Weekly Review
Memory retrieval is a kernel idea driving much of computer technology. Random information access searching operates like a gigantic brain remembering/ locating where this or that piece of relevant data is located in time, space or digital cupboard. Every aspect of contemporary processing involves assembling input data for analysis and recombination. In a similar way, the human mind is constantly utilizing memories to better approximate its understanding of self past and present, reality, and the external world surrounding every individual, who is always at the center of his or her own universe.
This week Community DAO saw an enormous uptick in creative content production by our ambassadors and marketing team out of Africa. This cross-continental interaction continues to take center stage in our overall project focus, for the time being, despite several large partnerships in which we are also engaged, like the Commtower in Sky City and Ravencoin development, which are also quite dynamic areas needing more attention. As we can identify worthy parties, more significant delegations of responsibilities can occur.
After we discovered a couple of plagiarized articles from last week’s initial entries to Commlink, which we rejected, we decided to ultra-personalize a topic as a writing “prompt” so that writers would focus on their own experiences rather than trying to be crypto “experts.” We sent out a bid for 1000-word essays on “3 favorite memories,” with accepted articles receiving up to 500 RVN rewards. And to our surprise, we received 17 entries! This is a type of jackpot for us, even though producing Commlink is becoming an increasingly expensive affair!
One aim of any growing organization is to develop a broad base of engagement. Through conferences featuring motivating exercises or games or tasks, “community building” is generally focused on encouraging group participation in a variety of ways. Motivating people to try new things can be a difficult project in an atmosphere of retracting confidence and a looming recession. But we have found that these bottlenecks can be more effectively circumvented by moving focus to areas where there is less congestion, and a more eager desire to take on new jobs energetically. We have found this to be true in developing relationships with a rising generation of African crypto-traders and graphic designers, predominantly in Nigeria.
And now, it seems that we have found a “mother lode” in this direction by encouraging the members of Community DAO to discuss their personal experiences. What an outpouring! We also noted a significant increase in the number of designs produced for this week’s design theme, which was to create works with inspirational quotations. We will probably need to expand the number of top-selected works from 10 to 15 or 20 in the coming weeks or create some different types of contests in the near future.
All in all, this is an experiment utilizing new methods of communication and disruptive payment methods internationally, through weekly games and contests. It is the first case of which I am aware of Ravencoin being used as a form of economic reward in such a context, which can be used by participants in other countries with different internal currencies to obtain basic foodstuffs and necessities.
So, we are quite excited to present original work on childhood memories and significant life experiences, from a unique cross section of African culture, the aspiring crypto/tech community, as it is coming into contact with the Western world through new possibilities inherent in technology and blockchain.
Apart from that, of significant note, the designers at Alterverse have produced some phenomenal comps of all the potential skyscraper models that will be available in Sky City.
The word is that CommDAO may have had something to do with one of the models being dubbed the “Raven.”
So, leaving it there, we encourage you to take a drive down “Memory Lane” and examine some of the amazing stories of our African marketing squad featured here below. Our editor, Alina Okun, has selected 4 essays for this week’s issue. Future Commlinks will carry additional essays originating from this week’s output, as we find every single one to be a fascinating glimpse into a world that many of us in the West have yet to discover and learn about.
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NFT and Raven NFT Marketplace
In the development of marketplaces for the buying and selling of artistic designs in the web3 ecosystem, NFT marketplaces were developed to enable artists all over the world to sell, buy or gift their creative designs in the form of transferring ownership of the artwork from the author to another user in need of the design. This is known as owning a digital asset.
For the record, a non-fungible token (NFT), as the name implies, is a financial asset consisting of digital data stored on the blockchain. Also, it is a form of distributed ledger from one centralized marketplace to another. The ownership of an NFT is recorded on the blockchain and can be transferred by the owner, allowing NFTs to be sold and traded in designated marketplaces.
In an actual sense, if the owner of the NFT is recorded on the blockchain, the holder can also be tracked through the wallet address used during the transfer or distribution of the asset.
These non-fungible tokens could be key to one or more chests and may only be used once to open or reveal another asset.
The development of NFTs has created a new pathway for both digital and non-digital artists and creators all over the world to showcase their creativity and creations while collectors pride themselves on their expensive collections. This has really made way, like a revolution, for all artists to design or create quality designs, monetize their works at a lower cost, and assure collectors that they can verify the authenticity and provenance of their purchases in all the available marketplace.
What are these NFTs?
It is easy to talk of physical assets when it comes to artistic designs than digital assets as a currency. Like what is presented in some Ravencoin-based asset markets, NFTs can take many forms, such as simple digital art (static or in motion), collectibles from one or more collectors, or a creative design that includes suitable music that helps illustrate the main idea of the design. All of these can all be combined in a single NFT to raise the value and meaning of the artwork, or they can be explored separately. As is usual for humans, there will continue to be more creative ways of illustrating or elaborating one's visions or dreams. This could be termed "The unreal world".
Who created the first NFT?
One of the most common questions about NFT is who created the first NFT.
The first NFT was created by Kevin McCoy on May 3rd, 2014. He creatively minted his non-fungible token known as “Quantum" way before the crypto art market exploded, gathering lots of attention. When he created the first NFT, many people were skeptical that he would create something that everyone would want to own.
His beautiful Quantum NFT, as seen in many exciting marketplaces, is a colorful pixelated image of an octagon filled with denoting circles, arcs, or other shapes which share the same center, with larger shapes surrounding smaller ones and hypnotically pulsing in fluorescent hues. This NFT was sold at a very low price when compared to its current value of seven million dollars, and it is still going up as the NFT passes from one collector to another.
Who can create an NFT?
Many artists are unaware that the artwork they create can be traded as an NFT. Anyone can create an NFT and then trade it for real cash and/or cryptocurrency on the marketplace(s) of their choice.
Do I need the best experiences?
It is a real concern for us to leave a lasting mark on the wall of time. This is not really necessary when it comes to creating NFTs. As I've written above, anyone can create an NFT, depending on what it will be used for.
A tradable NFT could be anything in the physical world or the author's imagination.
The author can be an artist, art advocate, videographer, photographer, social media personality, and many more.
In an actual sense, no experience is necessary, so long as they have proof of ownership or legally own the content.
Who are the buyers of these NFTs?
Today, anyone can buy an NFT of their choice on any NFT marketplace. The listed NFTs can be minted as many times as possible, depending on the author's agreement with the marketplace.
Ravencoin NFT Marketplaces
The Ravencoin NFT marketplaces are among the best in the NFT space, offering the best prices and affordable options for all.
RVNNFT.ART
This is the main marketplace for Ravencoin NFTs, with many great NFTs on display.
RVNFT is your best NFT art agent, helping to expose listed NFTs to the world through different social media platforms. The platform also allows users to upload their NFTs to different categories on the marketplace such as Virtual NFT Auctions and Virtual NFT Gallery Events.
It also has an option for P2P (peer-to-peer) trading.
A P2P trading platform is a kind of trading that connects the buyer with the seller without charging an additional fee for listing the asset.
After an easy listing of your NFTs in RVNFT, the platform removes its 500 RVN barrier requirement for issuers of NFTs and sub-assets.
WAGMI NFT
WAGMINFT.net is a Ravencoin-based NFT that is designed to cultivate the adoption of tradable digital assets such as NFTs. This platform offers the artists an opportunity to create and upload their preferred NFTs, which would be promoted on popular social media platforms like Twitter and RVN NFT marketplace, creating more awareness of the digital asset in order to attract buyers from around the world.
Ravencoin blockchain keeps getting bigger by the day as it has the first DAO operating on its blockchain. The DAO intends to connect web3 to the real world and offer its CommTower, a digital asset built on Alterverse Sky City’s main plaza.
The better days are just ahead. Join a DAO on Ravencoin blockchain today. Tomorrow may be too late.
My broken home
We had a very beautiful family, the one most neighbors around were jealous of.
Dad and Mom played like new lovebirds. All we could do as kids is grin widely or use our palms to cover our faces because the feeling we got was funny.
Dad would come back home early from work. We, the kids, would run happily to welcome him and take whatever parcel he had on him.
He goes to his favorite armchair in the parlor. Then, I'd squat down at his feet, take his shoes off, and gently massage his toes after being squeezed in his shoes for long hours at work.
All he'll do is groan lightly. I'll look up at him with a satisfied and proud look.
I was daddy's massager, while my brother was busy consuming the snacks Dad got us.
Mom comes from the kitchen with her big stomach housing our new baby.
She hugged him and blushed. Mom still blushed, and Dad gave her that flirty smile.
She holds onto his hands and massages them softly while inquiring about his day.
He starts explaining how it went. By then, I'm sitting opposite them, munching on my snacks.
Mom leaves for the kitchen to finish up the meal.
Dad yawns loudly, uses his palm to rub his face then cracks his knuckles.
He stares at the room and nods his head slowly.
A few minutes later, Mom comes in with a tray of Dad's meal.
He smiles, brings his leg down from the table, unhooks his belt, and rubs his palms.
He opens the covered plate. The aroma fills the whole room.
In an exotic dish of fufu and afang soup with many lumps of meat, I could see them clearly.
Dad frowns a bit and asks for a little plate.
He selects some of the meat and asks Mom to return it back.
"There's always tomorrow," he tells her.
He invites my little brother and me to come to eat with him.
Mom tries to stop us but he insists. She frowns, but his smile brightens her up.
My brother and I get seated, and after washing our hands, we dig into the meal.
A few minutes into the meal, Dad brings out a chunk of meat and chews it, then puts it in my mouth.
Very easy for my milk teeth to tear apart with the juice staining my mouth.
He does the same thing to my brother, we keep eating while Mom watches us, then occasionally scolds and calls us "Foodies."
Finally, we are all done with the meal.
Dad helps in cleaning our mouths and hands.
Gives us water to push in those lumps of fufu, then we proceed to one of the long sofas to rest.
He goes to the other part of the room, demarcated with cotton, to change up.
He comes out in a boxer, revealing his good physique body and thick, strong legs.
Dad has never gone to a gym, but he has a perfect body, more like Arnold Schwarzenegger.
That's why Mom is always feared by troublesome neighbors in our compound, who are equally scared of Dad.
Mom clears the table and washes all the used dishes.
She calls us out and takes off our clothes, baths, and gets us ready for bed.
While we all slept, including Dad, Mom goes off to the veranda to wash all the soaked clothes for tomorrow to avoid dragging the drying line with other neighbors.
It all started when Dad traveled out for work.
He came back with a new phone, a new look, and a car.
That night, he went to take his bath in the public bathroom.
His phone rang, "My precious" was seen as the caller ID.
It got Mom so curious. Dad wasn't a phone kinda person, and besides, he saved her number as "My Wife."
She decided to ignore it and waited for Dad to come back.
But it kept ringing, she picked it up without saying anything.
The voice said, "My love."
It was a feminine voice, a very light-toned voice at that.
Dad came back from the bathroom and saw Mom with his phone glued to her ear.
He dragged it and pushed her to the wooden edge of the bed.
He scolded her harshly and warned her never to pick up his calls.
He got into the demarcated side of the room, got dressed, and went out.
My brother and I watched with wide eyes what just happened.
Mom struggled to get home with a hurtful look on her face.
Things took a different turn in my home. Dad stopped eating mom's food. He hung out with his friend till late at night. He made late-night calls with that same lady while on the same bed with Mom.
He once told Mom that he is the head of the house, and he has the right to make any decision he wants.
The only thing Mom would do is cry whenever he traveled back to work.
She would talk to herself about how she got married at the age of nineteen and how she forfeited her secondary education because Dad promised to send her to school after they got married due to her family background.
…How Dad asked her to forget about going to the teaching program she enrolled for and focus on being a full-time housewife.
…How Dad lied to her that he hadn't gotten married but had other kids from the first person he got married to.
Finally, they got separated. Dad got married to the woman he had been seeing.
He sent Mom away, and she had to start over again. He sent her away from her kids for many years.
Those kids grew up being mistreated.
They never had anyone to confide in about the changes that occurred in their bodies.
A lot happened in their home, and they had emotional problems.
Dad lost his job, got frustrated, and poured all the aggression on the kids, including the hate from their stepmother.
The eldest of them couldn't take it anymore and committed suicide but left a note, "A broken home made me do this, I need peace".
Culture and Tradition of Anaang
Annang is part of the Southern Nigerian ethnic group, which comprised 8 local governments out of the present 31 local government areas in Akwa Ibom State, which are: Ikot Ekpene, Obot Akara, Ukanafun, Oruk Anam, Abak, Essien Udim, Etim Ekpo, Ika in Akwa Ibom State.
The Annang is centrally located in the former Ikot Ekpene and Abak Divisions of the Anaang Clan. In the Ika local government of Akwa Ibom State, it is properly regarded as Ika-Annang.
According to 2018 statistics, it is estimated that there are approximately 4 million Annang who speak the dialect fluently in Akwa Ibom and neighboring states (Abia), and more than a million speaking people live outside these states.
Location
The Annang is located in the Southern part of Nigeria, Akwa Ibom State, Cross River State, and Abia State (Ikwuano, Ukwa), to be precise. The Annang people have lived in the Southeastern coastal parts of Nigeria for centuries before the Europeans came. In the area of politics, Ikot Ekpene Local Government Area is seen as the capital of the Anaang (Akwa Ibom North West Senatorial Districts, which comprises 8 local governments).
In Annang tradition and culture, there was a belief that is called Ekpo Nka owo (it’s a spirit that kills women if they cheated on their husbands). With these particular norms, ladies are mindful of what they do once their bride price has been paid. For this reason, women are faithful to their partners.
Ekpo Nka owo is an Annang ancestral spirit that was mostly used to protect marriage between couples.
This foundation was laid by our forefathers and Annang people believe it till today. For this reason, people from other parts of Akwa Ibom and other States like going to Annang to get married because they know that their wives will be faithful.
If peradventure a woman has been caught cheating in Annang land before the Ekpo nka owo take its cost ‘killing her’ she must bring out the man with whom she had an affair and confess to the public. These are the items attached to the offense which she committed: Goat, hot drink, bitter kola, and a huge amount of money before she can be forgiven by the gods or she dies. So all Annang men and outsiders embraced this because it favors them at all costs.
On the grounds of culture, Annang has different types of culture - Ekpo "Masquerade" which are as follows: Ekung (masquerade on a reddish dress with just two Kains with handbell tied on their waist), Ekpo Nkang (masquerade that rub charcoal on their body with a machete on the hand, carving head and cains on the other hand), Idad Ekpo (similar to Ekpo nkang but very violent in nature), Abiakpo (masquerade that Uses bamboo stick to walk around and display), Ekuñ (the tallest among all the masquerade in Annang).
All these cultures listed here don’t display at the same time, as the names vary so the period they display varies as well.
Abiakpo is a masquerade who only display during the festive period and Ekuñ (the tallest among the masquerades) display during yam harvest to mark the visit of the ancestral spirit (Ekpo), Akakum, also known as Afum, (usually dressed in a white garment and design with a red cross and very diabolic in nature). All the masquerades in Annang land use masks with grotesque characters recognized as Iliok, which are very dangerous in nature, and only the members of ekpo view the spirit when they gather.
Akakum means “Wind” (In Ika-Annang in particular) displayed during festivals and often performed with many sacrifices before they are displayed in the village square. Women don’t view some of the ekpo (Mask Masquerade) when they are displayed at the village square, market, or street.
Annang values when an individual speaks the dialect well and oratory when he/she has the ability to speak and interpret the proverbs, especially among the leaders. The word “Annang” means “they who speak well,” according to the American anthropologist. Anyone from Annang that has the gift of eloquent speech is often regarded as “Akwo Annang Ade Akwo Uko” meaning “A man of dignity”.
In Annang tradition and culture, there are no barriers that hinder women from attaining certain positions or offices. When it comes to governance, only elderly males act as the legislative arm known as Afe Ichong (Where the elders gathered), headed by the Abong Ichong (Village head and Clan head), who is the head and the chief executive but without the authority beyond what the Afe Ichong ano (gives). The chiefs are appointed by the Afe (palace) and can also be an inherited office.
Annang society locates their place in the social world Ilip in Annang, which literally translates to womb, and siblings from the same Ilip (womb) means that they belong to the same father or mother. In Annang land, which comprises 8 LGAs, Abak has the strongest and largest number of masquerades so far, second by Essien Udim, particularly the village called Ikpe, they have dangerous masquerades.
From September Ekpo Nkang (masquerade on black charcoal ) display their culture on the street and from there Ekung takes it from them till December to display their own style, Idad Ekpo (Mad Masquerade) will join till the Christmas season.
The fattening room (Ufok mbobo) traditionally is a specific room where virgin adolescent girls were fattened up in preparation for marriage (here, they are encouraged to eat more food if they were skinny). The process where she has been kept in one place (fattening room) is known as mbobo.
In the fattening room, the mbobo spent her time naked so that her body could be well observed, and they would sleep on a bamboo bed, which was thought to fatten her up. At the end of this fattening, a major celebration would be called for in the village. As a result of fattening, according to tradition, it is believed that she will conceive easily as a prerequisite for entrance into the societies.
These features are some of the reasons why Anaang culture is one of the best and most unique cultures in Nigeria. I am from Annang and I'm super proud of it.
My Memories, My Monuments
I grew up in a little dusty town with rusted corrugated sheets and brown walls.
I have a lot of images of semi-clad children moving together like a herd or a wailing child beckoning his mother to buy the popular snack called "Awara." Teenage boys racing to the nearest game shop to get a feel of the current Winning Eleven Ps2 game, and Echos from churches trying to fine-tune their sounds for midweek services. Those times had lots of fun, and they were in episodes.
Lussawa, Romi, Kaduna
There was relative peace, and the people of Romi, Southern Kaduna were hospitable folks who loved in spite of differences in background, tribe, and faith. My fondest memories were born in that place.
Arriving Romi
In the year 2005, we entered Romi with barely any property after having a hard time in the country's capital Abuja. Prior to being in Romi, my sister and I were out of school.
We arrived at Romi as a family of 5: my Dad, Mum, me, Esther, and Ruth of blessed memory whose death still hurts.
In Romi, we moved to a rented apartment number 74 Ajiya Street. Within a few weeks after settling down, my parents enrolled my sister and me in school. The name of the school was Redeem Destive Royal School. Being in school after a long while of staying at home was fun at last. After a year, we changed schools for a better citadel of learning called Harmony International Schools.
On the 23rd of December 2007, the worst struck: my sister Ruth fell ill. The scenes are still vivid in my mind. Never did I see my mother panic in such a manner. After a while, she beckoned me to come to pray for my sister but death struck, and we lost baby Ruth. It was a sad period for the family and most especially for my mother.
After a year, my family moved from Ajiya Street to a better house, No 36 Majin Sadi Street, in a rougher neighborhood called Lussawa.
Me and my younger Sister Esther
Lussawa was more of a den of thugs and had hideouts than any other area in Romi. It took me time to acclimate but when I finally did, Lussawa felt like home.
Experiences of being Bullied
I had problems with bullies at my previous school and neighborhood. Tact and diplomacy were more useful than physical strength in ensuring my survival.
When I became a teenager, I was often in harm's way because all my mother would say when someone pissed me off is let it go and say "God bless you," but the neighborhood in Lussawa didn't buy that phrase. You had to toughen up or become everyone's punch bag. I still remember getting three slaps from a guy who everyone tagged tough.
I reminisce on a period when two brothers got in a fight with me for not passing the ball or something. They picked on me, and before I could make a good claim, they pounced on me like cats on loose beef. In a bid to get someone who was going to have my back, I jogged out of the fight to my cousin, who was older, to come to be my hero, but my man chickened out and wouldn't budge to my plea of him being my superhero.
One time I was fed sand after going down in a fight. I tried to keep this defeat all to myself, but a neighbor watched the fight and reported it to my mother. She dashed to the boy’s house to give a stern warning about bullying me and all that.
One time I came on top in a fight. The dude was so confident he was going to beat me like a mother did to a child. I pleaded with him to take it easy, as I only joked, but he was not having it. I don't know what happened but that day, I was left with only one option: "fight." I fought until I had dudes back on the ground like some UFC match. I didn't believe I actually had the power in me. At least this gave me a lot of respect in the hood for quite a while.
At 13, I made it to senior high school. My mum, not being a stranger to my struggles, decided I was going to a boarding school to toughen me up a little. The school Government College Kagoro was quite popular because of its history and alumni.
Being on the ground in the school made me see the school as it was, it was a hard place to live in with substandard food and military-like drills. Classes were held in Hausa language because other students struggled to communicate in English.
I also had my fair share of bully experiences in Government College Kagoro. One time a dude approached me, vexed that the Chemistry teacher complimented me on looks and academics. I bought it but in a split second, he threw a blow. I dogged and gave him some Jackie Chan's kick to the amusement of fellow students who cheered me after the whole fight.
Those moments were beautiful, from someone who was bullied to someone who stood tall, being a dude who is not scared of anyone and at the same time not infringing on anyone's right to freedom.
Getting into the University
On the 5th of January, 2015 I started college formally to study Agricultural Economics and Extension. I started as a sophomore on the grounds that I had done A levels.
Getting admitted to the University of Uyo was a scary and exciting experience. I had to sit long hours in lecture halls learning across so many topics in different courses, from general studies to Agronomy, Animal Science, Economics Forestry, Food Science, Statistics etc. I made lots of friends who were from different backgrounds. Prior to getting into the university, I had attended only a handful of social events, but in school, social events were quite often than normal. Finding a balance between academics and social events was hard but I ensured it happened.
Me and my colleagues at a friend’s social event.
These are the memories I reflect back on and give appreciation to God for those beautiful moments I was blessed with. In the same vein, I draw strength from my stories and use them as a vehicle to propel myself to new heights!
I hope my memories captivated you for a moment. Thank you for your rapt attention.
My Favourite Memories
A close connection exists between memories and narratives. Without the knowledge of memories, you can not comprehend the stories. We have some fascinating memory oddities that our evolution has endowed us with, such as the inclination to prefer a complete story to one that is lacking key details. Here are some of my favorite memories from "Life, Crypto, and Love."
Crypto lifted me: A Bittersweet Memory( PART 1)
Are the best memories supposed to be pleasant ones? If so, I've fallen short. But can I use FAIL to describe a circumstance that made a positive difference in my life?
My earliest and clearest memories are of a military housing complex in Akwa Ibom where I was born and raised. The moment my brother and I met one of our childhood best friends, though, is the one I remember most fondly. No matter how much dust accumulates in the recesses of my memory, I can always brush it away and repeat the event in my thoughts as if I were seeing it for the first time. Even now, I can still vividly recall it.
I needed money so bad that I was ready to venture into anything (yea, I know that thought, but it is not what you think).
I had an intriguing discussion at the gym a little over ten years ago. With the regular bunch of guys, I was "rolling out" when he mentioned this brand-new currency called Bitcoin.
“Bitcoin is digital money,” he said. “But it's completely private and not tied to a government.”
“How does that work?” I asked.
At first glance, cryptocurrencies didn't seem to make any sense to me. My friend made an effort to clarify. Before beginning to lift heavy weights, work up a big quantity of sweat, or both, we all had a quick chat about it.
Next, I made an investment! Yes, I did convert part of my savings into cryptocurrency. As I did so, I felt sick to my stomach. This was impacted by the rapidly declining coin market. You must always feel nervous when you are losing money. The bigger problem, though, was that I was aware of my error.
I struggled to free myself from the mental burden of this "investment," a part of me wanted to sell. But another part of me detested the notion. I admitted to myself, "I purchased high." I must not sell at a loss.
Yes, I "invested" N50,000 over the course of two months into a project that I didn't fully comprehend, didn't support, and that I essentially viewed as a pyramid scheme. It is pointless to call me a fool (I know you have already). I already understand.
My crypto narrative should appeal to the majority of people (although perhaps with larger amounts of money). I did not invest any money. I hazarded a guess. I was inspired to profit from this new technology after watching friends of mine use it to earn tens of thousands of dollars. So, despite not understanding how it all worked, I made a cryptocurrency investment. I was placing bets. Gambling? Yea, I bet!
I was fortunate, in retrospect. Yes, I lost a ton of money in four months, but it was still a lot less than what I could have lost. However, I've grown and improved, and my experience with cryptocurrency has eternally altered my life. Returning to the original query, are happy memories supposed to be enjoyable? If so, I have failed. But can I use FAIL to describe a circumstance that made a positive difference in my life?
Because I did learn, keep an eye out for part two to see how I'll apply what I learned.
PART 2: Crypto Experience Changed my Life
During my stay at the university, I was struck from the front by an unannounced student-driven car as I was on my way to class. Fortunately, I escaped unscathed for the time being, but it fundamentally changed how I viewed the world.
Before the catastrophe, I had a tremendous desire to advance, but I lacked urgency. I was aware of my ambition to succeed, but I never felt ready to begin. The accident caused a lot of changes in everything. I was adamant that I would be successful and that I would immediately begin.
I worked in several other professions after I graduated, such as technical recruiting and wine sales, but I never seemed to find the right fit. That quickly changed after I started working for a consulting firm that specializes in Financial Technology (FinTech).
Since I was new to fintech, I tried to learn as much as I could by participating in neighborhood events and reading. In the middle of 2020, I came across a blockchain chapter that discussed the technology's aspirations to outperform the internet in terms of impact.
The extent to which this chapter will change my life was unknown to me at the time. I became caught in and started to worry a lot about one thing:
What should I do if I truly believe that blockchain technology and digital currency will change the world? Do I make an investment today to build the future, or do I keep buying bitcoin in the hopes of making money?
Ultimately, having decided to pursue the latter and learn as much as I could, I registered in the first (free) course for a Master’s in Digital Currency program taught by an internationally renowned expert.
After completing that first course, I was positive I had found my calling. Ironically, the main challenge I faced in starting a Master's program centered on the future of money was a lack of funding. Traditional graduate school loans were not an option because the university was located outside of my state. So, in order to pay for my education, I had to take out a personal loan with a hefty interest rate.
Even though the cost of each course was high, I knew I was a part of a program that would have an impact on the future. The course material included a wide range of topics, including an analysis of the concept of money, the technical intricacies of blockchain technology, and the basics of innovation.
After a year of full-time work and study, I earned my Education certificate. After graduating, I applied for a Project Manager position on Coinbase's Advocacy team because I wanted to work for a company that, in my opinion, would change the world. Within a three-week span, I ran a half-marathon and was employed by Zuga.
Since my job at Zuga required me to use our products as quickly as possible, I was aware that concepts like blockchain technology and virtual currencies can be challenging to understand.
I collaborated with our product, engineering, and design teams to represent our customers' interests and help them comprehend the ideas, bugs, and feature requests that our customers have shared with us. I also work closely with our support team to make sure our team is prepared to manage issues when they arise with clients.
As I previously mentioned, finding a company that I believed could change the course of history was extremely crucial to me. Blockchain technology and digital currency are already revolutionizing finance and making huge sums of money for those engaged.
We have the opportunity to address racial imbalances as we seek to develop an open financial system by ensuring that black and other underrepresented groups are not just aware of the technology but also have a seat at the construction table.
Last year, I suggested to Zuga to create a comprehensive scholarship program for black and other underrepresented minority professionals to pursue a Master's in blockchain and digital currency. By doing this, I believe we will create the next generation of leaders in the bitcoin business.
However, there are several grey areas. There is a divide, as I discovered last week. But crypto changed my life, and I sincerely hope that it will enrich your life in the same ways that it has mine. With crypto, the world is a better place.
Technology has literally influenced my life. Nothing, in my opinion, is more real than that aspect of my existence. Wait, hold on, there is LOVE and FOOTBALL, are these two realities? Are they connected? Here is my last story:
PART 3: How My Football Memory Proves That Love Exists
One game that many people "love" is football. The game brings people together from all races. While love is a blessing bestowed upon man by God, it is also a natural emotion.
Despite the fact that "love" is incredibly lovely, many people still think it doesn't exist. This raises the question: if "love" doesn't exist, why do supporters cry when their team loses a game or when they're disappointed?
Why do we cry when our team loses in the championship if we have no feelings? Do we mask our tears? When my team loses a big game, I personally don’t eat or do anything else rational.
With that being said, it has been demonstrated through football that love does exist—if we just pay attention to it. Giving it your all is the only way to know it exists, just as a football fan pays money to watch a game rain or shine.
Because it costs a lot of money for fans to go to watch their team play, they will be devastated if they lose. Therefore, if we apply the same principle to love, we will acknowledge its existence.
Heartbreak and similar experiences lead us to claim that love does not exist. Why, therefore, do you give up? Continue to try and believe, just like the supporters will.
Love is real, just like football is. I'm a living testimony.
Moral Lessons
Holding is an easy strategy but not the most profitable one.
Be different from most people and resist being controlled by fear. Be conscious of the voice of the narrator inside your head, at the very least.
As for what is "too high" or "too low," we have no freakin' idea. A higher high and a lower low are typically present in the new species of animal known as cryptocurrency.
Love is the absence of fear.
Love, like crypto and football, requires attention.
Please don't let me scare you, but it's better to err on the side of caution than on the side of adventure if you're an individual investor attempting to achieve your financial goals in life. We are the second case in the aforementioned scenario since our existence is made up of a succession of related events.
Ambassador Report
As the most decentralized autonomous organization next to Bitcoin, we have charged ourselves with great designs full of lovely summer designs to brighten your summer season. Feel very free to browse through our summer designs and our selections of top 10 designs and the most liked tweet of the week. Below is our leaderboard for week 25:
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Banacubana
Dani_BeeHive
Inemsweet29
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Alochinonye
Mkay_vic
Weekly Design Contest 8/13/22- Theme: Inspirational Quotations - Top 10 picks receive 50 RVN and 500 C0MM
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Most liked tweet of the week (100 RVN/1000 C0MM:
Congratulations, Dani Beehive!