In a typical African home, parents ensure to run a monthly malaria check and treatment on their children/wards. And they do it faithfully. I remember as a kid my mum made sure she pumped our bele (if you're non-nigerian, i mean enema..Lol). My father on the other hand made fansidar become that kind of an enemy you always expect to meet soon. At least once every month.
He was always ready to stay back from his very special office just to monitor how seriously we were taking our medication. Often times, he'd reward the bravest of us. Trust me my dad could brag of brave offspring just for giving us those rewards. In our home, bravery was resolved in light of how genuinely we took our medicine.
My cousin Idara, smart kid, who grew up with us was always bagging all the rewards, therefore, remained my dad's favorite when it came to taking complete dose of the medicine. My dad always asked us if she had two heads. Before we could demand anything from him she already got it. Most times we only went to him to ask a share of what she's got already.
Idara always looked suspicious to me. Even when i was dying to be like her. I wanted to impress my father a lot so to win him over. Ofcourse he loved me more than anything in the world but Idara was a threat. I really wanted to become as brave as she was; but something fishy was going on. No one seemed to notice it. Why was she always falling ill?
She never joked with taking her medication to a point she won dad's trust. She always took hers still managing a bright face while we had ours forced down our throats when dad exhausted his patience.
But she was always sick of malaria. Idara had her skills..she was not taking her drug, I caught her once. She dumped them under our big mattress. While we were forced to take the medicine, Idara dumped hers. she was not brave nor smart after all. We remained healthy while she fell sick every now and then.
Do not Play Smart
Idara, smart kid who played her self most of the times.. she suffered the consequences. If she joined steemit she'd try to think of fast ways to get contents, hence she'd plagiarize, copy/paste tons of vain posts, Lack originality. She'd try to play smart, rather she'd fail.
- Steemit needs originality
Fear of being whack is one the reasons many prefer to duplicate people's work without giving credit. Idara had to play smart to be the brave one. Lol
But it usually end bad. To me, no one is whack. Frank Zappa in his quote says
"I never set out to be weird. It was always other people who called me weird.”
Endeavour to brainstorm a large number of topics, take your time to make a choice. While you settle for a decision on any topic, you should understand there's likely similar essays. This does not mean you can't go ahead with the topic. It means you have to work extra hard so to offer a fresh perspective. This is just how easy it is to create original contents.
- Be Consistent
Treat Steemit Like Africans treat Malaria
And they do it faithfully.
Idara played smart and never took her medication while the rest of the us were consistently being forced to take ours. We were healthy and stronger than she was.
Even the best business strategies will miss the mark without a commitment to consistency. Hence, being consistent is a must to grow on steemit. These are my reasons;
It makes you relevant: Your readers and followers need an anticipated flow of information from you. A couple of good blogs i saw when i first came in as an official steemian, only for them to disappear before they gain traction.
Without consistency effectiveness cannot be measured: Only the whales can say if steemit is real or not. A newbie can't. This is simply because unless you try something new, consistently, you can't really say if it works or not.
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