My Other Day

Now rudely awakened by a phone call at 9am, he was up with a slight headache induced by a fleeting night not necessarily bereft of lascivious activity before which there was an intended food deprivation borne of the desire to lose 13kilos before summer.

It was past midday and yet no official emails had come in so he reckoned he was getting off easy with the self-imposed working-from-home day. This wasn’t long after he had had to re-brush as he realized that Sensodyne was indeed a waste of precious teeth. Thank God for Euthymol.

Fresh dressed like a million bucks, the son of man was out treating himself to a 3 course lunch with boiled potatoes, skewed turkey and pan-fried veal with carrot sauce and then a long overdue pedicure while everyone else was at work. After days and weeks of overzealous weight training and distressing diets that long-awaited therapy was greatly welcomed. With clean feet and fully loaded with nourishment that reassures love-handles, he felt human again.

Crooning along to Kirk Franklin’s Hold Me Now jamming in his ears, he starts a back & forth run in his head about a suitable post for 3six5dotcom and what picture might best represent it. It would be a long coming blog post.

With eyes wide shut, he’s all by himself at a lonesome corner near the big church sipping on an unemotional Campari cocktail with massive olives that felt like meat and was typing away. Suddenly he’s playing with the idea of buying another ticket and flying away.

He gets back home, rips the beddings off the now dressed bed and wraps himself with it.

Its 7:38pm and the day wasn’t getting any less busy. He woke up stretching his lazy bones, swathed in the warm duvet on the carpeted floor trying not to lose the snug position he had found between the bed and the half open portmanteau lying there.  It was a cold evening and he had his socks on.

It didn’t seem like he was settling for an uneventful conclusion to the off day unofficially taken for reasons best known to him. Now he wants edikaikong with piom-piom, but he can only dream.

I Am Nigeria

I am the star formerly known as the giant of Africa. Those days are long gone now. Used and abused, my glory has departed. I have survived a great deal of developmental regression. Is a renaissance possible after 5 long decades of deprivation & disease? Isn’t it just nonsensical that I am still battling with the bacterium Vibrio Cholerae & now home-made bombs?

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Age is nothing but a number, they say, but time is the factor that has happened to me & has taken a chance on me. Over the years, a good number of my people have left me in search of greener pastures; not all of them will find it greener but most will settle-in well with the ordinary lushness of foreign lands. I blame them not for I may not have given them hope enough to stay. I only pray I don’t lose the dear ones that are still abiding to the devices of hostage takers and explosives.

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I am now of the people by the people & for the people. I am my people. Mine has been quite a difficult life despite my priceless resources. I have been in the messiest relationships, going from one bad to another. My presidents have continually screwed me over, through & through.

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I’ve been there, done that & bought the tee shirt which is now stained with oil & with blood. Like an interminable rollercoaster, I relive the days spent. I have fought a war. I have hosted festivals. I have been stripped, raped & beaten. I have borrowed, & then borrowed again. I have been afflicted & impregnated. I have had children. I have had several abortions too, likewise miscarriages. I still had more children & I want to borrow some more. I have been frustrated & deep down in the depths of despair. I should have died but my people have been praying.

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Dear God consider our fervent supplication, we pray.

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I didn’t do these things to myself; some of you did it to me. Guilty as charged, it’s not up for debate. You know yourselves. My program got structurally adjusted and it became either upper class or economy. My poverty is not only of the mind, it is of the pockets of my people. My poor resilient folk; all they ask for is light. Please let there be light.

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My people let us take the bull by the horns. We shall all come out & we shall vote, & our votes must be counted. Our voices must be heard. We can make it work, whether they like it or not.

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My past & present leaders should be made to bear the repercussion of their actions. You can’t leave me with no petrol & in abject penury and then walk free. There’s no free lunch in Freetown. Once beaten twice shy. I have had enough of the prejudice & the selective judgements. All perpetrators of wickedness must be brought to book. We must live right, & devoid of any more sorrow, tears or blood. I am fed-up of all your cocktail & bullshit tales of bygone years, it is still fresh on our minds. We want equal rights & justice.

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Arise o’compatriots. The time is now. Rise up. Save me, save you, save our country.

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Long live the Federal Republic of Nigeria.

Tomorrow Is Another Day

Today is the tomorrow we spoke about yesterday.

I went through my blog from yesteryears and realised that some things need to be re-posted.

I trust you all are in good health

As one of my besties wrote, 

"All alone on my own, but soon i'll be back"

I Am Thinking

I stopped arguing & started thinking

Then I stopped speaking even if was thinking

The writing stopped & I went deeper in thought

I stopped reading, but was I still thinking?

I was thinking about what I was thinking about

Then I resolved to not decide just yet

Until now I have stopped smiling, I am still thinking

Passing Through

My dear people, I have no reason why i haven't been writing & posting on my blog. I've been up 7 about & have had a roller coaster of activities that have deterred me.

A lot, yet not so much have happened to me in the recent & not so far past, so there's definitely some to hear about.

I love you guys too. All those that had me tagged on one post or the other, soon, very soon, i will live up to the tag.

Keep blogging. Keep tweeting. Keep reading. Keep writing. Keep doing what makes you happy.

Happy Easter people.