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My First Post?

This is not my first attempt at blogging. A few years ago I once started a blog called zefrenchguy@blogspot.com. After the first few sentences, I did not know what to write and so over time I forgot about the blog and when I tried to revisit it, I found that blogspot no longer wanted to waste any space keeping it.

So why am I writing again?

A couple of months ago, I started writing a journal. The reason was that one day when I grow old, it'll be nice to read back and laugh at the shit that was my life. Over time, I realised that writing a journal was just be about one of the most worthwhile things I did in a long time. Reason being that one writes slower than one thinks. As such, writing allows for more time to look at the whole issue and more often than not, I realised that I was ,more often than not, complaining and worrying about the small things in life. Briefly put, writing helped me to put things into perspective.

Of course, this blog will purely repeat some things that I wrote in my journal that I feel are worth sharing or worth hearing a second opinion about. Like a friend of mine once said, the best things in life are meant to be shared.

A few last notes. No, you won't hear me talking about how delicious the bakwa was, how hot the weather is or what he said or she said about who looks better. For God's sake,I am 22 years old.

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