Almost every time I go to this particular eatery, there is this particular girl who always wears a beautiful smile on her face as she attends to customers. Her smile is always so sweet and palpable. Let’s call her Laura.
Laura’s face is quintessentially the best face to see in the morning as you begin your morning activities because she smiles life into you, literally. Her cheerfulness and the positive energy she exudes is contagious. Laura smiles warmth into you. She smiles confidence into you. She smiles strength into you. She smiles happiness into you. Continue reading
To leave our comfort zones appears to be a constant thing we are told when things are not working out for us. Why not step out of your familiar terrain? Why not launch yourself out et al. We hear this all the time, and we just nod our heads and say, oh yes, very well indeed. Without an iota of what this portrays or means. I will not elaborate on this scientifically but would tackle it from a lay man’s perspective.
Getting out of existing routines is a big problem because as humans, we are creatures of habit. We follow existing norms and rules, eat the same food, drink the same coffee because we are used to those things. Well, the world is changing fast and clinging to the good old ways, might not be so favourable anymore. Continue reading
I die every time there is a horrific plane crash.
Air disaster has happened several times in the past. And I have died many times in the past. I die out of shock. Then I inhale life again.
The deep emotional trauma associated with every gruesome crash leaves me questioning the mysterious ways of death. And it takes days to pull me out from the debris of throbbing ache and dismal hope. Life is so transient. Such was my experience at the news broadcast Last Sunday. A plane crash that shattered aspirations in such devastating magnitude. The reports of Sunday’s doomed flight tormented me.
And I broke down in uncontrollable tears. Continue reading
Yesterday, President Obama gave one of the most significant speeches of his life – his farewell speech. Sasha Obama, his youngest daughter, was missing in action. Naturally, the Americans needed and wanted to know the whereabouts of the young lady. Continue reading
Today, I decide on a capitalist lunch alone. My assigned driver takes me to a capitalist restaurant – one of the elitist watering holes of anybody who is anybody in Nigeria’s centre of power.
I invite the driver to come in with me. He is shocked. He is used to waiting in the car. Or being given some change to go and find an appropriate Mama Put for his own lunch while the Ogas eat in the capitalist location. Continue reading
I am not shocked. I am not surprised either. I am just at a complete loss for words on some of the things I come across on Facebook. My eyes see all kinds even though I ignore them. However, the mind sometimes wanders away to think about trending disparaging and offensive write-ups. Continue reading
Every day is a blank page in life
Every day I choose to scribble a line, a word, a sentence
Every day I write down a verse, a page
Sometimes I’m full of ideas
Sometimes I’m so ecstatic to write
Sometimes I feel weary and tired
Sometimes I scribble words of hope and faith
Sometimes I write about pains and life challenges
Sometimes I just wobble with words and rant along in my musings
Sometimes the words I pen down reflect my virtues and values
Sometimes I share quotes from famous people to motivate us all
Sometimes I write long epistles to share my thoughts
Sometimes I make it short and simple
Sometimes I write about people watching, my other passion
Sometimes I write poetry and prose-poems
Sometimes I write to motivate, to inspire, to educate
Sometimes I post just photos I capture about Nature
Sometimes I only read others to learn new things
But one thing is certain
Every day I wake up
Each day I see the sunrise
I never fail to leave a mark
I never fail to scribble
Because every day I wake up
I never fail to eat
I never fail to breathe
Peace and Love!
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It all started yesterday afternoon with my feeling cheated that I paid for my car when I bought it in 2014 and nobody warned me that there are parts of it that I will never get to use because of the culture of Obodo Oyibo.
If you sell me a car, and the culture of your society says that I will never get to use the horn, should you not have deducted the cost of that useless, extraneous part from the overall price of the car? This is car number 6 or 7, since my student jalopy days back in British Columbia. Six cars, twenty years, two countries (Canada and the US) and I can’t remember ever having had to honk, sorry, to horn. Not once. Continue reading
I never knew I would take this decision one day
But events which unfolded in my life drove me insane. (A story for another day)
And I made a promise to the girl looking back at me in the mirror
I told her boldly
I am putting me first.
And I say it without flinching.
Like so many of you, my entire life has been spent caring for other people. That’s how it is with those bestowed with innate compassionate feelings for others. I’ve had a listening ear for families, for friends and even for strangers. I’ve been a great support to ‘everybody’. I was a spend-drift. No. Not what you think. I spend my days caring for others. I spend my time helping out those in acute need. I spend my nights making a list of problems to solve, who to send money to or reflecting on an earlier plea for help which ultimately became the norm. Continue reading