DonOms:


Welcome aboard flight INTRO2017 flying from Room to Couch. Don't expect unlimited options for in-house entertainment on this flight as introverts are not so big on that. You'll be glad there'll be little or no bashing but you can count on getting real-life experiences of introverts once in a while. Also, there's a wide range of encouraged activities to help passengers become better versions of themselves although that won't come up too often as introverts cherish their ME-time and recharge moments which can take forever sometimes. All things being equal, this flight promises to live up to its expectations and extroverts never board because they can't stand the in-flight activities. Sit back and relax. If you have any questions, do feel free to ask as all passengers are always ready to help. Your Pilot's name is @Olarewajub. Enjoy the flight!

Wow!

Thanks.

DonOms:


Welcome aboard flight INTRO2017 flying from Room to Couch. Don't expect unlimited options for in-house entertainment on this flight as introverts are not so big on that. You'll be glad there'll be little or no bashing but you can count on getting real-life experiences of introverts once in a while. Also, there's a wide range of encouraged activities to help passengers become better versions of themselves although that won't come up too often as introverts cherish their ME-time and recharge moments which can take forever sometimes. All things being equal, this flight promises to live up to its expectations and extroverts never board because they can't stand the in-flight activities. Sit back and relax. If you have any questions, do feel free to ask as all passengers are always ready to help. Your Pilot's name is @Olarewajub. Enjoy the flight!

Nice one!

DonOms:


Now that's the Introvert spirit! Introverts need to accept it's okay to be who they are and not be bothered by the intimidations and complains of extroverts about them.

Exactly.

GloryIsaac:


Bro, you tried o.... I still get goosebumps whenever I remember some of my shortcomings in the past .... Topping the list was having a blackout in a debate competition final when I realised that certain personalities were around, I still feel bad knowing that I let the whole high school down despite being touted as the next big thing (This happened 7-8 years ago)


Lest I forget, Happy Easter to the Introvert family

Nightcrawler

GloryIsaac:


Bro, you tried o.... I still get goosebumps whenever I remember some of my shortcomings in the past .... Topping the list was having a blackout in a debate competition final when I realised that certain personalities were around, I still feel bad knowing that I let the whole high school down despite being touted as the next big thing (This happened 7-8 years ago)


Lest I forget, Happy Easter to the Introvert family

Mehn this is devastating.
Similar thing happened to me in high school but mine wasn't a total black out. I stuttered a lot. We just have to keep improving our public speaking skills in order to avoid these situations in the future.

Olarewajub:



Mehn this is devastating.
Similar thing happened to me in high school but mine wasn't a total black out. I stuttered a lot. We just have to keep improving our public speaking skills in order to avoid these situations in the future.

What is it with introverts and stuttering anyway? No matter how much I know about a particular topic, when it comes down to public speaking I begin to stutter.

I intend to go into speech therapy.

Introversion has really got me.

Krasid:
What is it with introverts and stuttering anyway? No matter how much I know about a particular topic, when it comes down to public speaking I begin to stutter.

Lol. I think the stuttering problem is not so much about our introversion as it is about our often-poor social skills. Suffice to say, an introvert can still remain an introvert and be an excellent orator. Because we are introverts, we prefer solitude and therefore avoid social events or public speaking. So as we grow older, our social skills doesn't quite grow on a par with our age.

I think one sure-fire way to help with the stuttering is to catch one's breadth and not overthink the situation. Speaking publicly kukuma no dey kill so we should just try to make light the situation.

Stuttering has been scientifically linked to anxiety (and social anxiety) so catching one's breath and taking it slow helps to eliminate the stutter with time. Also, one thing that helped with my own public speaking skills is that I repeatedly tell myself that talking to a group is the same as talking to one person and I act so. That way, I can speak well to a group because at the back of my head I am speaking to one person only.

Finally, I think preparation and practice help a lot too. And learning the rules of grammar helps to increase confidence which in turn reduces anxiety.

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GloryIsaac:



Hey Oyin, been some time.... seems I'm not the only one in the night crawling ministry

I'm the Pastor of that ministry

Knetpro:
Hi fellow introverts!!!

Please celebrate with me!!!

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Isoko man... I hail.

DonOms:


Lol. I think the stuttering problem is not so much about our introversion as it is about our often-poor social skills. Suffice to say, an introvert can still remain an introvert and be an excellent orator. Because we are introverts, we prefer solitude and therefore avoid social events or public speaking. So as we grow older, our social skills doesn't quite grow on a par with our age.

I think one sure-fire way to help with the stuttering is to catch one's breadth and not overthink the situation. Speaking publicly kukuma no dey kill so we should just try to make light the situation.

Stuttering has been scientifically linked to anxiety (and social anxiety) so catching one's breath and taking it slow helps to eliminate the stutter with time. Also, one thing that helped with my own public speaking skills is that I repeatedly tell myself that talking to a group is the same as talking to one person and I act so. That way, I can speak well to a group because at the back of my head I am speaking to one person only.

Finally, I think preparation and practice help a lot too. And learning the rules of grammar helps to increase confidence which in turn reduces anxiety.

hmmmhmmmm.. well said sir, once an Individual has trouble with sociable relational and communication skills, stuttering will always come up.it has nothing to really do with been an introvert o!, by the grace of God, I am very good at interpersonal relationship n communication, so flowing in rhymes and lines has never been any trouble, (though a very introverted individual),I have been able to grow up with the idea and vision that I am created to make impact were ever I am, so personal development has been the order of the years with me.Most of the people I have served with don't forget me very easily, I put all my energy into my any giving assignment. Let all introverts learn to relate to a certain level,it builds some confidence in any one

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Hmm, there's definitely a link but I don't think introversion is a direct cause of speech impediments, I think introverts just tend to be more anxious which is what may cause the problems with speech

Hi, Good afternoon everyone, I'm new here,
Happy Sunday,

Giel:
Hi, Good afternoon everyone, I'm new here, Happy Sunday,

Happy Sunday to you too. Welcome.

SugaryBelle:


Happy Sunday to you too. Welcome.

Thanks

My kindness to a total stranger put me into a huge debt and nearly landed me in big wahala


A friend of mine from South-eastern Nigeria bears the name Ogomegbulam. He told me the name loosely translates as “May my good gesture not kill me”. I thought of that name when my kindness to a total stranger nearly landed me in big trouble.

My name is Moses Gaiya. I was born and brought up in Jos, Plateau State, but had to relocate to Lagos in 2010 in search of greener pastures. Those who know Jos know that despite its good climate, the city’s pastures are not green enough – nowhere near as green as Lagos, the land of opportunities.

I was no JJC (Johnnie Just Come) in Lagos because I had visited the city twice before my relocation. I had this close friend in Lagos who let me stay with him until I got enough money to rent an apartment for myself. Being a big believer in putting my best in all I do, I worked so hard, avoided women and liquor, and within one year I had enough money to rent a three-bedroom flat in Mafoluku, away from the Agege area where my friend resided. I went for a three-bedroom flat so there would be enough rooms in case my family wanted to visit.

I had a shop at Ikeja (Computer Village) where I sold electronics and with time, I created a small space for repairs because I noticed that most people only went for new gadgets when the old ones got spoilt beyond repair. My business flourished because I treated my customers nicely.

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On my way to work every morning, I usually stopped at a newsstand close by to have a glimpse of what was going on in the country and also to enjoy the interesting heated debates which are common around newsstands. Sometimes I participated, at other times I just stood back and watched.

It was during one of those mornings at the stand that I met Derek. Derek was one of those people that you cannot but notice even in a crowd, not because of his looks but his voice. His intonation alone told anyone who cared that he had lived outside Nigeria. He not only spoke like Oyinbo but every word that came out of his mouth made a lot of sense. That day, I ended up staying longer at the stand and we got acquainted before I took my leave.

Subsequently, I saw Derek at the stand virtually every day. He was as constant as the Northern star. Some mornings I got there before him and some days he got there before me, but I always left before him to attend to my business.

Then one morning, I didn’t see Derek at the stand as usual. For the next four days he didn’t show up. When I inquired about him from the regular faces, they had no clue as to his whereabouts or why he was missing at the stand. I was worried.

As fate would have it, three weeks later, I saw Derek around my office. I had closed for the day and was heading towards my car when I sighted him sitting beside a food vendor. I walked up to him, greeted him and asked why he had not shown up at the stand for so long.

“Bruh, life hasn’t been easy,” he told me. “I’ve been putting up with a friend, but the guy just woke up one morning a few weeks ago and decided I’d overstayed my welcome. I’m homeless, man!”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Derek homeless? With all his polished English and fine arguments? But then, things are not always what they seem. Life happens.

Since I was all alone in the house and could do with some company, I thought I could shelter him. What are friends (or acquaintances if you wish) for?

Derek was a jolly good fellow and we had great times together. He told me he worked with a consulting firm in Ikeja, but I never had time to go see there or maybe I never saw the need to. Anytime we talked about life and family, I noticed that Derek was always evasive – he avoided talking about his family even when I pushed him to. When I asked him why, he usually said that some things were better left unsaid.

Two weeks after I took Derek in, my mother came visiting. She was sore with me and said I was insane for accommodating a total stranger.

“Are you stupid? At your age and size, don’t you have common sense, or are you trying to get yourself killed? What do you know about this man? Nothing!” my mother screamed.

I sensed a mixture of fear and anger as she practically ordered me to send Derek away before I got myself into some serious trouble, but I saw no trouble coming. Besides, Derek was a wonderful company.

Not too long after my mother travelled back to Jos, Derek became ill. I took him from one hospital to another, exhausting all I had in the process. I even had to borrow money at some point.

When his condition wasn’t getting any better, I told him it was time to reach out to his family, but he wouldn’t hear of that. Even in deep sleep, Derek would cling unto his phone as if his life depended on it. I tried taking his phone one day while he was asleep, but his grip on it tightened.

When I could no longer pay the bills, Derek was discharged to probably go home and die. It was then that my mother’s words echoed loudly in my ears and my fears tripled.

“What if the worst happens to Derek now? Who would believe my story? And the police? They would just put me behind bars for a crime I didn’t commit,” I asked no one in particular.

To make matters worse, Derek had become an entirely different person, not the jolly good fellow I used to know. I then saw him as wicked and inconsiderate for not even thinking about me or the pressure he was putting me through. His sickness had gulped my savings, and I had borrowed so much because I believed he would pay me back when he regained his health, but at a point no one was willing to lend me anymore. Perhaps word had gone round Computer Village that I owed many people and there was no hope of paying them back anytime soon.

It was at that point that I remembered his church. Without hesitation, I bundled Derek inside my car and drove him to his church. The moment his church accepted him, I heaved a sigh of relief.

With the help of the church, we started calling all the numbers on his phone until one of them said she was his elder sister. She told us she lived in Lagos. When she came to the church that same day in the company of her husband and driver, I was shocked to the marrow. She was rich by all standards and I wondered why Derek would have such a rich sister living large in Lagos and still choose to suffer.

Derek was taken to another hospital far better than the one I had taken him to. I spent about an hour with them, we exchanged contacts and I left. The following day, I called to know how he was doing and was told that he was doing fine. I could not visit that day but promised to visit the following day. I needed some time to attend to my work since Derek was safely in the hands of his family members.

I was preparing to visit the hospital the next day when Derek’s elder sister arrived with someone whom I later got to know was their younger sister. I wasn’t expecting such an unscheduled visit, though I was the one who gave her my address. They told me they had come for Derek’s belongings. It was so abrupt. No pleasantries, no appreciations, nothing.

I was shocked at their behaviour and told them so. They were not nice at all, those people, and so I asked them to pay me back all I had spent taking their brother from one hospital to the other before I would allow them to take his belongings.

“After killing our brother, you still want us to pay you? You must be a heartless man. Count yourself lucky that we have not instituted a lawsuit against you,” the younger woman said emotionlessly.

I was furious, but this was no time to get mad. The news of Derek’s death was shattering enough. Though he wasn’t related to me in any way, I felt it deep in my soul and I wept. To avoid confrontation, I just opened the room and allowed them to move his belongings.

I later learnt from his pastor that Derek died the very night we took him to the hospital and his family took his remains to the village the following morning. Derek was a good person and I miss him greatly. Even though his family showed no gratitude for my kindness towards their brother, I’m just grateful to God for the opportunity to show kindness and that my kindness did not eventually kill me, though it put me in serious debt that I’m yet to come out of. I still ask myself every day, what if Derek had died in my hands?

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hello guys,I'm really happy to be here and also overcome the flaws associated with introverts.

please i need a link to the book titled QUIET

SugaryBelle:


Happy Sunday to you too. Welcome.

I read your diary.

gidjah:
hmmmhmmmm.. well said sir, once an Individual has trouble with sociable relational and communication skills, stuttering will always come up.it has nothing to really do with been an introvert o!, by the grace of God, I am very good at interpersonal relationship n communication, so flowing in rhymes and lines has never been any trouble, (though a very introverted individual),I have been able to grow up with the idea and vision that I am created to make impact were ever I am, so personal development has been the order of the years with me.Most of the people I have served with don't forget me very easily, I put all my energy into my any giving assignment. Let all introverts learn to relate to a certain level,it builds some confidence in any one

Uncle gidjah,i hail oo.

Melsan:
Uncle gidjah,i hail oo.

my dear friend, bawo ni o, ? it's been long, yaya kwanna biyu ne ?

gidjah:
my dear friend, bawo ni o, ? it's been long, yaya kwanna biyu ne ?

Mi wa okay. How wifey and the children? You just forget me,ko da oo

Melsan:
Mi wa okay. How wifey and the children? You just forget me,ko da oo

for where,!! been very busy this yr abeg, still remember my friends o, u sef dey too special to forget.

Convinced I'm actually an ambivert, not an introvert

gidjah:
for where,!! been very busy this yr abeg, still remember my friends o, u sef dey too special to forget.

I hear you. It is well.

I have always love my introverted life until I have to be ambivert coz I do fashion, but two things can't change, am a Taurus and am melancholy