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ESSAY WRITING CHOOSE ONE (1) AND ANSWER ============== (1) A cousin of yours in SS2 is discovered to be pregnant and her father has threatened to send her out of the house. Write a letter to pacify the father and suggest what you think can be done to salvage the situation. (2) Write an article suitable for publication in a national daily on the plight of the Internally Displaced Persons(DIP) in Nigeria and suggest how to rehabilitate them. (3) The literary and debating society of your school is organising a debate on the topic: Pen Robbery is worse than Armed Robbery. Write your arguments for or against the motion. (4) Write a story that perfectly illustrates the saying: To err is human, to forgive divine ========================= (4) the brother who has squandered his inheritance was being given red- carpet treatment upon his return , while he , who had toiled faithfully for his father had nothing to show for it. The world needs more leaders with the mentality of the boy ’ s father . He knew that his son had done wrong but hoped that the boy would return one day . He prepared for his return . There was a fattened calf and a robe waiting . The boy must have been stinking like a pig from his close association with the animals ; that did not matter to his father . Instead of asking him to account for the wealth he had entrusted , the father welcomed him home . On his part , the boy knew that he had done wrong. Long before he started the journey home , he thought of the apology he would give to his father for all the things he had done wrongly . He was also prepared to make amends . The boy also expected to be placed in a lower position than he had been in . One of the lessons here is that of taking personal responsibility for our actions . Most people will look for excuses for their mistakes . It is crucial to carry out an honest self- evaluation and decide what went wrong and how you will make amends for it. Then there is the other brother who had worked for his father without having been given anything for his work . Don ’ t we have such people in organisations ? They are people who wonder when they will be recognised for their work . The father said wisely that everything that was in the farm belonged to the boy. All of us should work with the mentality of an owner , and not of a worker . Organisations are about people , and people are known to make mistakes . Some people are entrusted with huge responsibilities, and when they make a mistake, there are several people waiting to bring them down . I challenge you to look for the best in others , to anticipate that they will turn out alright and to rejoice when people try to make amends for the wrongs they have done . After all , to err is human : to forgive is divine OR (4) TO ERR IS HUMAN, TO FORGIVE IS DIVINE In April 1993, at a young and irresponsible age, I found out I was pregnant. With much prodding, I reluctantly and regretfully terminated the pregnancy. I struggled with what I had done and went through several years of feeling unbearably guilty. As a Catholic, I went to confession, but after a brief, tearful session, I figured the priest must not have heard me through my sobs because God couldn’t possibly forgive me with a couple of Hail Marys and Our Fathers. After dealing with several years of depression, I found myself on a different path of self-destructive behavior. I was motivated enough to go to college, but not for all of the right reasons. I did okay at school and attended class regularly, but I partied extensively and dabbled in drugs. Once again, I found myself pregnant. This pregnancy was the motivation I needed to get my act together. I moved home and finished the one class I needed to get an associate’s degree, and I picked up additional classes at the local technical college. In July 1999, I had a baby boy who gave me a wonderful and healthy reason to live. I enjoyed every part of being a mom. Because of him, my life turned around entirely. Although I did not remain with his dad, I knew I was doing the right thing in raising my baby. After graduating from college with a couple of two-year degrees and then a bachelor’s degree, I felt like I had my act together. Still, two dates continued to haunt me: April 26th, the day I’d terminated the first pregnancy, and November 22nd, the day the baby was due. In July 2005, I got married to a wonderful man who was willing to accept me, my son and all of my baggage. We were fortunate to become pregnant that August, with a due date of May 23rd. We were ecstatic, and two ultrasounds at the beginning of the pregnancy revealed a healthy, growing baby. It wasn’t until our routine ultrasound in late December that we found out we were having twin boys. They pushed up my due date to the week of April 26th. I didn’t want to have the babies on that day. I had always vowed that I would think of my unborn baby daily, to somehow repent for what I’d taken away from that child. I felt like I needed to leave April 26th as a day of mourning. It was sacred in my mind. At a routine checkup on the morning of April 26th, my doctor found that I was five centimeters dilated. It was time to have my babies. As much as I was ready to meet my boys, I choked back tears and confided in her about the irony of the date. She held my hand and offered me different options, but I decided that God had His hand in this, and I needed to do what was intended. Although I am ashamed to admit it, despite the fact that my faith in God is true, I couldn’t get it out of the back of my mind that this was His opportunity to take something away from me as I had done thirteen years ago. Eleven hours later, I pushed out the first baby—a four-pound, eleven-ounce miracle. We knew the second baby was breech, and the plan was to turn him around and deliver him normally. After the expert medical staff turned him around and all was going as planned, he stuck his arm out in one last attempt to enjoy some space to himself. In their efforts to push his arm back in to deliver his head first, the cord got pinched between his arm and his head. With no vital signs on the delivery room monitors, my mind raced with the penance I must be paying now. Surely, the Hail Marys and Our Fathers had been enough. Surely, the guilt I’d carried with me for thirteen years had signified my repentance. My second baby was born via emergency C-section, all five pounds, fifteen ounces of healthy baby boy. After a very brief stay in the NICU, the babies were released to our care. For weeks after I had the twins, amidst the feelings of being overwhelmed and ecstatic, I could not help but question why God had not allowed me to keep that day to mourn and remember every year. I still feared that something was going to happen to one of the twins or that they would be taken away from me, but they remained healthy, growing boys. Nearly five months later, I was attending a class in preparation for the boys’ baptism. As we were the only family baptizing our children in November, my husband stayed home with the three boys and I was the only parent there. The instructor was a very kind woman who told me about her own family of girls and how she used to take in infants as foster children. The thought of having to raise these infants and then turn around and give them to someone else left me both touched and heartbroken. Feeling emotional from her stories and the thought of baptizing my boys, I struggled to remain composed. She noticed my tears and asked if there was anything she could do. I sobbed out my entire story. When I had finished, this woman smiled at me compassionately. With the most soothing voice, she explained to me that the boys were not brought into this world on April 26th as a coincidence. They were given to me that day as a gift to our family and as a symbol of forgiveness that I could not ignore. I know this woman was in that room with me for more than just teaching me about baptizing my boys. I think she was there to re-baptize me. The sense of peace and forgiveness this woman offered me redefined my faith in God. I was more at peace that day than I had been in thirteen years. SOLVE AND TYPE BY EXAMLOADED TEAM THE BEST AMONG THE REST…
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