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Monday, July 31, 2006


“To live through an impossible situation, you don’t need the reflexes of a Grand Prix driver, the muscles of a Hercules, the mind of an Einstein. You simply need to know what to do.” - Anthony Greenbank

Wednesday, the 26th was a day I can never forget, in fact it was a double twist, walking out of Diamond Bank, and I had a double mind; the teller had overpaid me by a sum of N1, 000.00. Looking at the load of expenses I had to foot the next day (Dami’s naming ceremony), I am sure you can support me in my walking out of the bank without any sign of guilt. But as we all know, the God in me will never let me rest, so I grudgingly walked into banking hall and handed back the money to the teller who was oblivious of the situation. The responses that greeted me were shocking; the teller beside the grateful teller actually regarded me as if I was from outer space.

Well, there was no time for regret; I had actually done it so I looked forward to seeing my mentor who was once an acting CEO of a prestigious bank. My mentor, amongst her other accolades, is a mother of two children who were working in the states (the guy works with Cisco and the babe is an investment banker). I am sure you can extol my choice for choosing her as a mentor. The mentorship relationship has been on for 3 years with a lot of ups and down but we finally understood each other.

Walking out of the bank and facing me was Sweet Sensation, I immediately felt hungry, so I walked in. I was so used to Munchies that I immediately asked for Munchies Roll. The attendant gave me a bewildered look, and then it dawned on me I was in the wrong building so I simply asked for their own version of hotdog. A mere sight of their hotdog, made me understand why I always went for Munchies so I politely rejected it and asked for rice and chicken. Guess what? The rice was just too small, so I put up my usual charm and toasted the attendant who unwittingly obliged me by giving me extra spoon of rice. (Na wao, Sweet Sensation don turn to Buka)

As I sat down to grub, I reflected on the meaning of success, wealth and poverty. Does all this have anything to do with money? Then the question lingers what is money? The two scenarios of Diamond Bank and Sweet Sensation simply answered my questions. Money is whatever you decide to call it and what you call it is based on who you are. I imagined myself walking out of the bank with the one thousand naira and going to Sweet Sensation. I may have bought the hotdog which I will eventually not eat, then order for the rice and pay extra for the additional plate of rice to make me full. I would have spent the stolen one thousand naira without value and made the teller very bitter after realizing he could not balance his account at the end of the day. The teller may get sacked, if it was noticed by a boss that had given him a query on such issue. It will create in me a habit that will eventually catch up with me.

The choices we make and the web of events that can take place. I stood up realizing that all what we chase after is simply the everyday decision we make that gets us there. The future we see is simply the present we live. All the things we chase after, is simply within us. Being wealthy is not having more, but needing less. What we are looking for in Sokoto is in our Shokoto………..

Don’t bother about the product, if the process is right, the product is guaranteed”

Tuesday, July 25, 2006


Wistfulness, nostalgia and reminiscence; these are feelings that filled my soul as I read the poem below. The author of the poem (who enjoys being called Kim) was a member of POeT Team back in the days of Obafemi Awolowo University. She creatively weaved this poem with such depth that leaves any human heart very pensive. Here is a master piece that I personally kept for 6 years; enjoy!

She’s pregnant the doctor says
What joy erodes her mind?
A life of nurture and cherish
Growing inside her!

With such immeasurable joy
She spreads the news
As day crept past, weeks crawled past
And months dragged past

Such was the excitement within her
As she felt his heartbeat and his first kick with pride
With such care she picked out a diet
To suit the growth of her child

Such unknown joy she felt as the time finally came
Shaking within and maintaining an outer calm
She walked into the ward, shed her garments,
And went on the stretcher

Her life she endangered for a life she knew not
She was pushed to the theater
To be subjected to blade and scissors
But she closed her eyes and fantasized

The pangs of pain shooting through her
Brought her back to reality
She was about to bring life to somebody
Such unbearable pain engulfed her entire being

She screamed and tossed and turned
Her breath she held to give it breath
Her body she subjected to such pain
To give this creature life

Suddenly there was a release
A voice coaxed her on gently, guiding ordering
With all her strength, she pushed
Yes, the child was doing well, coming through the right path

Push, push, she pushed
Suddenly there was alarm, tension in the air
The child has gone the wrong way
She did try, oh, how she tried

But this child would not follow her again
She was lacerated but nothing done could save that child
He had been stolen, killed and destroyed
Such unknown and unbearable grief racked her

As she held the dead child in her hand in her arm and wept
This child is not mine, it never was mine
But how I loved it, such selfless love I had for it
She shook it with so much vigor,
As if that would bring it back to life
“Whose child are you?
I have life and cannot beget that which has no life
Whose child are you?”

Tuesday, July 11, 2006


“We must become the change we want to see in the world” – Gandhi

“When the program that runs in a female body gets corrupted by various viruses named project “HURT”, there is a malfunctioning that takes place which consistently produces an output called ALL MEN ARE BAD. A female, without thinking it through, will spurt this sentence to her male friends as if the male friend is not even included in the “all men are bad syndrome”. This simply means she has moved from a logical platform to an illogical one. Well, how do we solve this heart ache symptom? I believe an antivirus should be injected into their system to produce a different output called “ALL MEN ARE DIFFERENT”

A lady is born. “Wow” there is rejoicing in the earth (well, at least her parents are happy). Her first sit, crawl, stand and walk is celebrated with much enthusiasm, she goes through various formal institutions in life facing various challenges from exams to human differences. She has a goal, so no matter the stress she goes through in this uncongenial environment; she comes out of it a winner and breathes a sigh of relieve and actually celebrates it. But when it comes to the almighty committed relationship, she gives up at any sign of stress; she holds on to her ideal and hope everything works out. What do you think? I think I should develop an axiom for her;

“Before you graduate from the institution called Committed Relationship, you must pass one of the most difficult exams called Selflessness 101”

One of the indications that we don’t understand something is failure. So when a relationship fails, it simply means we need to retract, stay all night if need be, check out your mistakes, master them and go for the exam and this time with an attitude of “I am willing to give it my best shot”. When the ALL MEN ARE BAD attitude resurfaces and you secretly want to get married then two laws are functioning in your body. You must change the output to ALL MEN ARE DIFFERENT so you can understand you are in a different terrain and easily face the challenges that come with it.

“You cannot blame your circumstances for what you create.”

When ever a woman says a man is bad, what she does not understand is that she herself is bad because humans do not attract that which they want, but that which they are. Not what they pray and wish for, but that which they are. So you must improve yourself to the level of what you want, to get what you want. Maybe an anecdote might help;

Here is a lady approached by a married man (without her prior knowledge of the marital status). He trips her, spends money on her, and promises her marriage to sleep with her. She caves in and becomes deeply emotionally involved. Then comes the bombshell, she finds out. She becomes distress and seems justified to curse and rain abuses on him but she remains emotionally messed up. She becomes skeptical about men that come her way and resolves in her heart not to allow such happen to her again. No matter the shade of men that comes her way, her perspective is never to go through the same emotional pain again, so she tries not to get involve emotionally until she is sure.

Sure? Sure of what? This woman did not analyze herself to see the vices that blinded her to this deception. She did not check her lust, greed and selfishness. There is no complete overhaul of her internal process and she expects to be attracted to the right man. Even if the right man comes her way, she would not recognize him because she is not equipped to. Her neurons simply translates a good man to be tall rich and handsome. Even if she gets married, she will compromise a lot, to keep the relationship going or the relationship deteriorates and she ends up in the same circle……………… “

Lara closed her bible which she did not refer to and believed she could hear a pin drop in a room of about 5,000 single females; she simply walked out of the stage, paced out of the hall and headed straight to her End of Discussion.

This is a sequel to Lonely Londoner