Archive for April, 2013

DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND-a response

April 26, 2013

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Dear Future Husband,

I am writing this with the smallest glimmer of hope that somehow this would catch your attention amidst the thousand responses you are sure to get. I loved the letter you wrote to me a while back although i must confess my hopes were dashed. You see, i am a size 8 without a 36D bust size.

I watch you from the background and i laugh at all your silly jokes, you make igbo seem so sexy and i can hardly wait to learn. I understand how mama wants to see you settle down and i can’t wait to meet her. I am sure i would love her and be a daughter to her.
I miss you everyday we are apart and can hardly wait until we meet and start the rest of our lives together.

My mom says when i fall in love i wear my heart on my sleeves and so i am usually quite cautious. For some reason, i am almost certain i won’t be scared to fall around you. For some reason everytime i picture you as a knight in shinning armour you are always holding the helmet (maybe it’s because your head wont fit in) lol.

I envisage the first time we meet; your late so i dash into the ladies to calm my nerves, when i get back your seated beside some other lady trying to woo her.lol. I figure we would spend the whole evening laughing about it.

I love the beach, its my best place in the world for some reason my senses are heightened whenever i am there. Music solves everything for me, it’s the arms that draw me closer when your not there, it’s my friend and hiding place when everyone in the world acts crazy.

Three kids is perfect as long as you ensure we have twins on the first try. I promise never to wear a hairnet, if you promise to teach me igbo.

I love the songs you came up with for our wedding but pretty please could we include “be there” – tu face, “at last”- beyonce and “from this moment”- shaina twain. Somewhere in the midst of all this i would love to dance to “I loved her first” with my dad. I would love an intimate wedding, with only our closet friends there, i think it would be much more fun.

I am far from perfect, i could be very naughty but this i promise you: I would love you unconditionally every second of everyday, we would never sleep with our backs turned against each other, your people would be my people, i would sacrifice everything i have to see you happy, i would respect you even when you hurt me, every word from your mouth would be my truth and we would never part till death.

Hurry up and let’s start our “happy ever after”

This was gotten from Noble Igwe’s site.

 

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WHINING

April 23, 2013

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What else could I call this? My friend always accuses me of whining. She believes that a man is supposed to talk less even in the face of daunting task, but should be able to concentrate and fashion out modality to confront the issue at hand. She is of the opinion that no problem is without a solution. So why waste precious time blabbing when you could use that time to face the impediment headlong?

My mum also never complained to us but fought hard to provide food on the table at the demise of my father. We never saw her on bed even if she was ill. She knew that no amount of words could fill the stomach of a hungry child. Or how would she have explained to us that lack of money was the reason we were at home while our mates were in school?  If women could view issues this way, why would the men who are the heads view them differently?

Let us dissect the speech of President at a routine church service – to commemorate Nigeria’s 51st Independence Anniversary;

“I don’t need to be a lion. I don’t need to be Nebuchadnezzar. I don’t need to operate like the Pharaoh of Egypt. I don’t need to be an army general but I can change this country without those traits.

“You know these days for you to be an intellectual and for people to listen to you, you have to abuse government. Somebody was asking, is Nigeria on an auto pilot? Meaning a plane without a pilot and I say Nigeria is being piloted by God himself.

“It is not going to be easy, but with God using you and us, we will get to where we want to go.”

My question is what was he trying to say? Nigerians do not need a tyrant that is why they didn’t go with Buhari. They chose you because of your humility; they saw some qualities in you that they admired. They voted for you because you were the first graduate who would be at the helm of the affairs in our country. Some voted for you simply because you are from Niger delta; they voted for change, not the same old clique.

They never voted to inaction; they never voted for directionless; they never voted for insecurity; they never voted for boko haram; they never voted to poverty neither did they vote for confusion. Nigerians want to know that there is someone in charge. They want to know where we are heading as a people, so that they would know when we get there. They are not interested in overnight change, but let us know something is being done. We are very patient people but we are not stupid.

“When Obama spoke during the Security Council meeting outside the General Assembly, he commended Nigeria, but back home, we are being abused. When the President of South Africa and Gabon spoke, they commended Nigeria, but here, we are not being appreciated. But what I can assure you is that Nigeria is on course and with your prayers and the guidance of God, we will surely get to the destination we are going”

What was the essence of the above utterance?  What do you need commendations for? Nobody compelled you to accept the position you are occupying. Even if you perform well you are doing your work which you are paid to do. At the moment we do not know your direction or plans for the country, why then would people praise you. Your campaign manifesto never asked for praises before deliverables. It was full of promises which I believe you might have forgotten and perhaps never meant to keep. Please Mr President, deliver and allow posterity to judge you.

Mr GEJ, we are tired of rhetoric, we need action. If you know the enemies of you administration, don’t tell us, dialogue or eliminate them. Do whatever you have to do, we are interested in the result not your method. You could go to sleep if you want; you could allow you wife to be in-charge, I don’t care but please in the midst of all these fashion out a strategy that would deliver your campaign promises on the tables of Nigerians. At the end that is all that would matter and judgement would be based on that premise.

Wrote this some time ago, but did not publish it. Please do leave a comment after reading this.

DEAR FUTURE WIFE

April 21, 2013

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Got this from Noble Igwe’s site, had a nice time reading it. Wish to share it with my reader. Please note that I have found mine and am very happy with her. Jewel, if you are reading this I want you to know you are my world.

“Dear future wife,

I don’t know if you are out here or reading this right now! If you are, please print this letter and bring it to our wedding reception. It will make a good read before our guests.

They say behind every successful man is a woman. I’ll like to say that behind every successful man is a good woman because I’ve seen men that have shut down their businesses because they got involved with the wrong woman. I want to be successful and I need to find you right now more than ever.

You may not know how much I need you but I come home every night with stories that I would love to share with someone special. I come home late from clubs sometimes wishing you’d be in bed waiting for me to hug your warm body. Your slot in my life is so empty it hurts because I know you are out there without me.

I’ve often imagined how you look. Are you dark or fair in complexion? Are you Igbo, Yoruba or Hausa? I play around with different images in my head but one thing stands out, I know you are very curvy.

Mum can’t wait to meet you and believe me, sometime ago she wanted to hook me up with a certain Ada from my village but that didn’t work. Since we are taking about mum, I’ve always prayed for a marriage where mum and my wife would be best friends. I’ll do everything possible to make sure that mum treats you like her daughter. This I promise you.

I still don’t know why I’m writing you but I guess I was motivated by Waje’s new song “Falling” especially the part that says “If you are ever planning on showing up, now would be perfect, now would be good”. I totally agree with her that now would be perfect. I‘ve waited for long and I need to start loving you on time.

I’ve booked my tattoo date because I promise to tattoo your name on my back the day I’ll propose to you. I’m not scared of having your name on my back because when I see you, I’ll know and I promise never to leave you.

No matter where we are, we must speak to each other every day at noon and have lunch once every week when we are in the same city.

I’ll tattoo your initials on my “wedding ring” finger as a constant reminder to all that I belong to you totally and in whole. I’ve gone as far as selecting some of our special songs.

On our wedding day, when you walk into the church, we’ll have Waje signing,  “Here comes the bride” and just after the exchange of vows, Waje will do an accappela of “One Naira”.

We’ll walk into the reception with Lami performing “Know

Our first dance together as husband and wife should be Banky W’s Till my dying day

followed by Darey‘s “With this woman

then MI’s God Bless You

and we’ll round our dance up with Wande Coal’s Ololufe”.

I know I’m making all these plans without considering you but I’ll be willing to change all or accept any modifications from you even though I pray you love them too.

Is it okay if I tell you certain things about me? I can’t have my bath with cold water. I hate hot tea. I’m not particular about food; I can eat Indomie, fried egg and plantain, 3 times a day for one month without complaining. I watch loads of movies and would totally be glad if you enjoy same.

Nkem, I don’t know what you don’t like but I’m totally against hairnet and wrapper. I can’t stand both either in the kitchen or in the bedroom. We’ll invest in hair wraps. I would have said that the maximum cloth size you are allowed to get to is 10 but that may sound superficial to other people reading this, so I’ll just leave that for us to discuss one on one.

I’m Igbo and we take care of our wives. I’ll work hard to make sure you don’t go hungry for one day till your dying day. I’ll let you decide the number of kids we’ll have but I don’t think 3 kids will be bad and together we can make a happy family of five.

It’s 08:00pm Thursday April 14th, 2011 and I know you are somewhere out there and it does not matter if you are in another man’s arms, when I do meet you, I promise never to let you go. I promise to take care of you, provide you with all the reasonable good things of life that money can buy. If you are reading this, please give me a sign. Walk up to me on the street and plant a hot kiss on my lips as a sign.

I look forward to the day I’ll meet you and when I meet you it does not matter where we’ve been to or who we’ve been with, we will give each other clean slates to start life afresh together as one.

Someday I’ll go on my right knee with All 4 One‘s I Swear“ playing in the background and I’ll ask you to marry me.

When we wake up in the morning, we’ll have Az Yet’s “Last Night” on repeat while we have breakfast.

I’ll write you from time to time to express how much you mean to me.

Love, hugs and tiny wet kisses,

Your future husband,

Nobs aka Stubborn Biafran soldier”

BY SLUSSSSSSHHH KID

WHAT IS YOUR STORY?

April 21, 2013

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Sorrow would be effortless underestimation of what Kanyinsola was feeling at that moment as the mist in her eyes paved the way for the tears to fall uncontrollably. The hurt she felt could have sliced through a 30 inch thick door as her inner chest throbbed uncontrollably in unison with the pounding of her already bruised head.

Standing in the aisle of the hospital emergency ward and staring into thin air, she was oblivious to the hundreds of people that came through to pursue their own business. All she knew at this time was that her life as she knew it was over. Thoughts of all the events and memories that had brought her to this point began racing faster than a shooting star in her head, the wooziness got the best of her and alas she slumped to the floor. That was the last thing she remembered.

As the pangs of the aches filled her body, they pushed her awake. Slowly and gently she opened her eyes to the strangest of rooms with the oddest of smells. This bed certainly did not feel like hers as she squirmed around the tiny bed. The squirming required no help to stop as the massive throbbing of her head and chest did that for her without aid. Finally she was still and with a feeble attempt at recognizing her environment, she succeeded (well, a hospital isn’t exactly a difficult place to recognize, is it?).

As she identified her environment, events from the previous came flooding in like a tsunami jerking her back to the crude reality. The tears rolled down freely as she made no attempt to stop them and sorrow like a long lost friend, gave her a warm embrace.

The darkness in her at that point shoved her to want to get out of there but well, it wasn’t so successful (futile if I might add) as she came tumbling down on the floor almost incurring another bruise. This racket caused the attending nurse to appear from nowhere to try to get her back to bed. She was then given another dose that knocked her out almost immediately.

The next two days came almost immediately as she was discharged and Oyinkan was at the hospital to pick her up. A funeral home would have been a much noisier place right now than the SUV Oyinkan and she were riding in. As the deafening silence engulfed them both, worry encrypted the brows of her aunt, Oyinkan while Kanyin (as she is fondly called) was amnesic and so drifted in peace to the solace of her thoughts.

After weeks of Aunt Oyinkan trying out the ‘let it out’ therapy prescribed by the doctor. This was a therapy advised to let Kanyin weep uncontrollably without the famous lines of ‘sorry, it will be fine’, ‘time will heal you’ and all those sweet nothings. This however started with tears and wailings which was ‘progress’ till it became heart wrenching and breaking silence.

This became a source of concern to Oyinkan, understandably if you ask me. She then decided to try a different route which was talking (the irony huh?) to Kanyin. It was time for dinner and Oyinkan decided that she was not going to serve Kanyin in her room this time. If she was really hungry, she would have to come and get the food. This plan did not seem hitch free seeing as she literally had to beg Kanyin to start eating again and that was just two weeks ago.

It was worth a try she thought to herself. Seems like the forces were also in agreement as 30 minutes after the usual dinner time, Kanyinsola took her first steps out of the room that had become her haven for the last five weeks. As the door made a subtle screech, the joy that enveloped Oyinkan’s heart was inexplicable and the look on her face was just priceless. The meal was had in silence (that was more than enough for her at the moment).

Subsequent meals, they dined together in silence and as time passed, precisely 3 weeks after, Oyinkan decided to take a bold step and start off conversation. This did not end well as the monosyllabic answers would have been better replaced with silence.

I’m sure Oyinkan would be eternally grateful to the angel that touched Kanyin’s heart as one day during breakfast, she started off a conversation (the look on Oyinkan’s face should have been photoengraved as it was epic) and soon the two were relieving the good old times and being a shoulder for each other.

The much dreaded topic soon found its way to the surface as the atmosphere tensed up a bit. Oyinkan was not poor but was not exactly a millionaire. At this cross roads were the last place she had expected to find herself at this stage of her young life. Being the god mother of Kanyinsola, she was also a single mother of three. Still nursing her old wound (losing her husband to cancer of the lungs and left with little or nothing to survive with for her kids), fate decided to dump some more on her.

She feared for the stability of Kanyinsola, raising her with standards she knew nothing about. The most heart breaking news was not even the feeding or clothing status but was telling her that her recently gotten admission to a prestigious higher institution could not even be accepted because of lack of funds.

As these thoughts haunted her, her responses fluttered and finally she mustered the courage to lay down the true situation of things to Kanyinsola. Her heart tore apart as the look on Kanyin’s face taught her a new meaning of pain. The pain wrenched her innermost but life went on.
Kanyinsola’s father died in an autocrash ten weeks before. He had been crushed by a trailer whose brakes had failed. He did not see the oncoming trailer early enough to swerve as he had been drinking heavily. He died instantly. He took so many loans that immediately the banks learnt of his death they raced to lay claims to their collaterals.

Thus, Kanyinsola has no roof over her head, food or funds to further her education. Her only hope is her god mother Oyinkan who she remains ever grateful to for taking her in when the so- called relatives labelled her as too much responsibility, as her mother had died at child birth.

I am sure this was not the life Kanyin pictured for herself years ago but the baggage of life was adorned on her even before she had the strength to carry them by the choices of a man who was supposed to ‘know better’.

This was 18 years ago; today Kanyinsola is the sole founder and backbone of ‘saving you’; a charity foundation started for the sole purpose of catering for the needs of orphans. ‘Saving y0ou’ has branches in 6 states and counting at the moment. She goes around the nation showing love to the ‘neglected’ of the society, offering them the life they truly deserve.

Also the C.E.O of an interior designing outfit, kanyinsola thrives on the strength and knowledge she was fortunate to acquire in the past. However, there are some ‘kanyinsola’s’ who aren’t so fortunate and that is the status quo in the world of today. Those who don’t always end up more successful than their peers or become CEO’s, Top executives and managers and so on.

We as a society need to ask ourselves the probability that they scale through the hardship and wickedness of this brute world. This is reality and in the other Kanyinsola’s of this world’s reality, the suffering is so much that the hardship ages them 20times their age leaving them dried and used up before even 30.

Make responsible choices in life taking into cognizance the people you are going to hurt and leave behind by virtue of those acts. You do not have to be a billionaire; the little everyday choices we are faced with end up being a legacy for our loved ones. Do not take away the dreams of your loved ones and let them have the harsh reality.
 

Culled from a source I can’t remember.

LEFT IN LIMBO

April 16, 2013
Oh dear

Oh dear

You walked away, just like that
You left me in a limbo, a state of uncertainty
A complete state of neglect and uncertainty
How could this be? You didn’t even leave a clue.
My source of joy just walked away, just like that
Not even an explanation, but just a casual brb
A thousand and one thoughts flood my head
As I stay here wondering where she could have gone to
What might have gone wrong
I cant bear this anymore
I need my baby back
My joy, my source of happiness
The one who puts a smile on my face
I need her back, wherever she ….. .

President Obama’s speech on Boston Marathon bombings

April 16, 2013

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Good afternoon, everybody. Earlier today, I was briefed by my homeland security team on the events in Boston. We’re continuing to monitor and respond to the situation as it unfolds. And I’ve directed the full resources of the federal government to help state and local authorities protect our people, increase security around the United States as necessary, and investigate what happened.

The American people will say a prayer for Boston tonight. And Michelle and I send our deepest thoughts and prayers to the families of the victims in the wake of this senseless loss.

We don’t yet have all the answers. But we do know that multiple people have been wounded, some gravely, in explosions at the Boston Marathon.

I’ve spoken to FBI Director Mueller and Secretary of Homeland Security Napolitano, and they’re mobilizing the appropriate resources to investigate and to respond.

I’ve updated leaders of Congress in both parties, and we reaffirmed that on days like this there are no Republicans or Democrats — we are Americans, united in concern for our fellow citizens.

I’ve also spoken with Governor Patrick and Mayor Menino, and made it clear that they have every single federal resource necessary to care for the victims and counsel the families. And above all, I made clear to them that all Americans stand with the people of Boston.

Boston police, firefighters, and first responders as well as the National Guard responded heroically, and continue to do so as we speak. It’s a reminder that so many Americans serve and sacrifice on our behalf every single day, without regard to their own safety, in dangerous and difficult circumstances. And we salute all those who assisted in responding so quickly and professionally to this tragedy.

We still do not know who did this or why. And people shouldn’t jump to conclusions before we have all the facts. But make no mistake — we will get to the bottom of this. And we will find out who did this; we’ll find out why they did this. Any responsible individuals, any responsible groups will feel the full weight of justice.

Today is a holiday in Massachusetts — Patriots’ Day. It’s a day that celebrates the free and fiercely independent spirit that this great American city of Boston has reflected from the earliest days of our nation. And it’s a day that draws the world to Boston’s streets in a spirit of friendly competition. Boston is a tough and resilient town. So are its people. I’m supremely confident that Bostonians will pull together, take care of each other, and move forward as one proud city. And as they do, the American people will be with them every single step of the way.

You should anticipate that as we get more information, our teams will provide you briefings. We’re still in the investigation stage at this point. But I just want to reiterate we will find out who did this and we will hold them accountable.

Thank you very much.

TOUTS AT THEIR GAME

April 15, 2013

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The level of corruption prevalent now in Nigeria is gigantic.  Everybody at his very little corner is using the last o his breath to rub his fellow countryman off his own miserly crumbs that have fallen off the tables of the political bigwigs on to his laps. The people at the higher echelon are not perturbed by the dog-eat-dog mode of life of those at the lower levels of the food chains. The rat-race continues unabated.  Everyone is left at the mercy of the devious scumbags that have the means and minds of using evil machination to make ends meet to the detriment of the law abiding citizen and the wimps.

I had and encountered with encounter with a group of people today. The thought they could make some cash off me through harassment and threats. They jump in my vehicle and accused me of changing the lane without an indicator, an offense according to them attracts a fine of #85,000.00. Is money that easy to come back? Why would I spend almost 25 hours in a day working for a stipend and receiving insults from quarters I should not be getting it from. With that amount you can build a mansion in my village. Just kidding.

They met their match for the day.  Am sure they would have story to tell their wives, girlfriends and kids. I know am not at the lowest level of the food chain. But these guys were bent on making me feel like that. Can you imagine common Port Harcourt boys who have not seen what life is outside the comfort of their streets trying to make a mince meat out of me? Life they say favours those who take the bull by the horns, I gave them a piece of drama they would live to remember. I blew cold, I blew hot, and strategically beat them at their own game.

I simply led them to the bank with the promise to pay them and called the police on them. You need to see them scamper to safety.

Would upload audio of what transpired later.

AN OPEN LETTER TO GEJ

April 14, 2013

”OPEN LETTER TO PRESIDENT GOODLUCK JONATHAN.

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Dear President Goodluck Jonathan, I
wish to inform you this morning that
more and more Nigerians are running
out of patience with you. Those of us
who have been giving you the benefit
of the doubt are seething with rage.
Increasingly, the excuses are drying
up. Many cannot understand the
rationale behind the pardon you
brazenly granted to certain characters
last week. In case you don’t
understand the implications of your
action, I will put it in simple English:
you have lowered the bar. This is an
avoidable embarrassment to you,
your government and the whole
nation. This not only undermines the
nation’s anti-corruption efforts, it is
going to destroy public morality for
generations to come, similar to what
General Ibrahim Babangida did to us
from 1985 to 1993.
Mr. President, you pardoned those
convicted of plotting coups against
General Sani Abacha which you
expect all of us to clap for. We all call
the coups “phantom” – so it plays
perfectly into public sentiments for
you to be seen as redressing an
injustice done by Abacha. That was a
nice shot, Mr. President. But you were
so much in a hurry that you even
included the names of those already
pardoned by General Abdulsalami
Abubakar 15 years ago. How many
pardons does a man need for the
same offence? Why does your
administration keep scoring own
goals, as we say in football – or
committing unforced errors, as we
say in tennis?
Your Excellency, despite your “good”
intention of righting the wrongs done
by Abacha, how come we were not
deceived that you slotted the name of
former Governor of Bayelsa State,
Chief DSP Alamieyeseigha, into the
pardon list? You can pardon 1000 ex-
convicts if you like, but we
understand the game when we see
the name of Alamieyeseigha on the
list. The whole pardon bazaar was
organised in his honour, we know.
The inclusion of the names of other
non-coupists like Alhaji Shettima
Bulama, who wrecked the Bank of the
North, and Dr. Chichi Ashwe, another
failed bank chief, was intended to
create a “federal character” effect.
Maybe Bode George or Tafa Balogun
will make the next batch.
For the record, Alamieyeseigha was
not accused of plotting a coup,
which is essentially a debatable
political offence. He was accused of
stealing billions of naira. Even though
President Olusegun Obasanjo was
allegedly pursuing vendetta against
him for purportedly refusing to
support the third term agenda,
Alamieyeseigha was properly tried in a
court of law, not a military tribunal.
He appointed his own lawyers. He
pleaded guilty. He was convicted. He
forfeited a fraction of his loot. He
was jailed. It was a major victory for
the anti-graft war in the history of
Nigeria – the first time a former
governor would be jailed in a
democracy. Mr President, that is what
you are trying to undo in 2013 – at a
time we should be moving forward.
You may not get this, Your
Excellency, but you have, by this
action, sent mixed messages to
Nigerians and the whole world. To the
looters, you have told them: “Loot
on!” You have designed a template
for future presidents. Babangida, the
man who democratised corruption in
Nigeria, released the Second Republic
politicians (jailed by Gen.
Muhammadu Buhari’s government)
and granted them pardon. Babangida
even returned their confiscated loot
to them, with a pat on the back. Can
we ever recover from this perfidy?
Obasanjo did a similar thing in 2000
when he pardoned the “Toronto”
Speaker of the House of
Representatives , Alhaji Salisu Buhari, a
serial certificate forger. Obasanjo,
unsuccessfully, bizarrely tried to
return Buhari as Speaker. Yes, you
won’t be the first to grant
controversial pardon. But, Mr.
President, is this the company you
want to keep? Is this the breath of
fresh air you promised us? Is this
transformation?
Another message you have sent out,
Your Excellency, is that the anti-graft
agencies are wasting their time. You
are telling them: “If you like
investigate, prosecute and get
conviction. I am eagerly waiting here
to pardon the crooks!” You are telling
the few courageous judges to go to
hell. Why should any judge seek to
jail any politician again? The judge
would do himself a world of good by
collecting part of the loot and setting
the suspects free. I’m sure the rogue
bankers currently undergoing trial will
be licking their lips at their own
prospects. “We will be remorseful and
get a pardon,” they would be
whispering to themselves now. You
are also telling the foreign countries,
which have been helping us in the
anti-graft war, to stop weeping more
than the bereaved. With due respect,
Mr President, you have committed a
grievous blunder.
Your spokesman and dramatist, Dr.
Reuben Abati, was as disgusted as
most of us when the Alamieyeseigha
saga broke eight years ago. He wrote
in The Guardian on November 25,
2005: “Alamieyeseigha … has shown
himself to be a dishonourable fellow,
unfit to rule, unfit to sit among men
and women of honour and integrity,
unfit to preach to the people that he
leads about ideals and values.”
Although Abati, with his “sophisticated
amnesia”, has to defend your action
today employing as much abuse as
his intellect can summon, the fact
remains that truth is constant. What
Abati said in 2005 about public
morality is still potent in 2013, no
matter where his bread is buttered
now. Truth, I repeat, is constant.
Another of your spokespersons, Dr.
Doyin Okupe, told us to the face that
you “don’t give a damn” about our
complaints. He said you can do and
undo. What he doesn’t understand is
that power belongs to the people.
When you were elected into office,
you were elected to hold power in
trust for the people. It is not your
personal property. You, therefore,
need to exercise it with every sense of
responsibility, patriotism and good
faith. Okupe even said Alamieyeseigha
is practically responsible for the
sustenance of the Nigerian economy,
helping to move our crude oil
production from 700,000 barrels per
day to 2.4 million. Well done! In that
case, Alamieyeseigha should be made
president. His performance, out of
office, is quite outstanding and
impressive!
All said and done, Mr. President, I
hope that in a moment of
introspection, when you are left alone
with your conscience, you will be
able to ask yourself if indeed you
have done the right thing in the best
interest of the present and future
generations of Nigerians. Ask yourself
If truly what you have done is for our
good. Mr. President, unto thyself be
true – John Aderogba.

BABY, I AM SORRY

April 6, 2013

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Life is in phases, everybody passes through their different phases at different time. There are however no hard and fast rule about it.

Some live life as if they have lived before, they can predict the future to a reasonable extent while some just ramble through it. I live my life as it comes, makes mistakes and learn from them. I stumble along. My belief in the existence of God is however unwavering. Our freewill gives us the freedom to make choices but the final outcome is dictated by the ALMIGHTY GOD.

That do deter one from planning, taking actions and all that, but it encourages one to be more spiritual. The manifestation in the physical is orchestrated by the spiritual events.

We never planned to meet, yet we meet. We had no idea what may happen, yet we have discovered something so blissful and is out of this world. We are enjoying what most can only dream of. Your love has shone the light that has dispelled the shadow of doubts and pessimism that was found lurked in the inner recess of my mind.

We agreed that the past is a place of reference not that of residence. That is my past, immediate as it may be. I write to vent, to make myself happy not to make you unhappy. I do not want to mar what we share for any reason. Most of my writing although hug on the framework of truth and facts are garnished with fiction and abstract to guarantee a pleasant reading experience for the readers.

i just want to say am sorry if my write-up, DAMN, HIT AGAIN hurt you. When you hesitated that evening, I almost fainted because I went into the future but could not envision my future without you. I wrote to get me out of the shock your hesitation threw me into. I was in a trance and anything I did was “under the influence”.

Enough said, sweetheart, I AM SORRY.

SHE SAID YES

April 6, 2013

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It is every man’s dream to experience the all elusive phenomenon called love. Some never had the chance to experience it before their demise. Others have it in a short-lived relationship, only very few experience it in marriage. How blissful would it be to be married to someone you love and dreamt of?

Enough of the rambling, my dream girl just said yes to me. Yesterday I said I might just stay single, but that has changed drastically. I would be married sooner than later. I am the happiest man on the face of the earth; you need to see me beaming with smile from ear to ear, eager to share the good news to the world. A called to a very good friend indicated a busy network, I almost ran mad with impatience.

Life is really full of turns and twist. Just a little push may open the door to unprecedented piles of treasures; but he who rested on his oar at such defining moment has himself to blame. Life, they say is turn by turn. I guess this is my turn to smile.

Baby, you are the best thing to have happened to me. You could not have chosen a better moment to come along. You have brought back the spark that was lacking in my drape world. The one word changed my entire perception. Where I used to see problems, I see opportunity. My pessimistic views are all substituted with much better optimistic ones.

Sweetheart, am not the best but you made me your best. What else can I ask for from you? You have decided to complete my missing ribs against all odds. You have accepted to do the PUSHING I need. You bent your principles just to accommodate me.

My sweet lovely angel, I may not have the world to give you. However, I do pledge you my heart, and to you only would it belong. I do pledge to have your happiness as my guide when am tempted to falter. It would be both my job and responsibility to make you the happiest and envied woman on the face of the planet. This I do solemnly pledge.