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Communication

 


I remember some years ago a friend asked me to write him a speech for graduation. 

I took it up and did my research on how to execute it and make it precise and easy for people to understand

I spent hours writing it and when I was done with it, I forwarded it to him and what he said was the speech looked like it was written for an SHS graduate.

After he said that, he sent me something he had written and what he did was to just change the grammar. 

I sometimes feel communication is often a barrier to so many people and we make our speeches so complicated that the next person doesn't even understand it 

This speech I wrote for my friend was meant to be read by a minister so because of that he felt the words should be huge like flabbergasted, perplexed etc.

One thing we forget is these speeches are meant to be understood and not to show off 

If you read a speech full of big words and no one gets to understand what you are saying then what have you achieved at the end of the day but if it's simple and straight to the point and everyone gets to understand, then you've done a pretty good job.

That is waaaaaayyy better than big grammar.

Know when to use it. Sometimes simple is better than complex words.




Always remember" Communication is key so understand your audience and know when to use which language"





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