IN THIS LIFE, THINGS WILL FALL APART.




It wouldn't always work out for your favor but in all there's God. 

You see that thing with Nigerians, where we don't take heed to warnings, up until the threats materialize. That's a faulty way of doing things, what it does is that it positions us to learn the hard way. 

Just yesterday in between writing my content of the day, my phone went off. I didn't bother much because though the power button was bad, I had my way around it. I connected to a charger and soon the battery percent started to fill up, I decided to turn it on so I could continue with what I was doing. 

I tried and tried, all to no avail. He took a lot for me to not cry, because I really had stuffs to do. At this point I began regretting neglecting the advises given to me, I thought I was smart and it wasn't necessary to repair the power button since there's another way to go about it. 

If I had earlier repaired the phone at the initial stage of the issue, I would've saved myself from the heartache of being phoneless for nearly 24hours, I would've posted the already written content, I would've had a more efficient day today and saved the money used to repair it. 

From my experience I advice that we look into already crashing systems before it goes beyond repair. 


Merry weekend people!☺️

@favvy_Okwansđź–¤

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