7 WordPress Plugins That Will Help Increase Your Website Traffic (3 min read)

Some tips to create more traffic for your website! By .

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1.  Sharebar Sharebar is an easy-to-install WordPress plugin that syncs with the big social media outlets so that visitors can easily share your content. The Sharebar links your article or site pag…

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How I was stalked by a man in a trench coat

How I was stalked by a man in a trench coat

It’s midday and I’m walking towards downtown Manzini, Swaziland. It’s so hot and dry that I feel like I’m inside an oven.

As I cross the street, a man dressed in a trench coat appears out of nowhere and starts walking beside me. I immediately shudder. It doesn’t take me long to remember that I’m living in a country where rape, HIV and AIDS are rampant. Everyday since I’ve been in this country I’ve heard stories about terrible things that have happened to people, particularly to females. My next thought is “how do I get rid of the stranger?” By “rid” I mean how do I make him go away without crossing him. I know full well that it´s not safe to walk alone after dark, but in the middle of the day? It definitely isn’t a good idea to pay attention to this man even in broad daylight, let alone try my humanitarian (the reason I was in Swaziland in the first place) skills on him because I’m by myself. My only chance of pulling myself out of this situation is to scope it out. Plus, he was wearing a trench coat at noon on one of the hottest days of the year.

The mysterious trench coat man doesn’t show signs of giving up on pursuing me. He’s mumbling, more to himself than to me. I make out some phrases, “I’ll stay with you for 2 years, at least…”. Has he mistaken me for someone he recognizes? He’s starting to make me nervous so I tell him that he needs to leave me alone. He refuses. The fact that he’s persistent is building me up with fury. “No” means “no”.

I decide to go into a shopping mall, confident that he will disappear, but this plan fails. So now I’m hoping that by entering the grocery store in the mall, the sight of people will scare him away. Doesn’t work either. Everyone is staring at us while this persistent stranger follows me all throughout the store, while I pick up items to buy, while I wait in line to pay, after I pay, and even after I leave the grocery store. I didn’t think the situation would go this far. “Why isn’t anyone doing anything to help me?” I think. I hope they don’t think I know this person.

I’m outside again, and I spot the building where I work, but I decide it wouldn’t be wise to enter there because it’s Saturday and no one is working. I turn to trench coat man and threaten to call the police. He doesn’t budge and replies “Go ahead, call the police”. What the…? Is he challenging me? His resistance to my very firm expressed wishes is making me angrier and angrier. How DARE he doesn’t give me my Canadian definition of “space” which I call my privacy (about metre radius of space around me)?

Instead of feeling powerless, I feel empowered to do something. Feeling smothered, angry and overwhelmed by his unwanted presence, I actually fear what I might do to this guy. The thought of physically harming this guy runs through my mind. Lucky for the guy, I don’t make a rash decision. I see my friends’ shop a few meters away and, I slightly speed up my walk over there. Trench coat guy asks me, nonplussed, why I’m walking so “briskly”,  that I shouldn’t be afraid of him. Annoyed at his perplexed behaviour, I tell him that it’s HIM who should be afraid…of me.

My friends see me from indoors looking panic-stricken and bounce to their feet at once and I blurt out that this guy has been following me for a very long time. They don’t let me down and come to my rescue. The second my feet touch the floor of the shop, with the mysterious guy right behind me, I run all the way to the back of the store for refuge because I can’t take any of this anymore. I hear my friends running after trench coat man in the background. I never saw him again.

Fortunately (for him) I did not stumble upon trench coat man again during the rest of my stay in Southern Africa, which back was in 2007.

Featured image courtesy of Yousif Malibiran.

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Shamim Sobhani

Success Starts When You Believe (2 min read)

Success Starts When You Believe (2 min read)

¨Pain is temporary and eventually it will subside. Quitting however will last a life time¨

Millionaire's Digest

Written by Millionaire’s Digest Team Member: Lizzie Walton

Founder & Owner of: Elizabeth’s Blog

Millionaire’s Digest Team, Contributor, Successful Living Writer


Hi everyone! The article today is a little different and all about self-respect, something of which I believe to be of paramount importance. I’ve not always had the level of respect for myself that I should have had and some points in my life after hitting serious lows I found it hard to have any confidence and believe in myself. Life is hard and although I have only lived a small fragment of my life and most certainly still have some of the most important moments in my life to come I want to make people aware of the importance of respecting yourself and believing in your own abilities early on.

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7 Tips for Building your Business while working your Day Job (2 min read)

7 Tips for Building your Business while working your Day Job (2 min read)

Insightful tips about building a business while keeping your day job.

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Millionaire's Digest

1. Commit yourself to your dream.

Having the desire for something to work vs. committing to it are vastly different. When you commit to your dream, you are making a binding obligation to see it through to success. It means you are “all in,” you find solutions when faced with obstacles and you don’t quit, no matter what. Make that pledge to yourself, and then tell the people in your life.

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Pizza, anyone?

Pizza, anyone?

This is a non-complex post about pizza and memories.

The picture below is my creation of a pizza, prepared with my own bare hands, only to be devoured in a matter of minutes. What can I say – it was scrumptious.

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“Friday night pizza”

I’ve started a tradition of making pizzas on Friday nights, which is the perfect time to zone out while catching up on my favourite TV shows. A reward for vigorously scrubbing the bathtub and cleaning the house.

Nostalgia. This new tradition’s reminded me of the time my friends and I used have mafia marathons every Friday night when I lived in Israel about eight years ago. This involved getting together and eating pizzas while watching the Godfather movies.

Whoever thought pizza could create a special and permanent memory?

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Shamim Sobhani