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IT'S A CONTEST BUT.....

Hi,Hello, Lynda here again. How are you doing? Good i hope. Well, here's the thing: At the Google student club meet-up at my school (University of Nigeria, Nsukka) today , a contest was formed, with the aim of discovering the first three people to publish fifteen (15) posts-on Blogger before 12:00am tomorrow...i.e by 11:59pm.. I really don't think i stand a chance of winning the much (omg-so much)coveted Google swags....but..Like i always say... There is no harm in trying right?So basically i am going to be putting up fourteen more posts after this. I think this is a good opportunity to blog (l'm definitely being lazy) and i'm going to try to be as creative as possible.
IN THIS POST THERE IS BASICALLY ONE THING I WANT TO SHARE
TALENT!!
No wait...it's not boring!. I promise i'm not checking a dictionary..i'm just typing this as it comes.
I think your talent is a skill you have that you didn't really have to learn. (Corrections acceptable).There is also one thing i want to say about what i just shared.....
BUILD YOUR TALENT.HARNESS IT. USE IT.MAKE SURE YOU USE IT. 
Thanks.
Oh and P.S- if there are many of them(Talents
)...just replace "it" with "them".

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