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Growing up, we were taught to protect our talents by hiding them, never to show them to anyone. We were told there were destiny snatchers who were usually family relations and neighbours than strangers. Lies! All lies!
I tell you most solemnly, the best way to secure your gift is to showcase it. Gone are the days they went about searching for or hunting one who possessed a particular skill. Today, there are many persons who have same potentials as you. Sadly, the world is busy, too busy to notice you. You must distract them to recognise you. You must strive against all odds to convince us beyond every doubt that you've got something unique. That you are capable! And don't tell me you're capable of nothing naturally. Each of us has got something sui generis. Look inwards. You must discover yourself. And should you be in a country like Nigeria, you may have to lobby for the chance to show your gift. Make your gift count, at least for your own happiness. It's a norm you must imbibe to survive.

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