Month: February 2010

>Church for Yar’ adua


>Today’s a Sunday, yeah, i didn’t make it to church but i easily could have. I woke up this morning thinking About a lot of things…. most especially the reason why i wasn’t even bothered about not attending morning service. Then I thought again what if I did? I probably would have felt the same. Or maybe I would have reconnected with the basis of my upbringings again… my faith would have been strengthened…. all these possibilities are true. they are glaringly true but I’ll never know until I try. Church for me isn’t the problem its the act of getting there, realizing that The hollowed chambers of worship differentiates you from another person is what disturbs me.

I see numerous people on a daily basis, i talk to several of them and as i do this, i realize how similar we are yet so different. they have their own views about life and in a small way we are all connected through one tiny aspect of each other’s lives.
whether in views, religion, ideals, family or destiny. But one thing stands true; we are all Human.

Then i remember the days when Religion was one of the things that almost tore my family apart. Those days i watched helplessly as one person hauled the other to a church they didn’t want to go to. It really made me wonder what the fuss really was all about.

And this was about the same christian faith, the only differing quality between the two options was barely noticeable.
Then I discover that one of the main subjects of discourse amongst we idle Nigerians is religion. despite our diversity we sometimes are oblivious to the sensitivity of the situation.
I’ve met several people who refuse to make religion a deterring factor in the choices the make with respect to a diverse range of issues and I’ve met people who do the opposite.
It never really sunk in until I got a feel of it; she said one of the reasons we could not be together was because I didn’t attend the same church that she want to…. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.

Several instances have made me realize how unchanging the trend is to a large extent.

maybe I’m just being over dramatic i don’t know. I guess I’ll just say my piece and keep a lid on it from here on.

THE RETURN OF YAR’ A DUA

they’re finally back. who said the dude was dead? we’ll if he really is dead then who did the SSS do all the 007 movement for at 1:47 AM in morning. if the dude is truly dead then it means Nigeria is the first country to have an incapacitated dead president somewhere between a hospital bed and limbo.

but what is so interesting about this whole soap opera is the fact that the dude was brought back only when his people started hearing Impeachment Rumours.
There is a large number of hungry folk out here in Abuja and the only thing that feeds their hunger is power. from this point on 2011 looms large. the word on the street is that the North wants continuity in the zoning formula, meaning; the next president has to be from the North (if only we Nigerians we not this daft)……

the papers are calling one name mainly; Turai! the poor woman’s reported scheming was one of the reasons Nigerians were treated to long periods of Hollywood styled suspense and thrillers…. in my opinion, she should better move over there and try her hands out at directing(though I doubt if she’ll be a hit like Hitchcock).

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>Effortless


>When tears become roses,
When a shudder becomes a smile,
When silence is broken with laughter,
Love has become effortless.

when words are not required,
when a slight touch reveals,
when a simple blink caresses,
Love has becomes effortless.

When fingers are instruments,
When thoughts are mirrored,
When pleasure is presence,
Love has becomes effortless.
,
When could be today,
When could be forever,
Whenever I’m with you….
Love will always be effortless.

>For Ayinke


>She’s on a journey we all will embark on,
Do not weep for her tonight ,
She has not gone without warning,
She has not left us in the cold ,

Who said she didn’t live a life.
The look alike faces say it all,
Three rows of men and women long,
With memories streaming in their minds,

They whisper their goodbyes,
Glad Ayinke was their ‘Mummie’
With great wealth in kindness and love,
she has left a legacy behind,

now we do not say goodbye,
instead we say well done,
and see you later.
The lord needs you more.

>To write or not to write….


>I’ve been asked too write a tribute to my Grandma(yeah, i lost my Grandma a couple of weeks ago). Its really funny when i think about it, She was one of the dearest things to me when i was still pretty you but all of a sudden things just changed.

Alot of things probably caused it no doubt, especially with the fact that i started getting more interested in other things.

Now i can’t help feeling guilty for being so self centered.

There are many things i could use to describe her but there’s only one way that best describes her; the way Chairman loved her. I have to confess it really influenced the way I grew to love my own mother, and even further, the way I grew to appreciate women.

He never took anything for granted with respect to her, and was way too loyal to her.

I respected that love.
I loved her as well even if i have to admit that that i hadn’t seen her in more than 3 years.
Memories too keep flooding back from time to time. Some beautiful, some sad, some plain outrageous.

I have to confess, I’ve got a great family, and a crazy extended family. Grandma was definitely the center of that universe. You would always see the love they had for her.
Out rightly she was old school but in weird ways she was liberal. I remember the first time she asked me how many girlfriends I had…. Your guess is as good as mine; even if she was gonna ask about my relationship with the other sex, i never thought it would come at me like that.
Days when I took a trip with her to her farm… me wey think se i be correct aje butter, I found myself in a town in the middle of nowhere, no electricity, no pipe borne water. entertained with the sounds of crickets and night animals.

She called me ‘Baba oni cocoa’… saying I was the re-incarnation of her father…. every time i saw her, she’d sing his ‘oriki’ saying it was mine.

I barely understood most of the Yoruba she would speak to me, but i definitely never tired of her prayers.

Sadly her final years were not exactly her happiest, suffering from Parkinson’s. She lived to be a great grand mother no doubt and many grand children were born in her time.

Her final rights will definitely be a celebration of her life… tears will be shed… but as Ijebus, party must happen.

Miss you Grandma. Rest In Peace.

>Snitching.


>My friends have lost it. they have become full time harlots and sluts….yes you know who I’m talking about…. yes you know its you I’m talking to. Every day another different girl. God! what happened to you guys. I mean you never used to be like this you know.

Remember when you had just on girl and even if you had to get with another, you’d still say you loved your woman. Now all there is is that cold stare. Waiting like a predator. Striking with a calculated precision that causes me to wonder who I’m staring at. Do i really know you anymore? Mystery… yeah, its you I’m talking to. And to make matters worse, you’ve now found the best wing man any pick up artist would ever wish for, Phoenix. I mean you guys are “pimping” is what i would have said back in the day. but now i watch in derision as you guys go from one skirt to the other.

Lord help and save women folk from these two weapons of sexual pleasure. Last four times i ran into these guys i had given up hope of keeping up with the different names i had to memorize, so once i was introduced to any new one, I’d just stick to the official tag name; ‘Abana’.

In an unconscious way i sorta envy these guys. Not really caring about one chick in particular, only hell bent on bedding them all. or maybe that’s my extreme assumption.

or maybe the reason I’m thinking about it right now is cause i so badly hate the way i am right now. Strung up by my feelings and fighting so hard to move on.

I guess the next phase for me now is to be unattached and emotionally unprincipled.

I’ve never been like that, but i think i could do with a run of form like that.

So it seems i might have to get training classes from the best guys in the game, Mystery and Phoenix.

Guys! if you’re reading this, best be ready for me. seems Style is back….I think.