The Wrong Scene

There I sat in the club wandering what in heaven’s name compelled me to club all night, when the only all nighters, I had ever had involved a lot of prayer and praise.
Was it because I was in Lagos, too far from the watchful eyes of my parents, thus giving me leeway to do as I very well pleased, knowing that my brothers wouldn't tell tales, also considering that my sister the one capable of doing so had gone to spend the hols with my parents.
Or was it because I had heard too many tales of the sheer excitement, thrills and fun that people had gotten from a night on the street and I was beginning to feel left out.
But again it could have been that I had been in Lagos for over a year and was frustrated that I had never dedicated a whole night to clubbing, when there were so many clubs around me, yet hadn't done anything about it.
Well whatever it was, out with my friends I went to another friend's birthday P, which was happening all night in a club. After a couple of hours of it all, I just seemed to tire of the whole scene. From the hunger pangs that plagued me, to the pain in my chest, to the dehydration I felt, I was certain that I was at the wrong scene.
I won't end this story by telling you that I walked out of the club that minute headed nothing but straight to my warm bed, which I was supposed to be on in the first place. Rather, I would confess that I chose to wait it all out till day break, and hey I can also truly tell you that I still went ahead to keep on having the so called fun that's associated with clubbing.
Hold it one minute before I end it all, there were probably a few things I chose to omit, one of which involved me being spurned on the dance floor by a lady (not so sure what word to refer to her as, cos I feel that calling someone of the opposite sex, a girl or babe is a tad disrespectful, though lady doesn't cut it either, cos it gives the impression that the person is old) which I had had my eyes on upon entering the club. Anyway as you can imagine I was pained by this, because I had before felt that I was too much the handsome guy without a blemish (you would most likely want to choke me, when you see me for daring to even call myself handsome) for it to happen to me.  And anyway a brother has his ego, wouldn't want to leave you thinking that I chose to leave the club scene, cos of that incident.

What remains undone?

Confused I sat not knowing which way to go
Though I knew my left from my right, and what was good and what wasn't
Then my confusion wasn't caused from not knowing which path to take, thought now it's a bit like that was what it was
Rather it was caused then by my uncertainty on whether to be patient or not.
 Standing on a cross road that didn't lead to either the  good or the evil, but solely to the good on all ends
The problem was what road was most appropriate, and would lead to a greater good
How much longer can I wait for one opportunity to ripe only for the other to get sour
I fear that I may loose both if timely action isn't taken
 I have surrendered everything into Your hands at least I feel that's what I have done
But yet something still feels undone
I am lost in this well of confusion
And don't know how to get out
I feel the water rising by every wave and my cries for help go seemingly unheard
But my faith doesn't dwindle, cos even before it all started I had nothing, yet I trusted in You.
So what choice do I have than to trust in You now, more than ever before.
Knowing that what ever happens, You would remain You,
Ever faithful, ever merciful, ever gracious and ever loving
I surrender myself into your hands, though I still get a conviction that something remains undone by me.

Lord of the Rings

The suposedly long awaited leader

 Before the elections he was painted as the best candidate, even looking back now I still think he was, though he seems to have changed or was it that we didn't know who he truly was before?
The face we thought we knew is now hidden in darkness. The one we trusted to be our Moses, that would lead us out of the poverty and ridicule we faced internationally, seems to have turned into a thorn at our side.
The prophecies seemed right,  and even the times and seasons seemed to welcome him in. When issues began to crop up we looked to him to take decisive action, only for indecision to meet us.
The one that told us that he was neither a lion or a Nebuchadnezzar has shown is that he is no lamb either. The year has just began and we can only hope that it would get better.Though the words of his mouths seemed confusing we would still hope for a better year ahead, cos even we passed through the darkness of the night to enter a new year, thus, this can only mean that things are gonna are get better.

The highest level of distraction.

You know those times in churches during the prayer sessions when they tell you to rise and pray for yourself, cos you are the only one that knows where the pain is or where your back is scratching you. Well, I guess I could relate it to the Nigerian situation. As much as we blame the government for the economic or security issues facing us, we tend to waste our time this cos our aches and pains aren't theirs.
   Even the so called mediators that are expected to keep the president in check can't help us cos we also have issues with them. Issues ranging from the amount of money spent on each of them per year to the fact that their positions are more like part time jobs, that they only go to when it pleases them.
Many a time have we complained about the decisions that they make but no matter the number of times we complain, nothing get done, thus still leaving us in the same state of dissatisfaction.
   In 2011, when the house of senate passed the gay rights bill,  I was and still am totally with them on it because between me and you I don't understand what gays enjoy and I seriously doubt if I could tolerate gays either. I also don't find fault in the them wanting to give a prison sentence of 20 years to whoever is found guilty. Where I do find fault  is them not giving the same sentence to politicians found guilty of electoral malpractice or misappropriation of funds.
Well who am I to expect that they would prepare and hand over the noose that the hangman would likely use on them, rather they decided to bring Nigeria under unnecessary international attention. It appeared that while they were passing the bill they did not take into cognizance the international human rights charter that Nigeria is a part. And of which gay rights is also a part of.
   Am quite certain that if they had passed that prison term to politicians, the Nigerian people who voted them into office would have held them in high esteem, looking upon their tenure as the set of people that dared to do what others couldn't.
 I decided to relate this issue with what I had seen in a movie a long time back. The basic lesson I want to derive from the movie is that the dictator in the movie in order to divert the attention of his subjects on the level of poverty that existed in the society which originated from his ineffectiveness and corruption, thus he chose to sponsor a sporting game of death that the people loved, thereby giving the dictator leeway to carry on as he pleased. In order to ensure that they were in a continued state of frenzy, he went all the way to capture slaves that had tremendous fighting potential, going ahead to promise the slaves freedom if they could survive several bouts of the death matches. To me this movie could be equated to that of the senators, who approve bills that would serve as a diversion from them having to approve bills that need to be passed into law.
   My initial thought was to relate this with the sponsorship of football in Nigeria and how at a point it was used to divert attention from the ridiculous levels of looting that's going on, because of how Football serves as a major unifying factor in Nigeria. But owing to the lackluster performance of the super eagles in present times that strategy can't work anymore. Presently, they really don't care whether you are distracted or not, they just keep on looting even while our eyes are wide open, it doesn't really matter anymore, because even if you do to come close to exposing them, then hey thumbs up to you bro, cos you might either get a shit load of money or an appointment that would shut you up or you would find yourself six inches in dirt.

Responce to the Obvious

Heres a typical conversation I have with people I consider as 'ponters of the obvious' of which I am boastfully a part of;

Stranger: Hi
ME: Hello
Stranger: Damn you are so tall, do you play basketball?
ME: (me being me would simply laugh and point to a couple of people that are taller than me, my brother for instance) but If I had the guts I have now writing this from the comfort of my couch, I would most likely go like this;
Of course I know I am tall I don't need you tell me I am, when I can obviously see the middle of your head (most times I actually can). Or do you take me for a scare crow, that has nothing but straw in its head, even if you did want to take me for one, our similarities would include me being able to stand in a field and prevent the birds from poaching just as the scare crow, the differentiating factor being that I can actually run after the brave crows that still dare to land.
As to whether I play basketball, whoever made the complex theory that Tallness = Basketball, most likely had same flare for the obvious like you.

The Ramblings of a Lovestruck Puppy

Many times i blabbed
More times than not i stumbled
Many more times have i stuttered
All in an attempt for you to hear my ever droning voice
i know i have tried but the words don't seem to come forth
Even after all these i am quite certain you can't recall the face nor the words i split my guts to get out.
You always were too distracted by the guys that surrounded you, thus who’s this poor fella to dare demand your attention, when many more out there have better words, lyrics and rhymes than i.
i know you want to live life to the fullest and want to be able to tell your grand kids about all the pranks you played and all the guys you dumped, but i can't wait no longer, for like every action movie the babe comes looking for the good guy after she’s had much fun with the big bad boys.
But that isn't me.
I don't want merely to be the big bad boy rather I want to be the big bad wolf that stands out in the pack.
The big bad wolf doesn't need all the beauties; he needs someone that can stand by his side, leaving the flirting to his minions. This big bad wolf doesn't promise not to cheat, rather he promises to come prostrating at your feet when he finds out that you have learnt what happens in the shadows.
This big bad wolf promises to be the shoulder you can cry on, after you are drained from accusing him for wrenching and fiddling with your heart.
I know these are not the promises you hoped to hear but, this big bad wolf would prefer you expect the worst, and know that the best is what you would surely get.
Because your beauty out shines the brilliance of the sun and gives a new definition to elegance
I know the last line has the kind of words you wish to hear, at every moment, and underlying every statement and action but you would hardly ever get it on demand.

The Joys of motherhood

The joys of motherhood is a portrayal of the pains and sufferings that many mothers go through to find children, precious gems the children supposedly are, ties to a bright future of greatness, that would unburden all the pains passed through.

But the joys of motherhood is no longer tied with dwelling in the high savannah hopes of just having kids and trusting that the rain, wind and sun would pour, blow and shine in the right direction without much input. The western philosophy seems to have perverted their minds and they are no longer content with wasting years of life sitting and nurturing a volatile coin that could flip on any side. Rather they have taken not to the streets but are going down paths that would ensure they leave a legacy to change the world. This paths for them would more than likely help to achieve their claim to greatness rather nurturing and toiling away at mere tasks that are though time consuming and engaging but yet able for them to circumvent it, with their incredible wit and skill

The joys of motherhood through the adoption of the western philosophy has experienced a paradigmatic shift from the school of thought of mere nurturing to standing up for itself, and pushing boundaries that make her strength and resilience stand out.