After several years, I enjoy writing about strategy, leadership, emotional intelligence from business analyst lenses.
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A true leader should be like the spring season—bringing light to a place once covered in protracted darkness. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Wisdom is a like a crown on the heads of those who have it —they wear it with caution. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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If life were all questions and no answers, it would be a world of sickness without cure. If the other way round, it would be a world of cure with no sickness. Next to this is the meaninglessness of life, which is palpable to those that read meaning into everything meaningless. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Love him that loves you. Respect him that inspires you. Follow him that leads well. Emulate him that is Godly. Encourage him that has vision. Build him that has potential. Defend him that is oppressed. Educate him that is narrow-minded. . . . And life goes on. Good luck to us all. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Any leader that runs out of ideas should as well run out of office. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Every wrinkle on my mom’s face was a poem I never dared to read.
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Every wound I didn’t have, it’s because she bore it instead.
-about my mom
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A true leader should be like the spring season? bringing light to a place once covered in protracted darkness. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Donation demands explanations. Are you ready to explain?
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Between African leaders and power, it’s “Till death do us part.” ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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As tall as Mount Everest. As quiet as a lamb. As unending as power in the hands of the African leader. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Racism, tribalism and all forms of segregation make your view of life as narrow as the education of a man who can read but cannot write. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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True leaders are the ones who turn their backs from time to time to see that no one among those they are leading is left behind. In the case of Africa, however, the leaders turn their backs from time to time, like greedy treasury looters, to see that nothing they have looted is left behind. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Africa has sit-tight problems because she has sit-tight leaders. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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My philosophy is, if one can't write it a bit differently, why bother writing it at all, no matter how pretty or motivational the work -- why repeat what others say beautifully? Creation is infinite -- why limit one's self, and one's God? When writing I throw out tons of publishable material, till a phrase pops onto paper, that has a hint of something original. Then I go with it. Let the Muse lead.
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As quiet as a lamb. As unending as power in the hands of the African leader. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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No matter how fast artificial intelligence spreads, global stupidity will always be ahead of it. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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You don't need to be literate in order to read the human mind. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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The darkest nights are softened by the memory of a steady, guiding light.
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When you’re just an option in someone’s life, they’ll overlook the value of your presence, no matter how rare your heart is. True worth is only seen by those who are ready to cherish it, not by those still weighing their options.
By: Innantia Magcanya
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We loved each other with the same desperation a junkie seeks his syringe: in the dead of night, in darkness, without shame.
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There are days when God is quiet. And instead of praying, we complain about the silence.
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"Writers knock on the door of the readers hearts."
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"The words dance as the reader, reads them."
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"It is up to the reader to give credit or blame."
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You perceived the silence
but read it
as if it bore your imprint.
And in the emptiness,
you heard
the voice no one had ever spoken.
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“A CREATIVE PERSON is someone that can see many options, is highly flexible, able to learn constantly & has the ability to go with flow. One cannot create in stagnancy or inflexibility. To expand imagination, travel dimensions & realms & create fresh new pieces one has to flexate, move, let go of that which is already done.”
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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It’s like buying a classic car that’s clocked half a million miles. Still polished, sounds sweet when you start it up, but push it too hard and the engine just can’t take the strain. Looks might still turn heads, but under the bonnet, the wear and tear tells a different story.
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Fine fabric of poetry closer
the frayed edges of language, loose
threads of thought we light, to keep
from unraveling. What lasting value,
if any at all, rises in the smoke, is
sustained by memory of the lyrical
flash.
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