of some days dreaded and other random stories

This morning, I got one of the calls I had been dreading since I moved here. The call that tells me my grand-aunt isn't here on this earth with us any longer.

I can't actually say I am numb, but I can't say I don't feel anything. Hence, currently I am just existing.

We spoke last on Christmas day, I procrastinated, we didn't speak since then. Bus 607 was a real deal.

I have floaters in right eye, I wish they will go away.

I don't know if being a texture artist is currently my right fit, but still I am pushing.

I was rooting for Sugar Ray to win MVP of the celebrity game, if I placed a bet I would have lost money.

I still don't get why D.Wade is retiring.

I watched the superbowl game, I think I find the no-skills flaunting sport a tad dry. All these offense-defense talk I also find to be ear-sores. I probably just need to understand the game better, I am biased.

When I was 11 or 12, I had a tshirt with the Tasmanian devil sporting a sign 'i need a miracl…

to 2019 with love

To Sir with love, will always be one of my much loved movies... It is a classic.
I was going to talk about DC's Aquaman. Some of the visual effects, how they made the pirate guy's ship look big and then small later - Look Dev guys may be to blame; how the story was a bit watered down, but no i will keep my thoughts on this one

2018 has come and walked out the door, no more to be seen only to be talked about. It was a fast-slow-fast kinda year. I learnt a lot, met some people, travelled, saw new places, bought a car - big deal cause it added to my adulting.

I learned American Airlines isn't a nice Airline and I doubt I'd even take a payment to travel with them. I drove my first long trip to Miami this year, it was so interesting I didn't overtake a single car. Thinking about this first time makes me laugh tho.

Some good people are now watching down on us seated with Christ.

Some days were tough, for some days I didn't want night to fall, some days were teary and…

not rhyming with words

a story to tell
I have to share well
this day 34 years ago...
because i can't think of new words
I'd say it plain, it's my birthday again
and Lord knows I am a thankful soul
Thankful for laughter, love, happiness, joy, sad moments and all moments
for family, family, friends and family
I have learnt so many things in the past year
I have grown up and officially become an adult
I have had to met people who talk different from me
and somehow, I have developed a new habit of simply not speaking
I have met people who have taught me to live in ways unknown to them
I have travelled, traveling has been a blessing for which I am grateful
*deeply inhales, then lets out the air*
This new year I am making changes
This year I am taking up different styles
 but first, Happy Birthday to me

forgetting you isn't an option

i have been so quiet because this time,
words failed me
words failed me because this time,
I struggled
I struggled because this time
there isn't any time again.
This time, you have physically left this world
and we stopped talking - just the very very few messages

First i refused to believe what twitter was saying
so i broke my instagram hiatus
and there, I couldn't run from the truth
there it was the stab in my heart,
the news of your passing
and just like that, you're not here physically any longer

So i went to my archives to look thru our emails
this was how we met, exchanging emails
an almost unusual meeting

I watched some of your videos now
just to laugh out loud
because crying, tears won't bring you back
and here lies the pain
we were WAPi kids, smiling, laughing, happy

The world, I felt it didn't stop
I felt it should have stopped, for you
I didn't understand why people typed 'as usual'
why people continued, like just another day
I didn't get…

to serve with heart and might

Passion is what enables a man serve,
it enables a man serve with heart and with might.
In my short time here on earth I can say Nigerians are a passionate bunch
They're are passionate about so many things - may that's why this line is in the anthem
When they support foreign football clubs, they go over board
when they party, they party hard - ain't no party like a Lagos party
they're passionate even in their creativity and in how the country ought to be run

only if this passion will work so well in the choices of leaders allowed to make the right decisions for the country to be a hub of improvement.
Creativity is so grand in the nation...

I knew a man, a passionate man, Nigerian too, worked so hard till he was able to employ a good number of people in his town. He was my grandfather, happy birthday to my own superhero, my beard gang leader, my own great man...

Ps: I'm currently reading Jodi Picoult'ssmall great things. My eyes are almost popping out. What book …

Shall never be in vain or are they in vain

Should the Labour of our heroes past be in vain?

Colonial Masters, they called them and masters they were. They came in without visas and took over the economy, trading and commerce. They introduced some good things and not so good things bringing with them habits foreign and different.

The people. The people worked and toiled and performed under these master and then the rose up. they fought for what belonged to them and won it back. Heroes they became, together they fought. Tiv woman with Yoruba man. Kalabari girl with Kanuri boy. Nigerian women with Ghanian men...
We call it Independence from the colonial times.

Today I ask, have things improved? Can a child born to parents who earn the minimum wage each month boast of education deemed quality for a better tomorrow?
No instead we have teams and teams of politicians, politricians my sister calls them who desperately serve the money god with money meant to be used for the brighter future. We have people so mentally poor, it is heart …

hate is a strong emotion too

I read a tweet recently that got me pondering... I really mean thinking deeper than I love to.
I started asking myself questions. I am still wondering if I have not read it well and should ask someone else to interpret the tweet, I may be wrong.

Does a person simply hate another person because of what other person looks like, hair colour, nose shape...?

What is the cost of living in peace with someone versus the cost of living in the opposite of peace with a person?

Why have we grown to hate other people for being born as they are?

Do you also think many of the problems we have on earth is as a result of simply just hating other people?

Is hate an emotion as strong as love?

What makes us decide to hate a thing or a person?

Is it even ok to just 'hate'?

(this is how i see it ---> everything starts as a seed, a tiny seed, a tiny seed of jealousy, bitterness or superiority and then becomes a tree of hate with many fruits and even more seeds)

Do we hate because we can love?

is …