<h1> PhD thesis writing tips</h1>
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<h3>14 tips for custom PhD thesis writing<h3>

Before students start writing the PhD thesis, they have to complete theses for both Bachelor and Master’s degree. It means that students get their initial experience of thesis writing earlier, but a <a href='https://www.techenlite.com/2018/04/phd-thesis-writing-tips.html?showComment=1522835661700#c6218373287426568413'>PhD thesis</a> is more complicated and sizable than two previous papers. However, to achieve the best thesis writing it is important to prepare for the process in advance. One of the preparation stages is the analysis of the previous writers’ experience and prevention of the mistakes made by others. For this purpose, there is no need to look for people, who have already written their theses. Look through the following tips to get a custom final paper and decrease challenges.

1. Learn the instructions of your educational institution to the thesis
The first thing you should learn about the thesis is the requirements to its content, structure, and formatting. Every university and college has its own guide for future PhDs, so it is better to read them carefully. For example, when you learn a number of pages required, you can think about the structure and the approximate number of each chapter and other parts.

2. Not only the thesis content matters, look into perspective
When you write a thesis, you must understand that in fact, not many people will read from the beginning to the end. Much more young scientists and researchers will focus on the articles, small publications, books you will create, so they need much attention from you as well.

3. Introduction must be written the last
Turn to writing the introduction only when almost the whole paper is ready. By doing so you will be able to formulate a suitable thesis statement, list real goals and describe methods used correctly.

4. Take advantage of the tools and applications
Why not take advantage of everything that is offered today by technology? The Internet can be not only the destination to look for sources but also provide help in multiple ways. You can use time management tools to schedule the writing process, check the paper for mistakes and plagiarism, ensure the correctness of the formatting style etc.
Don’t forget that you can write anywhere thanks to the mobile devices and access to the Internet, so never neglect such an opportunity.

5. Attract attention to the unanswered questions
Many students are afraid of mentioning questions that have not been researched well yet. But in fact, you can always tell in the conclusion that these are areas for further investigation.

6. Buy or borrow a printer
It may seem a trifle, but be ready to print much on a regular basis. All your drafts will undergo multiple checks so you will reprint them several times.

7. Check the paper regularly
There are days when you do not have a mood to write, so force yourself to at least check the paper drafts.

8. Ask for a feedback on the whole thesis
It happens that educators check a thesis part by part, but you never know how it will be evaluated as a whole. Turn to the professor for a feedback on the whole paper.

9. Always ask when the writing process comes to an end
Some supervisors like saying that the finish of the writing process is very soon. Always try to learn the data and figures how much time left. Soon is defined by people differently, from one month to half a year, for example.

10. Stick to a single style
A good writer has his own style. Try to develop your own and follow it by the end of your thesis. If you ask anyone to write a chapter for you or order it in the writing service, it will undoubtedly stand out from the whole paper.

11. Too much it not always good
Brevity is very important in scientific papers. Expanding on different topics that are not related to the main one will not bring about good results. Try to edit the final draft in the way for its number of pages to be close to the one in the requirements.

12. Find support, better if it is professional one
Family and friends are great supporters but they may know nothing about your field of study. Find a colleague or expert in the field who can be helpful and give a good piece of advice on academic writing.

13. <a href='https://www.techenlite.com/2018/04/phd-thesis-writing-tips.html?showComment=1522835661700#c6218373287426568413'>PhD thesis</a> is a research, not a masterpiece
Do not treat your thesis like a diamond polished by the best artists. In most cases, it has little in common with something precious. A thesis is one of the academic papers only, so do not think that you have made an incredible discovery in it.

14. Take care of your health
Writing process is very exhausting and time-consuming, but you should not forget about your health. Good nutrition and exercising should be present in your everyday life to survive during this painstaking period.

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By Serah Iyare

Tomisin and Tofunmi sat at the dining with their daughter. They were having breakfast at twelve noon. They woke up late that morning and realized that they were alone in the house. It had been a long time since they had slept that well.
“Do you know if the doctor is still around?” Tofunmi glanced at her daughter.
She met her mother’s gaze and shook her head.
“I think he has gone to work,” Tomisin munched at the toast in his hand.
Misi sipped at her chocolate drink. She could still remember when he caught her singing and dancing in the kitchen. She hoped he had
forgotten. The door bell rang. They looked towards the front door and wondered who it was. She placed her mug on the table and pushed back the chair. She got to her feet and strode to the front door. She unlocked and opened it slightly. A tall young girl stood at the doorway. She looked a bit familiar, but, couldn’t place where she had seen her.
“What are you still doing here?” the girl asked her.
Misi was taken aback by her attitude. Recognition hit her. She had seen the girl talking to the doctor the day he took them home. She
probably lived in the building too.
“Can I help you?”
“No!” the girl eyed her.
Misi looked up at her and shook her head. She could discern that the teenager was a trouble maker, “Doctor Bassey is not home. Come back when he returns.”
“I know that he isn’t home,” she snarled.
Misi folded her arms, “So, what are you doing here?”
“You and your family should go back to wherever you came from. You are not wanted here.”
She was beginning to feel provoked, “Shouldn’t you be in school or something?”
Chinyere hissed and pointed a finger at her, “I know your type. Your charms won’t work on him. He is mine.”
“Oh… I see…” Misi started to laugh. Now she understood the girl. She probably felt threatened by her presence. She definitely had a crush on
the doctor.
“What is so funny?”
“You… little girl.”
Chinyere’s nose flared.
“You are too young for the dating game. You better face your books. In five or six years, you might be ready. Right now, you will only get
hurt.”
She backed away, “I don’t need advice from people like you,” she turned away and ran down the stairs.
Misi stepped back into the flat and closed the door.
xxxxxx
Misi lay on the three-settee and dozed off while watching movies on African Magic Urban channel on the television. She opened her eyes and heard the door bell ringing. She blinked and stretched out. A loud yawn escaped her. She sat up and felt worn-out all of a sudden. She yawned again and pushed her weight up. She dragged her lazy self towards the front door and hoped it wasn’t the nosy infatuated teenager again. She peeped through the hole at the center of the wooden door and saw the doctor and someone else standing beside him. She turned the key and pulled the doorknob.
“Welcome doctor, good afternoon ma,” she smiled at the creamy brown skinned lady beside him. If she wasn’t mistaken, she was
unquestionably her age mate.
“Hi, Misi, right?” the lady smiled at her.
“Yes.”
“I am Enobong Etim.”
She threw a glance at him, then back at her. Were they related? Come to think of it, there was a slight resemblance between them.
“Please help us with these bags,” Bassey motioned at the Ghana-must-go bags by the door way.
“Okay,” Misi reached out for one of the bags and pulled. It was very heavy. What was in it?
Bassey and Eno pulled the two other bags into the flat.
“Where are your parents?” he asked.
“In the guest room, sleeping,” she responded.
“Okay…” he regarded her, “The clothes, shoes, jewelry, everything in these bags are for you and your parents.”
Misi looked at the big bags, and then stared at him in bewilderment.
Eno observed her. She was delighted that they were able to help the Phillips family.
“Thank you,” she whispered. Her throat tightened and her eyes smarted with tears.
“My sister and my parents donated everything,” he directed his gaze at his younger sister.
“Thank you,” Misi turned towards her, “Please thank your parents for me.”
Eno let out a chortle, “I will.”
“Great, I am going back to work,” Bassey turned around and walked out of the apartment.
“See you later,” Eno shut the door and turned to met Misi’s uncertain stare, “Let’s get these bags to the guest rooms, then, make something
to eat. I am famished.”
“O-kay.”
“I think these bags have sucked every iota of the food I ate this morning,” Eno rubbed her tummy.
Misi started to laugh.
“I am serious; I think I have also lost weight.”
She laughed harder and reached out for one of the bags.
xxxxxx
Sikemi hurried after her boss the moment he walked into his office.
“Please let Dr. Sylvester know that I am back. He must be exhausted by now,” Bassey instructed her.
“Yes sir, all right sir,” she stood adjacent to the desk.
“You can go,” he took a seat.
Sikemi nodded and turned around. Her high heeled shoes made click sounds on the tiled floor.
Bassey watched her leave the room and leaned against the chair. A relaxed smile lit his face. He felt fulfilled after dropping the bags for Misi and her parents. it was a good thing that his family had helped out. They had also donated furniture and electronics for the two bedrooms flat
he paid for down the street. They would be able to move into the place the next day. He was at peace. Her dancing figure flashed through his mind’s eye. He had not been able to delete the image from his memory. Whether he was asleep or awake, she seemed to linger in his thoughts. It was the first time in two years that he had thought of someone else other than his ex, Lovejoy. His chest tightened with pains.
Although he had gotten over her, her lack of trust and his friend’s betrayal gnawed at him like an old wound. He doubted if he was ready to trust another. Maybe in another year or two, he would be able to give his heart away again. He was already thirty-five and his parents were not pleased with his single status. It wasn’t his fault. He would have been married if not that his ex called off the wedding. He pushed the unpleasant thoughts away and scanned through the files on his table.
xxxxxx
He got out of his car and saw Chinyere and the ladies living opposite his flat standing a few feet away. Were they waiting for him?
What do they want now? He was exhausted and peckish. He trusted his sister to have prepared something. She doesn’t play with her tummy. He locked the car and headed for the one storey building.
“Good evening doctor,” they followed him.
“Evening ladies,” he tried to smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“Doctor, Chinyere told us that you are accommodating those riff raffs who used to live in that uncompleted building down the street,” Halima snorted.
He sighed and moved his head from side to side.
This girl needs to be spanked with a very long, thick, and… and…
“You don’t know what they are capable of, it is very risky,” Simisola chimed in.
He remained mum and climbed the stairs. They scrambled after him, trying to get noticed.
“Some of these people use charms on men and enslave them.”
“You are a nice person. Don’t let them take you for granted.”
He halted at his door and faced them, “Thank you for your concern. Have a good night ladies.”
“Good night doctor,” they sighed heavily and returned to their flat.
Chinyere looked him up and down, folded her arms across her chest and stood in front of him like a stumbling block.
“Chinyere, Chinyere, Chinyere!” he waved a pointed finger at her.
She pursed her lips, “I am only looking out for you.”
“Who made you my guardian angel or my bodyguard?” his tone of voice rose a notch.
She grimaced. She didn’t like the fact that he didn’t appreciate her gesture of care.
He looked up at her, “I am old enough to be your father.”
“You are not my father,” she hissed and stepped backwards.
He heaved a sigh of distress, “Regardless… look young woman; I know you like me…”
She lowered her gaze. She had fallen for him since he moved into the compound but, he had always related with her like a child. She had
hoped that he would see her like a grown woman and learn to love her the way she loved him.
“Look… you are a good girl… but, I cannot go out with you,” he searched her pale face.
She bit at her lower lip. His words wounded her pining heart.
“I am not a pedophile,” he hoped he would be able to get through to her that night.
She looked into his honey coloured eyes, “I know that. It doesn’t matter what people might think… it is ‘you’ and ‘me’ that matters,” her eyes pleaded for understanding.
He raised his head and looked upwards. Why do teenagers have such thick skulls? Nothing ever got through to them.
Lord Jesus help me out here. She is not listening to me.
“Listen to me,” he gave her a long steady look, “I don’t love you, I cannot love you and I will never ever love you the way you want me to.”
Colour drained from her face. Wet dark eyes probed honey coloured firm ones. She gulped spittle, turned around and fled.
“Chinyere!” he took some steps forward, and then exhaled loudly. He ran his fingers through his brown cropped curly hair and stifled a yawn.
He backed up and pressed the door bell.

...To be continued
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A Story by Lydia Jonathan

If there's one thing I've grasped from my marriage is that my husband's anger is difficult to comprehend. I sat and watched his facials turn from anger to that of pure rage

“Is it bland? He repeated again but angrier. I married you into this and you do nothing all day but lazy around. I go out all day, working my áss off to provide for this household and your family and the least you could do is cook good food but even that you can't do? He pushed the pushed the meal away

I sat, filled with stifled anger but it dissolved to sadness by the time he finished. He has never dissed my cooking before. If anything, it was the only thing I was sure of in this house.

He continued yelling, but I blocked it all out, consumed with my own thoughts. The rumbling of thunder doing a fine job at blocking out his screams

“I'm sorry, I mumbled after he was done yelling. I'll go make another one. I got up to pack the meal but he beat me to it.

“Sorry for yourself, he dragged his chair causing it to make a screeching sound and he exited the living room. He came out seconds later with a change of clothes and car keys in his hand and he was headed towards the door.

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