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How To Stay Productive While Working From Home




If only every establishment allows its staff to work from home, will the world be a better place? I would not readily say yes because while many will prefer to stay at home on a Monday morning, it can become boring and less fun.

However, a few offices now practices virtual organization system and some do not. Some people will be on leave and still be working. While some will be on casual leave but their type of work will still decide that they work from home. Also, most professionals do not need to be present in the office to continue working.

“There is no such thing as work-life balance. Everything worth fighting for unbalances your life.”
Alain de Botton

The most fun part about working from home is the beautiful fact that you get to do some serious work without pants. How cool does that sound?

So while this may not be fun because of some restrictions and limited access to a few things, let’s dive into how to make it still productive.

1.Wake Up Like You Are Going To Work

Wake up! It’s morning…Fine, we all know you aren’t going to step out of the comfort of your room but you still need to get your lazy ass up and get dressed and tidy up your room like you are going to work. Remember, the idea is to stay productive even while you are home.

2.  Define Your Home Work Space

Please don’t tell me your work space is on your bed, you’d just go back to another round of sleep. And it could make your bedroom even less accommodating. So create a space within your home that activate your senses and remind you “It’s work time”.

3. Structure your Schedule and Stick To It

What time do you arrive at the office and begin the day work…stick to it like that as well. Don’t even for a moment feel like you are home as that can be distracting and defeat the purpose.

4. Do Not Start The Day in Your Pajamas

This will keep reminding you that the bed is close by and you can easily snuggle into it. Get dressed, wear some loose or serious clothing and get behind the desk with your To-do list.

You can also read Time Management: Tips for Effective Planning

5. Turn Off Your Data

Unless you would need it, turn it off. Those WhatsApp or Facebook Notifications can really come in distracting and before you know it, you’ve abandoned the work and scrolling through tweets and Instagram feeds. You do not need any form of distraction while working. This bring us to the next point.

6. Keep Your Pets Away

You do not want your cat scratching your computer keypad, neither do you want you dog leaving its dump on a client’s document. Hence it’s best to keep your pets crated while you are working from home.

7. Communicate With Your Colleagues

Since you are out of the office and not bumping into your colleagues, listening to their incessant complain, or their call in from time to time, communicate with them; send emails, engage in video calls and send out instant messages to keep in touch. This keeps abreast with what is happening in the office. 

8. Music Therapy

Do you know music is a good form of working. While at work, I sometimes listen to music when I’m tensed or overwhelmed. So while working at home, get a good song that goes with the work flow.

9. Take Breaks

You are not a machine, my friend. Take some breaks. Take a walk to the kitchen, and get something light to eat. Walk down the street and come back home, just in time to continue again.

10. Have A Bottle Of Water On Your Desk

This help to keep you hydrated and curb unnecessary pangs of hunger that keep reminding you the kitchen is just a stone throw away. You do not want to add extra kg just because you decided to work at home.

Have you ever had to work from home or your job is so flexible you can work from home? How have you manage to do this? How do you cope with distractions. Join the conversation.

Written by Akingboye Deborah of Debs Corner

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  1. Organicarticle

    26/09/2017 at 5:22 PM


  2. projecthopefulreaders

    26/09/2017 at 5:20 PM

    Great read!

  3. Organicarticle

    26/09/2017 at 5:01 PM

    Thank you very much happy people. I appreciate

  4. HappyPeople

    26/09/2017 at 4:59 PM

    Great insight! I love the simple and straightforward idea

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During my 7th grade Spring Break, my family and I took a trip to Tanzania. It was an adventure by itself just getting there! We had to take fifteen different planes to get there and back (and from place to place in between). It was the first time I had been in such a small airplane; one of the fifteen planes only sat six passengers and the pilot. The ride was bumpier than the commercial airplanes, but the view was spectacular. When we arrived, the time zone change was difficult to handle, but after a few nights I got used to the change.


We stayed in a safari resort in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. The guide said we were over 150 miles away from civilization. The scenery was unlike anything I had ever seen before. There were all sorts of noises, but they weren’t ones I was used to hearing; the noises came from animals (and insects!), not from cars or television or people. So far, I loved the trip.


Our assigned guide was Mishi. She could spot a needle in a haystack. On our first safari, we saw a herd of giraffes and two rhinoceroses. Mishi told us that the concession that she worked for captured two black rhinos because they were in danger of going extinct due to poachers. She said that the poachers wanted them for their horns and would kill the poor rhinos to get their horns. The story behind the horns is that a Singapore government official had cancer and the dust of the black rhino horn supposedly cured him.


Ever since, black rhinos have been on the endangered species list. It made me really upset to hear that story, and it apparently made a lot of others sad too, which is why the good people from Mishi’s concession (well, really the concession at which Mishi worked) captured the two rhinos. They are not in a zoo but in guarded pen that is about 100 acres, sitting in the Serengeti. This protects the rhinos from poachers.


When we got back to the resort, there were a bunch of men standing in line with big guns strapped to their backs. I said hello but they just stood there and smiled at me. Later, Mishi told us that those men were caught poaching and were given a choice: go to jail, or work at the resort against poaching and protect the people and animals there. I thought that was a very good idea and felt better that people were there working against the poachers.


The next day, Mishi took us to a river that contained big crocodiles and even bigger hippos. After we took pictures, Mishi walked us over to a suspension bridge. My family was very nervous to cross after seeing what was in the river and there was a sign at the front saying no more than one person on the bridge at a time. Mishi finally convinced us that it was perfectly safe, and she was right! We all made it to the other side in one piece. After we explored a little in the area, we spotted a long line of ants. I noticed that a few were bigger than the others and these bigger ants were walking next to the line, as if keeping the others in order.


Mishi told us that they were called Army Ants and were used by old Tanzanian tribes in place of stitches. They would hold the skin together and force the ants to bite it, and then they would pinch off the ant’s body so their jaws would hold the skin until it healed. This works because the ant’s jaws have two big pinchers. I know it may sound odd and cruel now, but at that time the tribes didn’t have resources that we have today. With that in mind, I thought that it was very interesting how they used the resources they did have in such a creative and effective manner. Mishi actually showed me an example of how it worked by letting one of the ants bite her; I got to see that it really did work, but ouch!


After we had dinner one night, the people who worked there set up a campfire, and everyone sat around it. The sky was so clear that we could even see the planet Venus. Mishi told me that because there were not a lot of lights or pollution in Tanzania, the skies were very clear, especially at night. One of the other ladies who worked at the resort came over and sat next to my mom and me and pulled out a small bottle. She told us that it contained Henna, which is a flower native to Africa. Henna is crushed up to create dyes. She then offered to paint our nails with it. Henna does not come out of nails. It has to grow out, but it strengthens them and is a pretty orange color. My mom and I said yes eagerly.


After many days of fun and great adventure, my trip to Tanzania was soon over. I learned a lot from that trip and am looking forward to going back some day. I said goodbye to Mishi, and my family headed on its way (with me included). When I got back home I was sad, but I have many great memories from Tanzania to hold onto.


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The number of ‘Awwwwwn, you look beautiful’ people say whenever you pass is not a measure of how good you look.
The headcount that rotates does not mean that you are beautifully dressed.

Many times, in trying to look good we end up looking like aliens. Humans from a totally different world. In trying to join the trend, to belong, sometimes we overdo it.

Many times when they compliment us on our ‘bad’ look, we accept with great happiness in our heart, our minds trying to bust like popcorn on how good we look.

Humans can be very deceitful. Though you might look funny, no one will like to say it out. No one will want to be the mouthpiece to tell you, ‘ooh, the trouser is too loose or ‘your hair will be better if you bring it down’ or ‘your face powder is rough’ or ‘your makeup is too much’ and the rest of them. They will rather tell you how they are tripping over your makeup or your ‘funny’ hairdo.

Only people who are close to you and a few other individuals might be able to tell you this.

Everyone one wants to look good. But keep in mind that looking good is serious business. Wear clothes that suit you, don’t wear clothes because you don’t want to be left out of the fashion trend.

Bear in mind that body structure and shape for humans differ. What suits Angelina may not be suitable for you and vice versa.

Wear the right clothes that suit you and heads will be turning for the right reasons. If you want to copy a new or trending style, make sure you look good on the ‘copied’ style.

Makeup is nice, super nice. And today’s makeup kit is boom! Cosmetics has evolved over the years from powder, eye pencil, lip gloss or lipstick to now include, foundation, concealer, amongst others. It really looks good on our ladies but the secret is not to apply it in excess. Like they say, an excess of everything is bad, really bad.

Just like clothes, different shades of makeup suit different persons. From the eyeshadow to the concealer and foundation, lipstick inclusive. Humans have different tone of skin color. Apply the makeup in line with your skin color.

Apply the shades that suit your body colour, not the ones you like. The colours you love might not be the right one for you. In fashion sometimes, it’s not about what we love rather what looks good on us, what shade suits our skin colour.

It will be odd for you to spend hours in front of the mirror, preparing for the day, only for people to give you the ‘what-kind-of-makeup-did-she-apply’ look because your face is fanta colour while your body is coke.

Your hair is another asset you consider in your fashion statement. Colour combination matters. That a pink hair looks awesome on Nicki Minaj doesn’t mean it will be good for someone with a dark skin colour. Find the colour(s) of attachment that really suits your skin and matches your eyes.
You will slay them when you step out.

And to the guys, the ones who love fashion, who love attention, the ones who love to dress so beautifully well that girls break their neck while straining to see them whenever they pass, here is a word for you.

Sometimes those girls laugh at you and not with you. The smile and giggle but once you are out of earshot, the burst into laughter. It’s good to join the trend but ensure you don’t look like an unhappy ghost while trying to make your fashion statement.

That Phyno’s hairstyle may not be ideal for you, considering the shape of your head, jaw or face. Try that one that will suit you and the girls will be flying after you like flies.

Everyone must not join the beards gang. Instead of you to look like a gorilla with the beards, go get a clean shave, it might do you some good. Beards are not a measure of good looks. Don’t burn your face with cosmetics believing it will make your beards sprout faster. A clean handsome face is still better any day than a ‘burnt’ bearded face.

Next time you want to: wear that cloth, make or cut that hairstyle, or apply that makeup, do check for the one that suits you. Don’t go about looking like someone’s worst nightmare.

Lest I forget, visit your mirror before leaving the house, telling you the truth is her hubby.
Remember, attention doesn’t mean you are looking good, it can be negative.
Go slay them!

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@ Modester Chinonyelum Alo

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The day of Ebuka’s trial dawned on a watered earth. It had rained heavily the previous night. At about three a.m Mama had come into his room and woke him gently.
“Mmmh.” He grumbled.
“Chibuike, wake up.” Mama hissed.
He opened his eye a crack. The rain was drumming loudly on the roof.
“Mama O gini?”
“Did you not hear this rain?”
“So?” Ebuka asked her; his voice groggy with sleep.
Mama brought the rechargeable lantern she was carrying closer to his face.
“What do you think it means? Mama asked him, ignoring his drowsiness. “Is it a bad sign?”
It was the fear in Mama’s eyes that did it. The sleep fled from Chibuike’s eyes. He got up immediately and held Mama’s shoulders. They felt gaunt. The aftermath of days spent worrying.
“Mama its just rain,” he said but he doubted his own words. Still, he had to be strong, for Mama.
“But why will it rain like this on the night before his trial?” Mama persisted. “It has not rained at all since this week. Then suddenly, gbim! rain. it is a bad omen, I tell you. bad omen.”
Buike forced a laugh he didn’t feel. “Mama Na wa for you o. You’re too superstitious.” But he had begun to wonder too. What if it was a bad omen? Barrister Okeke had called him aside, so that Mama would not hear, and told him the case was looking bad.
“Your brother could be hanged.” Barrister Okeke had told him.
Buike had smiled and told Mama: “Its okay, we’ll get him out.” He couldn’t afford to lose her too. Not yet.
“Chibuike I’m worried. And scared too.” Mama said, bringing him back to the present.
He scooped the girl in his arms and stroked her hair. Again. And again. And again. All the while whispering “Nnem, it’s okay. It will be okay.” Until she fell asleep.
The alarm woke Buike at six a.m in the morning. He had slept for one hour only. He looked over at Mama. She was still sleeping.
Let her sleep, he thought. She rarely does that these days.
Around eight o’clock when he dressed and ate and stepped outside the gate the bustle on the streets was just like every other day. Workers heading for their offices and shops. School children headed for schools. Owerri has woken up and people milled about everywhere each person quite unaware of what the other person might be feeling. It was like Chinwendu always said: A Machie Uwa Jioji O di ka o Magbuola Onwe ya.
How right she was. If any of the individuals hurrying to their workplaces were to stop and regard Buike in his expensive suit and shoes and his well-groomed hair, they will quickly conclude that he lacked nothing and wish to be him.
He shook his head. A machie uwa jioji.
It is normal sometimes for a trial to begin later than the scheduled time. A lawyer’s car might get caught up in traffic. Or it could be his lordship the judge who makes the apology for lateness. Today, however, the proceedings began exactly at eleven o’clock. The scheduled time. It was as though everyone agreed to get it over with as soon as possible.
Ebuka was sentenced to death. Before the pronouncement, the learned judge faced the court and gave a long sermon on the need to eradicate the bad eggs in the society.
“This young man.” The bespectacled judge wagged a fat finger at a lean and rough looking Ebuka cuffed to two unsmiling policemen, is a very rotten egg. And to think that he took the life of one of the most respected men in the state.”
The judge banged the gavel with a very loud thump that spoke of a very self-righteous anger burning within him.
Mama erupted into screams that plucked at the strings at the base of his stomach. He held her not daring to look at her face. She fought him as she accused him, “you said it was going to be okay.”
He stole one last look at Ebuka before the policemen led him away. He was staring wide-eyed at Buike. Buike looked away.
He didn’t cry. He couldn’t. His reservoir has long depleted from constant usage. He has heard it before under different titles. His mother had told him and Ebuka : avoid bad company. The pastor in the church they went to as little boys preferred to use the Bible to make his point. He read a passage to them – and all of the other children – evil communication corrupts good manners, he read. Even their grandmother had her own version. If you don’t cut off the finger that dipped into the oil pot, pretty soon the whole hand will be soiled.
Different people, same message – people are inherently and irrevocably bad and should be avoided. Buike didn’t agree. He reasoned in terms of causes and effects. And after Ebuka was sentenced to death. He understood that there is more to crimes than facts.
He decided he will ask the question most people don’t care to ask – WHY?
When his eggs become diseased, he will not just throw them away. He will ask two questions: Why did they go bad?
Is there a solution?
It was the day that Ebuka was sentenced that he formed the club.

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Written by Chimeremeze David Okafor

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