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Me I cannor comman lie to you, I am actually guilty of what I’m about to write even though I’ve repented completely. I had to ditch these attitudes on discovering they were holding me back instead of propelling me the other way round. Everything I’m going to write will be from personal experience Without much talk, I present to you 5 of the numerous things which make a blog prosper but which bloggers hate doing: 1. Linking to other blogs: After writing painstakingly a post which I think would blow (i.e rake in many views, shares and likes), I would refuse to link to other blogs, no matter how relevant that link would be to my post, I will never use the hyperlink icon. Unknown to me, the more I link out to other sites, the higher my chances of being popular (both to search engines and other bloggers). Even Yoast SEO will mark you red if you don’t link. Today, I know better cos I link to at least 2 external blogs on every of my posts. 2. Reading rivals’ blogs: The simple thought of me adding to the daily page views of other blogs and also reducing their bounce rate scares me away from reading other blogs (especially those in the same niche), “gosh!” I’d always exclaim… But I realized later that this is nothing. In fact reading other blogs will at least put smile on the faces of these bloggers. More often than none, you get to steal one or two tricks from more established bloggers. 3. Shouting out to other bloggers on social media: The fear of orchestrating the diversion of my audience to other blogs scares me to the marrow. This was when I initially started though. I feared that if I retweeted or liked another blog’s comment, I’d lose my potential followers. But after realizing that my people will remain my people provided I don’t stop putting out good posts without compromising hard work. I shout out to as many as I can. 4. Contributing contents to other blogs: There was even a time when I considered opening another blog just because I felt I could write about other niches like blogging and SEO, celebrity gist and events report. But I had to jettison the idea. Instead I decided to share any idea I have outside my niche to other blogs or forums that might need them so as to add content to what they already have. If you want me to write a unique post for you, holla at me and I won’t even ask for money. 5. Sharing other bloggers’ posts I hate this but I started making friends the day I started. The funny thing is some of them return the favour while some don’t. But guess what? I am OK with it. My name is Phillips Tunde and I own www.nomadicnegro.com This blog will grow to be the greatest solo travel blog that would ever grace the scene of blogging. |
iamharkinwaley:i was a bit sceptical too. though, there are many versions of the story, many indicators point towards bilikisu's grave in ijebu ode as the most unique. indicators like: -no other country has a more popular claim. -the description of queen Sheba in the bible suggests she's from the black race. -many people from different continents come at different times to pay homage to that same grave. the list is endless but until we find a more better proof that she isn't, let's assume she is. |
[quote author=iamharkinwaley post=52248244][/quote]you mentioned me like u know me outside nairaland. merry Christmas bro. the write-up was inspired by the kind of childhood I had |
As early as 6:30-7am, we'd begin the sojourn In search of partially blown bangers/knockout- e.g a 3 sound banger that only sounded twice the night before. All the while, mum will be busy in the kitchen preparing green concoction which passed as our fried rice- a meal we ate only once in 365days. We'd get back around 10am looking all white like stranded eskimos, Not forgeting to remind u of our severely broken lips- the amartan was usually severe then. *dunno what's happening lately. We'd get back happily as we rocked the neighbourhood with our painstakingly sourced firecrackers- making the air heavy with the smell of the unfriendly white powder. Some actually get hurt in the process but who cares! We take a detour from there to the backyard or in front of the densely populated building in "opeloyeru street"- a suburb in Lagos mainland, splashed ourselves with water from dented aluminium buckets as we enjoyed our bath. Then came the most sluggish part of the day- a time when no one wants to be the first to dress up. Therefore, u see everyone adorned with myriads of 501 crested pants and computer socks, strolling round the compound like well paid caretakers, awaiting what others are going to wear before finally dressing up. With the mind-games still ongoing, breakfast will be served while we step the chunk down with a bottle of orobo (nick for any 50cl drink esp. Pepsi) which had to be shared using age as the only criterion between myself and my siblings. Shortly after breakfast, we'd start distributing food to every of the 22 households in the rickety-looking building while they return the gesture. Eventually we'd put on our clothes; complementing perfectly with different colours of shades- if ur parents could afford the 'alinco glass' type, glory be to God cos that means class! Around 1-2pm, we set to greeting f&f: I still doubt if any fulani nomad can beat me in trekking till this day. We go, we eat and we come back! Yeah! With pockets filled with the lowest of currencies but in their abundance. To hell wit u and ur awolowo and azikiwe crested currency. We cherished only portraits resembling tafawa balewa and alvan ikoku. The luckiest mums were the ones who had more kids. We empty our purses for our mums in disguise of them keeping them for us. Lol. Then came the most hated part of christmas- "dusk". We wouldn't want to agree that all was about coming to an end just like that! Even the celebrant won't help us beg his father, had we gone to him for help. Night will crawl in more rapidly than we expected. But around bed time, we'd suddenly let out a large grin- on realizing that a bigger feast will resurface cum the nxt 7days. We'd sprawl on the mat without pulling our clothes while the most high keeps tab us. Christmas used to be fun when I still believed in it. I guess it still is though. The only regret however is the fact that such memorable childhood will never resurface again, no matter how hard I try. Merry christmas nonetheless. my name is Tunde and I run www.nomadicnegro.com |
I intend dropping 2 of my other adventures in a couple of hours from now on either of the following: - point of no return - Seriki Abass historical building - the inspiring story of Baba femi- the pig farmer who survived against all odds. all you need to get them as soon as they drop is just scroll down to the bottom of my home page on www.nomadicnegro.com to drop ur E-mail address and viola! you'd get it sent directly into ur inbox with all the amazing illustrative pictures. trust me. |
Talk2Bella:i feel your pain baby. you can start with any historic site there. the maximum entery fee is #200. i'm sure you wont regret that move. bonus hint: i'm a repented introvert ![]() |
Chukabiz1961:hahaha... it hasnt gotten to that yet na |
Rossikki:you needn't be this hard sir. i never suggested the date as u asserted. there are also better ways to reveal your displeasure aside using abusive words. enlightened minds (which i guess you must be a part of) don't do that. the most appropriate is to do something to solve a problem you feel can cause harm. perhaps if you had written a book or a blog post to enlighten the populace about the historic city of kano and co. mine wouldn't have had any effect.. i felt the same way but instead of blaming people who tried doing something about it, i made a move. its just so sad that you aren't pleased but i can't remember the last time i gave a hoot about issues like that. thanks for the enlightenment though. i'd try visiting Kano someday[if god permits] |
buharimustlive:its not one sided... it was the norm then |
mightyleks:the teachers didnt making it fun too jare. i remember how much i sleep in history classes then... ikotun high school ('09)- mr Arisoyin |
LOVEGINO: |
Matthew4sure:i'm glad you did |
Fiscabally:thanks a lot |
akinmusi:i'm glad you loved it akinmusi. God bless you too! |
saology:thanks for the compliment... and regarding the sugarcane plantation, pardon me cos i wasn't shown by my guide |
Cutezt:this is hilarious ![]() regarding those places you mentioned, i actually went there all save for whispering palms (cos its overhyped); but in all, i say a big thank you cos i can sense paiion from your write up. errm,, sir, i really hate fight, so please forgive. dont vex for me and dont slap me ![]() |
shumuel:i hope you didnt regret spending that much time shumuel. please find time to explore this country! |
efilefun:that is the aim efilefun... thank you |
2baga:2baga i'm glad you like it |
boseshalom:thanks for coming around boseshalom |
oglalasioux:i'd always try not to starve you with beautiful pieces oglalasioux |
ANNOY:the feeling is mutual bro! |
kaziblake:its my pleasure. I wish to still continue if God permits |
obembet:Giving a detailed narration is one of those things i wish to do differently regarding bringing back the spirit of tourism in Nigeria and Nigerians |
moscobabs:i'm grateful you liked it moscobabs |
frubben:they actually did. as for our pastors, only the most high can settle their case |
DaBullIT:you almost fractured my rib bro ![]() |
Horlufemi:my aim is to continue making you like it |
abumeinben:thanks for the interest. don't stop liking history |
MykLANNY:its the little i can do to help the situation |
good4all40:I don't know if lalasticlala, mynd44, rocktation and/or farano will help the ministry |
yorhmienerd:thanks for the affirmation. I myself hate misinformation |

