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To Copy or Not?

*Singing 9ice's 'photocopy no easy, you can never be like me' *
Actually, photocopy is easy, and very cheap sef. In Ibadan you can photocopy a page for #2 if you know the right places. Anyway, I'm not here to talk about literal photocopy today but something metaphorical. First, I apologize for being AWOL, it wasn't deliberate.
Now, to today's issue. Do you think it's a bad thing to copy people around you? In my opinion, it's not advisable even though it is not totally bad. The reason is simple. It is not bad to want to copy someone if you think that person is a better version of you. However, I think it's wrong to copy a person's every move. In my opinion, you both can be similar but yet different! To illustrate, I will use cake and wine. Cake and wine are similar because they are both edibles, but they are also different.
The longer wine stays on the shelf, the better it gets! However, cake is best served hot I think. That is why people call themselves hot cake(don't mind those ones, I'm the original hot cake).
My point exactly? If Mr cake decides to copy Mr wine and decide to stay longer on the shelf,  what will happen? It will rot. Please note that Mr cake can still want to be like Mr wine. The difference is that Mr cake will try to make his ingredients better in order to achieve a better taste.
 So dear friends, what am I saying? I'm telling you to admire, be inspired but do not copy. Spice your own configuration and be a different version of your role model or whoever you admire.
PS: If you follow me on Facebook you will remember I complained about adding some extra weight that I did not want to keep. Guess what? I got rid of it! I'll tell you how in a new post.
Take care, I love you. 

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  1. Unknown3 September 2016 at 11:03

    Good point though

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  2. Unknown3 September 2016 at 21:06

    I can't get my mind off the #2 photocopy deal!! Awesome!!

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  3. Unknown3 September 2016 at 21:07

    I can't get my mind off the #2 photocopy deal!! Awesome!!

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  4. Unknown27 September 2016 at 18:03

    Kween,Na so you like awuf? Just kidding though......don't mind me.

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