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| January 12
When I started to write the codes of PageCarton in 2011, it seemed like the crazy thing to do. But then, crazy was not new to me. People around me knows me to be an ambassador for crazy. I thought we could have a web framework that could be broken down into tiny bits. So I thought about breaking down web content into smaller “widgets” which will have their own independent URL, classes and links. Then, I envisioned we could programmatically call each wid...
It is a common discussion nowadays, whenever a programming newbie asks what language he should learn, a debate would soon ensue involving whether they should go for one language or the other. Most of the time, I try to avoid the needless arguments and say anyone willing to start a career in software development should just close eye and pick a language. Because really, it doesn't matter what platform/language you start with, the spirit/art of "programming/coding" is in fact o...
It was at the thanksgiving service of the Gospel Students Fellowship (GSF) in FUTA sometime in the later part of 2010. We the final year student members of the fellowship were to come out to share our testimonies. We took turns to talk about our five-year program in school. At first I couldn’t go out; I didn’t know what to say. Everyone else had a somewhat great experience going through school. How they never had a D, E or F; how they had the best results in their class,...
My dear father, I love you. I thank God everyday for you. You have been a great inspiration and a symbol of courage and love. To me, to my brothers & sisters and to everyone who has known you, in love. Whoever thinks otherwise doesn’t really know you. It’s been a challenge being a son of a great man. Having the responsibility to live up to the standards you set and yet break the barriers which limited your existence. My heart longs to uphold all the god...
I want to get a better chance into tomorrow, so I hold my ware like a soldier would wield a riffle - ready for war. As entrepreneurs, are we not the millennial warriors? The marketplace is the warfront. Whatever we do - whether playing dirty, playing easy or playing safe, we strive daily not to get eaten. People get eaten in our world where no one owes us a handout; for every single day we don’t sell, we so fade; we keep fading until we become like a used toilet paper, flushed and gon...
Every morning in my father’s house was like judgement day - you wake up to loud bell ringing, a signal that everyone under the roof must converge at the living room for the morning devotion. If you fail to get out of bed in time, you will begin to hear some sweet songs, a feeling like heaven is waiting for you; if you dare tarry, judgement might just meet you in your sleep. Your judgement might be ordered through a piece of beating with cane - why in the world would you not wake up? Tha...
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