"GOLDEN GENERATION" WITH JOHN

Sometimes it beats my imagination, the values, morals and lessons entrenched in various folklores we read as kids and funny enough how relevant their contents are, even now. Really enjoyed this ‘rhetorical’ story and hope you would also, as we add some remix to it further than the line. There lived a generation of rats whose habitation was in a barn and whose main job was the satisfaction of their belly to the detriment of the wares and frustration of the owner. The owner had no choice than to get a cop who will bring all these culprits to book. The following week, Inspector Bobcat arrived the barn to resume its official duties. He did his job so well that rats preferred death by poison or suicide to death by Bobcat; he had them for breakfast, brunch, lunch, “lundin”, dinner at will. When the massacre and genocidal act by Inspector Bobcat was becoming unbearable, the rats had no choice than to call for an emergency meeting to find a way out. After loads and loa...

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 t...

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 watchin...

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 ...

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 ...

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...

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, si...