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?

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!

Let one of us

So there’s been a lot of talk of how Trump represents plenty of what is wrong with the world. People who talk, either in public or private, of how they enjoy taking advantage of other people because of their colour, gender, race, financial and intellectual position, etc.
We forget that this category of people are us.
The world has only gotten worse with every president whether they were good or terrible.
Funny thing is, the only way Donald Trump is different from other politicians is in his trying to be real. Most other politicians are usually fake. It’s all pretend meekness. I don’t like politics. I don’t support Hilary or Trump. I think both are meat from the same pot. One’s just without seasoning.

But I digress.

We have a little bit of Trump in all of us which is why we are where we are.

About the accusations being put forward by several women against Trump, I have no take. He probably did, or didn’t.

Kids should be kids!

In recent time I have been taken aback by the sheer number of kids who are dressed up in adult fashion and proudly displayed on social media. I tried as much to ignore them until I and the missus talked about some new sandals for our little man. Then she sent me this.

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I probably was supposed to concentrate on the sandals but I couldn’t help but affirm that he wasn’t a midget posing as a little boy. What in Adele’s rosy cheeks is this?! Has he been working out too?

This is so wrong!

I was just thinking back when kids used to look like kids. You know, no tight fitting skirts or shorts, we had plastic sun glasses, flowery or net hats, lollipop or icecream in one hand. Today it’s four year old Rihanna and Justin Bieber lookalikes. What’s that all about?
Remember that we only wore a tux or suit at important occasions or church?

How about these kids be kids? How about that?

Live & Let Live: Really, can we?

Live and let live.

This is one principle that, if adhered to, will make for a near perfect world. It’s such an easy rule to abide by – looking the other way. Unfortunately, the sheer monstrosity of the ignorance that some people carry could bring out the worst in one. Then the rhetoric, the sarcasm, and outright insults become getaways. It’s tough. One who’s trying to live can’t possibly let live of certain norms.  Especially when those norms are clearly, well, inhumane and devoid of common sense.
I pride myself some sort of devout of this Idiom but I swear, sometimes it’s a mad world. You know, silence is golden, but my eyes can see.
Still though, if we could follow that principle we will all live fine.