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THE REPLACEMENT KILLER

   So I was in this cab on my way home from the day's hustle late this evening. The atmosphere was quiet and calm. The tired faces seated in the vehicle I'm sure dreamt of nothing but shower, dinner and bed. Few minutes later, the bored driver punched on the power button of his stereo to probably find some good tunes to chill on, but reverse was the case. I doubted my ears' receptivity when I heard the shepherd of a supposed fold, dish out this as a prayer point.

POLY-GAMING

   A popular afro-musician was interviewed some days back, asked how many children he has fathered, his reply; I don't know. He did manage to remember that he is legally married to seven women whom he parades, like a butcher parades fresh meat. Its really none of my business how many children a pop artiste decides to father. What makes me so mad is the idea that these women all step out to be photographed like some cute antique, bought and showcased in a museum. Only this was not a museum show, it was a one man's house show.

DEAR MAMA

Dear mama,
                  I write this in tears of pain from the encaged walls of my premature grave. How quickly you seem to forget that black day you sneaked out of the safe hands of morality, dashed for the club, dressed in a bum-hugging crazy-tight mini-skirt looking for some love, dancing wild to the energetic rock & roll escaping from the speakers of the boom boxes. Inspiration sprung from the shots emptied down your throat, venom caged in enchanting glasses served from over the bar. High on rum and low on your senses, mama, you danced away sanity and flushed modesty down the drain.

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.

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.

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'.

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.

"Wonderful" By Sola Lawal & 1Sound

A song that helps you reach out to God in thanksgiving, when your lips cant seem to find the right words!

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