Sunday 26 October 2014

STILL DOING THE IMPOSSIBLE

     It was like every other day, sunshine, shower, breakfast and the optimism of breakthrough gracing the day. NYSC recently ended, and the era of #19,800 gone for life. A fresh graduate who knows deep within, he didn't graduate with fulfilment. Second class upper with no elation from within. I'm not blooded for Agronomy, no doubt, so I didn't bother spending a dime for the convocation gown. Is this the paper I paused five years of my life for? Unbelievable!...well, that's a story for another day.

Sunday 19 October 2014

HOW WAS SERVICE?

   Its another beautiful sunday, different kind of attire, colour shades, height, complexion and body sizes proceed to fill the church auditorium. Celestial look on everyone's faces. For some, yesternight's gyration at the club is gone, its time to get serious with God or at least pretend to. While some have scores, brought before "The Invisible", to be settled, some others are gathered to escape the feeling of guilt that comes when Gabriel marks the attendance and finds them missing from church on a Sabbath.

Monday 13 October 2014

WOMEN, NOBILITY & ANGER MANAGEMENT

   I like to think of myself as a perfect gentleman, and to some extent, I’m a gentleman, but perfect? Maybe not. I've not had any reason to question my own sweetness for a while now, but recently, I’ve come to see that women are my Achilles’ heel. In fact, I think women sometimes bring out the worst in me. I do not in any way have anything against them. I have my mom, a sister, aunts, cousins and female friends, all women, whom I love dearly. Then there's that one, you know, the only one (in some cases), its 'that one' who's usually the cause of trouble. This piece is actually for guys like me who have been having issues with 'that one'.

Saturday 11 October 2014

BEFORE YOU SAY HALF-BAKED GRADUATE !

    I used to visualise my lecturers as geniuses and demi-gods back then, marvelling at how someone writes a textbook so full of knowledge, until I searched "encarta" one fateful day, while trying to find solution to an assignment, and right there, I discovered that one of my course textbook was dubbed directly from there. Still, it claimed to be written by my lecturer who has bagged himself a doctorate degree. Some others manage to publish pamphlets with little content that can pass as the handwork of a nursery school pupil, and still sell them to us at ridiculous high prices. Buying them may not appear compulsory, but an invisible gun called "AR"(Awaiting Result), points at the head of every defaulter who refuse to purchase these absurd materials.

Saturday 4 October 2014

DIAMOND RING OR RUBBER BAND?

   Its another saturday when wedding bells ding. Decorated cars, church aisle and the wedding ring. Invited guests and well wishers troop in, even the jollof rice- searching, ultimate gate-crashers, grace the occassion with their black polyethylene bags well tucked in their pockets. The groom stares at the bride of his pride, begging God to cause his "exes" present to fall into deep sleep. The bride stares at her man in return, speaking to herself in deafening silence, "Dear God, silence his best man, let him say nothing till I have this ring". The priest steps forward and commence the "welding", ending the ritual with "You may kiss the bride again". Common folks, don't get mad at him, you've both savoured the flavour off each other's lips before this day.