Saturday, 25 February 2017

Africa - Are We Cursed As A Continent And As A People?

If it's not insurgency today, it's xenophobic attacks tomorrow. The day after tomorrow it's famine and rotten economies. And we often wonder why? Nearly all African countries have leaders but really have no leaders. These so-called tyrants get into power through means portrayed to be 'democratic' but underneath, it isn't. They get on the 'throne' and can not walk the talk.

Wednesday, 22 February 2017

Much Ado About Big Brother Nigeria

I've always said this and I would keep on ringing it out - Most Nigerians are stupid. Very stupid and unconstructive sense-wise. What's with the petition against BBN? Is this the first Big Brother? It won't even be the last.  Oya, go beat them.

Monday, 20 February 2017

How I Met Flavour Na'bania The Musician

"Take your time, I'm not in a rush", he said with a calm voice. He wasn't actually smiling but he wasn't frowning either. My hands kept trembling for no good reason, my palms kept sweating and I couldn't finish the simple task I was given. What was this task? This task was to simply write down my number on a piece of paper. 'Shikena'! Just that!! And I almost urinated on myself.

The Seasonal Water Ravines Of Ugwuaji, Enugu State - Life And It's Instability

I live in Enugu. I don't live in the metropolis. I live in a small village close to it. This village is called Ugwuaji. It's more or less a place where students come to get cheaper accommodation at the expense of the 'good life' that the metropolis provides.

Thursday, 16 February 2017

How My School-mum Was Finally Rewarded

Secondary school was a phase in my life that shaped me to an extent. The school itself and whatever they represented was all balderdash to me. I never liked school, I don't think I ever will. I have a certain 'problem' of challenging authority. Got me into trouble then, still gets me into trouble now.

Wednesday, 15 February 2017


I had engagements to meet up with, in Enugu, so I just had to book a morning flight. Otherwise, I'd have slept my way through, gone in the evening and would have saved myself from the whole ordeal.

Monday, 6 February 2017

The Spider And The Ant - Just Survive

Right there, just right there in my room was where it happened. You know, sometimes, I feel my eyes directs me to things to teach me a lesson or two. Sometimes, it's the people I meet or the decisions I make in life.

Sunday, 5 February 2017

'Who Are You?' Wahala - I Am Not Understanding

Hey guys, I need your help in understanding this. I'm serious here.

Friday came. I was home but I didn't wash my clothes because I didn't go out much in the week. I decided to do it the next saturday or whenever the 'ogbanje' spirit that makes me wanna wash comes. The olodo spirit doesn't come when I need it the most. It was a lazy day, lazy as hell.

Saturday, 4 February 2017

Why Are People So Wicked?

When they say the heart of man is desperately wicked, they weren't kidding! Truth is, man is man's own problem. People are wicked. Just utterly wicked and inhumane.

I was still very angry at Gabriel, my friend, who dragged me around Ogbete market in Enugu to look for an Infinix hot 4 phone for his sister. You see, this my friend is a very indecisive person and would drag you to ends of the market just to get something worth N1000 for N900. We all have that friend that annoys us but really what can we do? Do we kill them? No. I had lost my short Nokia USB cord and I was super pissed. Gabe was busy pacifying me all through.

Friday, 3 February 2017

We Give Power To Those Who Hurt Us

One friday in December 2016, my friend came to my room crying profusely like as if someone from his family died. At first, I was taken aback because he was the least person I expected to see cry. He has the whole macho thing going on for him, he's more built and taller than I am. So, ordinarily I just felt it would be hard for someone like that to shed tears.

Have I Been Conquered?

You saw me, you smiled.
Hence, I saw your inner child.
You never needed a welcome,
For before you had come.

A Man Or Woman That Wants To Cheat On You Would Still Do So

My dear sisters in the Lord. Hallelujah sombori!

Lemme tell you the plain truth. If you like cook heaven, hell and purgatory for your man. Cook 10-course meals, squeeze ajino moto inside stew, learn all the techniques of cooking from the hemispheres.


You Don't Know Me

It's funny how people who don't know you claim to be the custodian of your knowledge. And the ones who you have let seem to feel they have a distinction if it comes to you.

The Driver, The Twins And Me

I was coming back home yesterday after a quite stressful day of lil jobs I did. I took the bus and every Enugu resident knows how these buses could be very annoying but my goal was to get home, collapse on my beloved bed and black-out. Then, think about what to eat thereafter.

Thursday, 2 February 2017

Are You A Shooting Bullet Or A Stagnant One?

I remember when I was taught how to use a gun. A pistol to be more precise and it was government issued. I wasn't just taught how to shoot at things. No. I learnt how to disassemble and reassemble it parts. The reasons for each part. How to pull the hammer and why it is pulled. The need for the safety part of it. How to load bullet in the case, switch off the safety, pull the hammer, pull the trigger and bam!

Letter To My Unborn Daughter, Akwaeke.

Dearest Akwaeke,

I'm writing this with hopes that you could come across it someday because the internet doesn't forget. In this digital world that you are born into, every thing bounces from server to server and leaves a digital imprint. It is always stored. There was a great rapper called 2Pac, sometimes we don't know if he is really dead or not. He did a song, basically a lyrical letter to his unborn child. Oh well, I'm writing mine.

The SABURI SHARAFA Effect - From Being Bullied To Champion

I  went out of the house today for the first time after coming to the west. You know, just walk around and see the town. I kept exploring until I met a face that seemed like a huge blast from my past.
It was SABURI SHARAFA! Why is this guy important? He was my classmate in primary school. No, that's not why he was important. SABURI SHARAFA was my BULLY in Primary school.
Jesus! This Nigga whooped the living daylight out of me in primary school. He would beat me on Monday and complete it on Tuesday. It's not like I never wanted to hit back but I had no penchant for violence, a trait I still retain.

Happy New Year

Dear 2017,

I don't usually resolve anything in the year until I assess the year for some days, and, thereafter make decisions I wanna. The previous year was somewhat horrible for me but I am grateful for the things I accomplished. At least, I acquired a Bachelor's degree in Electrical and Electronic Engineering. That should count for something.

New year came with a blast, like literally with a blast. I was awoken from my rather cold slumber by a firework sound that shook the burglary proofing at my window. It was three huge bangs, gboom! gboom!! gboom!!!. And in my mind I'm like, 'osetigo?'. The day was rather bland and while everyone was basking in it's euphoria, I was busy downtrodden by emotional bouts of slight depression. I missed myself, I missed my family, I missed Clement, I missed my innocence, I missed and missed. I quietly lay down and drifted into a long boring sleep and came to no resolve.