Tumultuous echoes of a dream
colourful-black, white but cream
consciously, subconsciously; they stream
in the euphoric sway I scream:
Leave my head; live my life.
Be my verve!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
dauran sights .......
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| road side boutique |
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| spare part of anything you want |
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| kifi(fish) |
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| limo..lol. best ride you can get. trust me i'd tried it and dit was awesome. |
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| shalaa (soyabeans cake) |
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| boutique haha |
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| you wan try |
dauran sights part 1
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| Assembly of goats |
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| camel |
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| dusty wind |
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| traditional hand design |
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| women coming from the market |
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| Aboki swagger lol! |
fears ...
Fears faced are won partially
if not totally. In battling with the fears
engulfing my existence, I feeble like
a child who had just broken a dish; peeing in his pants.
Each of these moments, I lose a life;
my soul dwindles.
But then i gain more life
as I face my fears
fearlessly fearing that tomorrow
I will have no fears but feared.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
problems
Problem smells everywhere. I’ve got problem with the world and it starts with me. Thinking straight had been difficult for me even though I’m trying so hard. I got problem thinking my neighbor is not courting evil. Not that I see him as a degenerated soul but like sugar attracts ants; he magnets trouble.
My neighbor on the right hand maliciously pounces around; swearing out loud. When asked what the matter was, he could only answer in this carefully spelt words “I WILL KIDNAP. Kill if anyone tries to stop me; this is my father’s land”.
You have to understand that my neighbor is a proper Niger Delta man who will not let those so called Bastards destroy the land his forefathers handed down to him. I wonder how my people will have to die in his struggle. Trying to understand his actually anguish wasn’t made possible because the settlement he gets from his struggle had accumulated into a well of oil in his stomach. He barely speaks audible these days but surely his actions speak louder.
My other neighbor has been out of work in like forever. He comes to me every now and then, for food and money which I give in good faith until he started ‘winning’ my stuffs. When caught, all he could say was that he never thought I’d have a problem with him borrowing my things. “It’s the devil’s work….I swear it will never happen again” he flatly said. I wonder if our criminal friends ever get tired of that line.
The following week, a neighbor invited me to a religious gathering. When we got there, we sat on a slim wooden bench in the spirit of worship. The pastor cladded in an Italian design blessed us with his expensive smile as his sermon goes on. After minutes of well-articulated lessons on faith and prosperity, the pastor said things nobody was going to interpret to me or anyone else in the gathering; an act called speaking in tongues. He narrated his vision sounding like mission. The summary is that the church needs a befitting mission house and means of transportation for evangelism purpose. He admonishes the congregation to work for the Lord and gain it back in 100 folds.
The members were clamouring to take part in the mission. My neighbor dropped all he had and pledged the wages he earned after weeks of hard labour. I had to pay his transport home and assisted him for weeks. When I couldn’t understand why he dropped his meager earnings, he reminded me that his pastor said the Lord will pay back in 100 folds. In arithmetic, he would probably be wallowing in millions by the time the Lord pays back. This makes sense especially if you are the Baba Ijebu type, only that my neighbor doesn’t quite understand literally and literary speaking context. The last time I saw him, he is actually feeding from hand to mouth. Payback is yet to come for him. If you try school him, he’d said “my pastor said that”. I found out that his pastor is always right; I left.
My politician neighbor is the messiah of some people. He goes about spraying money; our money. He is the king of boys. A title conferred on him for his numerous generousity towards the growth of the youths; from thugs to political thugs. Thanks to him, all those youths who show their delinquency on the street molesting the innocents, now have a profession (political assassins, thugs and election saboteurs). While these youths in politics (name to dignify their indignity) risk their lives, my politician neighbor’s children are overseas spending the sweats of tax payers; having their future secured.
He is also a renowned philanthropist donates expired food stuffs to the masses. His benevolent act had hospitalized many people but he can’t be held responsible, he is only trying to help. Just the other day, his boys were playing with grenades. Now I held some houses were razed.
I’ve got problem with loneliness so I got myself a companion; better called a roommate. We planned to have a good life together. She claims to be a feminist and I’m not the type to relegate women. But I discovered later that females tend to take their freedom too far. I came across a passage in Black Boy where women were described as “wild animals that needed to be tamed”. My roommate is surely wild! She has so much love to share and won’t hesitate to share among boys and girls alike.
She’d told me I wasn’t good enough but I bet she meant I couldn’t domesticate the wild animal in her. The only reason she’d put up with me in the first place was she needed shelter and cash. But now what she needed is more than I could ever provide so she moved to the guy next door. Apparently, the rich guy there has all it takes for now.
I tried to move on by burying myself in work but that too hadn’t been easy. Rumours of sack letters hang in the air, can’t tell who’s going next. While the executive members are busy misappropriating funds, we ordinary workers get sacked. My desk neighbor had just been sacked, soon it would be me. I’ve got problem with myself, neighbours, nation even existence itself. I only hope you don’t have a problem reading my longwindedly written problems.
My neighbor on the right hand maliciously pounces around; swearing out loud. When asked what the matter was, he could only answer in this carefully spelt words “I WILL KIDNAP. Kill if anyone tries to stop me; this is my father’s land”.
You have to understand that my neighbor is a proper Niger Delta man who will not let those so called Bastards destroy the land his forefathers handed down to him. I wonder how my people will have to die in his struggle. Trying to understand his actually anguish wasn’t made possible because the settlement he gets from his struggle had accumulated into a well of oil in his stomach. He barely speaks audible these days but surely his actions speak louder.
My other neighbor has been out of work in like forever. He comes to me every now and then, for food and money which I give in good faith until he started ‘winning’ my stuffs. When caught, all he could say was that he never thought I’d have a problem with him borrowing my things. “It’s the devil’s work….I swear it will never happen again” he flatly said. I wonder if our criminal friends ever get tired of that line.
The following week, a neighbor invited me to a religious gathering. When we got there, we sat on a slim wooden bench in the spirit of worship. The pastor cladded in an Italian design blessed us with his expensive smile as his sermon goes on. After minutes of well-articulated lessons on faith and prosperity, the pastor said things nobody was going to interpret to me or anyone else in the gathering; an act called speaking in tongues. He narrated his vision sounding like mission. The summary is that the church needs a befitting mission house and means of transportation for evangelism purpose. He admonishes the congregation to work for the Lord and gain it back in 100 folds.
The members were clamouring to take part in the mission. My neighbor dropped all he had and pledged the wages he earned after weeks of hard labour. I had to pay his transport home and assisted him for weeks. When I couldn’t understand why he dropped his meager earnings, he reminded me that his pastor said the Lord will pay back in 100 folds. In arithmetic, he would probably be wallowing in millions by the time the Lord pays back. This makes sense especially if you are the Baba Ijebu type, only that my neighbor doesn’t quite understand literally and literary speaking context. The last time I saw him, he is actually feeding from hand to mouth. Payback is yet to come for him. If you try school him, he’d said “my pastor said that”. I found out that his pastor is always right; I left.
My politician neighbor is the messiah of some people. He goes about spraying money; our money. He is the king of boys. A title conferred on him for his numerous generousity towards the growth of the youths; from thugs to political thugs. Thanks to him, all those youths who show their delinquency on the street molesting the innocents, now have a profession (political assassins, thugs and election saboteurs). While these youths in politics (name to dignify their indignity) risk their lives, my politician neighbor’s children are overseas spending the sweats of tax payers; having their future secured.
He is also a renowned philanthropist donates expired food stuffs to the masses. His benevolent act had hospitalized many people but he can’t be held responsible, he is only trying to help. Just the other day, his boys were playing with grenades. Now I held some houses were razed.
I’ve got problem with loneliness so I got myself a companion; better called a roommate. We planned to have a good life together. She claims to be a feminist and I’m not the type to relegate women. But I discovered later that females tend to take their freedom too far. I came across a passage in Black Boy where women were described as “wild animals that needed to be tamed”. My roommate is surely wild! She has so much love to share and won’t hesitate to share among boys and girls alike.
She’d told me I wasn’t good enough but I bet she meant I couldn’t domesticate the wild animal in her. The only reason she’d put up with me in the first place was she needed shelter and cash. But now what she needed is more than I could ever provide so she moved to the guy next door. Apparently, the rich guy there has all it takes for now.
I tried to move on by burying myself in work but that too hadn’t been easy. Rumours of sack letters hang in the air, can’t tell who’s going next. While the executive members are busy misappropriating funds, we ordinary workers get sacked. My desk neighbor had just been sacked, soon it would be me. I’ve got problem with myself, neighbours, nation even existence itself. I only hope you don’t have a problem reading my longwindedly written problems.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
simple life
Life couldn’t be any simpler when all you need do is wake, eat, play, “love”, sleep. Working is just something you could do; a choice seldom made. And those who make such choice do so just for essentially daily bread, nothing more. No waste! Surely that is a pious advice.
Wake, eat, play, “love”, sleep as it is, is quite a huge job sometimes. Not everybody gets through with that daily.
Wake for a simple life can be around 10 am. He is the head man in charge. There is no need to rush out of bed. The day is going to be just exactly the same as yesterday. The nitty-gritties remain the same for each day. Everything is kept simple.
Eat comes with a N10 price, that’s all! T.D (tuwon dawa) and green soup, ba Nama, is such a delicious delicacy. Everyman, even middle class Almanjeri, can afford a plate. A pot of water is surely waiting you in those corners. Being refrigerated by nature itself, nobody needs to pay for a cup. Same cup everybody uses each time they stop by for a drink. You would like to know when last the water pot was washed. Never is the answer. By the time you’ve got N30 a day, you’re more than surviving.
Play is major. It can take as much time as you are willing to give. In this case, it’s like forever. Why deny yourself the only one thing that could possibly fill up your day? It will be a shame to waste such lovely shade Dogo Yaro trees provide so lying under the tree all day long with a couple of jobless or seemingly job engaged friends is perfect. Seemingly job engaged since his tray of Goro only decreases because it aids there chatting. Most of the Goro goes for free. Can he do anything when only Allah brings profit? Play has no limit even if it’s to toss around in the soil, it’s still called play. And age doesn’t come in to play.
“Love”. OMG! Nothing could ever be greater. It is natural. Never too much especially when you have enough to share and get back. Nothing like unrequited love around here. You have no choice even if you do, it will only be in your head. Your actions must comply with the expected norms. A girl is nurtured from birth to respect her husband and totally submit to him. She’s reared for it! A man is entitled to up to four channel of pleasure. Allots a time for each one of them. No quarrel; no squabbles. If his strength would fail him, Magani (drugs) will do the magic.
Sleep ends the day. And such day could end 2 am second morning, not unless you don’t want to finish your rounds around the hut. You determine when your day ends don’t you?
Hardly do you find work on the list or at least not what would be recognized as work in the complicated life. It’s surely a simple life around here. The head of the house sets a table in front of his house displaying few leafs of vegetable, little seeds of tomatoes, onion and groundnut spices. All his capital is just around N500 and has sold nothing in the last two days. He is not bother. He’s got no bills to pay; children fend for their selves, wives are on their own. The N50 he dropped two days ago should carry the women for three more days and he still got another N50 stashed in his Baba Riga. Sugar cane is free, his brother sells that. What else could he be looking for then?
Begging is such a lucrative business. If you know multiplication a bit, then you know N1 could multiply well in numbers. Unless there is shortage of cheerful givers, you’d never run out of business. That much, cheerful givers could easily give N30 out and that has covered a day. No aspiration whatsoever. Why aspire when your life isn’t owned by you? Collecting Sadaka is perfect. Blessed are the cheerful givers! Meaning there must be a taker.
Here is the taker-SIMPLE LIFE!
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