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Smart People, Smarter Phones!



Not every communication is worth initiating and pursuing.

Some people only deserve a response not a discussion.

Don't give the privilege of a good discussion to a bad response person.

Waste of intellection.

The simplicity and emptiness of their conversation style, shows no effort was put into thinking and communicating.

Such a person isn't worth more than one syllable word of your vocabulary, or five seconds of your time.

They drain the life of your intellectual span.

The best way to communicate with such people is not to communicate at all.

They have nothing to offer you.

Respond when necessary and move on.

In essence, don't communicate with people who don't know how to have a proper conversation.

I cannot be conversing with a yes, no and kk person in this 21st century

This era where we have Art, Science, STEM, Technology, Space travel, Magic, Hollywood, Twitter, you just name it, to talk about!!!

I will cut off from you.

Most times the only thing they have to offer is a pretty face and a flashy image.

If that's your specs...

But beneath the looks, is an emptiness empowered by laziness and a lack of will to try.

Anyone that says, ''I don't just know how to chat'' or ''tell me what to say''

I say, fuck you!!!

When it's time for prayers you can spend one hour praying to God without an exchange of words, you talk and talk and talk

If you can label your needs and demands for hours and keep going even without a response, surely you should be able to work your mind and produce a word of engagement.

Like a trophy hung on a shelf, that's the best way to treat the empty beautiful looking vessels.

Hang them up and once in a while go look and admire the beauty.

But don't engage!!!

I repeat, do not engage.

One minute of engagement, and the emptiness of the vessel will open your eyes to the ugliness of it.

Like a monk, you will understand why they said what is outside is important but what is inside is more importanter.

If you can't help it then unfriend, block and move on, trust me you will see a more worthier in seconds.

If that's your specs.

This post is not for the intellectual damaged average Nigerians.

Whose sole goal and aim is sliding into people's inbox uninvited, to spit abominations like...

''Thank you for your acceptage,'' ''Angle can we be friends,'' ''please subscribe for me I want to chat with my sick mother.''

This post is for the real deal, those who wanna socialize and are in social media to do just that.

So if you know your social media account is not a business account, please drop the act and do what you created the account to do.

Socialize!

It's a smart phone, you owe the money spent on acquiring it to be at least smart if you can't be smarter.

Don't use a smart phone and be stupid.




Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
The Authorpreneur

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