"GOLDEN GENERATION" WITH JOHN

Prescript The feeling of indispensability of one’s life totally exposes the frailty of human existence. The inevitability of death quashes the indispensability romance. It looks very human and normal to get to certain stage in life and have folks around us look up to us for one thing or the another, barring any irony or paradox, it is just the way life is designed-no man is an island they say. Our greatest undoing lies in the thinking of “we can’t be done without”-thinking that we don’t actually complete the puzzle because we are the puzzle ourselves-who are we to think that way? Dearest Sir/Madam,  it might take time and time’s all we need. It might not be rosy but the hope that it’s going to bloom someday keeps us on our toes. That it might be bitter (without you) actually hinges on the sensitivity of our taste buds. Why feel your absence when your presence makes no difference in the first place-The true feeling of your absence gives the picture of how we felt when you are with us

Prescript Yeah that was delibrate, afterall if what you write at the base is called postscript then the one you write at the top should be called… It’s been a while .We were told that when life gives you a lemon then tryna make a lemonade out of it. Anyway I’m still thinking of the right flavor to make out of the lemon life inevitably presented. It’s good to be back and better (winks).   Junior Gimba was the name. To say Junior was a victim of crosshatcheted hypocritical parenting or his misfortune was simply down to his failure to reconstruct an already faulty upbringing, either way, you would be safely safe between the two extremes called right and wrong. Join in the voyage as we briefly sail through the waters of Junior (son) and Gimba snr (father). Bon voyage!!! Junior!!! The voice reverberated through the house jolting him back to reality as the scream of his dad’s ‘basscular’ voice drowned the sound of the television he was watching. He had been caught red handed by his dad wh

A beautiful evening it was The moon all out in its splendor Smiling on us with full vigor As we gallivant and talk away in the boat Enjoying the caress of the gentle breeze As we make our way to the other side Out of the sudden came the unexpected The calm tide of the see turns the opposite Calmness turned violent-unlimited Our boat was at its mercy Rocking and swinging side to side The melodious tune eluding us Beads of sweat turns to streams of fear Broad grin turns chagrin with pounding hearts The end is in view, we thought As we pass through death’s shadow Words of faith elude us As the “reality” of life dawn on us Carest thou not that we perish We unanimously bawled out Unto our master napping in the face of the storm Why sleepeth he at such a crucial time? Was he unaware or simply clueless? Of the fact that death was at the door knocking His reply made no sense Why talk of faith in the face of death? He was our last resort anyway As we watch him point t

17/06/2014,  2:45PM Woke up yesterday with the normal feeling and excitement of a brand new day and the anticipation of its offerings. The major task of the day being a trip to Bowen University Iwo, Osun state Nigeria, West Africa (the adjectives are indeed needed) with just a singular and simple mission **to deliver an essential document to my sister**I knew it was going to be a long day but I never knew it was going to be longer than the “long” preconceived by my heart earlier. On getting to the town I got wind of the fact that the campaign train of one of the state’s gubernatorial candidate is stopping at the town, not bulging still, I flagged down a number of bikes but noticed they were all rejecting my advances until one reluctantly agreed (but with exorbitant charge) citing traffic congestion because of the campaign. The journey was smooth until we got to a junction where we met a group of thugs shouting to hell with the opposition party bla bla bla, it wasn’t actually the shou

The second part of this piece was written by a good friend Adewoyin Yinka(señor joe), infact the gentleman inspired the whole write-up. You can visit his blog here . Adio, remember the child of who you are Adio, remember the house from whence you come Adio,Godliness with contentment is great gain Adio,don't be satisfied with the norm,strive to be up there Adio, life isn't a bed of rose Adio, life would treat you the way you handle it Adio!Adio!!Adio!!! Adio, make us proud!!! These were the words from Adio's penniless pocketed but passionate parents. The path was his to choose The road was his to thread But the destination????? The route taken by Adio is summarized below: For years we’ve been as one As five and six through thick and thin My real brother from a different mother Right until he sought another A quest to be influential and powerful Everyone wants this he argued Doesn’t matter how you get it The end justifies the means True he got all he wan

Once there was war(based on territory) between light and darkness, the battle was so fierce that on the long run a truce had to be called.Twas agreed that both should live adjacent each other and  without interfering in each other’s business. The occupants of the warring parties are to live enclosed in their territory and no trespassing. Being on the light side, we did everything together; we lived in peace and helped one another. We had many things in common, we could see because there was light , but same cannot be said for those on darkey avenue, there was always commotion and terror, happenings there was exactly the opposite of ours. Out of curiosity one day, I went to our boundary and shouted out hoping someone would hear, why is there always commotion amidst you people? Can’t you just rest? Then a voice shouted back ,why won’t there be? He asked rhetorically, you people had light , we don’t have any, we dress , talk, eat and do things how we like, since we can’t even see each o

Twas a typical day, with everyone going about their normal duty, folks chatting each other up, business transactions here and there and others minding their own business, all were basking in the euphoria of a brand new day. It was all normal and typical until suddenly went down the sun, change in weather and series of atmospheric metamorphosis till it became so dark, the darkness also started metamorphosing from faint darkness—thick darkness—gross darkness. The strange thing was that we‘re still in the morn, the stranger thing was that twas so dark while the strangest thing was how real and thick the darkness was!!!Nothing was visible (guess the eye can tell us more on why it suddenly relinquished its duties).Everything was audible, thanks to the sudden silence which was frantically trying to equate itself with the darkness’ intensity……that you can even a hear a feather drop. Heaven help those who help themselves, I think to myself as I stumble and fell while trying to help myself**

I gazed at the summit And saw something brilliantly shining and dazzling That must be golden opportunity, I thought to myself So I decided I am gonna get it No matter what it cost Some miles into my journey I saw a faint light beckon to me This must be “wooden” opportunity, I thought I have my own target, I say As I left it squirming and continue my race This golden opportunity I must not miss Its adoring splendor leaves one to marvel As I pass another “inferior” opportunity This must be “bronze” I said to myself But my aim is the golden one Some miles from this glorious summit Another opportunity beckoned on me But I was too engross to notice it I am nearer to my goal I thought Golden! Golden!! Golden!!! All the way My shock knew no bounds When all there is,  was just a light And golden opportunity was just mirage After all my toils and labor And the shunning of other “inferior” opportunities The custodian of the summit told me To present my opportunity for t

To all who felt life cheated them and were given an outside chance of survival by the rest,who thought that twasn't worth it afterall and couldn't think of any way out than to...........throw in. His parent failed to vaccinate him He is now sixteen years old Humptying dumtying with crutches No thanks to polio myelitis Her parent separated when she was five Due to “irreconcilable difference” She ended up in a foster home Deeply resenting and hating her world Her face was slightly distorted Due to a fall she had when she was young Leaving scars and indelible mark around it Thinking she was the ugliest being on earth Killing her feminine pride in the process He wondered why God brought him into that family Wretched and misfortuned family, he thought Why would God put him in such family Of all the families on earth They all met at a junction called SUICIDE Each all wanting to end their miserable lives But as providence would have it They decided to see who was

The following depicts the attributes of different cadre of men who at one time graced this planet earth He had the most beautiful heart ever His generosity was second to none AND THE MAN DIED He was a tyrant, brute and animalistic He caused genocide and terror was his name AND THE MAN DIED He was the most handsome man that ever liveth Her beauty and skin shone like the stars AND THE MAN DIED He made widows and orphans He was a rapist and pedophile AND THE MAN DIED His wealth was like the sand of seashore Even five generations after him would never know lack AND THE MAN DIED His fame and power knew no bounds Her competitors are yet to be born AND THE MAN DIED He held power like his life depended on it He was a coward and full of prejudice AND THE MAN DIED His writing and speaking prowess are intriguing The world was at his feet AND THE MAN DIED . .. WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THEIR DEATH? -Nations mourn for days -Nations shouted for joy -World leaders graced his

When the music fades And the beautiful rhythm dies out When we finally realized That we are gradually reaching the end The once anticipated journey Is gradually reaching its finals When it dawned on us That the dawn is long gone And we are closer to dusk Dawn –Dusk; what a short time And the events from the morn Systematically flashes back on us Causing our heart to “quake” And our knees to wobble What we eagerly anticipated earlier Is fast turning to our worst nightmare What we thought was not IT Is fast becoming IT What we thought were shadows Now happened to be more real Our ever trusted sense of judgment Now becomes elusive and evasive Ironic, how the most admired rose Now shrieks in the pit of despair How the once vigorous grass blade Now twist itself in the oblivion of shame The best of the best method Incapable of restoring their glory Some survive till its night Some were plucked before blossoming Others mysteriously met their waterloo But one thi

            I HAVE A DREAM Man: I have a dream! I have a dream!!I have a dream!!! Audience: That what??? Man :( clears throat) em…..em…That one day I’m gonna build an air suspended castle Audience :( hisses) in your dreams Gbam!!!That says it all, who can be more correct than the audience, who can be more analytical than they. Oh yes, the best of castles are built in the dream, the best of automobiles are mostly “dream ridden”. The best of life are best lived in this same dream. Let me proceed to my main point by quoting one of Sir Isaac Newton’s “dream”, the first law of motion states that every object continues in their state of rest or motion unless acted upon by an external force, may I safely state my own dreamy version by stating that “every dream continues in their state of “virtuality” or “illusionality”unless acted upon by the conscious and deliberate effort of the dreamer”. A popular adage says that if wishes were horse, beggars would ride. Also if wishes were dollars,