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Have you been tested for the FVJ syndrome?

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Oh! You are here already? Welcome to Ifeatu's Havillah. FVJ is the biggest disease rocking the earth right now. What if I don't need to test you and know you already have it? Don't worry I won't keep you waiting for long like you are waiting on an HIV test, that will be too mean.

So, does it beat you how ugly looking people seem to have beautiful and amazing virtues or characters? How soft some fierce looking people can be deep inside? How tiny some fat people's voices could sound? If we take on FVJ, these things may have been considered to be contrary. It's all because they are not subject to Face Value Judgment (FVJ).

In a world where every Tom, Dike and Hauwa are driven by sight, its very easy to be given to FVJ. Observing the outward appearance is good but take time to study the inward path of things too.

In business negotiation, daily life choices, relationship, execution of task and a whole lot of other things, you need more than Face Value Judgment. Be ever ready to see beyond what is displayed before your eyes. In a world where millions have been beaten by the FVJ bug, avoid getting infected and if you have had the fangs of the FVJ monster sink into your neck like a vampire's bite.... Get treated.

©Andrew Ifeatu Jennifer, 2016
Twitter: @jennieifeatu

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  1. Unknown31 May 2016 at 14:05

    Changed looks? Nice looks though... FVJ? Masks makes the FVJ ish more complicated.

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