CHILDRENS DAY
Children are a heritage of the lord and the fruit of the womb is His reward. I am so happy I was once a child wish those days could come by again. The fun, the cartoons, in fact everything was just too lovely.
Our childhood was not the best but I strongly believe we enjoyed the most in our family, I mean my siblings and I, the ones older than me to be precise. Those days come to my mind almost every time, the toys we had like leg, the places we travelled to, the boat rides and many more.
I remember Kester and Lankipanki, the big white bear and the skinny orange doll, those were the names given to them by my elder sisters. Anyway you kids of now missed out a lot, you missed places like:
• Leisure land
• Amusement park
You missed cartoons like:
• Captain planet
• Voltron
• Dodo the kid from outer space
• Sport Billy
• Danger mouse
• Birdman
• Superted
• Captain caveman
• Globe trotters
• Johnny Quest
This is your time kids so live the life because life is too short to be lived twice. HAPPY CHILDRENS DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
DAY 37
IF NOT FOR THE SPIRIT
It is good to be connected with the spirit, as he will always see you through all problems. As I started my paper, I picked the numbers which my heart went with, numbers 2, 3 and 5.
I started solving but the equations were not just right; three phase, root three, what on earth is wrong with this lecturer, lo and behold he appears right in my front with a smile on his face, reading his mind I could tell he was saying you’re lucky your partner in crime is not one foot close to your seat or I would have embarrassed you.
He is actually the same lecturer that is not still convinced that I did not write the test for my friend. Back to my question paper I was still confused on what to do so I said a little prayer and the good lord sent the Holy Spirit to me and he guided me through the other questions picked.
To obey is really better than sacrifice, thank God I did not have to regret because I will probably hate myself for that.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRUV..........enjoy Tokyo and don’t forget to come back with my gadget.
It is good to be connected with the spirit, as he will always see you through all problems. As I started my paper, I picked the numbers which my heart went with, numbers 2, 3 and 5.
I started solving but the equations were not just right; three phase, root three, what on earth is wrong with this lecturer, lo and behold he appears right in my front with a smile on his face, reading his mind I could tell he was saying you’re lucky your partner in crime is not one foot close to your seat or I would have embarrassed you.
He is actually the same lecturer that is not still convinced that I did not write the test for my friend. Back to my question paper I was still confused on what to do so I said a little prayer and the good lord sent the Holy Spirit to me and he guided me through the other questions picked.
To obey is really better than sacrifice, thank God I did not have to regret because I will probably hate myself for that.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRUV..........enjoy Tokyo and don’t forget to come back with my gadget.
DAY 38
A SMILE ALWAYS SAYS IT ALL
Today started well, first of all with blessings from the chapel service signifying I had 40 blissful days till July 5th when all my baggage will be packed out of this school never to return. Amen. But as time went on frustrations came into play as if they were planned.
First of all my result which does not want to be corrected for over a year now, I do not know what’s up with that department, cant they just key in the real result or allow me to do it by myself, I guess that will save more time, all I want is for my name to be on that graduation brochure.
I crammed and crammed, and as I crammed they all got jammed. This course is like a pain in the ass, too much to read, too much to learn. Practicing the timed papers was so tough so I decided to take a walk to ease off some steam, decided to head to some guys office who will not just sit down in one place or at least pick up his calls.
Walking with a frustrated face as if the world had been stolen from me, she approached me and asked “what is the problem with me?”Shocked because I did not know her from anywhere I told her all that was on my mind, she advised me to try smiling and all will be well, we exchanged names and a smile was finally on my face.
Back in the library smiling at my handout I read like never before grasping with the speed of light.
Today started well, first of all with blessings from the chapel service signifying I had 40 blissful days till July 5th when all my baggage will be packed out of this school never to return. Amen. But as time went on frustrations came into play as if they were planned.
First of all my result which does not want to be corrected for over a year now, I do not know what’s up with that department, cant they just key in the real result or allow me to do it by myself, I guess that will save more time, all I want is for my name to be on that graduation brochure.
I crammed and crammed, and as I crammed they all got jammed. This course is like a pain in the ass, too much to read, too much to learn. Practicing the timed papers was so tough so I decided to take a walk to ease off some steam, decided to head to some guys office who will not just sit down in one place or at least pick up his calls.
Walking with a frustrated face as if the world had been stolen from me, she approached me and asked “what is the problem with me?”Shocked because I did not know her from anywhere I told her all that was on my mind, she advised me to try smiling and all will be well, we exchanged names and a smile was finally on my face.
Back in the library smiling at my handout I read like never before grasping with the speed of light.
DAY 39
LOVELY FIRST PAPER
You are actually moving too fast for me, first of all mid-semesters the defence now my first paper. In as much as I want time to fly I also want it crawling because at the moment every time I wake up I still meet what I have been seeing for the past five years but I am actually scared of the world out there waiting for me but by God's grace I know I have a lot to offer.
Advanced instrumentation is the course title or will I rather say it was the course title because I shall never but pass this way again. The paper was el magnificent even though I had some trouble balancing my bridge equations, every other question was on point. They were all done with precision. This is very encouraging because my morale has been boosted for the remaining papers left.
You are actually moving too fast for me, first of all mid-semesters the defence now my first paper. In as much as I want time to fly I also want it crawling because at the moment every time I wake up I still meet what I have been seeing for the past five years but I am actually scared of the world out there waiting for me but by God's grace I know I have a lot to offer.
Advanced instrumentation is the course title or will I rather say it was the course title because I shall never but pass this way again. The paper was el magnificent even though I had some trouble balancing my bridge equations, every other question was on point. They were all done with precision. This is very encouraging because my morale has been boosted for the remaining papers left.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
DAY 40
GONE ARE THE DAYS, NOW ARE THE TIMES
Education is trying to drive us crazy; it is as if the more we read the more we forget. I wonder why this is happening, probably we have crammed too much over the years so the brain finds it hard to easily anything new.
Some of us actually thought Crèche School, primary school, junior high and senior high school were hard. I remember those days of coming 21st in nursery school out of a class 27.........Thank God for primary school when I discovered the difference between the right and the wrong answers..........Thank God for high school, only distinctions in mathematics.
But I still wonder why,
Gone are the days when we were given drawn diagrams to label,
Gone are the days when we could answer all the questions in an exam,
Gone are the days when we got 100% at the end of a term,
Gone are the days when we never even failed a sum in mathematics throughout a term,
Gone are the days when we wrote exams by ourselves and passed,
Gone are the days when calculators were useless to us,
Gone are the days when we passed without cramming,
Gone are the days when we did not have to do overnight to pass,
Gone are the days when we understood everything we read by ourselves,
But,
Now are the times when we force everything we read in,
Now are the times when we do not all night and still we do not cover all that was taught,
Now are the times we cram a whole lot of pages,
Now are the times we do formation to pass exams,
Now are the times we punch our calculators for even the simplest sum,
Now are the times lecturers add marks so we can get at least a “D”,
Now are the times we sleep from the beginning to end of every lecture,
Now are the times when we get 71% and we are happy we earned an “A”,
Now are the times you can barely answer all questions given in an exam,
Now are the times we gamble on each question to obtain the most of marks,
Now are the times we are told to draw and explain with suitable diagrams.
The present has changed so I guess we need to adapt to it. I guess this is an opportunity to tell all my friends GOODLUCK in all your final exams.
Education is trying to drive us crazy; it is as if the more we read the more we forget. I wonder why this is happening, probably we have crammed too much over the years so the brain finds it hard to easily anything new.
Some of us actually thought Crèche School, primary school, junior high and senior high school were hard. I remember those days of coming 21st in nursery school out of a class 27.........Thank God for primary school when I discovered the difference between the right and the wrong answers..........Thank God for high school, only distinctions in mathematics.
But I still wonder why,
Gone are the days when we were given drawn diagrams to label,
Gone are the days when we could answer all the questions in an exam,
Gone are the days when we got 100% at the end of a term,
Gone are the days when we never even failed a sum in mathematics throughout a term,
Gone are the days when we wrote exams by ourselves and passed,
Gone are the days when calculators were useless to us,
Gone are the days when we passed without cramming,
Gone are the days when we did not have to do overnight to pass,
Gone are the days when we understood everything we read by ourselves,
But,
Now are the times when we force everything we read in,
Now are the times when we do not all night and still we do not cover all that was taught,
Now are the times we cram a whole lot of pages,
Now are the times we do formation to pass exams,
Now are the times we punch our calculators for even the simplest sum,
Now are the times lecturers add marks so we can get at least a “D”,
Now are the times we sleep from the beginning to end of every lecture,
Now are the times when we get 71% and we are happy we earned an “A”,
Now are the times you can barely answer all questions given in an exam,
Now are the times we gamble on each question to obtain the most of marks,
Now are the times we are told to draw and explain with suitable diagrams.
The present has changed so I guess we need to adapt to it. I guess this is an opportunity to tell all my friends GOODLUCK in all your final exams.
DAY 41
UPLOADING MODE
I just pray I don’t break down because it’s not fair I have been stressing my precious brain too hard. The reading is becoming too much, it makes me wish I could sleep and wake up the day before I am set loose into the world but may it not be my portion Amen.
Indoors throughout the early hours of the day, even the afternoon was spent cramming a large handout on my bed which made me miss breakfast and lunch. Anyway by five had to leave the room for fresh air, my outing was so great saw a lot of new faces made a new friend, heard my name pronounced the right way for the first time in few days, I actually never expected her to remember my name than even call it the right way. The day ended with more reading. This cross will soon be over.
I just pray I don’t break down because it’s not fair I have been stressing my precious brain too hard. The reading is becoming too much, it makes me wish I could sleep and wake up the day before I am set loose into the world but may it not be my portion Amen.
Indoors throughout the early hours of the day, even the afternoon was spent cramming a large handout on my bed which made me miss breakfast and lunch. Anyway by five had to leave the room for fresh air, my outing was so great saw a lot of new faces made a new friend, heard my name pronounced the right way for the first time in few days, I actually never expected her to remember my name than even call it the right way. The day ended with more reading. This cross will soon be over.
DAY 42
MY DREAM
Ever wondered why the last person or rather the last group of people you see before going to bed sometimes appear in your dream. Anyway today was really nice achieved a lot in reading and assistance rendered to a friend from way back. I liked the way the weather changed from scotching sun to drops of water falling down to mother earth.
It all started with a trip after the meeting with management to the other side of the chapel when I was accosted by her to give details of my destination, with exactly no lie up in my mind I had no other choice but to walk her back to her hall.
It was quite strange because I actually had things say as we had not being in any conversation for more than five minutes in the last two or three months. The night went well watched a lot series before I couldn’t help myself but dream, but some details have to be left out.
It all started after my graduation and daddy wrote me a cheque of half a million naira with return tickets for two to three countries of my choice. This was going to be the best graduation present ever for an only son. Anyway the countries picked were South Africa, Dubai and London what an expense paid trip and the funniest thing happened she was the friend picked by me.
She had to taken permission from her mother, we had so much fun and did a lot of things together. The dream was actually longer than that there actually no time for too much details have to get back to my books but am glad the good lord ended the dream at the right time because it was no more funny.
I wonder where this dream actually leaves me, I need an interpretation, why her exactly, am not saying she’s bad or she would not have been picked if I had the choice but this is rather strange but I know God owns the future.
Ever wondered why the last person or rather the last group of people you see before going to bed sometimes appear in your dream. Anyway today was really nice achieved a lot in reading and assistance rendered to a friend from way back. I liked the way the weather changed from scotching sun to drops of water falling down to mother earth.
It all started with a trip after the meeting with management to the other side of the chapel when I was accosted by her to give details of my destination, with exactly no lie up in my mind I had no other choice but to walk her back to her hall.
It was quite strange because I actually had things say as we had not being in any conversation for more than five minutes in the last two or three months. The night went well watched a lot series before I couldn’t help myself but dream, but some details have to be left out.
It all started after my graduation and daddy wrote me a cheque of half a million naira with return tickets for two to three countries of my choice. This was going to be the best graduation present ever for an only son. Anyway the countries picked were South Africa, Dubai and London what an expense paid trip and the funniest thing happened she was the friend picked by me.
She had to taken permission from her mother, we had so much fun and did a lot of things together. The dream was actually longer than that there actually no time for too much details have to get back to my books but am glad the good lord ended the dream at the right time because it was no more funny.
I wonder where this dream actually leaves me, I need an interpretation, why her exactly, am not saying she’s bad or she would not have been picked if I had the choice but this is rather strange but I know God owns the future.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
DAY 43
JUST THERE
Today is a definition of what I can describe as just there, no peak or dull moment. Slept very late the previous night at about 5am fighting with my reference and table of contents for my report, from mistake to mistake finally had to give up and sleep till midday.
Woke up to the glory of God and started work again, I said my prayers and back to Microsoft office to complete all corrections that were to be made on the report. As usual the same mistakes kept on happening especially that table of contents automatic version. Sometimes I wish I could just sit my ass down and talk to this compaq system telling her my requirements and she will perform.
Different rumours kept coming in but what I have learnt over the years is that every rumour in this environment doesn’t have a bit of truth but is rather always true. Project defence is starting tomorrow, it keeps staring tomorrow when we will ever start, exams are starting on Tuesday and we have still not passed over this particular bridge. Am actually angry but my friends are actually not ready for defence as some of their projects are across the Indian ocean, that could probably be another story for they have being jilted, patience is a virtue it may still come some day.
I thought by now I will be solely concentrating on my books for exam, it’s actually long since I played with this large book big enough to be my pillow, I guess it’s time to face that phase in life in order to achieve an excellent result.
Today is a definition of what I can describe as just there, no peak or dull moment. Slept very late the previous night at about 5am fighting with my reference and table of contents for my report, from mistake to mistake finally had to give up and sleep till midday.
Woke up to the glory of God and started work again, I said my prayers and back to Microsoft office to complete all corrections that were to be made on the report. As usual the same mistakes kept on happening especially that table of contents automatic version. Sometimes I wish I could just sit my ass down and talk to this compaq system telling her my requirements and she will perform.
Different rumours kept coming in but what I have learnt over the years is that every rumour in this environment doesn’t have a bit of truth but is rather always true. Project defence is starting tomorrow, it keeps staring tomorrow when we will ever start, exams are starting on Tuesday and we have still not passed over this particular bridge. Am actually angry but my friends are actually not ready for defence as some of their projects are across the Indian ocean, that could probably be another story for they have being jilted, patience is a virtue it may still come some day.
I thought by now I will be solely concentrating on my books for exam, it’s actually long since I played with this large book big enough to be my pillow, I guess it’s time to face that phase in life in order to achieve an excellent result.
DAY 44
THE MIX UP
This was the last thing that could ever have crossed my mind that will happen on a bright Tuesday morning. A majestic walk into the building suited up for my defence only to find out test scripts are being shared, I run up to avoid many people seeing my score only to find out the lecturer still has mine and want to see me.
I walk up to the lecturer as usual imagining the worst that could ever happen only for him to tell me to go bring my friend that I am about to leave this school today, this is so unusual as I have never being called up for any case or issue except it is a mistake and it is always a mistake. Like every other man would do I said a little prayer in my mind God please help me pass over this cross but once again.
After a mock defence with my supervisor I ran back to what was at hand, went with my wingman to see the lecturer only for him to tell us one of us wrote for the other, it was sounding so lame in my ears, so absurd, for god sakes do our writings actually look the same.
The worst part of it was that I was sent back to the other end of campus to get my note to confirm our writings were different. It is more serious than I thought, he had already photocopied the two scripts, signed on them and taken them to the H.O.D to approve of cheating.
After running to and fro around the school looking for my note and other test scripts it took about one hour and two other lecturers to confirm our writings were different. Angered but glad I was finally set free from what seemed to be funny trouble because since the days of 2d writing in nursery school I have never written on a given line instead I write in between the line.
This was the last thing that could ever have crossed my mind that will happen on a bright Tuesday morning. A majestic walk into the building suited up for my defence only to find out test scripts are being shared, I run up to avoid many people seeing my score only to find out the lecturer still has mine and want to see me.
I walk up to the lecturer as usual imagining the worst that could ever happen only for him to tell me to go bring my friend that I am about to leave this school today, this is so unusual as I have never being called up for any case or issue except it is a mistake and it is always a mistake. Like every other man would do I said a little prayer in my mind God please help me pass over this cross but once again.
After a mock defence with my supervisor I ran back to what was at hand, went with my wingman to see the lecturer only for him to tell us one of us wrote for the other, it was sounding so lame in my ears, so absurd, for god sakes do our writings actually look the same.
The worst part of it was that I was sent back to the other end of campus to get my note to confirm our writings were different. It is more serious than I thought, he had already photocopied the two scripts, signed on them and taken them to the H.O.D to approve of cheating.
After running to and fro around the school looking for my note and other test scripts it took about one hour and two other lecturers to confirm our writings were different. Angered but glad I was finally set free from what seemed to be funny trouble because since the days of 2d writing in nursery school I have never written on a given line instead I write in between the line.
DAY 45
TROUBLESHOOTING
It’s actually being long since I had a cake full morning, actually since my first sister left for Abuja I have being on cake drought. Anyway woke up this morning after few hours of sleep due to my final year project runs, and as God will have it breakfast was ready, when I mean ready I really mean ready, just a few steps from my bed to the box of cake.
Work started with my report which actually took quite some time, from adjusting margins to changing of font, finally I had to give up on the report because the main thing was for the project to work. We were trained in my department to work under pressure, a final year project report could be completed in one night and I actually mean the whole five chapters under the pressure of a deadline submission date.
Back to my project, it was actually troubleshooting all evening long, i actually thought there was no hope, I have been too fortunate concerning projects, all projects that I have been involved in have always worked why this very one now especially as it plays a big role in my CGPA, a “B” in this course will ruin everything ever worked for, all the money everything in fact.
Before cock crow it finally started working and as a privileged member of the group I was
the first to enrol as a voter on the database, the end was coming near, what was on my mind was to go into the defence and actually KILL THEM ALL
It’s actually being long since I had a cake full morning, actually since my first sister left for Abuja I have being on cake drought. Anyway woke up this morning after few hours of sleep due to my final year project runs, and as God will have it breakfast was ready, when I mean ready I really mean ready, just a few steps from my bed to the box of cake.
Work started with my report which actually took quite some time, from adjusting margins to changing of font, finally I had to give up on the report because the main thing was for the project to work. We were trained in my department to work under pressure, a final year project report could be completed in one night and I actually mean the whole five chapters under the pressure of a deadline submission date.
Back to my project, it was actually troubleshooting all evening long, i actually thought there was no hope, I have been too fortunate concerning projects, all projects that I have been involved in have always worked why this very one now especially as it plays a big role in my CGPA, a “B” in this course will ruin everything ever worked for, all the money everything in fact.
Before cock crow it finally started working and as a privileged member of the group I was
the first to enrol as a voter on the database, the end was coming near, what was on my mind was to go into the defence and actually KILL THEM ALL
Sunday, May 16, 2010
DAY 46
ONE TO REMEMBER
It will be very hard to forget such a great day, Sunday May 2010-05-16. It all started with
the best sermon I had heard this month, “Taking Responsibility for Uncommon Success”. These
are just a few points from it:
• Sound may excite you, light will transform you
• Appraisal always precedes promotion and success
• Success is not a destination but a journey
• Wealth and riches maybe transferred to you but success cannot
• You cannot run a race you do not start
• The journey of a thousand miles begins with a step
A lot was taught, noted, digested, taken in, jotted, all these crowned the early hours of the day. With a much hungered stomach that could not wait till party time we all headed for the cafeteria after a couple of pictures with the celebrant for breakfast.
After a deep sleep, party time had finally arrived, so much happened. It was actually a birthday party/ book launching. It was a breath- taking party, after his mother showered us with prayers that I thought would never just end. We just have to give big ups to ours mums whose prayers are one of the reasons why we’re always above the game. I must really admit that Tolu is one queer guy. I wish most men could be as abnormal as he is. He is so great a friend, and I see a world bestseller in him. I am proud that i will also tell my children he lived in my days. I was there for he's last birthday, todays own and I look forward to many more, because good friends are hard to come by.
There was so much to eat but I just had to save myself for the after party, because as a roommate to the celebrant a lot of work was expected, from serving of guest to presenting a citation to keeping the guest company if you really know what I mean.
The day was really well spent as I had to make a very big decision concerning my future. The choice I made was not "To continue in it" but I do not really know if that was the right choice, anyways I guess I am a freeman.
It will be very hard to forget such a great day, Sunday May 2010-05-16. It all started with
the best sermon I had heard this month, “Taking Responsibility for Uncommon Success”. These
are just a few points from it:
• Sound may excite you, light will transform you
• Appraisal always precedes promotion and success
• Success is not a destination but a journey
• Wealth and riches maybe transferred to you but success cannot
• You cannot run a race you do not start
• The journey of a thousand miles begins with a step
A lot was taught, noted, digested, taken in, jotted, all these crowned the early hours of the day. With a much hungered stomach that could not wait till party time we all headed for the cafeteria after a couple of pictures with the celebrant for breakfast.
After a deep sleep, party time had finally arrived, so much happened. It was actually a birthday party/ book launching. It was a breath- taking party, after his mother showered us with prayers that I thought would never just end. We just have to give big ups to ours mums whose prayers are one of the reasons why we’re always above the game. I must really admit that Tolu is one queer guy. I wish most men could be as abnormal as he is. He is so great a friend, and I see a world bestseller in him. I am proud that i will also tell my children he lived in my days. I was there for he's last birthday, todays own and I look forward to many more, because good friends are hard to come by.
There was so much to eat but I just had to save myself for the after party, because as a roommate to the celebrant a lot of work was expected, from serving of guest to presenting a citation to keeping the guest company if you really know what I mean.
The day was really well spent as I had to make a very big decision concerning my future. The choice I made was not "To continue in it" but I do not really know if that was the right choice, anyways I guess I am a freeman.
DAY 47
JUST RANDOM
I open the door, step into the room,
Lie down back flat, legs on the table,
I look up at the fluorescent tube,
My vision is better; at least I can read what is written on the fluorescent,
I decide to change my line of sight willingly,
The movement of the fan captivates me,
I thought fans rotated clock wisely,
This is strange because mine is spinning the other way,
Anyway since I am actually jobless, I start counting how many revolutions per minute,
One, two, three... thirty-seven, thirty-eight,
My eyes start spinning,
I find myself in an awkward room, one I have never seen before,
I am wearing a tuxedo,
I see an expense list, wedding expense-list for that matter,
I am wondering, but how?
I keep hurting my head trying to go back in time, trying to catch up all I missed,
The door opens and he is also suited like me, he’s probably my best man,
He tells me there is no time for explanations,
But whatever happened to the Gambian, he’s meant to be my best man,
He answers: the Gambian got married last year,
I look outside it seems we are on an island, when did I acquire this?
I wear my wristwatch on my right hand now,
My roommate during my B.sc days is now a world bestseller,
Things have changed, but no one to explain to me,
Wow mum and dad are still healthy and alive,
So most of the guests at the wedding actually flew down to my island,
But when on earth did I purchase it,
On the way to the altar I see my younger sister, she whispers save journey to the moon,
Wow I guess that’s where honeymoon will be spent,
She’s wearing an engagement ring standing beside a friend,
I am not daddy but when did I approve of her engagement,
The year is twenty- fourteen,
So I lived pass the December 21st, 2012,
I finally get to the altar, procession starts,
Here comes the bride is being played, after all these years that song is still being played,
She is walked by an elderly man under a veil,
I guess that is going to be my father-in-law,
It is finally time to unveil her,
All of a sudden I am reciting fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five,
Arrrrrrrrrrrhhh, so I was hypnotized,
I am back on my NASCAR clothed bed, half dressed for a tutorial class,
Gosh I start fuming; it was only a day-dream,
Why?
I try hard to go back, but it is impossible,
Why didn’t God allow me unveil her, unveil the future,
I want to know who is under the mask,
Could it be one of those girls I once dated?
Maybe it was the black beauty from Trinidad and Tobago, I once dreamt of marrying,
All I need is just one more glimpse,
But the moment I see it everything will be ruined,
So I just have to leave FATE to decide.
This answers my once upon a time question,
If the PAST is HISTORY, what is the FUTURE called?
A MYSTERY!!!!!!!!!
I open the door, step into the room,
Lie down back flat, legs on the table,
I look up at the fluorescent tube,
My vision is better; at least I can read what is written on the fluorescent,
I decide to change my line of sight willingly,
The movement of the fan captivates me,
I thought fans rotated clock wisely,
This is strange because mine is spinning the other way,
Anyway since I am actually jobless, I start counting how many revolutions per minute,
One, two, three... thirty-seven, thirty-eight,
My eyes start spinning,
I find myself in an awkward room, one I have never seen before,
I am wearing a tuxedo,
I see an expense list, wedding expense-list for that matter,
I am wondering, but how?
I keep hurting my head trying to go back in time, trying to catch up all I missed,
The door opens and he is also suited like me, he’s probably my best man,
He tells me there is no time for explanations,
But whatever happened to the Gambian, he’s meant to be my best man,
He answers: the Gambian got married last year,
I look outside it seems we are on an island, when did I acquire this?
I wear my wristwatch on my right hand now,
My roommate during my B.sc days is now a world bestseller,
Things have changed, but no one to explain to me,
Wow mum and dad are still healthy and alive,
So most of the guests at the wedding actually flew down to my island,
But when on earth did I purchase it,
On the way to the altar I see my younger sister, she whispers save journey to the moon,
Wow I guess that’s where honeymoon will be spent,
She’s wearing an engagement ring standing beside a friend,
I am not daddy but when did I approve of her engagement,
The year is twenty- fourteen,
So I lived pass the December 21st, 2012,
I finally get to the altar, procession starts,
Here comes the bride is being played, after all these years that song is still being played,
She is walked by an elderly man under a veil,
I guess that is going to be my father-in-law,
It is finally time to unveil her,
All of a sudden I am reciting fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five,
Arrrrrrrrrrrhhh, so I was hypnotized,
I am back on my NASCAR clothed bed, half dressed for a tutorial class,
Gosh I start fuming; it was only a day-dream,
Why?
I try hard to go back, but it is impossible,
Why didn’t God allow me unveil her, unveil the future,
I want to know who is under the mask,
Could it be one of those girls I once dated?
Maybe it was the black beauty from Trinidad and Tobago, I once dreamt of marrying,
All I need is just one more glimpse,
But the moment I see it everything will be ruined,
So I just have to leave FATE to decide.
This answers my once upon a time question,
If the PAST is HISTORY, what is the FUTURE called?
A MYSTERY!!!!!!!!!
DAY 48
THANK GOD IT IS ANOTHER FRIDAY
I cannot stop loving Fridays. They just always come bright and beautiful. Imagine today it rained early hours and the sun is back up. I probably love Fridays because of that great day 14th October, so many years ago back then in the late eighties I guess, the day I breathed my first breadth on mother earth.
I have actually had a few bad Fridays, there are two which are stuck in my memory, how I wish one of them fell on the jinxed day which is called Friday the 13th. I have never shared what happened on any of those days with anybody but I know one of my sisters will have a clue. I almost jumped in a big gutter on purpose, let me say I wanted to try something new or rather maybe suicide. The other one I merely wished I could jump off a moving bus into the Atlantic from West Africa’s longest bridge, the story is left for another day.
Today was exceptionally different, I got visited by a girl who I will call my friend. My name was announced and down the staircase running thinking it was my younger sister with mouth watering goodies for a one and only brother, to my surprise I saw a girl in the same colour as me (Army Green), breadth taking memories rushed back, the history of the past, those library moments, the Lekki paroles, hospitality room, galleria outings, chapel sittings etc.
We talked for awhile even though my mind was not there, I had travelled far away, but were was my mind actually I was not even looking at her mouth moving but I was hearing her voice I can remember.
She handed me a package of gifts which I was grateful for, but the peak of our moment together was that a great choice has to be made by Sunday sundown time. I pray my choice is what looking for, God grant me the grace even though I know which ever choice I make is going to be half chance.
I have cultivated a culture of telling God before I step out of my room everyday that I will either bless someone or I will be blessed, well the usual happened today I got blessed splendidly and am very grateful to God for making this happen because every item was highly needed. Thanks to YOU also.
I cannot stop loving Fridays. They just always come bright and beautiful. Imagine today it rained early hours and the sun is back up. I probably love Fridays because of that great day 14th October, so many years ago back then in the late eighties I guess, the day I breathed my first breadth on mother earth.
I have actually had a few bad Fridays, there are two which are stuck in my memory, how I wish one of them fell on the jinxed day which is called Friday the 13th. I have never shared what happened on any of those days with anybody but I know one of my sisters will have a clue. I almost jumped in a big gutter on purpose, let me say I wanted to try something new or rather maybe suicide. The other one I merely wished I could jump off a moving bus into the Atlantic from West Africa’s longest bridge, the story is left for another day.
Today was exceptionally different, I got visited by a girl who I will call my friend. My name was announced and down the staircase running thinking it was my younger sister with mouth watering goodies for a one and only brother, to my surprise I saw a girl in the same colour as me (Army Green), breadth taking memories rushed back, the history of the past, those library moments, the Lekki paroles, hospitality room, galleria outings, chapel sittings etc.
We talked for awhile even though my mind was not there, I had travelled far away, but were was my mind actually I was not even looking at her mouth moving but I was hearing her voice I can remember.
She handed me a package of gifts which I was grateful for, but the peak of our moment together was that a great choice has to be made by Sunday sundown time. I pray my choice is what looking for, God grant me the grace even though I know which ever choice I make is going to be half chance.
I have cultivated a culture of telling God before I step out of my room everyday that I will either bless someone or I will be blessed, well the usual happened today I got blessed splendidly and am very grateful to God for making this happen because every item was highly needed. Thanks to YOU also.
DAY 49
JUST A LITTLE PRAYER
I came across this prayer and decided I have to share it because it is going to guide me
through the remaining days I have left as an undergraduate.
It says:
I shall pass through this way but once.
All the good things therefore, let me do them.
Let me not differ from them,
For I shall NEVER pass through this way again.
AMEN.
I came across this prayer and decided I have to share it because it is going to guide me
through the remaining days I have left as an undergraduate.
It says:
I shall pass through this way but once.
All the good things therefore, let me do them.
Let me not differ from them,
For I shall NEVER pass through this way again.
AMEN.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
DAY 50
RUNWAY LOVE Part 3
Egbele Micheal Ehireme, I hope you remember me, we were primary school crushes my number is ......, please call me asap. She still spelt my Michael with an “e” before “a”, Jesus I ranted in the kitchen what was lost had been found, told my mum and my eldest sister the story they both laughed at my shy boyhood days.
I did not call her until Monday 15th December 2008 to be precise, unfortunately for me she had left Lagos the previous day for Akwa-Ibom, and how I hated and cursed myself. She screamed for 20 seconds that she had missed me, am sure she would have squeezed me to death if she was seeing me physically.
We caught up on the past nine years, it was a very big reunion, so many things had changed, people had gone to be with the lord, we were like strangers to each other but we all know what they say love can do.
We had searched for each other over the years, I joined hi5, facebook, but she never joined them I even searched every set that came into my university, I never gave up even though I had thoughts she was either in Australia or dead. We talked day in day out and set a date for March the next year when we will be out of school.
The semester had ended it was time for I.T, time to work, she was in Lagos for the break to.
I remember those days cutting work to go and visit her; I even missed one church service to be with her. She was more beautiful than I the last time I had seen her, the last 2 decades ago. But my wish had been answered to set my eyes on her before I leave this mother earth.
We had a lot of fun together, we went places, back to our primary school gate, can you imagine the mallam guarding the gate was still the same. I wish it never ended but life has an end so every story must have an end, we had to part ways because she could not bear the stress of working in Lagos. She went to be with her mum in another state.
I remember the last time I saw her, the tears in her eyes because I had to go we hugged for about 5 minutes, she didn’t still want to let go, I gave her my passport and told her fate we decide about us. We talked after work each day; we made plans for the future until finally she had to runaway again.
She had fled for the second time, no mails, no text messages, no picking of calls, where in the world where you? Dubai did that come out of my mouth, but at least you should have still told me.
She promises to change every time but I hope after reading this story it will be for good. We still talk one in like 3 months, I never hoped for this, but the future is bright so let me keep hoping.
My “RUNAWAY LOVE” I wish I could force you out of my mind but friends never say good bye, you were my first crush and forever you will be.
Egbele Micheal Ehireme, I hope you remember me, we were primary school crushes my number is ......, please call me asap. She still spelt my Michael with an “e” before “a”, Jesus I ranted in the kitchen what was lost had been found, told my mum and my eldest sister the story they both laughed at my shy boyhood days.
I did not call her until Monday 15th December 2008 to be precise, unfortunately for me she had left Lagos the previous day for Akwa-Ibom, and how I hated and cursed myself. She screamed for 20 seconds that she had missed me, am sure she would have squeezed me to death if she was seeing me physically.
We caught up on the past nine years, it was a very big reunion, so many things had changed, people had gone to be with the lord, we were like strangers to each other but we all know what they say love can do.
We had searched for each other over the years, I joined hi5, facebook, but she never joined them I even searched every set that came into my university, I never gave up even though I had thoughts she was either in Australia or dead. We talked day in day out and set a date for March the next year when we will be out of school.
The semester had ended it was time for I.T, time to work, she was in Lagos for the break to.
I remember those days cutting work to go and visit her; I even missed one church service to be with her. She was more beautiful than I the last time I had seen her, the last 2 decades ago. But my wish had been answered to set my eyes on her before I leave this mother earth.
We had a lot of fun together, we went places, back to our primary school gate, can you imagine the mallam guarding the gate was still the same. I wish it never ended but life has an end so every story must have an end, we had to part ways because she could not bear the stress of working in Lagos. She went to be with her mum in another state.
I remember the last time I saw her, the tears in her eyes because I had to go we hugged for about 5 minutes, she didn’t still want to let go, I gave her my passport and told her fate we decide about us. We talked after work each day; we made plans for the future until finally she had to runaway again.
She had fled for the second time, no mails, no text messages, no picking of calls, where in the world where you? Dubai did that come out of my mouth, but at least you should have still told me.
She promises to change every time but I hope after reading this story it will be for good. We still talk one in like 3 months, I never hoped for this, but the future is bright so let me keep hoping.
My “RUNAWAY LOVE” I wish I could force you out of my mind but friends never say good bye, you were my first crush and forever you will be.
DAY 51
RUNAWAY LOVE Part 2
My name is Ehireme Micheal Egbele, I hope you remember me we were actually classmates back in primary school, primary five to be precise. I liked you and still like you but I never knew how to tell you. My phone number is 01-2618671, please call me when you have the chance.
I hope you’re enjoying secondary school, as for me it is a definition of fun but it is a whole new ball game. Anyway I have to go now because the next class is about to starts please take care of yourself for me. Yours sincerely, Egbele Ehireme.
The letter is actually rephrased as there was only one copy and it was shredded by her brother years ago.
My house address was also included in the letter. To my surprise as she told me the letter did not get to her because she never went to Q.C rather her sister who was in ss 3 got the letter and read it with all her friends, can you imagine all the criticisms I got back then.
Her sister actually gave her the letter and scolded her what she knew about love, she kept the letter close to her heart and read it every morning until one day her brother wanted to see it and she had to shred it to pieces.
Sometime in year 2000, third term holiday, I received a call from her, my heart leaped with joy, imagine me stammering when she told me she also liked me and she had to moved to Akwa-Ibom due to her father’s posting, she also told me she never made it to Q.C but rather went to Grace High school. That was the last I heard from her, she had to runaway again but why?
December 9th 2008, going through my mails got a facebook message from her.
It read:
My name is Ehireme Micheal Egbele, I hope you remember me we were actually classmates back in primary school, primary five to be precise. I liked you and still like you but I never knew how to tell you. My phone number is 01-2618671, please call me when you have the chance.
I hope you’re enjoying secondary school, as for me it is a definition of fun but it is a whole new ball game. Anyway I have to go now because the next class is about to starts please take care of yourself for me. Yours sincerely, Egbele Ehireme.
The letter is actually rephrased as there was only one copy and it was shredded by her brother years ago.
My house address was also included in the letter. To my surprise as she told me the letter did not get to her because she never went to Q.C rather her sister who was in ss 3 got the letter and read it with all her friends, can you imagine all the criticisms I got back then.
Her sister actually gave her the letter and scolded her what she knew about love, she kept the letter close to her heart and read it every morning until one day her brother wanted to see it and she had to shred it to pieces.
Sometime in year 2000, third term holiday, I received a call from her, my heart leaped with joy, imagine me stammering when she told me she also liked me and she had to moved to Akwa-Ibom due to her father’s posting, she also told me she never made it to Q.C but rather went to Grace High school. That was the last I heard from her, she had to runaway again but why?
December 9th 2008, going through my mails got a facebook message from her.
It read:
DAY 52
MEMORY LANE: MY RUNAWAY LOVE
I woke up this morning and I could not get her off my mind, probably because of our previous night chat session.
I actually wonder where to start from, I had like a few other girls in previous classes, Kunbi, Halima, I think those are the only ones I can remember but her own was a special kind of crush permit me to use the word unconditional crush.
I remember the first time I set my eyes on her, class 5 blue, we had just being reshuffled, I could not but keep my eyes on her, my heart always beat faster than normal, finally there was a reason to go to school every day after all those silly lies of stomach pain in the morning just to skip school.
The tricks I played were just a few she alone knows them, and its better I keep them secret even though I can say them but you all will just see me as a corrupted minded boy. I never told her I liked her, this was bigger than a burden on my shoulders, from first position first term to second position second term due to lack of concentration in class, mummy I am very sorry for not concentrating those days.
I finally decided to tell her the last day of primary school, but I guess you know there was no pick up line, there was never an approach, instead I just kept trailing her from one end to the other end of the school, I never got to say good bye to her.
Year 7 came and still I had not gotten her out of my mind. One sunny day, my classmates chanting around I decided to go to my class teacher’s desk for some time alone.
I remembered the postage stamps in my wallet my mum had given. I once over head that she was going to Queens College secondary school so I addressed my letter there on a small brown envelope.
The letter read:
I woke up this morning and I could not get her off my mind, probably because of our previous night chat session.
I actually wonder where to start from, I had like a few other girls in previous classes, Kunbi, Halima, I think those are the only ones I can remember but her own was a special kind of crush permit me to use the word unconditional crush.
I remember the first time I set my eyes on her, class 5 blue, we had just being reshuffled, I could not but keep my eyes on her, my heart always beat faster than normal, finally there was a reason to go to school every day after all those silly lies of stomach pain in the morning just to skip school.
The tricks I played were just a few she alone knows them, and its better I keep them secret even though I can say them but you all will just see me as a corrupted minded boy. I never told her I liked her, this was bigger than a burden on my shoulders, from first position first term to second position second term due to lack of concentration in class, mummy I am very sorry for not concentrating those days.
I finally decided to tell her the last day of primary school, but I guess you know there was no pick up line, there was never an approach, instead I just kept trailing her from one end to the other end of the school, I never got to say good bye to her.
Year 7 came and still I had not gotten her out of my mind. One sunny day, my classmates chanting around I decided to go to my class teacher’s desk for some time alone.
I remembered the postage stamps in my wallet my mum had given. I once over head that she was going to Queens College secondary school so I addressed my letter there on a small brown envelope.
The letter read:
Saturday, May 8, 2010
DAY 53
WORLDS GREATEST MUM
How I wish I could remember that particular moment, you were there for me,
The moment I caused you pain in bringing me into this world,
I actually heard I was laid in a white quilt,
How you looked into my eyes that Friday morning back then in the eighties,
As I grew up I did not have much faith in myself, you were there for me
You were always by my side, holding me up strong,
You are so humble that it amazes me so much,
My friend once asked me Ehi has your mum ever beaten you, I laughed,
You stayed up with me all night, as my lungs gasped for oxygen those asthma days,
You always reassured me everything was going to be alright,
Even though I never believed you, because you were never in my shoes, but now I do,
You and daddy always planned the best for us kids,
You gave me some funny rules, no wearing of only boxers in the house,
You hate seeing me when I sag my shorts, even though you know I am trying my best not to,
You hate it when I grow my nails, I am grateful for all these,
I will never forget the time I was rude to you,
Back then in year 10 when I just became a senior student,
I walked away while you were speaking because you refused to get me what I wanted,
I still regret that moment right now, because you still came back to me humbly,
You trained me up with the right ethics and ethos, both spiritually and mentally,
Even though I am very slim now, I don’t blame you but myself,
All those traditional meals I skipped,
You thought me to be friendly even when I was shy and scared of people,
I remember those days when my elder sisters thought I was just a silly child,
Due to my shyness, you were there for me,
You taught me how to tuck in my shirt in kindergarten,
I know I have not caused you many problems, cause of the way you brought me up,
Right from boarding school, I always had extra of every item,
But now I always feel empty when returning to school,
I was happy to hear you were leaving for Abuja, but you are now the cornerstone,
I have never lacked, you provided all a suckling child desired,
Every time I feel like being bad, I remember your words,
Ehireme as you fondly call me, I am always here praying for you, be a good son,
I can write a book about you, because you are so great, there is no one compared to you,
I can keep on writing, but every story has an end,
I guess this day is dedicated to you and all the other mothers in the world,
It is actually you and the others,
Every time I hear the song “Sweet mother” I weep because the song just describes you,
You are the best mother a son can ever desire, this is from the depth of my heart,
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY.
Happy birthday to my friends: D.O, A.A, T.E.
How I wish I could remember that particular moment, you were there for me,
The moment I caused you pain in bringing me into this world,
I actually heard I was laid in a white quilt,
How you looked into my eyes that Friday morning back then in the eighties,
As I grew up I did not have much faith in myself, you were there for me
You were always by my side, holding me up strong,
You are so humble that it amazes me so much,
My friend once asked me Ehi has your mum ever beaten you, I laughed,
You stayed up with me all night, as my lungs gasped for oxygen those asthma days,
You always reassured me everything was going to be alright,
Even though I never believed you, because you were never in my shoes, but now I do,
You and daddy always planned the best for us kids,
You gave me some funny rules, no wearing of only boxers in the house,
You hate seeing me when I sag my shorts, even though you know I am trying my best not to,
You hate it when I grow my nails, I am grateful for all these,
I will never forget the time I was rude to you,
Back then in year 10 when I just became a senior student,
I walked away while you were speaking because you refused to get me what I wanted,
I still regret that moment right now, because you still came back to me humbly,
You trained me up with the right ethics and ethos, both spiritually and mentally,
Even though I am very slim now, I don’t blame you but myself,
All those traditional meals I skipped,
You thought me to be friendly even when I was shy and scared of people,
I remember those days when my elder sisters thought I was just a silly child,
Due to my shyness, you were there for me,
You taught me how to tuck in my shirt in kindergarten,
I know I have not caused you many problems, cause of the way you brought me up,
Right from boarding school, I always had extra of every item,
But now I always feel empty when returning to school,
I was happy to hear you were leaving for Abuja, but you are now the cornerstone,
I have never lacked, you provided all a suckling child desired,
Every time I feel like being bad, I remember your words,
Ehireme as you fondly call me, I am always here praying for you, be a good son,
I can write a book about you, because you are so great, there is no one compared to you,
I can keep on writing, but every story has an end,
I guess this day is dedicated to you and all the other mothers in the world,
It is actually you and the others,
Every time I hear the song “Sweet mother” I weep because the song just describes you,
You are the best mother a son can ever desire, this is from the depth of my heart,
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY.
Happy birthday to my friends: D.O, A.A, T.E.
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