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FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN

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By Ameka Tessy
Emeka lost another broadcasting job opportunity after taken series of advice from his Pastor never to go off any opportunity that may surface itself again.
He wallowed in anguish, knowing fully well that he was the cause of his problem.
Before then,he had prepared for the interview and was ready to crunch and grind any possible question that may be thrown at him.
As early as 7:20am in the morning when he arrived at the Media Station,fear gripped him at once, he saw large number of people well dressed and polished waiting to be interviewed.
Emeka also learnt that few came with their personal car whereas he boarded a commercial bus to keep up with the appointment.
He immediately decided to walk away even though it wasn’t is turn to be interviewed that morning. The thought of…I’m not good enough, they won’t give me the job kept ringing through his head.
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Many are victim of the above. Fear is an enemy to success and that is why you mustn’t give it a chance to overcome you.Some has lived with fear right from their Secondary school to their Tertiary stage in life.They still find themselves struggling with to let go of it but all to no avail.
Fear of the unknown made majority of we Africans wallow in abject poverty. It is also claimed lives of many because people are afraid to lose their relationship, marriage,job etc.
Even when you are told about your fears and to overcome them,words like this pops up;
I can’t!
I’m not good enough!
I don’t have much knowledge!
People will say this and that!
All this are excuses you make will you open your front door to fear of the unknown.
One thing is certain, people will always say…whether good or bad but just do your thing shamelessly and she fear down to an endless exile.
Giving up is never a first nor second option,just face your fears squarely and stand strong for a positive result.
Remember, quitters are never winners.

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And I met a terrible error

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And my society scattered

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