Life in my country

From my humble beginnings.

 “I was a consultant on livestock. I major in Cow operations, Feedlots, Backgrounding, plus i am a cattle whisperer.”

Content with the little i had. I tended to my cattle, prayed to my God. All was fine by me.

But my goverment never cared. They plundered my nation’s resources. I could cope no longer with the strife, the insult.  So i moved to the big city in search of  a better life.

But life wasn’t better. Still i was content.  

But my goverment never cared. They built private houses with public money. Money that is partly mine.

Business was slow. Of course it was, they were millions like me trying to do good. Trying to make ends meet. Trying to ignore the insult.
So I switched jobs. And i got caught.

How come i got caught. Not one government person has been caught. Not fair. 


“I am a professional mass transit facilitator.”

That’s what i call myself. “I am not a conductor, what am i conducting?” But the people insist. And they add that i am nothing. They insult me. 

But when I was hungry and tempted and acted. I got caught. And they threatened to set me alight.

“Set them alight” i said.  But none understood me. Poor illiterate me.

“I am a successful Refuse disposal operator. Success is relative. I am my own boss too.”

Life has not been fair. But has it ever been? I understand that perfectly. What i don’t understand is my government. Thieves. How do they do it without being caught?

i figure it out and switch jobs.

I strategize. 

I take their money, they love me for it. Anybody insults me, my people insult them on my behalf. Just like my government.

Life’s not fair. But when has it ever been?

How close?

How close must I be for one to understand that I need them near? I’ve just been thinking that for a while now.
I can’t help but paint this lewd description, it should help to express my thoughts (and showcase my Hermann Hesse side):

Under the orange sky, by the mango tree with purple leaves, hand in hand,

two new lovers stand, watching the sunset fall on their shoulders as they say their third and probably last goodbyes for that day. He steps forward, even closer than he had earlier mustered courage to. He waits, hoping for her to do same. To him, it was the ultimate test. If she does not love him back she’d remain aloof. If she does she’ll move in to close the gap. She did love him, but she stood there, rooted in that spot.

Now, in the above scenario, both are in each other’s warm ambience, there and then both are safe and happy. Until.

I really should write some love story.

Anyway, I was just thinking if this world has so many people trying to draw close to their supreme being especially in this time of total ethno-religous and socio-economic madness, you’d wonder why the being doesn’t draw close to them. Let’s exclude all the hoards of hypocritics, focus on the ones who’ve got the faith thing going, the ones who earnestly seek comfort from above. How is it that comfort seldom comes? How is it that the “lover of our soul” stands afar of? So I asked my Christian buddy that and he recommended I read the following verse:

James 4:8 it says “Draw close to God, and he will draw close to you.”

And I was like, how close is this close that is required? Cos the overwhelming majority seems to have it that they’re on their own. That they’ve waited for long enough. That this lover doesn’t love enough. Most times it seems that they are now thinking straight. She probably was never there to begin with.

Or was she? It’s mighty hard to tell. The silence, the inaction of someone who loves you so well.

Ridiculous!

The world is full of ridiculousness. Ironically, I was watching the show Ridiculousness, laughing and getting stunned, at the sheer number of totally ridiculous things people engage in whether for fame, fun or to make a statement. Totally ridiculous!
Then came the end. And with the credits came this ad by a bank that I probably expected would know better.

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So it’s about savings. How does saving to buy a car sound? To me,  ridiculous. Except maybe for ease of movement which I doubt is the usual reason these days.
But here’s what really ticked me off. That after they said to save for what matters the first of three things on their list was a car. A car! The first thing!
In this times of car pooling, of air pollution and traffic. Of less money for car maintainance. Yet another car! And from a hard earned, painstakingly saved up cash?

I’m probably going crazy over something that’s totally normal and even expected, but I think it’s nuts.

Ridiculous!

Whatda?!

Y’all have seen Malcolm X, right? Not to worry, this isn’t about racial inequality and such. Thing is, I’m only just seeing the movie Malcolm X. That 1992 film starring Denzel Washington, Angela Bassett, and directed by Spike Lee. That one.
I had to pause the movie to type this. You see, I’m at the party or club, or whatever this is scene where everyone is going crazy as they dance. If you haven’t seen it yet then picture a typical black American church here. Crazy! And then some; The women are swinging over the men, undergarments and all in the open, men are jumping on women, slides, cartwheels, faces were in contact with crotches, and some holy ghost type frenzy on display. All in the name of dance. Did they really dance like that? I mean the the folks of those times.
I was watching and all I could say, on many occasions, was “Whatda?!”

I have seen videos of this type of dance. But those were not as crazy.

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That’s not superman and Dart Vader. Those black people in America were crazier than the black people in black Africa. I know that for certain. Heck, I am a black person in Africa.

Time…

I stumbled on this piece  by a friend, Henrietta Obinyan, and thought heck, a must share!
Henrietta has the best afro in Italy!
OK enough…
Read the piece.

Time
The importance we place on time differs in different societies.
The picture always look like everyone is busy with their time, but busy is relative.
One’s concept of busy is different from another.
A dream reminded me of various encounters, mostly in Nigeria…
Time is useless in Nigeria.
Everyone may look busy, but more often than not, they are busy taking their time.
Lagos looks very busy…busy wasting your time.
No one expects anyone to be on time. Everyone excepts the other to respect their time.
A public transporter will tell a passenger “I’m not going to that place, it’s too far” but will wait an hour to get a different passenger going where he wanted.
Board a faulty taxi, other passengers will talk you into being patient with the driver.
In Nigeria, no one can rely on an arrangement without taking into consideration, time factor. But, hear…
Time is constant everywhere, people are the disruptive elements.
Managing time properly is wealth.
Then, health.

See, what did I tell you? Her afro is awesome!

Time…

I stumbled on this piece  by a friend, Henrietta Obinyan, and thought heck, a must share!
Henrietta has the best afro in Italy!
OK enough…
Read the piece.

Time
The importance we place on time differs in different societies.
The picture always look like everyone is busy with their time, but busy is relative.
One’s concept of busy is different from another.
A dream reminded me of various encounters, mostly in Nigeria…
Time is useless in Nigeria.
Everyone may look busy, but more often than not, they are busy taking their time.
Lagos looks very busy…busy wasting your time.
No one expects anyone to be on time. Everyone excepts the other to respect their time.
A public transporter will tell a passenger “I’m not going to that place, it’s too far” but will wait an hour to get a different passenger going where he wanted.
Board a faulty taxi, other passengers will talk you into being patient with the driver.
In Nigeria, no one can rely on an arrangement without taking into consideration, time factor. But, hear…
Time is constant everywhere, people are the disruptive elements.
Managing time properly is wealth.
Then, health.

See, what did I tell you? Her afro is awesome!

Drake is a rapper?

That’s my first puzzle of 2017.
A whole lot of crazy stuff has happened since I was away but this Drake guy…

So I was listening to the radio… Oh by the way, i work at a radio station too. Anyway, it was a countdown and the hip-hop artist, Drake was on.

I’m still wondering how he’s a hip-hop artist.

Let’s move on.
So his hit track ‘One Dance‘ was on. I learnt it’s the best selling song of 2016.

Im also wondering how that is.

OK, let’s move on.
Wait, the song isn’t even danceable. He was singing on a dance beat, then going off beat, totally ruining the rhythm I was building up at instances. And that’s the best song of last year?

A friend of mine said to me how he thought mostly stupid songs made it to the Grammys. That’s not related to this at all. Or is it?

I would love to say a lot about how Drake is making me confused but Willie Nelson is on, so, on the road again.

Happy New Year! I’ve missed you guys so!