My Fellow Nigerians, and the Good People of Kebbi State,

After wide consultations and deep personal reflection, I hereby announce my resignation from the All Progressives Congress (APC) and my decision to align with the African Democratic Congress (ADC), the party of choice for our coalition — a coalition driven by the urgent need to rescue our country from further decline.

This is not a decision made out of anger or ambition, but one inspired by love for our nation and concern for the hardship our people are facing daily.

Nigeria is bleeding. Insecurity has taken over our homes, especially in the North. Banditry, kidnappings, and terrorism have become part of our lives while the government prioritizes politics over the safety of its citizens.

Our economy is in shambles. Prices of basic food items have tripled. The poor can no longer feed their families. Jobs are disappearing. Young people are hopeless. Instead of focusing on real solutions, the government is consumed by propaganda and political distractions.

Governance has been abandoned. Appointments, projects, and policies are now guided by political loyalty and not national interest. I cannot remain part of a system that watches in silence as Nigerians suffer and die.

This is why I am joining the ADC — a platform built on the values of justice, inclusion, competence, and national renewal. I believe that through this coalition and with the support of Nigerians, we can chart a new course for our beloved country.

To the people of Kebbi State, I remain your son and servant. I will never abandon you. This move is to amplify your voice, protect your interests, and restore hope to our future.

To every Nigerian, I urge you to join this movement. Let us rise above fear and reclaim our nation. Nigeria belongs to all of us.

May God bless Kebbi State. May God bless the Federal Republic of Nigeria.

Signed,
Abubakar Malami, SAN
2nd July, 2025

10 TYPES OF WOMEN A MALE FARMER MUST AVOID
Brutal Truths Every Focused Man Needs in 2025

You don’t need witchcraft to fail — just the wrong woman in your space.
Your farm, peace, and future can be destroyed silently… if you're not discerning.

Here’s the harsh truth no one tells male farmers:

1. The Beauty Without Brains – Fine face, empty mind. Can’t support your vision.
2. The “Soft Life Only” Babe – No hustle. Just vibes and expensive taste.
3. The Forever Victim – She’ll drain your emotions, not water your dreams.
4. The Seductress – Knows your weakness, weaponizes it.
5. The Classy Gold-Digger – She’s not in love — she’s in business.
6. The Spiritually Dead – You’re sowing seeds, she’s sowing confusion.
7. Miss Entitled – Wants queen treatment, won’t lift a finger.
8. The Modern Rebel – Can’t build legacy with someone who hates structure.
9. The Ex You Won’t Delete – If she still controls your heart, your hands can’t build.
10. The Destiny Assassin – Sent to waste your time, money, and mind.

Bro, protect your purpose.
Some women aren’t partners… they’re spiritual potholes.

Think legacy. Think vision. Choose wisely.

#MaleFarmerWisdom #FarmWithFocus #AvoidDestinyKillers #AfricanFarmers #DoxaonFarmResort #FarmingAndPurpose #RealTalkForMen #GoatFarmerAfrica #AgropreneurLife

I hope you understand that someone’s success doesn’t mean that you are not succeeding.

Let’s get real, someone else’s success doesn’t diminish yours.

Just because they chose a different path or profession doesn’t mean you can’t crush it in your own field.

Think about it, Vekee James entered the Forbes list with tailoring.

What about Ngozi Okonjo Iweala?

Some people are making it well by being an entrepreneur.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie made it as a writer, like she owns the literary scene.

Plenty of people are making waves as influencers or actors.
Take Jarvis for instance (the Nigerian robot lady)

Some are making it as content creators.

Some people find success through marriage, others through business even without formal education.

The point is, there is no ‘one size fits all’ formula for success, which means that there is no single approach or method that guarantees success for everyone.

What is important is that you are doing something you love, something you can earn from and you are doing it well.

Focus on your journey, ignore the noise, the trends and the waves.

Trust in God, He is a man that can make men from nothing to something.

Stop comparing your success.

God can lift men from the very little that they are doing, just have something you are doing and be good in it.

#Lekwa princess ijeoma ✍🏾
#TheVoice

THE LAST PROMISE
PART 12
The knock on Mary’s door was loud, insistent. Boom. Boom. Boom. It vibrated through the small living room. Mary knew who it was before she looked through the peephole. Andre stood there, his face tight with anger and confusion. He looked rumpled, a small bandage stark white on his temple where she’d hit him.
For a moment, Mary froze, her hand trembling on the door chain. The image of those damning messages – "Pretend if you must," "5 million Naira," "I know my job" – flashed behind her eyes, hot and sharp. Then, a cold, hard calm settled over her. She took a deep breath, wiped any trace of emotion from her face, and opened the door.
"Andre," she said, her voice flat, devoid of warmth. "What do you want?"
"Why?" he demanded, pushing past her into the small sitting room without waiting for an invitation. He looked around, his gaze landing on Kelvin’s framed photo on the side table. "Why did you run out like that? Why didn’t you wake me? What happened?" He turned to face her, his eyes searching hers, still holding a flicker of the concern he’d perfected. "You scared me, Mary."
Mary closed the door slowly, the click echoing in the tense silence. She leaned against it for a second, gathering the storm inside her. "I needed air," she lied, her voice still unnervingly calm. She walked past him towards the small kitchen area, her movements deliberate. "Sit down, Andre."
He hesitated, watching her, a frown deepening the crease between his brows. Something was off. Her stillness was unnatural. But he sat heavily on her worn sofa, sinking into the faded Ankara fabric cushions. He ran a hand over his face, wincing slightly as he touched the bandage. "Mary, talk to me. What’s going on? Did I do something wrong?"
Mary didn’t answer immediately. She stood near the entrance to the tiny kitchen, her back to him. Her gaze fell on the heavy wooden pestle resting in its mortar on the counter. It was smooth, worn from years of pounding yam. It felt solid, heavy in her hand when she picked it up silently.
"I just..." Andre started again, shifting uncomfortably.
That was when Mary moved.
She spun around, a silent blur of fury. Andre barely had time to register her movement, to see the glint of hard determination in her eyes that was nothing like the woman he knew, before the pestle came down. THWACK. The heavy wood connected solidly with the back of his head, right next to the existing wound. His eyes rolled back, a grunt escaping his lips before he slumped forward, unconscious, sliding off the sofa onto the woven rug.
Mary stood over him, panting, the pestle still raised. Her knuckles were white around the smooth wood. She watched his chest rise and fall for a moment, ensuring he was out. Then, she dropped the pestle with a clatter that sounded unnaturally loud in the quiet room.
She worked quickly, efficiently, fueled by a terrifying, focused rage. She dragged Andre’s limp body back onto the sofa. From a cupboard, she pulled out a coil of strong, rough rope she used for tying firewood bundles. With hands that shook only slightly, she hauled his arms behind his back and tied his wrists tightly together. She then tied his ankles together, securing the knots with brutal efficiency. Finally, she used a shorter length to tie his bound ankles to the sturdy wooden legs of the heavy armchair she then heaved him into. He slumped in the chair, head lolling to the side, the bandage stark against his skin.
Two hours crawled by. Mary sat opposite him in another chair, Kelvin’s thick leather belt coiled in her lap like a sleeping snake. She didn’t move. She barely blinked. Her eyes were fixed on Andre, cold and hard as stones. The rage hadn’t faded; it had settled into a deep, icy river flowing through her veins.
A low groan finally broke the silence. Andre stirred, his eyelids fluttering. He tried to move his arms, his legs, his brow furrowing in confusion as he encountered the rough bite of the rope. His eyes flew open, focusing blearily on Mary. Confusion turned to shock, then dawning horror as he realized his situation. He struggled against the ropes, the chair creaking.
"Mary?!" he gasped, his voice thick. "What… what is this? Untie me! What are you doing?"
Mary didn’t answer. Slowly, deliberately, she stood up. She uncoiled the leather belt, the heavy buckle dangling. The sound of the leather sliding free was ominous.
"Andre Udo," she said, her voice low, trembling not with fear, but with suppressed fury. "You have exactly five seconds to tell me the whole truth. Every single word."
"Mary, please! Untie me! This is madness! What truth?" His eyes darted around the room, wide with panic now.
"Five," Mary counted, her voice flat. She took a step closer.
"Four." Another step. The belt hung loose at her side.
"Three." She raised the belt slightly.
"Mary, stop! What do you want to know?" He was straining against the ropes, his face pale.
"Two." The buckle glinted in the light.
"ONE!"
The belt whistled through the air and cracked across his chest, right over his heart. Andre cried out, a sharp, pained sound. The thick leather bit through his shirt.
"AGH! Mary! Stop!"
"Why did Kelvin pay you?" Mary demanded, her voice rising. She raised the belt again. "THE TRUTH!"
"He… he wanted you to be happy!" Andre gasped, flinching as she drew back again. "He paid me to make sure you weren’t alone! To be your friend!"
CRACK. The belt landed on his shoulder. "LIAR!" Mary screamed. "I saw the messages! ALL OF THEM! He paid you FIVE MILLION NAIRA! To PRETEND!"
Andre recoiled, the shock of her knowing evident on his face. "Okay! Okay! Yes! He paid me! He paid me to be there for you, to make you smile, to… to help you move on!"
CRACK. This time across his arm. "Move on HOW?" Mary spat. "By making me FALL IN LOVE? Was that part of Kelvin’s grand plan? Did he pay you to SLEEP WITH ME, Andre? DID HE PAY YOU TO GET INTO MY BED?"
The question hung in the air, raw and ugly. Andre stared at her, breathing heavily, sweat beading on his forehead. Shame warred with fear in his eyes. "No!" he finally choked out. "No, Mary! Kelvin never… he never asked for that! He never paid me for that! He just said… make her feel loved. Make her happy. That’s all! He didn’t specify…"
"Didn’t SPECIFY?" Mary shrieked, the fury erupting again. She brought the belt down again and again – on his arms, his chest, his legs. *CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. Andre cried out with each blow, trying to curl away, but the ropes held him fast. Bruises were already blooming through his thin shirt. "You LIED to me! Every single day! Every touch! Every sweet word! It was all FAKE! BOUGHT AND PAID FOR!"
She paused, panting, the belt held high. Tears streamed down her face now, mixing with the sweat. "Did you EVER care? Even a little bit? Or was it ALL just a job? TELL ME THE TRUTH NOW!"
Andre slumped in the chair, defeated, broken. He looked up at her, his eyes bloodshot. "It was a job," he whispered, his voice raw. "Just a job. Kelvin offered good money. A lot of money. He was desperate. I needed it. I’m sorry, Mary. I’m so sorry. But… no. I didn’t love you. I was paid to make you believe I did."
The words landed like a final, crushing blow. The cold fury surged again, hotter than ever. "Sorry?" she hissed. "SORRY?" She raised the belt with every intention of making him feel a fraction of the pain he’d caused her.
But a wave of exhaustion hit her, so profound it made her sway. The belt felt impossibly heavy. The sight of him tied up, bruised, pathetic – it wasn’t satisfying. It just made her feel hollow. Sick.
She lowered the belt, her shoulders slumping. The fight drained out of her, leaving only a vast, aching emptiness and the bitter taste of betrayal. She stumbled back, dropping the belt onto the floor with a thud. She needed someone. She needed the truth to be heard by someone else.
With trembling hands, she pulled her phone from her pocket. She scrolled through her contacts, her vision blurring. She found the number and pressed call, lifting the phone to her ear.
"Aunty Biola?" Her voice was a broken whisper, thick with tears. "Aunty Biola, please… please come to my house. Now. It’s urgent. It’s about Kelvin… and Andre. Just… please come. Hurry."
She ended the call and sank to her knees on the rug, facing Andre but not seeing him. She wrapped her arms around herself, rocking slightly, silent sobs shaking her body. The storm had passed, leaving only devastation in its wake. The rope marks on Andre’s skin, the discarded belt, and Mary’s shattered form were the only evidence of the terrible reckoning that had just unfolded. The silence that followed was heavier than any blow.
TO BE CONTINUED...

We all want many things from life, but time is short. Peace comes when we choose purpose instead of pressure, thankfulness instead of wanting more. Life is not long, focus on what really matters. Let go of the rest. Live wisely, love fully, and keep growing.

Albert Einstein once said:
"Weak people revenge. Strong people forgive. Intelligent people ignore."

Here are 9 timeless lessons I’ve learned from him:

1. Don’t Overthink the Future
"I never think of the future. It comes soon enough."
The future is uncertain, and worrying about it steals today’s joy. Focus on what you have now and keep moving forward.

2. Dare to Think Big
"I believe bold speculation will take us further than the mere accumulation of facts."
Daring ideas have changed the world more than safe ones ever could.

3. Keep Moving Forward
"Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving."
Don’t stand still. Progress, no matter how small, is still progress.

4. Politics Is Harder Than Physics
When asked, “If man discovered the atom, why can’t we solve political problems?”
Einstein answered:
"Because politics is more difficult than physics."
Brilliant minds still struggle where emotions, power, and ego take over.

5. Embrace Simplicity
Einstein believed in “Einstein’s Razor” — removing what’s unnecessary and holding on to what matters.
Simplicity is power, as long as it doesn’t become oversimplification.

6. Education Should Teach You to Think
"The aim of education should be to train minds to think, not to memorize facts."
So read more. Reflect more. Let your curiosity be your best teacher.

7. We All Belong to One Tree
"All religions, arts, and sciences are branches of the same tree."
Humanity thrives when we grow together, not apart. We are more connected than we think.

8. Stay True to Your Conscience
"Never do anything against your conscience, even if the state demands it."
Let your principles guide you — especially when it's not easy.

9. What Is Relativity?
Einstein once joked:
"Sit with a pretty girl for two hours and it feels like two minutes. Sit on a hot stove for two minutes and it feels like two hours — that’s relativity."
Perspective changes everything.

A wheelbarrow pusher was laboring under the scorching sun, moving loads of bricks and rubble from one site to another. His clothes were tattered, and sweat poured down his face. A smartly dressed banker passed by, briefcase in hand, his shoes gleaming in the sunlight.

The banker looked at the wheelbarrow pusher and, with a smirk, said,
“Why are you wasting your life doing this? I work in one of the top banks in the country. I deal with millions every day, and I’m on my way to becoming the youngest executive. What’s your plan, wheelbarrow man?”

The wheelbarrow pusher wiped the sweat from his brow and replied calmly,
“I don’t have a big plan. I just push my wheelbarrow.”

The banker laughed derisively.
“Really? No ambition? No dreams of wearing a suit and making deals? You’ll be stuck in the dirt forever. You need to think bigger.”

The wheelbarrow pusher just smiled and continued his work, saying nothing more.

Years passed. One day, the banker was invited to a grand event hosted by a prominent business magnate known for a revolutionary construction company. The banker arrived at the lavish estate, awed by its size and elegance. As the guests mingled, the magnate stepped up to the podium to speak.

The banker was shocked to recognize the magnate. It was the wheelbarrow pusher, now dressed in an immaculate suit, speaking confidently about his journey from humble laborer to construction mogul. The audience erupted into applause.

After the speech, the banker approached him and said,
“I’m stunned! I thought you said you didn’t have a big plan?”

The man smiled and replied,
“Sometimes, the greatest plans aren’t spoken. While others are busy talking about ambition, some of us just get to work. I built my empire one load at a time, while you were busy declaring how much you’d achieve.”

Success doesn’t always wear a tie and speak loudly. Sometimes it starts with quiet grit, patience, and unwavering focus.

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When Okon applied as a gateman at my husband's work place in 2013, I noticed him almost immediately.

There was just something about him.

Maybe it was the way he greeted, cheerful, respectful, eyes bright like he had no worries in the world. Maybe it was how quick he was to learn, even though technically, he was just “the man at the gate.”

My husband was the branch MD then. We both worked in the same company. He was the MD, and I handled internal affairs. That’s how I first noticed Okon, the gatekeeper who never acted like one.

However, my husband is the type that believes everybody deserves to be treated with dignity, from the cleaner to the board chairman. And Okon? He mirrored that same energy, like he was carved from the same wood.

But what really struck me about Okon was how he carried himself.

While some gatemen used style to scan your dressing and weigh your pocket before hailing you with:

“My Oga… I dey loyal. Anything for the boys?”

Okon never did that. Never.

He did his work like a professional, too professional sef for the role. He wasn’t the type to disappear when the sun was scorching and customers were no longer trooping in. Instead, he would curl into his plastic chair, pull out one heavy textbook, and read like he was preparing for a bigger mission.

Every single time.

At some point, I started paying closer attention. Something told me this young man was not just hustling, he had vision. He had fire in his bones.

I mentioned it to my husband one night while we were locking up and heading home. And he smiled and said, “I’ve noticed too.”

So we both agreed, it was time to talk to him.

That evening, after everyone had left, we called him in.

He walked in, slightly nervous, still polite.

We smiled and asked, “Okon, we’ve been watching you for a while. You’re not just different—you’re intentional. What are your life goals?”

He smiled, a little shy, and said:

“My goal is to be a chartered accountant, I’ve actually completed my ND 2, I'm just trying to raise money and go back to school.”

I blinked. ND1?

“Where are your parents?” my husband asked gently.

He swallowed. “They died when I was five. I was raised by my grandma, but she passed away three years ago.”

My chest tightened.

“So you’ve been on your own since then?”

“Yes ma,” he nodded.

I swear, I had to swallow the lump in my throat.

He had every reason to go astray, to become bitter, to be entitled, but he chose a different path. A path of hard work, dignity, and quiet resilience.

I looked at my husband. That was it.

We had to help him.

We encouraged him to get the HND form. He did, and registered for part-time with some of the savings he had already gathered. We paid the rest of his school fees.

When he knelt down to thank us, I almost burst into tears. But we told him, “Stand up, biko. We’re just doing what God laid in our heart.”

We got someone to assist him on shift duty, so he could combine work and school properly.

In one year and six months, Okon graduated. No social media noise, just focus.

When it was time for his convocation, my husband and I went and stood in as a family for him.

We came with different cooked delicacies.

When he saw us, Nah to cry remind for Okon. He said he has never experienced this kindness in his life before, or even being celebrated.

The convocation went well, and we took a cute photoshoot which was enlarged.

Okon however didn’t even wait for NYSC. He got his statement of result and continued working.

Then my husband told him, “Apply as a staff. You can’t be at the gate again.”

He applied.

They gave him the job.

That same gate where he used to stand, he now walked past wearing a shirt and tie. His former colleagues would hail him:

“Okon! You don be our boss oh! Remember your boys!”

He would smile and still “remember” them from time to time.

Okon worked with integrity, humility, and excellence. Two years later, he got promoted.

We were already a family. He would come to the house, gist with us, celebrate small wins, bring cake for the children.

He even got married, before my husband got transferred to Abuja.

Ah, when we were leaving, Okon wept like a baby.

He hugged us over and over, came visiting again before we finally left.

He still calls us often.

Just last week, he told me he had been promoted to Executive Director.

I froze.

I didn’t know when tears gathered in my eyes.

From a gateman to Executive Director?

Only God can write such beautiful stories.

And sometimes, he uses people like you and I to hold the pen.

Moral of the story?

Don’t look down on anybody. That “ordinary” gateman you’re ignoring might just be a giant in the making.

Life is truly beautiful… when your heart is good.

Your current situation is not your conclusion.
You may start at the gate, but if you carry vision, discipline, and integrity, the gate won’t be your final address.

Finally, when you’re faithful in little, life will trust you with more.
Okon wasn’t waiting for a big role to show excellence. He gave his best as a gateman, and life respond and became executive director.

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THE ELEMENTS OF THOUGHT

In all academic disciplines, and in thinking, they share one universal truth that whenever you reason, you are trying to accomplish a purpose within a point of view using concepts and ideas, you are focused on some question, issue or problem, using information to come to some conclusion based on assumptions, all of which have implications. Thinking then generates purposes, raises questions, uses information, uses concepts, makes inferences, makes assumptions, generates implications, and embodies a point of view. It does not matter who you are; whenever you engage in thinking, you will find all these parts.

By pulling apart anyone’s narrative, we will uncover the logic behind their thought. Let's start from the point of view; as soon as the perspective changes, there will be a different combination of the elements of thought. The perspective may be political, relationships, money, religion, gender, family, or education. When we start from a point of view, e.g. religion, we ask what the person is looking at, and how they are developing the argument. One could make three different inferences following the information given to them on the Abrahamic Covenant from the Koran, Bible, or Tanaka; the inferences change based on the information, which also changes other elements of thought, like concepts, assumptions, implications and questions. One inference coming from the Koran is that Jesus was a prophet. Another inference coming from the Tanaka is that Jesus is not the Messiah.

The inference coming from the Bible is that Jesus is the son of God, the seed of Abraham. The concepts differ for Christians: salvation through Jesus, the cross, the Trinity, grace and truth, prophecy fulfilment, and a New Covenant. For Jews: the Torah, the Messiah is a future/political leader, a covenant made with Israel through Issac and Jacob. For Muslims: prophethood, lineage through Abraham and Ishmael. A Muslim assumption is that Jesus was a prophet and not divine. A Jewish assumption is that the Messiah has not yet come. A Christian assumption is that the Abrahamic covenant pointed forward to Christ. A question in the elements of thought would differ, such as the Jew would ask what it means to be God’s chosen people. Is the messiah divine or human? The Muslim may ask who the true heir of Abraham’s covenant was, Issac or Ishmael? The Christian may ask what it means for Jesus to be the seed of Abraham. The implications of thought for the Jew are that when the Messiah is coming, the New Testament is not authoritative. The implications of thinking for Muslims are that Jesus is honoured but not worshipped. The implications for Christians are that salvation is available through Jesus, not the law.

Let’s change to another point of view on money. Inferences will follow the information one has about money. The possible inference is that money is to be spent, money is to be multiplied, or money is to pay bills. Although money can do all those things, it will have different consequences. The difference in understanding creates the end outcome. Ideas associated with money can differ based on social class, culture, family upbringing, and life experiences; however, attached to all those contexts is a narrative, yet money operates by laws.

Another point of view we could use to model thinking is politics in an American context, in the present generation. A possible inference is that Trump is a dictator. Trump is making good decisions for America. Trump is an absolute nightmare as a president. For all these conclusions, there would need to be some premises on which the argument is built. Therefore, the inferences are coming from a source of information. We must also consider the social location of the person making an inference if you were a man coming from a patriarchal society where women are expected to serve the man and engage in unpaid domestic duties just because she is a woman. However, the ideas associated with gender may differ significantly if we change cultures; people’s differing understanding of religious texts can impact their conclusions based on how they interpret meanings. Therefore, we must consider the one making that assessment when weighing up differing opinions. We can also find the logic of a thinking pattern by observing those different conclusions based on the information.

They all involve some concepts, principles, and rules. It is always important to identify these; if we want to take command of thinking, we must accurately define the concepts being used, implicitly/explicitly, consciously/unconsciously. You wouldn’t just make the statement that Trump is a dictator. When we label someone, something, or a place, further investigation is needed to understand how that conclusion is made. Some will disagree, maybe because Trump is their president and they believe that he is doing well for the country. The person saying he is a dictator may have come from one of the 12 nations Trump has banned and have family members in America that they can no longer visit. The concepts in this person’s thought may be equality, human rights, democracy, authoritarianism, and discrimination, e.g. inclusion/exclusion, as it is targeting Muslim nations; therefore, Trump's far-right nationalism is also using the discourse strategy of us and them. If we were to develop our thinking by taking command of the concepts concealed within a narrative, we would get an accurate understanding of a concept by finding descriptions of its meaning. So often, we only have a shallow understanding of a concept, or it could be inaccurate.

Let’s explore the concept of democracy as an illustration. According to the Webster dictionary, democracy is government by the people, a form of government in which the supreme power is vested in the people and exercised directly by them or by their elected agents under a free electoral system. On the other hand, according to the Webster dictionary, authoritarianism favours complete obedience or subjection to authority as opposed to individual freedom. To be critical of someone’s perspective, we must find the definitions of the concepts they may be using. This is why, critically, not emotionally, getting to the logic of an argument is crucial if we come from a different viewpoint. There will be other concepts that someone from America may have based on a negative experience, maybe they were caught up in the Twin Towers on September 11th and have developed a negative view of a religious minority.

Yet to say that all people from one nation are going to display a terrorist character trait is a heresy. To further develop our understanding of the parts of thinking, we need to ask what information they are using. Perhaps a good example of this is that Trump is a radical right nationalist, where to be American, you must qualify by ethnicity and race, as some of the other terms that he uses in discourse are “Build the wall nice and tall.” His thinking shows that he has an us and them narrative; he is analogising using sentiment of American nationalism.

We need to identify the information source from which anyone is drawing inferences. Here, we look for the facts, experiences, or data the person uses to draw conclusions. Inferences are the conclusions people draw from the information. For example, Trump is an authoritarian, but there must be some connecting premise that logically connects. Sometimes people make an inference but do not have enough evidence to support that claim, or their reasons do not connect logically. In the bible, the chief priest and the elders devised a plan and gave the soldiers a large sum of money, telling them, “You are to say 'Jesus' disciples came during the night and stole him away while we were asleep.” And this story has been widely circulated to this day. That is why the Jews draw the inference that Jesus did not resurrect from the grave. Hidden in that inference are untested assumptions made by a whole people group as one of the premises that they believe support this argument that Jesus is not God. That is a serious assumption that could determine the whole trajectory of someone’s belief system, which is why we must always test our assumptions.

Assumptions are the information we have taken for granted; they underlie the reason for someone's argument. Assumptions can usually be unstated or not made explicit, but they are always an element in the parts of thinking. What is the key question someone is asking whenever they think? For example, this article is trying to settle a question: Can we understand the logic behind anyone's thought, even if they are different from our own? Questions always drive our thinking; we must clarify what question directs our thinking. What is Trump's question about tariffs? How can he make America the financial superpower of the world? There are strategic reasons behind his decisions. Our goal is to figure out the question behind someone’s reasoning.

What is the main purpose of someone’s reasoning? There is always a purpose that drives thought. This is universal and will be in everyone's thinking, depending on the subject. Take a mundane activity like grocery shopping, you take out a pen and paper because you don’t want to forget what you need at the grocery store. There are clear purposes in your thinking. I may write on a subject that particularly matters to me because I have seen the injustice a problem may cause; therefore, my reasoning has a clear purpose. Here, we try to discover the intent of reasoning. What is someone trying to accomplish through thinking? If we accept some line of reasoning, what are some important implications of that reasoning?

What likely consequences follow, such as believing in your heart and confessing with your mouth that Jesus is God? According to the bible, the implications of thinking spiritually lead to life and peace, and the consequences lead to eternal life with God. All thinking has implications. Another way of thinking is that if we fail to accept this line of reasoning, some important implications are. Then you could ask what important consequences are likely to follow if you ignore the information. I have covered all the elements of thought that you can start implementing into your reasoning. This is an extensive subject. Still, it needs to be practically applied for it to have long-lasting benefits and to understand how thinking arranges itself just by adjusting or changing some of the assumptions that have not been tested, checking for other information sources and thinking through the logic of other people’s points of view. Practice critical thinking every day.

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Dear Son,

Focusing on your needs isn't selfish. It's necessary. You can't pour into anyone if you're running on empty. You don't need to be everywhere. You don't need to respond to everything.
You need to start focusing on what you actually need. Not what looks good. Not what keeps people happy. Not what gets claps. What you need!!!!!!!!
Stop pushing your needs to the bottom of the list.

No one is coming to save you son!.