What the hell? Openshift!!

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Neglecting all I’ve been taught on TDD, I set out to do a demo app. Why, yes, I decided to host on a Paas, afterall, this kid is excited about it.


Don’t tell me heroku, that’s so cliche, although if it makes you feel better, I also hosted same app on heroku.

That said, openshift seemed a good bet. It offers persistent file uploads (not forcing me to use AWS S3) at a convenience, plus 1GB storage space, and lots more. Sadly, the documentation is poor – compared with heroku, for example. For a while, I was like:


I didn’t give up though. Errors upon errors, issues upon issues, just to deploy a simple demo app. Where’s the love, paas??

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Thankfully, the good guys at StackOverflow gave me tips in-between.

Long story short, and to stop annoying you with these memes, I got it running! To save myself (and…

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Make study more effective, the easy way

Mind Hacks

Decades old research into how memory works should have revolutionised University teaching. It didn’t.

If you’re a student, what I’m about to tell you will let you change how you study so that it is more effective, more enjoyable and easier. If you work at a University, you – like me – should hang your head in shame that we’ve known this for decades but still teach the way we do.

There’s a dangerous idea in education that students are receptacles, and teachers are responsible for providing content that fills them up. This model encourages us to test students by the amount of content they can regurgitate, to focus overly on statements rather than skills in assessment and on syllabuses rather than values in teaching. It also encourages us to believe that we should try and learn things by trying to remember them. Sounds plausible, perhaps, but there’s a problem…

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Learn to Surrender

Another amazing bit. Worth the read, as usual

Vincent Egoro

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“As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend,

I brought my broken dreams to God, because He was my Friend.

But then, instead of leaving Him in peace to work alone,

I hung around and tried to help with ways that were my own.

At last I snatched them back and cried, “How can You be so slow?”

“My child,” He said, “what could I do? You never did let go.” —UNKNOWN

A lot of us are like this. We go to God in prayers, and “cast our burdens” on Him one minute and the next we are out there handling it on our own. And when things turn out badly as surely as they will, we go back to Him complaining at how He wouldn’t answer our prayers and grant our desires.

There are still some of us who would go to…

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Don’t Put Off Living

Vincent Egoro

Many of us believe that we will be happy once we achieve some specific goals that we have set for ourselves. Maybe the goal is getting a promotion at work, getting a new job, getting married, driving a nicer car, and so on. But too often, we discover that even after attaining those goals, we still aren’t happy with our lives. Dale Carnegie once wrote; “one of the most tragic things I know about the human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of engaging the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.”

Let us not put off living today, and be like “the child who says ‘Someday when I am a big boy.’ The big boy says ‘Some day when I grow up.’ And then grown up he says ‘Someday when…

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Just Be Glad


Vincent Egoro

The following excerpt is taken from Just Be Glad by Christian D. Larson. Read it, Study it, and make it your lifestyle…

Just be glad, and you always will be glad.

When you are tempted to feel discouraged or disappointed, be glad instead. Know that you can, say that you will, and stand uncompromisingly upon your resolve.

When things are not to your liking, be glad nevertheless, for the glad heart can cause all things to be as we wish them to be. When things do not give you pleasure, proceed instead to create pleasure in your own heart and soul. And you can if you will always be glad.

When things do not please you, resolve to please yourself by being glad, and you can add immeasurably to your happiness in this simple manner. Then you must remember that the fountain of joy within your own soul is infinitely…

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Life is the climb

Nice inspiration

Ekoñ Ñke

Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans. Allen Saunders

A dear friend once said,life is the climb not the summit, the struggles,the joys, the fun moments sandwiched between tough times, that’s life. Many people shut down when bad things happen, like life can be paused, like life stops, well it does, when we take our last breath,only then. While we live, we have to do more than exist. We have to realise everyday is a gift, life is happening,the tape is rolling. We have no scripts to follow, its a camera-less reality show. Life is the long,tedious, awe-inspiring,adrenaline rushing, scary climb, not the exhilarating relieve of the summit.

Our lives don’t start when we ‘arrive’, the reality is that most people never get to that point of contentment anyway, most people never ‘arrive’. Besides ‘arriving’ comes with its problems. You’d think all your problems would disappear…

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You Have What It Takes

Enough motivation for the year

Vincent Egoro

An old saying says; “When fate throws a dagger at you, there are two ways to catch it: either by the blade or by the handle” If you catch the dagger by the blade, it may cut you. But if you catch the dagger by the handle, you now have a weapon in your hands to fight your way through.

In life when fate throw obstacles at you, seize it the obstacle by the handle. Let that obstacle rouse up your fighting spirit. “You cannot get anywhere in life without a good fighting spirit.” So use it, and it will draw out your latent spiritual and physical powers within you into action,and this would give you what it takes to overcome even the impossible.

Remember, “When the rock is hard, we get harder than the rock. When the job is hard, we get harder than the job.” Don’t let…

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It was like eternity, but in reality it was just a few minutes past. He could not feel his spine, it was like his legs and everything below his waist had been replaced with a column of air. Blood was oozing out of his head but he was unbothered about that. He was more focused on the fact that he was not hearing voices audibly even though he was very sure the voices were just nearby. At this point, he tried with all his might for only the umpteenth time to part his eyelids so he could see the world at least for one more time. This time it took less effort than his previous futile attempts, and in a fraction of a second later his eyes were opened.

The first thing he saw was a trinity of stars hovering around his eyes. After two or three painful blinks, he could now see visibly and the next daunting task was to figure out exactly what was going on. It didn’t take him long to realise that he was being whisked on a stretcher at almost superhuman speed to the ER. He tried pushing his feeble mind to the events leading to his current predicament. All he could remember was his beloved fiancée, Ella, had asked him to rush to the nearby mart to get more eggs for the cake she was to bake. He thought further and remembered he was driving to Willy’s Mart and was listening to some classical songs he had just got from his sister as an engagement gift. He wanted to force a smile but the voices above him quickly reminded him of his current situation. Suddenly, he remembered something: he was singing joyfully and was about to make the turn into Willy’s Mart when he heard a loud honk and a split second later, a white delivery van was taking his car out of the way head on from the drivers’ side. He could remember he must have spun at least three times in the car as the impact was severe.

“How Ella must be waiting for me”, he thought. “Shit! Where’s Ella?!”


The future Mrs Ella Duke was happily conversing with her bestie who had just come in to spend some quality time with her. She had finished mixing the part-dough for about four hours and was waiting for her fiancé to return with the eggs. But for the company of her ever-supportive best friend, she’d already have most certainly picked the phone to call him. She had known Freda almost all her life; from the days they were growing up in struggles to this time. Freda was the sibling she never had but always longed for. She wasn’t the only one that shared this wish; her parents also wanted more kids because they wanted a greater chance at family continuity. Ella was a gem to them, as they had her relatively late, but they’d have really loved to add two or three more children to the family, especially a son to carry the family name on.

This was the best time for Ella and Freda to reminisce, and they’d been doing just that. Freda had reminded Ella how she met Johnny Duke two years ago at a fundraiser her company had raised. Johnny was not the richest of guys out there but he had a huge charm coupled with a great personality. He was from a fairly wealthy home and was the only son, but he never let that get into his head. He worked hard to get to where he was and a fundraiser from an up and coming company was the perfect platform to garner more clientele for his equally newly established law firm. Well, Ella was blessed with divine beauty and Mr Duke Jnr. couldn’t take his eyes off her when she was cheering her friend giving the opening speech. He too was a handsome lad, well built and was overdosed in confidence. He walked up to exchange pleasantries with her, and the rest is history.

Not every parent was going to take lightly the fact that their only son was dating a girl who had been a stripper for three years, and the Dukes were no different. They were a strong Christian couple and believed in core values, and dancing erotically semi-naked on poles at pubs to ‘pitiable’ men didn’t count as a good value. At one point, they threatened to disown him if he didn’t leave the abomination he called his girlfriend. Although they didn’t disown him, they cut off all personal and financial ties with him and told him not to approach them again until he agreed to leave Ella. He tried convincing them that her past was past and the future held better, but to no avail. Freda was doing well to remind Ella of these sacrifices this man had made for her.

In her defense, Ella never wanted to be a stripper, no one does. She needed money to survive and her parents were out of job. She had tried working at a cafeteria before but she didn’t like the pay, and when she heard there was an opening at Rog’s Strips, she couldn’t pass the chance. Three years on and she’d been a client favourite; Rog wouldn’t let her leave just like that. Besides, she needed the money to pay for her university tuition.

The girls’ reminiscence came to a halt when Ella’s phone began to ring. She smiled as she saw who the caller was: her boyfriend of two years-now-fiancé. She was happy because in about a few months, she’d be a Mrs Duke in her own right.

“Hello honey”, she said while sporting a wide blushing smile, before putting the speakerphone on. The voice that replied wasn’t a familiar one. It wasn’t the smooth and calm voice of her lover, but rather a coarse and deep voice.

“Hello madam”, the voice replied. “I’m Doctor Kelly from Tamu hospital and I’m sad to inform you that your husband has been involved in a severe auto accident. Please come right away!”, the voice continued.

Ella was as perturbed as a mouse in a maze and didn’t know the first line of action to take. Freda had heard everything through the speakerphone and was equally bamboozled. However, she regained control of herself quicker, and did the honour of reaching out to Ella’s parents. There was no time to dress up, and Ella quickly took the key to the car Johnny had bought for her two months ago on, on her birthday.

The journey to Tamu hospital was light years away, at least for Ella. She was weeping even as Freda tried exacerbatingly to console her. She couldn’t stomach the sight of seeing the man she loved going through pains. She cast her mind back to almost a year back, when Johnny took almost all of his savings to pay for her final fees at the university and settled all her outstanding debts. That wasn’t all though, as three months after graduation she was diagnosed of cerebral haemorrhage and who else stepped up to help, other than Johnny himself?

It was a miracle how she simultaneously drove and flashed back without dire consequences. As soon as she was at the entrance to Tamu, she jolted herself out of the car and ran straight to the reception like a bull attacking a matador. She could smell blood everywhere and she prayed the blood of her fiancé wasn’t in the air. She ran to the front desk, with Freda running closely behind her; she was never the athletic type. She gave her name to the nurse on duty and requested to immediately be allowed to see her betrothed. She was ushered in to see the doctor first, citing that he had stressfully requested that Ella should be brought to see him before anything else, after all Duke was in ER and she was not going to be allowed in. The journey to see Dr Kelly was ages far to Ella, and she was already fearing the worst. She was thinking her man must have died; this would be the end of her world, she thought. She recollected how her parents always bemoaned that they had just one child and were so eager to see a grandchild soon. Her aged dad at one time joked that he’d be dead in a couple of years and would fancy himself being called a granny before he passed on. On numerous occasions, she’d sit and imagine what it’d be like to carry a pregnancy for nine months and feel the symbiotic partner kick her from within her stomach. How great that’d be, to have her parents smile and congratulate her when she’d give birth to a baby.

She was interrupted in her thoughts as the nurse introduced her to Dr Kelly, who wore a grim look on his obviously experienced face. It was obvious he was struggling to conceal a painful and bitter truth. He could see that Ella had cried a lot and her friend waiting for her was no different.

“Ella”, he started. “Your fiancé was rushed in here about four hours ago. I’m gonna be straight up with you, Ella. From the looks of things, the trauma caused a Class A damage to his sacral segments S4-S5. He’s suffered injury to his lower vertebral column and although it’s too early, we have observed that sensory function is lost. His conus medullaris suffered from the impact”.

He could see the perplexed look on Ella as she was struggling effortlessly both to stop crying and to grasp what he was saying.

“This means that Johnny might not be able to walk anymore. He’s lost all feelings below waist level and he might also be unable to get you pregnant. All hope is not lost though, because there are extensive rehabilitations that can help his condition and we have surgeons working around the clock to ensure………”

Those words were like a bomb to Ella. She could hear no further. In fact, she didn’t want to hear further. She was weeping profoundly even as the doctor continued to calm her. In all honesty, she was more perturbed about the future than the present – the prospect of not having a child with Duke. She wept out of the office and her friend waiting outside knew something was grave but gave her no respite from her cries. She could see her parents rushing in the hospital even though her eyes were teary. Her mom was already crying even though she was oblivious to the true seriousness of the incident.

Two minutes later, and Ella had explained everything to her parents in her typical direct manner. Freda had left the family to converse, and all she could hear in between spasms of cries were inaudible whispers. Suddenly, she heard her Ella’s mother shout:

“I’m sorry Ella, but you just cannot continue with this relationship! We want whats best for you and this is it!”


What would you advise Ella to do?

DISCLAIMER: The characters in this article are purely fictitious. Any resemblance with any person, living or dead, is a coincidence and is never intended.

P.S, I wrote this piece on-the-go in a short time, developing the plot whilst typing. Please bear any inconsistencies in the story as it’s just a rushed piece of fiction. Just trying a different form of writing

No Text Please, We’re Parents

Interesting piece

A Map of California

When I visited my parents recently, I sat down with my mother to show her photos on my iPhone.  There were photos from Thanksgiving, from Hanukkah and from my father’s eightieth birthday celebration, along with pictures from back in the summer — some really good shots I took of our family Fathers’ Day brunch in Los Angeles and my nephew’s college graduation dinner.

Although my mother enjoyed the photos, the problem, she says, is that they’re not real.  You can’t touch them, put them in an album, let them gather dust in a closet until you pull them out for special occasions.

I assured her that the photos can be printed and that we would make this happen.

After we got home, I emailed the photos to my wife, who uploaded them to walmart.com.  For about three dollars, Wal-Mart printed them and mailed them out to my parents.

They called…

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