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Update.

Hey guys,
Excuse the regular absenteeism as you all know I'm a drifter who gets easily distracted and once I get distracted I find it very hard to get back into routine, I missed the blog a lot. Its been weeks since my last post and a lot has happened since then, Incase I forgot to mention I passed my exam, you know the constitution one I had to sit three times well I finally passed it.

 You know what they say " Third time is a charm" now it's funny. Come November I will be a Legal Studies graduate and since legal studies is not enough I'm adding a year studying BA Law and it has been a struggle, a year out of school has taken its toll. Tomorrow is the third week of the academic year and I still feel lost, I'm slowly  getting the drift.

I don't have much to say, not exactly the best blogger out there, but I will get there someday with hard work and dedication both I could do with right now If u know anyone giving out either feel free to let me know.

That's all for now,
XXXX
L.D

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