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Letter To My Dear Friend 2

Dear friend,  If you can’t PROMOTE me,  don’t DEMOTE me.  My mum once said,  “if you need promotion, join the ship of friendship, it is the only ship for true promotion.  This has opened my understanding to the truth that, friends are supposed to  promote  each other, not to  demote  each other. Friends are the only ones who are tasked to genuinely promote without any expectations of reward. Aside friends, anyone else who does that does it because of what they will get in return.  Unfortunately, this truth has been covered. Friends of today wishes the downfall of each other. Come to think of it, a friend who tries to bring you down, is that one too a friend? A friend who will only help you rise when she will benefit, is that one too a friend? A friend who will recognize the star in you but do nothing to let the world see but rather do unnecessary things like joking and gossiping with you, is that one too a friend? A friend who will watch you climb the ladder yourself and just when y

Letter To My Dear Friend 1

Letter To My Dear Friend is a bit of  everything; fiction, friendship, fact, experience and wisdom. I wrote it with the aim of clearing the wrong mentality the world has created of friendship in the minds of the youth, building friendships and enlighten the young ones on what friendship should be about. And as the days unfolds, I will share each part of it with you. Read on. Dear Friend , If you can’t PRAY with me,  don’t PLAY with me. Gone are the days when we were naive, and saw certain demands irrelevant. As we grow, we come to realise that,  praying  is more relevant than  playing . We’ve come to acknowledge the power of prayer in our lives; not our prayer necessarily but prayers offered by others on our behalf.  Dear, sometimes, we need extra voice of power to be victorious in our endeavours. We need extra voice to remind us of the word, encourage us to go on our knees, and to intercede on our behalf. Have you ever come to a point in life where you wished there was someone out the

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