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Helping hands or holding hands?

It was just last week. I set up a quiz for the pupils I teach. Teaching had never been something I looked forward to but it found me. I can tell you that despite I find myself standing in front of a board each morning, I feel more like I am learning.

So, the doubts of if I relished teaching fizzled away. The experience has been fresh and worthy.

I had two groups namely A and B consisting of three pupils each for the quiz. The pupils in group A were more of the intelligent stock and group B, I called them the average stock.

Once we kicked off, group A had earned eight points leaving group B at two points.

"We will finish you, people today", Vincent snarled. He is one of the smartest kids you 'd ever meet, a fast rising Chike Obi breed and the sole provider of the answers coming from his camp. I was tempted to caution him not to talk that way to them but I restrained myself and kept watching the unfolding drama. Group B seemed to have lost hope, they all had a shadow of gloom covering their faces.

"Group B, choose your question", my voice informed them of the next round. Instead of announcing their chosen number, they whispered in each other's ears and giggled.

"Number 6,Ma!", Lanre answered on behalf of his group.

The rest of the story might be too long to continue but I learnt something.

The family that wins together eats a jointly cooked broth.
-Andrew Ifeatu Jennifer

Synergy is two or more things functioning together to produce a result not independently obtainable. The term synergy comes from the Greek word synergia from synergos, meaning "working together".

In the context of organizational behavior, following the view that a cohesive group is more than the sum of its parts, synergy is the ability of a group to outperform even its best individual member.

Teamwork makes the dream work.
-Bang Gae

It is the magic in working with others; it’s the power of synergy, the 1+1=3 formula, where strength is multiplied by people working together.

The power of synergy cannot be swept under a carpet. Whenever you find yourself in a group or team, don't hide yourself like some old coin hidden under the ground by Jaja of Opobo. You are there for a reason but its up to you to show it. You have something that no one else can offer the way you offer it.

Share in the responsibility of your team, contribute your quota, spur them to victory and make yourself a victor.

When your team wins, You win!

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