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Welcome! This should have been my very first post and I do apologise for that. I'm very new to blogging and I'm yet to understand how it really works. Well, until then, this is what I plan to do with my blog. I should be posting at least thrice a week. I know it is poor and I apologise for that. Subsequently (hopefully) the frequency will improve. With that said, this is the plan.

1. Sunday Chops: This will be featured on Sundays, obviously. Here I will pick any Christian topic of my choice and talk about it to the best of my knowledge. As I am very far from perfect, I hope to hear from you through the comment column. Maybe we can learn a thing or two from ourselves.

2. Midweek Banter: This is more like a freestyle on any topic I choose...or you choose depending on how this blog unfolds. It will be featured on Tuesdays or Wednesdays. I am totally open to honest criticism.

3. People's Weekend: This happens to be my personal favourite. I interview various people on  a random topic of my choice(or yours) and I post their comments here. This can come on Fridays or Saturdays.
 
This blog was created so that I can improve my spiritual life, writing culture and public speaking. I hope you can join the ride and help a sister. Thank you!!

Comments

  1. Grace Joseph10 May 2017 at 09:32

    Welcome to blogging. I like that you've scheduled what you plan to do on your blog, and hope that you follow it through with the same enthusiasm you've started with.

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  2. Chinedu14 April 2020 at 09:23

    It's great that you planned this. However, you haven't been able to stick to the plans. I understand you could be constrained by time, but I think you should try and make it once in a week.

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