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An adaptation of your words. 

A chronology of my thoughts.

Perceptions. Illustrations. 

Personal musings. 

 Intimate feelings. 

My dream-like fantasies.

 My would-have realities.

 A collection of my inner conversations. 

A grapple of the situation. 

A mini-literature centre. 

Comfort from one to another. 

These are my thoughts so far. 

The Last Bit

And again, it happened! Just when we got comfortable about flying, just when we thought, “I’d just go by air, its quicker, its relatively safe now and its faster”…It hits us again and boom! It’s another airplane disaster! This time killing over 153 people abound and another 9 on ground. To what do we attribute this? The airline Managers? The Pilots? The Nigerian “patch-n-go” system? Our Leaders? The unreliable emergency system? The Nigerian populace and our defeatist mentality? Who exactly can we blame? Who do we point fingers at? This crash hit home in so many ways. I lost colleagues…I lost a dear client- even though in her lifetime, I thought her troublesome, I lost friends of friends, I lost fathers to childhood friends, and some way or other we lost people we thought barely there but as the 6degree of separation reminds us, we are somewhat connected…and so it hurts! In my moment of morbid thinking, I put myself in Ijeoma’s shoes. She went for a friend’s wedding….I can do same. She had fun on the Saturday of the wedding, probably had a drink or two and danced her heart out, she have taken memorable pictures and shared with her friends on BB. She maybe, even updated her BB display profile stating how much fun she’s having. Her shoes may have hurt ‘cos as a girl you have to look good at that wedding, her tailor may have ruined her dress last minute, her mascara brush may have broken, a fibre nail may have cracked on her index finger, she may have been worried about not getting her friend the right gift, Her sister may have called her to tell her to buy her ‘Kilishi” but she randomly said she’d call her back, she may have flirted stylishly with the man who sat next to her at the party…..All of this was barely 24hours to the end. She have heard a baby crying at the Airport Lounge and said to herself, she will make things right with her man when she gets back to Lagos, she may have wanted to return her sister’s call from the day before, She may have planned to finish reading that novel before she gets off the plane. She may have had deadlines to submit at work on Monday morning. She may have wanted to do something for her Nan in the village….So much planned only to have it all cut short unknowingly. Emphasis on the word, UNKNOWINGLY. We never know when that last moment will come upon us. Some relatives claim their dead know days or even moments before it comes, but the simple truth is even if we know, we never make adequate plans for it. Death is inevitable, so they say, but life is inimitable too. It’s only ONE subscribed to an individual, its given- one each to one person and as much as we live this life to its fullest, lets make sure we leave good marks in the other person’s. We are mutually dependent on one another anyways. It’s what we owe ourselves as humans, it’s what we owe our legacy and it’s what we ultimately owe GOD! Death is a 5-lettered word but so also is PEACE, which is what we can only pray the victims of the ill-fated Dana Airline experience a few seconds to the command “SHUT DOWN LIFE”, and again its what we pray the grieving get, sooner than later! God rest the souls of the departed! Amen!!!

An Ode to My Favourite Men

This is wishing you all Happy Father's Day in advance!


So here goes…


To the Man who grew up as a young boy with no role-model to tow.


To the Man with a powerful mind, creative thoughts and hands to the plow.


To the Man with fire in his soul, depth in his mind, passion in his eyes and a focus on his dreams.


To Men who exude courage, faith, hope and strength even when, especially when it is less than it seems.


To the Man with a committed heart, enviable character, a fierce fighter and a passionate lover.


To Men who hold their place with a woman who's a mover.


To Men who still know how to cry and understand it is never weakness to shed tears.


To the Man who still loves even when his heart is close to sears.


To the Man who loves, adores, trusts, supports and fights for his woman.


To Men who bow their heads in the place of worship to the Sovereign One whose not human.


To the Man who raises his fist in defense of his wife, his daughter, his sister, his mother, his grandmother.


To the Man who's a pace setter to his son, his niece, his sister, his brother.


To Men who handle their business, watch for the signs and are intuitive enough to know when to plant again.


To the Man who doesn't sell short 'coz he drives a hard bargain.


To the Man who is a friend, a brother, an uncle, a daddy, a mentor, a pastor, a boyfriend, a husband.


To the Man who works the 9-6 and yet is not too tired to ‘69’ with his wife.


To the Man who knows never to abandon his family, not on his life...


To the Man with healing in his eyes, faith in his voice, character in his laughter, sincerity in his tone, integrity in his deeds and a twinkle in his smile.


To his baritone voice, his crusty laugh, his ample girth, his callused knuckles, his rough palms, his steady grip, his supporting shoulder, his rippling ‘ceps, his long strides…


To his compassionate heart, his heartfelt hugs, his meaningful conversations, his shared perspective, his battles (won and lost) his divine direction, his uncompromising faith, his pure thoughts, his empty threats (lool) …


To his intents, his purpose, his words, his vibes, his appeal, his intense attraction..


To his values, his person, his essence…the definition of him.


To all he was, is and ever will be…


To the Man who raised me, cuddled me, fed me, loved me, bathed me as a child me and whipped me when I misbehaved as a young adult..


To the Man who raised me to be the woman I am today, taught me to cook my first soup, wash a car, balance my checkbook, siphon fuel from a car, gave me my first Life Lessons, taught me how to iron a shirt and was a standard for any male man.


To the One who gives me inspiration daily, loves me unconditionally, sent His Son for me, teaches me to pray and commune with Him, guards and guides me…


To ALL MY FAVORITE MEN who have rubbed off on me, left me impressed, educated and ‘mis-educated’ me...


To the WOMEN with wonderful Daddies and brothers and husbands...


This goes out to y’all (Aspiring daddies, accomplished daddies, step daddies and ‘big’ daddies) and to the women who love you enough to make and wanna make babies with y'all…


Happy MASCULINE DAY!


HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!


Mucho love!