Who You think You are

I am who You want to be
I am who you blame for what You are
I am your Nemesis
I am your Hero
I am your Competition
I am your Loss

You make me all of these as I was being Me
You run from You and never reach Me
Your pace is fast; dishonest; cornning.

I watch your turns, twists & tantrums- hilarious, entertaining.

I see an amazing journey of you and me- where I’m headed as you follow.

I see you in a few years with what you gained running after shadows- shadows of me, you hate to admit.


I am a Shark or I am a Fish?


A go-getter shark or a docile Fish?

Kristina had told the black guy about them being sharks. I am a shark too or so I think. Or do I see myself as what I am supposed to be rather than whom I really am?

But I really am a go-getter. I want something, I go grab it. That is how she describes em Sharks!!

I am one!!

But what happens when you do want it and go get it but just can’t reach it? Villagepeopleinvolved?

Maybe it isn’t enough getting Sharky. Other factors involved. So you have got to know the terrain.

There are usually three steps to it. Knowing what you want, how to get it, and finally getting it.

In a larger world, the sharks win but in communal ones, you get each other’s back, safe in each other’s embrace and share from the ocean water. You don’t bully the docile fish, you don’t get to be a Shark.

You keep your sharky teeth and display your fishy colours but never forgetting your sharky self until an opening that needs filling, an invader that needs biting.

Be a shark fish!

It seems..

It seems like the world is moving fast but some days are slow.

The future is blurry but the heart hopeful

All predertermined hence the masters work the walk as the trodden slows as snail

On a path that sets the pace for a generation yet unborn.

My heart is beating FAsT!!!

I can’t remember the last time I felt this way. My heart is beating so fast it could just fall off. ;-D or find its way out of my mouth. Gross.

Today is friday and I am yet to call my lawyer :-). Yes!! I have me a lawyer..and I promised to call her every friday.

But that is not the issue right now. The issue is that of my beating HeARt. Of course, my heart should beat! I aint dead yet :-\ but at the same time it shouldn’t have to be so ooo alive.

So tomorrow am gonna see why it did not have to beat so hard. I mean, this is not the first time that I am checking a result or something like that..why then does this have to get so heart popping..and why the drama?

It is gonna be good. THat is the normal me talking..the me that has got me this far. It also says things like, everything’s gonna be fine..Allah knows…

Hahahhahah..so what happened. I have changed, for the worse better?

Tomorrow’s gat to be good..and I’ll tell you why, maybe later.

And about my lawyer? Soon too..

Just pray for me. Please 😉

Can I…Just write??

So You fit write your own #lobatan

So You fit write your own #lobatan

At a time I had written something on my wall and three people showed the thought that I was referring to them. One, my buddy, whom I had told, ‘Nahh, it isnt about you.’ and another I hinted, ‘Yh. something like that.’ The third was too proud to ask but reacted to it. No be my problem. I didn’t even bother to make him realise his mistake.

Since then, and due to other reasons, I decided that I wont write anything about anyone on my facebook wall nor on this blog or elsewhere. If I would include people, I’d mention their names, A, S, M e.t.c or make it clear that it has to do with somebody.

There are other things that flow into my mind but due to the conservative nature of the majority of the people I know, I leave them on my phone or jotters or just lingering on my mind.

But can I not just write?? and leave you all to your imaginations. Fiction or not. True or false. She would do that, has done it or is just playing with words??

What if I am hot like atarodo. I could have written a million others like it. I had saved one that reads- ‘when you lied to me’ in the past. Should every1 I have known start to react because they may have lied?

Ok..I won’t have to be telling everyone that I just want to write. That they should look to reasons for their problems elsewhere and stop pointing at my write ups and that they aren’t as important as to have me spend time writing on them. I’d just refer them to this one and they can stop sulking, keeping malice, feeling hurt and heartbroken when they can not stop thinking that my actions are towards them.



I was HoT
I put up a face
They thought it was hurt
I acted it all
So you could be fine

You couldn’t have been it
I knew that 4 sure
But played well along cos it felt cool

couldn’t you have seen that
It was dope! d other meaning of it
I put up a face
I am hot..

Hot like atarodo

Hot like atarodo

cld av put up a fight
if i meant it
i get all i want
but u wern’t it

I am hot..

not for simple minds..

hotter dan u can take..

and yes u know it..hence.d run!

When Will Nigeria Be Great Again

While growing up, no one had to tell me how great Nigeria was. The greatness was there to feel. Everyone knew about it. Talk of the man who thought his father’s farm was the biggest because he never entered someone else’s father’s and my peers and I were a perfect example. We believed in so many things as our patriotism was unshakable. Nigerians were so smart, that they led there classes whenever they go abroad. Our footballers weren’t bad either as they shook the world(Atlanta 96 ). We would even watch our age mates on TV make those amazing moves especially on independence day. I even heard someone say, no other nation does that better than us. Our military men too, looking fierce in those regalia would wave to us whenever we saw them on our way to school and we would be very happy they identified with us.

the attitude is still very much around

We also did have our indulgences. Yh! Bata was the place to buy our shoes and leventis stores wasn’t so far from where we lived, and even though I can’t remember actually buying anything from there, it was a sight to behold. The trans amusement park was also a wonder amusement. With no eateries flooding the streets as we have now, a good recreation, the park provided, a comparatively healthy one at that.

Of course, some not-too- good things were happening too.  Yh! I remember the june 12 rallies we used to see from our verandah and also, the we-no- go- gree demonstrations on TV. Beggars were always on the streets and we did hear of or witness armed robberies too.

But, in the mouth of majority of the people around us, is the slogan, ‘e go better’ and everyone did believe that. water supply was once a week. Unexpectedly, water would gush out from a tap and then the whole neighborhood would be in a frenzy, every one filling all the drums, bowls and buckets they have. On lucky days, we would get to fill our plates too. I remember my mum would tell us whenever there was power outage that soon, we would be able to have our own generator and especially when we move into our own house, life would be better. At that time, water would be more readily available too as we would have our own borehole. And as a little child, I would dream of a life without power outage and when there is one, our power generator to the rescue.

But unfortunately, the dream is still on. Not one of being able to afford a power generator but of the generator being able to keep working 24/7. The longest I have seen it (them) work is 12hrs, not to forget the many days without as there is usually a silencer, a belt or anything else not working , and with the recent fuel hike, much is  better left  to the imagination. Generators are not to augment the government supply but are the main supply with the government ones doing the augmenting, saving us some fuel and of course, some noise. Not forgetting the pollution.

Our few, well tarred streets are now rain water filled  pot holes. Gutters are filled with refuse and major roads are places for the display of wares. Markets are an eyesore. Our once amazing amusement park has nothing amusing in it with all rides rusted and nothing as a replacement . Even the UI zoo, which later became our all in one, is now flooded with the animals gone.  Our beautiful leventis store and others like it are closed down and all you can see taking over are eateries. The best sport Nigerians and of course the rich partake in is eating out- No better way to have a treat, in an affordable way too.

Now looking back, I see a not-too great Nigeria, that in its greatness was a reflection of hope, a better tomorrow. Tomorrow has come, it is now and we are worse than we were yesterday. We probably was on false hope. One that saw us finding the easiest  ways out . We have a today that can reshape another tomorrow. The tomorrow can be near depending on what we put into it.

When we start to nip our problems in the bud, when what we set to achieve is  for the common good of all,  when our water isn’t the one we can provide for our own selves, but a lasting solution into bringing the once functioning but rusted taps of old to work and when we make our governments responsible by collectively asking for what we deserve and not the pea nuts they give us. When our ’e go better’ is by action rather than just saying it with our mouth,  Nigeria can be great again. Great in the true sense of it.

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