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.