This is Where We Come to an End

Everything you thought you knew today, when the day fades, they all fade away.

I remembered calling you on phone at the end of each day, and how your guitar stringed Adel’s voice greeted me, always asking about my day and how I fared. Those questions weren’t just a regular greeting to you, as you always insisted that I gave you a detailed gist of how I spent the day. And each day I narrated how stressful my day was, and how I got tired doing a particular thing, you always told me with such soothing voice that stress and hard work were just ingredients of success, and I shouldn’t get tired trying, as the number of times I tried and failed before succeeding would inspire someone one day.

Back to God

 In those airy moments of restlessness when you stand glued to a spot by the words of the doctor, of how  much they have tried and how they have done their best but can’t get her out of coma, do you realise that with all the money you have you can’t even save her life.

The doctor said that all she needs to be saved is just a miracle, too bad miracles are not sold at Shoprites and Roban Stores.

Be Inspired

A lot of amazing stories spring up from this black sordid place of hope and dreams. Even in those mud of filth and infectious poverty, it takes focus and zeal to spot the gold ahead.

A lot of persons are not aware that TECNO Mobile and Infinix Mobile were pioneered by a Nigerian Entrepreneur. He initiated the idea of both phones, and solely funded the production of TECNO Mobile phones for some years before it received market acceptance in 2008. This young man, once carried files around looking for job as a graduate, he applied to work for several companies just like a common Nigerian graduate, but was constantly denied opportunities just like most graduates are being denied today; he once had a small shop where he repaired computers, but he was never deterred as he kept on dreaming and never lost focus.

Letter to You

We used to be very good friends, you were more than a companion, we fell in love and I thought that we would last till my dying breath, but like nature our love began falling like flowers in May.

I remember holding your hands, while we walked down those lonely streets. You formed an integral part of what I became, your cute black eyes were so brilliant to see the society the way it was, your nose was so pointed, it knows a good story just by its scent.

Applaudise

2 years ago, they were told they never belonged here; people said their names were not in the books, even if it was, they were written with pencil, and could be erased anytime, probably after 2 years.

People always talked about how hard it was to succeed from that realm. Even those they expected to encourage them, told them to their faces that making it was like finding a needle in a hay stack.

Eko

"Mile 2! Oshodi!"

Voices of drained hustlers filtered the air, as each dressed like the streets they represent paced about snatching passengers. There was no dull moment here, this was Ojota, and you better decide early on which bus to enter before two conductors dragged your luggage like a piece of meat served to two hungry beggars.

Before Now

I remember childhood, and then I was one of the best Civil and Mechanical Engineers, without a degree though. My mud house, which I constructed without any foundation but my foot was usually the last to fall, and my car, which I constructed with mostly ply wood and small wheels was second to none when it came to the street Formula One, then I drove faster than Hamilton can on a Mercedes. My airplane was faster than any airline, and was stronger than any fighter jet, with just a nylon polyethylene and broom sticks or even a piece of paper, I constructed the best plane ever, except mine had no division of class, and wasn't a passenger aircraft anyway.

Cheating on Trust

For years I have betrayed our love, our friendship and our relationship. For years I have kept you on the sidelines, while I flirted around with frivolities as they came by. I was ready to bang any and anytime without second thoughts that such acts were eating deep into our friendship.

I cheated on you like a cock, and at a point I pushed you out entirely while I entertained any glow that can satisfy my insatiable curiosity for more. You caught me more than I can remember, yet you never gave up on me. I remember walking out on you on several occasions when you professed your undying love for me. I cared less about your feelings; your emotions were like a waste in my trash can. Yet you never gave up.

MARA

The worth of Gold

The knowledge of Old

The Strength of Bold

The humility of Dove

Embedded in a beautiful Black

Crowned with an intelligent Hat

Richer than a Swiss Bank

Humble as a Mail Bag

A Mara was brought to Earth

A breed of the new First

Flavor of a sweet Taste

Answer to a tough Test

Americana

A lot of people have never been, have never aspired to be, and might never be to America, but they feel that they have read or known enough to be called Americans.

            There approach to every Nigerian situation is always “if it was in America”. They are so myopic in labeling themselves good and Americans better. They avoid made in Nigeria goods, referring them as inferior, and go for the made in wherever goods that looks so superior.

What a Fuck?

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That's my problem with English. Why put Fuck in the dictionary and tell me not to use it? Labeling it as offensive as Shit. This really irritates me.

An overgrown baby girl* sitting close to me acts like her momma still sucks and begins talking trash and misbehaving, I am about to yell the word Bitch* and I remember, that's an offensive word "not to be used". What A heck? Who cares who gives a

Mask

I drive into fantasy to ease away from the painful truth of my reality. When the pain of what is real becomes unbearable, I jump into my imaginations, driving freely on the subway of delusions of how perfect I wished my life to be.

Most times I undertake this journey with a piece of good music, or a lonely walk down a lonely path. Trying to fix the reality of my life with

Defence Wall

Mourinho, once said,

"The most difficult team to play is a team that is one man down, because they would employ every defensive tactics in the world to hold you down"

"The most difficult time to play, is

Prudie

Today, is that Date

You remember your debut on Earth

How Mum's arms held you Close

In her soft arms you were Enclosed

Creative Nurse

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...

I counted, as her stiletto made a clanking noise on the marble floor while she dangled her anaconda ass like they were going to fall off, approaching the bed where I lay under her spell of

2 Years On

They started out as friends, became best friends and gradually fell into the open arms of love, which have been readily waiting for them from the first day their eyes met.

He wasn't much of a talkative, neither was he a loner, at least he knows what to say and when to say them. She was beautifully gorgeous and intelligently smart, fair like an

WE ARE DONE!

"Yea we are done, it is over"

I shouted to the breadth of my vocal cords, stretching them to release more decibels to the breadth of the air.

"Let's take a pic" she said as she wiggled her bounty Ass up to where I stood looking at the empty hall that had

Creative Asset

Reload! Aim! Shoot!

"Target acquired, approaching rendezvous. Awaiting further instructions from Alpha. Copy!"

That's what you get when you send a lone Ranger into the field on a covert mission. He makes it easier, because he is endowed with all the creative assets that you don't need to send reinforcements. He delivers according to the plan of

Somewhere There

"Save your strength for the Final Lap"

The words of my Coach re-echoed each time I squat for the 400 meters race. I have never lost, because I have always heeded the advice of my 60 year old Coach, whose tactics have earned me laurels for each letter of my name.

There in the crowd, I knew people were counting on me to