THINK BEYOND THE BOX

Even a palace can be a prison.

Do you have any idea what it means to be in a box? You know that feeling when you are caged in an apparently-looking comfort zone? You have everything you need, you are everything you dream, you do whatever you wish, yet you are so imprisoned you can’t decide if what you are feeling is the real deal. Or even when things go awry, you thank God, at least for the life. I tell you, even a palace can be a prison.

From time immemorial, primordial thoughts have dominated humans and controlled our decisions and actions. You and I are so much smeared in the process that we consciously forget the rules. We live the rules. We breathe it and exhale it in daily bases. You and I make every of our decisions instantaneously. We don’t have to think far before we feel fair in the process of our daily lives. It is no surprise we have become living legends of ourselves. As we say, we are part of the system.

The Unity Prayer

The National Anthem of a country symbolizes the struggle of the nation. Its lyrics are formed out of the words of its patriots who tuned in to the desires and dreams of the land. Little wonder the National Anthem of Nigeria was adopted in 1978 to replace the previous anthem, “Nigeria, We Hail Thee” to symbolize more of her as a country and not as a political footstool of Britain.

Divided into two parts, the first stanza I am sorry to say does not hold much ground in the face of recent happenings. Patriotism seems to be a rare feat shown by few like the late medical doctor, Dr. Ameayo Stella Adadevoh, the first Nigerian to come in contact with the dreaded Ebola Virus Disease (EVD). By the way, that woman deserves to be celebrated as a national icon.

THE LITTLE BOY

This is a story of one little boy who is learning government in school. To ensure a participatory class, the teacher tells them to go home and ask from their parent what government is.

Little boy gets home, walk to his dad, “Daddy, what is government?”

Dad thinks for a while. “Look at it this way. I’m the president, your mum is the Congress, the maid is the work force, you are the people and your baby brother is the future”, he explains.

“I don’t understand” puzzled, the little boy says.

“Why don’t you sleep over it and then maybe by morning you will understand. It’s quite simple.”

“Okay dad. Good night sir.” Little boy go to sleep with the expectant hope that he understands by morning. Probably, an angel will explain the riddle to him in his dream. It probably has to be an angel because his dad will not have told him to sleep over it.

THE FUTURE IS NO TIME ZONE (2)

I believe you are aware that Nigeria as a nation recently celebrated her 54^th anniversary. It was wonderful, though not a jamboree like the earlier ones. If anything, at least we are cutting down on the euphoria of age. After all, age is nothing but a number, right? There was no elaborate celebration to celebrate the day unlike the preceding years where giant national cakes were cut with parades in the capital city. It was a normal day only mentioned in whispers and media houses who were only obliged to remember such day and probably businesses who only exploited the day are worth a mention. In the lives and mind of the average Nigerian working like a possessed laborer just enough to be broke, the day meant nothing. I don’t blame him. With age, you expect wisdom. However, we have learnt the hard way that old age is not tantamount with wisdom. Well, with experience yes but experience does not always translate into wisdom. Does it? So let me use this medium to say happy belated Independence Day. I have this staunch believe that the next time I will get to say that to you, we will indeed have cause to holler it and be happily justified. It is a dream I hold tenaciously to. You should too. We have just one country, don’t we? Let’s together make it worthwhile. I believe in friends, in you, in the country. Do you?

The Future Is No Time Zone

Voila! I’m back again. It’s good to be back. How are you? Me? I am fine, thanks for asking. How was your week?

I have been itching to talk with you. I missed you. Don’t mind me. I am quite the emotional type. Now here we are. So what do we talk about today?

So, where should we head today? Let’s do a little bit of politics today. After all, a lot is happening in our country that demand we talk about. From there on, we will move on to something interesting that burns in my heart.

NOT GUILTY - I LOVE BEING ME!

Hey guyz. How do you do? I am fine. Thanks for asking. I am obliged to narrate an ordeal. Mind if I do? Thank you.

You see, 2face alongside MI in there song, ‘Nobody’ said and I quote “If nobody talks about you, then you are nobody - whether na truth or na lie them dey talk”. True enough? By the way, the song was beautiful.

Well, I am me and here I am, before the court waiting to be judged.

Here comes the court clerk, her grace on his heels. ‘All stand!’ the clerk bellows. I almost wilted.

Gotham City - Africa

Gotham City - Africa

An imagistic and prophetic song by legendary American musician, Robert Kelly which popularized such a euphoric place that very much sounds like paradise! It exceedingly inspires me to mull of such a city. Permit me to quote the lyrics as I progress.

I’m looking over the skyline of the city, how loud quiet nights in the mist of crime. How next door to happiness lives sorrow and signals of solution in the sky

Robert Kelly was vaguely providing a microscopic observation of Africa.

It's All About You

Let’s spend some time to converse and reason together. Shall we?

Thank you.

This conversation shall be about you. Yes, you heard me. You! Who else is there to dedicate a conversation to if not you? You are all I’ve got!

So let’s not waste precious time and get to it already.

Often times you wonder why you have to go through one accident or the other. It is only right to feel let down by physical, mental and spiritual forces. After all, we exist only in these three, right? Through these struggles, you realize you are nothing but a pawn on a chess board at the expense of the chess master (s). Some of us are knights, some kings, some queens, and some nobles while some are just ordinary plain expendable men. We call them average these days, mind you. Since they have rejected being called ordinary, we can only pacify their wounded egos. I fall under this category.