Its kinda weird to assume that in the middle of the year,i'll assume its new year..i don't think that any country in the world is celebrating its new year this month, therefore i think that I'm alone on this one.
its happy new yr cos i'm back to blogging ways after reading some of my friends blog,i think i'll be a little more consistent and serious this time,i'll also share more secrets..and i really want to improve on the design otherwise i'll join word press(Google i mean it) anyways a lot has happened since i left and while typing now i realize i kinda miss this page..sha lets see how far i'll go with this one and please guys comment so Google would know i'm back.
while i sign out has any1 seen Mrs. Jonathan lately..plz go to onobello.com and check the wonders tybello has done to her belle sorry stomach..na wa oh...lol
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
PALM SUNDAY
The morning seeped in slowly through the curtains of the sky, it was one of those mornings that made liars out of clocks, you could check them for all you cared but the sky made them so.
On the road was a mangled rat, certainly crushed by a car and more cars had run over it, it was not obviously freshly thrown out to the road.
At the end of this road was a music store but it was silent this morning despite the electricity that was restored during the previous night. Light came on at about 3am as i was awaken out of slumber.
The ceremonial cheers was absent that usually heralded and hurrahed their arrival-up NEPA!, up NEPA...
i heard footsteps in the compound certainly that must be Mama Nonso's, i muttered to myself as she pranced about, she was going to put her plastic water bucket at the tap and it was sure that if she got to the tap earlier than you, you should forget about getting water. She would arrange her pails from the tallest to the smallest. The first one would spill into the next and then the next like a well arranged domino.
she would sometimes sit by her window to see if anyone would try to defy her, but no one did, nor tried after she beat the landlord's daughter silly only once, we all had the warning signal we needed-she was not all bark no bite like Yoruba people as she often said.
It was not her height or her manly features that frightened people but her determination and the way she fought, very few men could dare her, her presence alone made her stand out and could cause a real argument to end, there was no one she could not insult very well or pick a fight with, she was feared by all and afraid of none.
But then it had not rained, otherwise i would have joined the rest of the compound to arrange our pails under the edge of roof side of the house and sift the part that belonged to water from the part that was dirt.
But this morning was sleepy! It was a Sunday morning! it was not just that. It was Palm Sunday! The street would soon be littered with skinny fronds of make-belief crosses.
I lazily rose out of my bed and walked into the next compound opposite the street and bent into the well , greeted mama rafiki, then i heard a noise that was atop me, tanko's husky voice had called out over my bent head he slapped my back, twaah! And he hit me again i lifted my head out to reply him " its yr father that you are beating" and we broke into a joint laughter.
Until we heard a bit of a screech accompanied by a fiery voice, we knew that voice as tanko turned towards to me as if to suggest we both picked the voice at the same time with a poise of surprise and a connection that was precisely familiar.
It was Salenko’s i swore, i had still not completely turned when his baritone but steep voice flew the words past my head, "your head no correct oh".... Salenko was surely annoyed.
This was sure a gist i could not be lost on, i was certain to be relied on for the graphic accounts so i in haste hurried the ropes and the pail at the end of it out of the well with less than half of the water.
Salenko was really mad, janja had run across the road towards him, i stood watching the whole matter and unsure what must have made him so angry.
Salenko had a short almost brutish mien, with a hair that had transformed fully into dreadlocks from its natural state, he had very little height, but his feet dazzled everyone at two events parties and street soccer, his name had come from the latter.
He was a beauty to watch, he easily cut past the best of defenders and made the game look too easy, he had the smile that seemed to mock you after he had successfully outwitted his opponents, so he was naturally the one everyone would argue on whose side to play for when we had our matches.
i was always the defender, they called me Nesta after the Italian defender during a flimsy argument which i won.
Salenko was rumoured to have travelled to Russia for trials, he was that good.
He had a speed that made him worthy of the higher leagues but unfortunately he was just not the type that could survive in the Russian winter so he was hurried home and never played beyond street soccer.
Salenko was also in a class of his own when he came to drinking, he drank alcohol like a fish swallows water, he enjoyed drinking both beer and the local gin ogogoro and his staggering fits after he was reasonably high often landed him in gutters much to his own shame, it was often said that more women would have liked him in our area had he not been such a “beer champion”, but he cared less about women, they were to him a lesser mortals and brainless.
It was one of those women that made his rage ten times hotter than hell, he had woken up early to begin his usual Sunday morning jogging he had done a couple of laps up and down the street until a red Audi ran into a muddy water from the early rains of yesterday morning, which lay quietly in a pothole and splashed its contents unto his body, at first Salenko had not reacted until the woman appeared to pause as if to say sorry only speed away, perhaps she mistook him for a teenager, she made the wrong decision. Salenko chased after the car from the end of the untarred street to the other end we were, his first words were caustic enough for the woman to stop.
She stepped out of the car in a rage that could have equalled Salenko's except that her well knotted headgear affected the rate of reaction as with the look on Salenko, the realisation that he may be short but was well built bodily diffused the eagerness of the anger on her face.
She had still not apologized when he almost hit her, at this point janja held him back and the woman began screaming and hurling empty fists at him, i ran towards the scene ignoring tanko and mama rafiki, many more people joined us even though it was initially quiet, suddenly we heard her and we knew that voice -“draw ring for them make he design her face, that woman na idiot, she deserve am, if na me i go slap am she go craze".
Automatically, the crowd started to thin out. Mama Nonso was already at the scene, the tension immediately died down as she moved closer, the woman did not need any advice, she got into her car and sped away as the frond on her car fell away.
On the road was a mangled rat, certainly crushed by a car and more cars had run over it, it was not obviously freshly thrown out to the road.
At the end of this road was a music store but it was silent this morning despite the electricity that was restored during the previous night. Light came on at about 3am as i was awaken out of slumber.
The ceremonial cheers was absent that usually heralded and hurrahed their arrival-up NEPA!, up NEPA...
i heard footsteps in the compound certainly that must be Mama Nonso's, i muttered to myself as she pranced about, she was going to put her plastic water bucket at the tap and it was sure that if she got to the tap earlier than you, you should forget about getting water. She would arrange her pails from the tallest to the smallest. The first one would spill into the next and then the next like a well arranged domino.
she would sometimes sit by her window to see if anyone would try to defy her, but no one did, nor tried after she beat the landlord's daughter silly only once, we all had the warning signal we needed-she was not all bark no bite like Yoruba people as she often said.
It was not her height or her manly features that frightened people but her determination and the way she fought, very few men could dare her, her presence alone made her stand out and could cause a real argument to end, there was no one she could not insult very well or pick a fight with, she was feared by all and afraid of none.
But then it had not rained, otherwise i would have joined the rest of the compound to arrange our pails under the edge of roof side of the house and sift the part that belonged to water from the part that was dirt.
But this morning was sleepy! It was a Sunday morning! it was not just that. It was Palm Sunday! The street would soon be littered with skinny fronds of make-belief crosses.
I lazily rose out of my bed and walked into the next compound opposite the street and bent into the well , greeted mama rafiki, then i heard a noise that was atop me, tanko's husky voice had called out over my bent head he slapped my back, twaah! And he hit me again i lifted my head out to reply him " its yr father that you are beating" and we broke into a joint laughter.
Until we heard a bit of a screech accompanied by a fiery voice, we knew that voice as tanko turned towards to me as if to suggest we both picked the voice at the same time with a poise of surprise and a connection that was precisely familiar.
It was Salenko’s i swore, i had still not completely turned when his baritone but steep voice flew the words past my head, "your head no correct oh".... Salenko was surely annoyed.
This was sure a gist i could not be lost on, i was certain to be relied on for the graphic accounts so i in haste hurried the ropes and the pail at the end of it out of the well with less than half of the water.
Salenko was really mad, janja had run across the road towards him, i stood watching the whole matter and unsure what must have made him so angry.
Salenko had a short almost brutish mien, with a hair that had transformed fully into dreadlocks from its natural state, he had very little height, but his feet dazzled everyone at two events parties and street soccer, his name had come from the latter.
He was a beauty to watch, he easily cut past the best of defenders and made the game look too easy, he had the smile that seemed to mock you after he had successfully outwitted his opponents, so he was naturally the one everyone would argue on whose side to play for when we had our matches.
i was always the defender, they called me Nesta after the Italian defender during a flimsy argument which i won.
Salenko was rumoured to have travelled to Russia for trials, he was that good.
He had a speed that made him worthy of the higher leagues but unfortunately he was just not the type that could survive in the Russian winter so he was hurried home and never played beyond street soccer.
Salenko was also in a class of his own when he came to drinking, he drank alcohol like a fish swallows water, he enjoyed drinking both beer and the local gin ogogoro and his staggering fits after he was reasonably high often landed him in gutters much to his own shame, it was often said that more women would have liked him in our area had he not been such a “beer champion”, but he cared less about women, they were to him a lesser mortals and brainless.
It was one of those women that made his rage ten times hotter than hell, he had woken up early to begin his usual Sunday morning jogging he had done a couple of laps up and down the street until a red Audi ran into a muddy water from the early rains of yesterday morning, which lay quietly in a pothole and splashed its contents unto his body, at first Salenko had not reacted until the woman appeared to pause as if to say sorry only speed away, perhaps she mistook him for a teenager, she made the wrong decision. Salenko chased after the car from the end of the untarred street to the other end we were, his first words were caustic enough for the woman to stop.
She stepped out of the car in a rage that could have equalled Salenko's except that her well knotted headgear affected the rate of reaction as with the look on Salenko, the realisation that he may be short but was well built bodily diffused the eagerness of the anger on her face.
She had still not apologized when he almost hit her, at this point janja held him back and the woman began screaming and hurling empty fists at him, i ran towards the scene ignoring tanko and mama rafiki, many more people joined us even though it was initially quiet, suddenly we heard her and we knew that voice -“draw ring for them make he design her face, that woman na idiot, she deserve am, if na me i go slap am she go craze".
Automatically, the crowd started to thin out. Mama Nonso was already at the scene, the tension immediately died down as she moved closer, the woman did not need any advice, she got into her car and sped away as the frond on her car fell away.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
year ends!
Its been such a year, full of drama, wonder what the year was competing with, the clock,the calendar or its self,perhaps the December target the president set just to prove him wrong.
But then it was a fast year and full of drama especially the banking tsunami being the highlight,it kind of woke us from the drama of the president's presence or absence in a nationless nation,we saw the cap of it being Hillary Clinton's insult to Nigeria.
The year din't have much talking.
But for me it was a worthwhile venture tho', experienced a lot of drama myself,for me it was for law school to end on time and in flying colours,it did.
Otherwise it din't have much beauty or spookiness, but it also created a bit of experiencing, whether the law itself would be something i would practice at all,i still don't think so.
I read a lot this year, lots and lots of books despite the threat of law school exams,law school provided much of the drama,God i loved Abuja, experiencing much of the drama quite absent everywhere else.
The year was fun too,hung out with new people,met smart,crazy,funny guys too.
But its the end that justifies the means,finally got proper internet and got back to blogging ways even to the commercialism of it and got posted to Jos for NYSC,so the end provides a glance into another long year in which i have to put my acts together and decide what i really want to do with my life whether i would go law all the way or business.
Go for business,apply the Pareto principle or do my law for a while...i think it all depends sha, i'm no longer bothered on the debate,i'll just pan out with law solicitation and go for the jugular much later.
Its beginning to look good tho' i'm reading new books in the new year,Success built to Last and Good to Great by Jim Colins.
My desire is to go to the core, the fundamental of it all, what burns on the inside and the core of my love.
Get better at it,thats what brings in the money and i'm unshaken by the idea of it.
But then it was a fast year and full of drama especially the banking tsunami being the highlight,it kind of woke us from the drama of the president's presence or absence in a nationless nation,we saw the cap of it being Hillary Clinton's insult to Nigeria.
The year din't have much talking.
But for me it was a worthwhile venture tho', experienced a lot of drama myself,for me it was for law school to end on time and in flying colours,it did.
Otherwise it din't have much beauty or spookiness, but it also created a bit of experiencing, whether the law itself would be something i would practice at all,i still don't think so.
I read a lot this year, lots and lots of books despite the threat of law school exams,law school provided much of the drama,God i loved Abuja, experiencing much of the drama quite absent everywhere else.
The year was fun too,hung out with new people,met smart,crazy,funny guys too.
But its the end that justifies the means,finally got proper internet and got back to blogging ways even to the commercialism of it and got posted to Jos for NYSC,so the end provides a glance into another long year in which i have to put my acts together and decide what i really want to do with my life whether i would go law all the way or business.
Go for business,apply the Pareto principle or do my law for a while...i think it all depends sha, i'm no longer bothered on the debate,i'll just pan out with law solicitation and go for the jugular much later.
Its beginning to look good tho' i'm reading new books in the new year,Success built to Last and Good to Great by Jim Colins.
My desire is to go to the core, the fundamental of it all, what burns on the inside and the core of my love.
Get better at it,thats what brings in the money and i'm unshaken by the idea of it.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Mr muser
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At the cross-road of pain sometimes its all so about how other people do not really know how you feel as you try to make sense of your own personal pain/loss as it mentally plays out in yr head.
u wonder and u turn to ask how can this be?
Then most people point u to others who are perhaps better than you and are in a terribler state and leave you to draw conclusions between the parallels of life to make a choice as to how much of the pain you want to continue to publicise and they tag u as an ingrate,i wonder if God thinks that way, i always wonder in my own depth of simple and almost unacceptable pain.
i make the comparisons too and i cannot rly make a choice, why would i demand sth and nt get it, why have faith only to experience the opposite of the demands you've made,its nt fair and its so sad and a breaking emotional washdown that separates you,then you offer a lot of platitudes, the common phrases of- we thank God, as if you really meant it,you offer words that do not define of you and you become void and really empty.
It is quite a little powerless and discomfitting, a real twist in the tale,the one you wrote in yr head.
you want to be angry with God and take offence but you cannot even try it especially for the fear of it and the ordinariness of your totality.
but then life has never been fair and life is only just.
Justice is a loose meaningless concept that lacks spine and its nerveless, i just wish i had a way to really fix this,my heart experiences this uncertainty and despair yes that despair,that internal shush that wants you to take it all inside and express nothing,its the ephemrality of it all that protudes through all of this and how hard it is to follow the advice you would give others as at times like this you simply cannot hear yrself,its all so annoying,
The general scheme of life of wants and the cycles as they turn and offer their own advantages and disadvantages.
My eyes are so blurry,as tommoroww makes no clues for its vistors(me and me).
i lack the audacity to hope,this designs me as nothing,but i would like to make it work,fynd sth that does not let the memories overwhelm or the pictures hold inside, this is my cross road where i seek a way to be grateful to God for it and simply lack the confidence or courage to justify it.
At the cross-road of pain sometimes its all so about how other people do not really know how you feel as you try to make sense of your own personal pain/loss as it mentally plays out in yr head.
u wonder and u turn to ask how can this be?
Then most people point u to others who are perhaps better than you and are in a terribler state and leave you to draw conclusions between the parallels of life to make a choice as to how much of the pain you want to continue to publicise and they tag u as an ingrate,i wonder if God thinks that way, i always wonder in my own depth of simple and almost unacceptable pain.
i make the comparisons too and i cannot rly make a choice, why would i demand sth and nt get it, why have faith only to experience the opposite of the demands you've made,its nt fair and its so sad and a breaking emotional washdown that separates you,then you offer a lot of platitudes, the common phrases of- we thank God, as if you really meant it,you offer words that do not define of you and you become void and really empty.
It is quite a little powerless and discomfitting, a real twist in the tale,the one you wrote in yr head.
you want to be angry with God and take offence but you cannot even try it especially for the fear of it and the ordinariness of your totality.
but then life has never been fair and life is only just.
Justice is a loose meaningless concept that lacks spine and its nerveless, i just wish i had a way to really fix this,my heart experiences this uncertainty and despair yes that despair,that internal shush that wants you to take it all inside and express nothing,its the ephemrality of it all that protudes through all of this and how hard it is to follow the advice you would give others as at times like this you simply cannot hear yrself,its all so annoying,
The general scheme of life of wants and the cycles as they turn and offer their own advantages and disadvantages.
My eyes are so blurry,as tommoroww makes no clues for its vistors(me and me).
i lack the audacity to hope,this designs me as nothing,but i would like to make it work,fynd sth that does not let the memories overwhelm or the pictures hold inside, this is my cross road where i seek a way to be grateful to God for it and simply lack the confidence or courage to justify it.
Friday, October 31, 2008
COMPETING AGAINST IMPOSSIBILITY.
Sometimes you just reach the peak in trying to compete,you tell yourself how do i rotate the possibilities in my head to redirect my energy to possibilities,but then again you just reach the point,... then you stop chasing because you have chased and you cannot find adequate compensation for your chase.
You see the reality of being short-changed by the very people that should matter in the game of yr life and you wonder whether its all being part of the original "story board" designed just to circumvent the process of yr life and perhaps the journey should have the unnatural glitches here and there and the remote possibilty of de-energizing you and short-fueling you and you really look at all the spheres in yr life, the truth is that motivation just finds its own ephemeral silence, but its not just abt its epehemrality but more like its sudden gush of the reality of it that hits you.
you discover that u cannot just run in the same stadium everyone else ran in with the same rules and training and arrive at the same timing.
then u wonder why sometimes it takes away yr smile,yr drive,yr dreams sometimes just because one seemingly vital aspect of yr life has been unlawfully "torched" by forces that should protect the estate of yr life or in other words yr identity.
hey you have the quotes that should inspire you,like yr life is not based on credetials but potentials and the likes, and things like you can do anything if you believe it, you can achieve it.
its all abt dreaming lai lai,its abt the ability, the effortless possibilities that can emerge from yr own talents,skill, maybe, but to me that part of yr life called school just tries to add something of value in return for salaries sometimes.
Back to my earlier point,everything is not possible,but somethings are possible but not everything.
And i think that its bcos we do not have the same character factors,the exposure factors,the same interpretation factors,the same assimilation cum reaction factors.
Thus even though its all about our ATTITUDE,attitudes cannot compensate for any of the lack or presence of the above mentioned factors.
its a sad or my sad conclusion but its the truth otherwise why not try and study hard to become an astronaut when all you are wired for is bodies whether dead or alive,or paintings for instance.
Some people are natural switchers from intrest to intrest and they can easily transfer their zeal and realign any of the above factors they posses or can acquire.
how then do you compete against impossibility or how does someone run against a sweeping storm.
You might want to ask whether the question of impossibility includes realism in whatever tinge or fractionate,in other words should it be realistic in anyway, can an ordinary person think it through whether partially even if he will fail in his conclusion,for instance can i imagine flying a machine in the air even when i have never seen one actually,if i can rationally think out the slightest possibility of birds balancing in the air,it might just be possible,as assuming that is my major premise,or i imagine that cars can run to the point that it would actually move in the air and crash or if propellers(fans) can be attached to something to make it fly for a while.
The answers must naturally begin with a major premise the possiblity theorem must have a notion of a partial occurence even in the tinest remote opportunity, a probability factor like in a lottery.
it can happen even if in the slightest chance that it will fail,it may fail,it would not succeed 100% but there's a chance that it might.
how do u attempt the starting point when you lack all of the factors that can make you succeed,you might start by thinking,thinking about possibilities as i write i already have no chance of thinking about passing like some people do in my class not because i'm dull but i just can't understand how my grades were arrived at or maybe i love other things and i just do not care that deeply or maybe just maybe my factors are all lacking my possibility theorem, or i can't find speed, i can't find spaces into the areas neccesary for dreaming dreams.
how do u compete against the tide,its a mystery that is sometimes hard to fanthom but i would like to make it clear that possibilities lies at the very existence of chance and the truth of dreaming, putting foward our energies for the delight of certain things, a minimum level of maybe pride or ego stroking but then why does happen that you put in yr all in all and you do not get exactly what you bargained for, what then do you do,the thing i have found out is that u must always fight for the greatest happiness within of yr heart regardless of the outcome, trudge on because there's a certain mystery about fighters and failure,giving up is the passport to remain in the state of failure in other words that you have become a failure and all that counts is that you fight harder better without thoughts that failure in one aspect is permanent failure in other areas,mohammed ali came back 3 times to become world heavyweight champion.
i believe that it is possible to fail it is also possible to refuse to remain in a deflated state its just up to u and me.
Am i ready?
You see the reality of being short-changed by the very people that should matter in the game of yr life and you wonder whether its all being part of the original "story board" designed just to circumvent the process of yr life and perhaps the journey should have the unnatural glitches here and there and the remote possibilty of de-energizing you and short-fueling you and you really look at all the spheres in yr life, the truth is that motivation just finds its own ephemeral silence, but its not just abt its epehemrality but more like its sudden gush of the reality of it that hits you.
you discover that u cannot just run in the same stadium everyone else ran in with the same rules and training and arrive at the same timing.
then u wonder why sometimes it takes away yr smile,yr drive,yr dreams sometimes just because one seemingly vital aspect of yr life has been unlawfully "torched" by forces that should protect the estate of yr life or in other words yr identity.
hey you have the quotes that should inspire you,like yr life is not based on credetials but potentials and the likes, and things like you can do anything if you believe it, you can achieve it.
its all abt dreaming lai lai,its abt the ability, the effortless possibilities that can emerge from yr own talents,skill, maybe, but to me that part of yr life called school just tries to add something of value in return for salaries sometimes.
Back to my earlier point,everything is not possible,but somethings are possible but not everything.
And i think that its bcos we do not have the same character factors,the exposure factors,the same interpretation factors,the same assimilation cum reaction factors.
Thus even though its all about our ATTITUDE,attitudes cannot compensate for any of the lack or presence of the above mentioned factors.
its a sad or my sad conclusion but its the truth otherwise why not try and study hard to become an astronaut when all you are wired for is bodies whether dead or alive,or paintings for instance.
Some people are natural switchers from intrest to intrest and they can easily transfer their zeal and realign any of the above factors they posses or can acquire.
how then do you compete against impossibility or how does someone run against a sweeping storm.
You might want to ask whether the question of impossibility includes realism in whatever tinge or fractionate,in other words should it be realistic in anyway, can an ordinary person think it through whether partially even if he will fail in his conclusion,for instance can i imagine flying a machine in the air even when i have never seen one actually,if i can rationally think out the slightest possibility of birds balancing in the air,it might just be possible,as assuming that is my major premise,or i imagine that cars can run to the point that it would actually move in the air and crash or if propellers(fans) can be attached to something to make it fly for a while.
The answers must naturally begin with a major premise the possiblity theorem must have a notion of a partial occurence even in the tinest remote opportunity, a probability factor like in a lottery.
it can happen even if in the slightest chance that it will fail,it may fail,it would not succeed 100% but there's a chance that it might.
how do u attempt the starting point when you lack all of the factors that can make you succeed,you might start by thinking,thinking about possibilities as i write i already have no chance of thinking about passing like some people do in my class not because i'm dull but i just can't understand how my grades were arrived at or maybe i love other things and i just do not care that deeply or maybe just maybe my factors are all lacking my possibility theorem, or i can't find speed, i can't find spaces into the areas neccesary for dreaming dreams.
how do u compete against the tide,its a mystery that is sometimes hard to fanthom but i would like to make it clear that possibilities lies at the very existence of chance and the truth of dreaming, putting foward our energies for the delight of certain things, a minimum level of maybe pride or ego stroking but then why does happen that you put in yr all in all and you do not get exactly what you bargained for, what then do you do,the thing i have found out is that u must always fight for the greatest happiness within of yr heart regardless of the outcome, trudge on because there's a certain mystery about fighters and failure,giving up is the passport to remain in the state of failure in other words that you have become a failure and all that counts is that you fight harder better without thoughts that failure in one aspect is permanent failure in other areas,mohammed ali came back 3 times to become world heavyweight champion.
i believe that it is possible to fail it is also possible to refuse to remain in a deflated state its just up to u and me.
Am i ready?
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
My adoption option.
did u ever wonder whats its like to be an adopted child and also wonder if u weren't adopted, but it crazy tho' to entertain those kind of thoughts and i hope i do not share a kindered spirit on this one.i remember jumoke in pry 6,she used to laugh untill tears came out if her eyes and i used to think that she was an adopted child and maybe her parents used to beat her a lot cos to me she was just diffrent and used to pity her,wonder why i thought so anyway.as a child i used to be the odd one out, being the only boy thing was so irritating to me, cos i wanted to play soccer all the time and play i did, and i used to cry when i wasn't picked nt like i was such a grt player anyway, but the thrill of being picked was just gud enough 4 mi and the fact that i cld just play and play nt just football just play and play through life and get hm tired its nt really diffrent from what my parents used to do the only thing is they brought money home.but my younger sisters they just were the bookish type, and i cld nt understand that what in the wrld wld make any1 just so intrested in books it was alarming for me and it was just like rocket science,mind u they used to dust me in mental maths,so on my way to school in pry 5 i used to stop by on a football field and watch players train and watch for hours until its about 9 am and i'll enter school on a slight punishment and sit among the rest of the boys, mind u i was the no1 goalkeeper beacuse i loved it then untill my career was cut shrt by a stupid fracture in the same pry 5. but the gud thing then was i cldn't serve any punishment for a long time and no teacher cld beat not even my parents that was such a huge relief!
wish i had more of those days again in my life, chai they were such gud memories.mind u i was such a dullard at least bookwise my results just hated me i don't know why, cos i din't usually remember things in the exam hall cos i wasn't listening while they were teaching in class as i was always disturbing every1.
anyways they had to create pry 6 cos of ppple like me and then things changed halleluia!
but all the while i used to wonder wheda i was really adopted cos i just did stuff diffrently God knows i frustrated my parents,and they got tired and they were abt to ship me to NMS zaria b4 God opened the eyes of my moda that i shld nt travel too far,hey i cldn't be more relived cos i hated soldiers then and thoughts of it made me gentle but she adopted a milder strategy- command chlidrens skl, b4 God came in again and i sha did pry 6.Sec skl wasn't really diifrent cos i was almost disowned, i was still the same guy and football was in love with me and even politics.enjoyed sec skl tho', u had the option of crushes that u cldn't reveal and u just move on without telling them, u ensured that u did nt shell or deliver any ibonic expression in any sentence bcos ur grandkids will hear of it.
i still can't believe the whole drama my life has been involved in,and all the while i wished i woke up one day and found out that i was really adopted and maybe my real parents had died in an air crash and they left me so much money so that all my taps at home would only be chiled coke/fanta and ice cream.what such fantasy i lived in and it was pleasure to be involved in it i'm proud of my thinking instincts there were sharper than arsenal FC's attack and they were just the moments.i've thought abt it a lot tho' and still wonder wheda i was adopted but each day tells me its possible i wasn't.but was is it like to be adopted hope i listen to sm1 soon.
wish i had more of those days again in my life, chai they were such gud memories.mind u i was such a dullard at least bookwise my results just hated me i don't know why, cos i din't usually remember things in the exam hall cos i wasn't listening while they were teaching in class as i was always disturbing every1.
anyways they had to create pry 6 cos of ppple like me and then things changed halleluia!
but all the while i used to wonder wheda i was really adopted cos i just did stuff diffrently God knows i frustrated my parents,and they got tired and they were abt to ship me to NMS zaria b4 God opened the eyes of my moda that i shld nt travel too far,hey i cldn't be more relived cos i hated soldiers then and thoughts of it made me gentle but she adopted a milder strategy- command chlidrens skl, b4 God came in again and i sha did pry 6.Sec skl wasn't really diifrent cos i was almost disowned, i was still the same guy and football was in love with me and even politics.enjoyed sec skl tho', u had the option of crushes that u cldn't reveal and u just move on without telling them, u ensured that u did nt shell or deliver any ibonic expression in any sentence bcos ur grandkids will hear of it.
i still can't believe the whole drama my life has been involved in,and all the while i wished i woke up one day and found out that i was really adopted and maybe my real parents had died in an air crash and they left me so much money so that all my taps at home would only be chiled coke/fanta and ice cream.what such fantasy i lived in and it was pleasure to be involved in it i'm proud of my thinking instincts there were sharper than arsenal FC's attack and they were just the moments.i've thought abt it a lot tho' and still wonder wheda i was adopted but each day tells me its possible i wasn't.but was is it like to be adopted hope i listen to sm1 soon.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
wonder what
i wonder how women think and the mystery of love its kind of a facade that pple think that love really exists i do not think so i think its overrated and hyped pple love and most times its selfish especially in nija, i think there's always the subjective factor to falling in love and i really don't wanna be caught in the deception cos its too frail the chances of being decieved are 99 to 1 hopefully one day i'll try the 1 percent chance of falling into the net and hope that it wrks or just really fast and pray abt it.
wonder if any1 agrees with me not bcos they were burnt by the flame of love but bcos they understand my dialetics on love or shall i say theoretics.
money,class intelligence all play an amazing factor in pple's choices especially womens.
not to say that they should not go for the best but to what extent are they materially motivated in their pursuit of happyness.
thats the purpose of my own research especially as i am emotionally detached from all these relationship matters.
hope i lead to a ground breaking research soon and win the oscars...,sorry nobel prize maybe for peace.lol.
see ya later
wonder if any1 agrees with me not bcos they were burnt by the flame of love but bcos they understand my dialetics on love or shall i say theoretics.
money,class intelligence all play an amazing factor in pple's choices especially womens.
not to say that they should not go for the best but to what extent are they materially motivated in their pursuit of happyness.
thats the purpose of my own research especially as i am emotionally detached from all these relationship matters.
hope i lead to a ground breaking research soon and win the oscars...,sorry nobel prize maybe for peace.lol.
see ya later
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