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First of all I wish to share my personal experience about my career.
Actually I am working as an educator. After my training, I found a job in one of the reputed colleges. I started working in this industry because one of my aunts worked in this industry. In her point of view, this is a very good field for youngsters to do interesting and satisfying work. Sharing what we know to others is one of the satisfying and godly things we can do to our society. This is why I chose to apply for this.
Now let’s come to the topic. As we all know, 20-30 years ago, Education was based only on teachers, libraries and books. People used to sit for hours in the library looking for the books related to their assignment works or research paper. But nowadays, everything and everyone is connected through Internet. Now we can complete the same work within a minute by surfing through the websites.
One of the great writers, ‘Ernest Agyemang Yeboah’ said - “What shapes the best in us dies when the best education dies! The best in us shall always be undermined when those that are responsible for shaping the best in us are always undermined!”
Whatever may be the skills, surely those skills will help the child later in it’s life to achieve something great.
Here we list some of the important skills which every child needs to incorporate.
Build concentration and self-discipline
Keeping yourself focused on one thing is really important, especially for students. Children grow according to some common schedules, habits, and routines only when their parents teach them. This will also help them learn control and focus on one particular thing.
Communication
It is important to develop interaction and communication between the children in everyday life and exchange ideas to develop their healthy, social and emotional skills. They should understand what to communicate and share with others. Sometimes they will need their parent’s help regarding how to share it most effectively.
Include reading habits
As we all know, reading is the best way to connect with yourself and with the world out there. As they improve their reading habit, they will be aware of words, particular situations, emotions or stories.
d respond to them, and help to solve their questions or confusions.
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Beneath the twilight's veil, I ponder,
On the path of wisdom, not granted but discovered,
We traverse a labyrinth of silent nights,
Seeking light where shadows reign.
In the ethereal corridors of dreams, I wander,
Among the echoes of ancient stones and stars,
Where truths, like whispered secrets, dwell,
And shadows weave the complex fabric of the soul.
No guide can walk the winding path for us,
No hand can place wisdom in our hands,
It is a flame kindled from the depths of solitude,
Nurtured through the trials of personal experience.
Books of sages, their wisdom merely a spark,
A distant star in the vast cosmic darkness,
The journey to true understanding is solitary,
A path we walk alone in silent contemplation.
A lantern's light in the abyss,
Its fragile glow, a promise of dawn,
Each step, a fragment of truth revealed,
Each heartbeat, an echo of hidden understanding.
Memories, threads in the vast tapestry of life,
Weave joy and sorrow into unseen patterns,
In solitude, the true path emerges,
In the silence where wisdom quietly resides.
The river of existence flows unbroken,
Through deep chasms and peaks that touch the sky,
With each wave, reflections of eternal truths,
Of love, loss, and grace intertwined.
Petals of wisdom bloom at twilight's end,
In gardens where the sorrows of the past dissolve,
Each loss, a lesson, each fall, a rise,
In the sanctuary where the wise find peace.
We weave dreams through life's tapestry,
Sewing hopes into the fabric of existence,
Kindling warmth against the vast cold,
Lighting the way for souls through the immense darkness.
The world, a vast canvas of shadows and light,
Calls for dreams woven with threads of gold,
A path to understanding through the embrace of night,
A solitary journey, the sacred quest of each heart.
Through the starry veil, I perceive,
The mark of destiny on the paths we tread,
We traverse unknown and profound realms,
Only to discover that wisdom is a solitary journey.
A comet streaks through the boundless night,
Its fiery trail, a metaphor of understanding,
A guide against the eternal darkness,
The beacon of life, born from our solitude.
In solitude, the soul sails forth,
Through fierce storms and calms of peace,
To discover the pure and eternal light of wisdom,
In the silent and eternal night of the heart.
"I knew that God was with me, but yet I was afraid and feared evil". by Poet
My personal experience has taught me to face my fears. Confronting such fears does not mean the absence of tears. Nor does it mean that one will be void or immune from 'the feel'. But it does mean that in time, long or short, they are more likely to heal.
Two major fears come to mind as experiences that were very SCARY.
In both cases, there was no way out, no where to run, no way of escape.
In Chicago during the summer of 71, I was the victim of a strong-arm robbery. Two young men, who were mere forms in the dark, pointed a gun and took $90. It was SCARY, but I did not panic, and both they and I were totally silent as they reached into my pocket and took the money. Like David, the Psalmist, I knew that God was with me. But also, unlike David, I did fear evil in the valley of the shadow of death.
In Sacramento, about three years ago, I was walking up the block in my community. To my shock and surprise, a large German Shepherd came running around the corner straight toward me. My heart started beating like a drum, but in the scariness of the moment, my better judgement shifted into gear, and my faith and hope for the best came into focus. The rapid drum beats in my chest quickly ceased as I realized that he was a most friendly German Sheperd who somehow lost his way.
I continued to walk to the end of the block as my new found friend turned and walked with me. We returned to my home, and my friend took on other interests as I called the county to assist in identifying and getting the dog to his home. The county worker finally came and took the Shepherd away.
"Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil". by David the Psalmist
102921PSCtest, ''S'' Contest, New Poems, Constance La France. 2P
Regret… My reply to "HE"; a poem written for me by SOS!
Where to begin…
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I enjoyed you immensely even back then
You meant more to me than just a friend
The closer we became
The more I felt it would end…
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We always had fun
Never thought about the long run
No commitments to each other
Yet we were more than friends... We were lovers…
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Too good to be true... Just look at the clues
Remember "no expectations"
Remember we are "just cool"
Remember these were our rules...
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We both had issues and I didn’t think twice
I was soft and gentle offering wisdom, experience, and advice
Personal experience reminded me of the pains in your life
I knew something was wrong... I felt something was just not right...
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But we had nothing to lose
No future in sight
How I wish you trusted me
I needed you to shed some light…
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What were you feeling
How were you dealing
That your heart needed healing
Revealed what you were concealing…
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Left to answer these questions on my own
Left in the dark all alone
Left with the door cracked in “Danger Zone”
Left with fear of the unknown...
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FEAR TOOK MY HAND AND LEAD ME TO ROAM...
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I’d been hurt just a short time before
My heart was hiding behind steel doors
Somehow you cracked it and let fear in
Fear is powerful and fear did win...
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THANKFULLY THIS WAS JUST THE BEGINNING... THIS WAS NOT OUR END...
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Only time will tell if our wounds are healed
Little by little we break the seal's of fear
Little by little we open up and reveal
What’s in our hearts and what we truly feel…
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We have learned from the mistakes of our past
Taken a new direction; created a new path
Neither one of us is hiding behind a mask
This time will be better...
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THIS TIME I HOPE IT WILL LAST...
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Lay
Gone and flushed out my life not through the simplicity of adoption,
But through another type of passing, this was my only option,
With no financial stability I lost all capability,
To care for you, they stripped you from me through my own admissibility,
How could you know I was your mother, I never even gave you a name,
I stripped my precious "No Name" of life and put myself to shame,
No face do I have, don't look, just turn away,
I feel judged as my face perceived my thoughts in a disarray,
I hear them all talking, screaming, "Murderer, killer!"
I can't bare this type of torture they yell, "Kill her, kill her!"
The voices in my head force my hand a little more by the day,
I took the life of my own and now my heart is starting to decay,
But deep down within you try to find some inner peace,
Oh but how that can never be see how your peace became so brief,
But don't think the simple feeling of stitches will give you healing,
With a sudden sigh of relief you could never compress this feeling,
All the shame and the pain and the hurt and the lies,
Sitting there all night in the mirror while you cry,
You do the crime you pay the time is usually the story's moral,
But I got out with an easy pass, oh how my thoughts begin to quarrel,
Sickness taking hold of me, but this is different from before,
Because this sickness isn't caused from the beautiful soul I once bore,
Once more, I live a life that feels like a living hell,
Can't you tell by my outward expression all the inner pain I dwell,
Of course I have times when I sit up all night and cry,
Maybe it's because I feel a part of me within has died,
Even though the sad reality is that a part of me was killed,
So maybe I shed tears at the thought that my own blood was spilled,
Cold chill going through the inner course of my vein,
Slowly but surely it enters the course of my brain,
FREEZE! And it coerces me to deliberate,
Stuck between tears and silence I now am left here to hesitate,
I made my decision before I even knew I cared,
Paranoid, my thoughts are overruled and now they've got me ensnared,
Not ready to be responsible I had no clue what to do,
So with remorse I sent you to your demise before I knew you.
To President Joe Biden
Anecdote : It is an ode to poetry, nothing personal, nothing satirical, and the ultrasound is a personal experience of further need in contemplation of my left breast, where unwanted growths gave me a huge dilemma of metaphorical islands, benign or cancerous, does not matter.
Shawna has a sharp shape , robust figurative speech
Strange, nosy, but arrogant, stern and stubborn in beauty.
Her newly wed face had a bridal glow, sunlight mystery
She is particular in her pink dresses, pink lipsticks
and in her pink stones in carved jewels.
I remembered her through the legacy of thirteen years
Hospital floors are shiny, hinting in polished and polishing epigraphs
Reasons. Limiting definitions. Wanted and fine-tuned reasons.
The soap opera in happening time on the TV screen
mounted on the higher end, had an obnoxious hetero-mixture in latency
Las Vegas casinos or improper door fixation in pious inter-courses, timely or otherwise or whatever.
Always an earned longevity in otherwise, other way, in urging other needs.
No one permit it though
The janitors in duty, or the front desk attendants
All were busy too, belonging somewhere elsewhere.
Then I realized, I was wrongly -matched in my pairs of shoes
No one spared the other control, endless saga of two edged folding.
Although, I am a success story of a substantial assimilation of homo-sapiens tribal affair.
I have two eyes, two hands and two strong feet,
Strong, sensible and rational in a rationalizing world.
In the wider sense, too.
I did not recall Shawna , it was still a cloudy aftermath, till that pausing time.
But the end time was drawing closer and closer..
In the beforehand receipt of the ultrasound , and with the post one also.
So that doctor can convert these images into information
humane information
A rusty bastard life earning generous aristocrat reason
To keep it ongoing in Shawna's impeccable life
and in mine too, with my formal prosecutions of cacophony
of falling short in paired shoes.
Therefore the sonic time can heal and deal and reveal
The eternal research question of
The supplicating feminine weep hole.
To reach nirvana
Poet paradise
You have to reach the third level
It's a journey to forever
It may take some their whole lifetime,
and others may never get there
It's a quantum leap
fraught with uncertainty
First it takes writing skill,
then an inexhaustible will
and finally, untapped creativity
The first level is easy
Most anyone can do it,
you simply write what you feel and think
It requires no linguistic coordination,
no moral obligation,
just the courage to dive in, unafraid to sink
Some people drown in their own words,
no sense of it all can be heard,
just a rapid ride on their stream of consciousness
If you make it through the first level
with pen still in hand and curiosity still intact,
you can further elevate and explore
But a lot of poets, sadly, become satisfied with where they're at
The second level is much harder
Not everyone can do it,
exploring themes not from your own personal experience
It's a precarious climb
melding a vicarious mind,
leading you sometimes to places that you never sought to find
Some people can't handle it, they cower away
when facing the daunting realm of the unknown
Unanchored from their familiar world view, their confidence be gone
If you make through the second level
with sound mind in place and determination still undeterred,
you can shed the constraints of time and space
But more winnowed poets, regrettably,
haven't the creative stamina to finish the race
The third level is the most difficult to reach
Only breached by a chosen few,
who were born to travel to the farthest dimensions of the mind
They breathe unexplored air,
they speak with authority of being there
Poetic pioneers fearlessly going where others are not so inclined
They are chosen ones who enter a hidden sacred space;
transversing the treacherous depths of the heart, facing come what may
They are timeless souls searching beyond the veiled gray
They've reached the third level
Nirvana
Poet paradise
The nexus of every imagined possibility:
they will be faithful to observe,
faithful to record,
faithful to write all that they see
River Ethiope has swallowed another big
fish
River Ethiope has swallowed another big
fish
She waves her tail large the size of her
teeth
River Ethiope has swallowed a big
fish
Her hungry is a mystery
feed
Her fangs cold like her broad
hips
She is a regurgitating
beast
chews her cods
slowly
she raises her prey up down
up again and down then up
the third time and. finally chews
after some days in the belly
vomit it prey
stiff
stilled
ill
many forgotten souls lie beneath her. deep
River Ethiope has hijacked another student
Like a hawk she dives prickly
On its prey at a glance sweeps like cyclone and steals
At the brink
of her mouth another
Final year scholar she drinks who
Gone to be with the swim
is gone into
thin air only to be seen
days later on
top of her skin white, stiff still
Eyes pop out.
River Ethiope is a. beast
She never get filled
River Ethiope is found in Niger Delta area
Located in Ethiope East, Delta state in Nigeria
This poem is based on a true life story
With close personal experience
In my university days,
Delta State university , Abraka
5/6/2020
Do we break the mirror of life, to reach the other side. Our life's journey can be long or short, we never know when it will end. We are not given the time table for our life, one day it is just over. Can we hear the mirror break, can we see the mirror break. Some have died and come back, what can we learn from this. Could it be we cannot learn from them, since death is a personal experience. This is truly a one way street, most do not return to do it again. Life and death are both mysteries, many questions with few answers.
Date Written: 3/7/2023
Whenever I think of depression, I think of it as a cold deep bottomless black hole. I think of it as being surrounded by an endless night, without the break of day. The only solution dealing with depression is to pray. That God will have mercy and will turn your lights back on. "The light of the world is Jesus."
There are proper medication helping people to deal with depression. I really ought to know. From personal experience, because I take one psych medication for depression. There are side effects for most medications, Including some medication dealing with side effects. It is important for me or anyone else to take all of our physician prescribed medication as directed.
Whenever I think of depression, I think of the utmost empty feelings harboring deep within my heart, mind and soul. But I also believe, "God you are more valuable than diamonds. God you are more valuable than gold." God your faith can lift me high above the mountain tops of my life.
Whenever I think of depression, I feel lost and all alone. It is as if all my friends have deserted me. And i have been left far behind with no body to console me.
But than I think, "Oh how he loves you and me. Oh how he loves you and me. He gave his life what more could he give? Oh how he loves you. Oh how he loves me. Oh how he loves you and me."
Whenever I think about depression, I can think about the times. I wanted to blow my bright and shining candlestick completely out. And putting an abrupt ending to my comfortless and senseless life.
But than I think, "Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to him belong. They are week but he is strong." "And it shall come to pass that in the last days, that all who call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea Dubarry
Roxy 1954/ October Country
August 18, 2020