

            It’s back to school time, and we are full of anxiety of how the new semester will turn out to be. Your mind cannot just forget how the holidays were and all the fun we had with friends and relatives. This change of the mind set from the relaxation and the social life to academics that is all the assignments, essay writing, report writing, the early morning classes, to moving into new apartments and dormitories can be a whole lot of issues and keeping it on track and the brain in gear five from day one to closing day require a lot of proper planning and strategy.
            Every student needs to settle down as soon as possible. Settle into the new dormitories and apartments first so that you have your space and feel like it’s your new home. You definitely have to start from somewhere to sort out the chaos. Unpacking is really overwhelming and there is lots of fun it. Decorate your room until you have a bond with it, to say the least it’s your new home far from home and you have no choice but to appreciate it.
            After settling down, it is only wise to go and socialize than sit down and give room for homesick to wear you down. Campuses have activities early in the semester to bring the students mind back to college. There are extracurricular activities, campus parties, drinking with friends, house parties and a lot more events where people meet up and make new friends. This is the time to have lots of fun before serious studying jets in and there will be limited time to engage in all one would wish to.
            After the dust has settles down, it’s now time to be serious. The college norm of classes, assignments, essay writing, continuous assessments, quizzes and all there is in academics begins and the main reason of being in schools comes out clearly.

IQ Tests

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            I remember when I joined campus my buddies were very keen on taking their intelligence quotient tests, commonly called IQ tests. I don’t know what pleasure they derived in that, but I think it was more prestigious to be considered more intelligent than the rest of the lot. As time has ebbed away though and I have the luxury of having campus experience, I have realized that the results of the IQ tests matter very little when it comes to success in life. One-most likely students who work in essay writing firms as writers or editors of essays-may call me the joke of the joker, the pun of the punster for saying this but I am cock sure of it.

            It so happens that a person with a very high IQ always concentrates on his academic work and how he can improve his grades. In the mind of such a campus student, success in life is dependent upon his grades. The reality of life is nonetheless very different from what the students think. Research has shown that most of the rich people in the world today were not very bright chaps during their time school. I used to think that was a concept that was far-fetched until the day I was confronted with the reality near me.

            There was this lecturer that taught us Engineering Mathematics very well and we all liked him. From a perfunctory glance at his resume on the internet one day I realized that he had scored a first class grade during his time in campus. Further research revealed shocking results; one of his classmates who had scored a pass grade in his undergraduate degree was the managing director and owner of a multinational company. I was shocked to the core but I eventually got to prove the fact that a high IQ or ‘cleverness’ in books doesn’t guarantee success in life.

Monday, 12 March 2012


I love so many things in this world, but none perhaps beats my love for listening to orators speak; I love my girlfriend and my mum very much, I love playing soccer very much too, but that can’t compare to my love for instance of listening to the speeches of Martin Luther King Junior and Abraham Lincoln, very fine speakers who used to inspire masses. The only other thing that comes close to my love of listening to orators with limited success is my love for essays, whether it is essay writing or reading well written ones. As already reiterated, nothing can change my love for orators, and that will remain so until the day I die. Most of my campus mates think I am psycho, while others think I am just outright mad, but I know deep in my heart I couldn’t be more sane. Sometime last year when I was in my second year, I did something that made me doubt my own sanity. It was a bright Friday evening when I saw an ad in a newspaper cutting that I had picked advertising for speaking auditions of sorts. I didn’t bother to read the rest of the ad; I took down the address at the end of the note and applied for the auditions. I really wanted to participate in the auditions and nothing could hinder me from doing that. The call I was waiting for eventually came after a week or so, but it was to inform me that the newspaper ad I had seen and cited was actually informing those who had auditioned already of the day they were to receive their results. I was as disappointed as anybody can ever be but at the end of the day it reaffirmed my belief that I really loved everything to do with orators. I may never be an orator in my life, but at least I will contend with the fact that I love orators and what they do.

Misdirected Respect

           It is a bare truth that campus students join campus with different grades. In alternate words, it is not easy to find all students in a department or in a given course that had the same entry grade when they joined campus. As much as it is a tiny issue-trivial if you like-it does create what I can loosely call misdirected respect. It may not be what you may be thinking now-especially if you are a fan of essay writing or reading the same essays widely for that matter-but it is my point nonetheless and it needs to be taken as such. I will patent it if it comes to that.
           The problem that arises when there are students with different grades in the same class even before university lectures commence is that the students who perhaps didn’t excel as much in high school but have been admitted to campus develop what is commonly called inferiority complex. This makes them feel inferior or weaker in a way to the other students who did exceptionally well in high school and as a result makes them over respect the so termed ‘bright students’. As much as many people may doubt this, it is true that this is something that always lingers in the minds of the self-decided weak students.
            There are so many reasons why I think such respect is misdirected, chief of which is that high school results are always determined by so many factors and they are not in themselves a measure of intellect and ‘brightness’ of students. This is because one may have gone to a good high school. Or worse still perhaps the final exams when the students were sick and they had to do them anyway. The only thing I can tell such students who revere the ‘bright students’ is that when one joins campus, the previous successes cease to be important and everybody-regardless of what happened in high school-starts on an equal footing.  

Saturday, 3 March 2012

My Crush

            I am the most eccentric character the world over, and I really mean that. This is because I really believe in the words of the Prince of Morocco in the book Merchant of Venice by the great William Shakespeare when he says he doesn’t jump with common spirits. I have always believed that when the entire world is going towards the East in unison I will comfortably walk towards the West and not a feel a thing about it. That shouldn’t be interpreted to mean I am a robber or a law breaker for that matter but rather that I make independent even if not always popular decisions, not to mention that I also hold unorthodox stands.
            One of the things I really believe in-or believed in until a couple of weeks ago-is that I could never be smitten by a lady in whatever circumstances. I love essay writing and so you may be tempted to think that this is one of my zillion essays but I would like to guarantee that this is actually me talking about myself. Three or so weeks ago my department organized a one week field trip to the companies in the next town from where my campus is situated.
            I wasn’t enthusiastic about the trip as such but at the end of the week I literally went to the administrators to request if the time could be extended even by a couple of hours if not days. Such was the influence of a lady I met over there. Alexis (pronounced E-lexis) is a lady that you can easily say is as common as all the other ladies if you gaze at her by passing. I had in effect met her so many times before but I had never known any other side of her except that she had a smile that could light a room, not to mention a well-arranged set of milk white teeth. To cut the long story short, she turned out to be the sweetest person I have met in my life. I can’t believe it.