stories&nuggets

He took me out to dinner at this fancy restaurant I've always wanted to visit. While eating, he talked excitedly and passionately about the contract he just finally got signed unto.  I could feel the ecstasy even though I was just a listener. It was as though I got the contract too. Just after we ordered for desert, he handed me a shopping voucher worth five zeros for Christmas. There was an awkward silence as I stared at the piece of paper in my hand with a smirk on my face. He asked me why I wasn't excited about it, that I deserved it because I was patient with him through the lowest of times. Thoughts ran through my head while he spoke words I couldn't hear. He never noticed the eye bags sitting beneath my lids or the fact that my collar bones were more visible. He never asked about my presentation at work or if my mini-surgery was successful. He was even surprised about the scar on my arm and asked what had happened there. Now he hands me a voucher and expects me ...

We are all first humans  before we are any other thing; men, women, men with fragile ego, women with rights, adults with uncommon sexual attractions towards the same-sex or opposite-sex who may be majors or minors, Christians,  Muslims, Buddhist, traditionalist, aethists, black, white, mixed race, Igbos, Yorubas, and the other tribes too minor to be considered for developmental opportunities We were all just humans before some of us decided to create rules that segregate and blame it on nature We were all just humans before nature decided some genes should carry darker shades than others We were all just humans before some of us got tired and decided to fight for recognition, to be heard,  not to be the underling at least and at most to be equal, just humans but then ended up fighting for more; to be the major (making them exactly what they fought against) It is the human nature that made us whoever we are acting out to be, not the sects and classes but th...

The earliest I could remember about childhood was the part where my mother taught me the names with which to identify the different parts of my body. I was taught the eyes;  the two identical black and white balls stuck at the top right and left side of my face which I used to see. Next was the nose, then the mouth, teeth, tongue, ears, legs, hands, novel, breast and bumbum. That was all. Kindergarten was pretty much same. Then in nursery school we got to learn other parts like chin, ankle, jaw, shoulders, and so on I knew my teachers were missing out one part but I was too shy to ask. So I asked mum one evening while she was giving me a bath. "Mummy I want to wee-wee" I said. She waited a couple of seconds then told me to bend down so she could rinse that part of my body. As I bent down and stared at my wee-wee,  I seized the opportunity to ask "Mummy what is the name of this place" "Which place?" she asked, even when she saw the direction of my ...

"We are never what we've been through" Words I will never go back on. I was molested at childhood  An addict in teenage age Started smoking after High School Had midlife crisis at early adulthood Then I fell in love. I fell in love with my brother's girlfriend.  She was everything I wanted to be I thought the road was smooth for her So I asked to hear her Fairytale and she gracefully narrated a beautiful nightmare I would never forget. Her story was worse than mine but boy! how she told it was more beautiful than "happily ever after".  She turned all the roadblocks into new adventures and crossroads into new levels. The stones and thorns were but needle pricks she giggled about.  Then and only then did I realize that I write my story. I portray it the way I want.  I can be whatever I want. I decide to stay low or stand up.  I decide to laugh it off or suck it in Forever.  I decide to be beautiful, smart, happy, lively....

So I'm really reading 'the colour in these leaves' after one hell of  a day I'm surprisingly grateful for. First, the rains; off and on, on the journey to Then the drizzles on arrival Then the enquiries and the sloppy vendors Then more rain coupled with more run arounds (cos a wise man once said, "he that observes the cloud shall neither sow nor reap") There were also, The free ATMs and snappy dispensing The bank staffs comprised of 'the gossips', 'the non-chalant' and 'the enthusiast' Then back to offices, and phone calls, and meet-ups and fix-ups Lastly, the short rendezvous with a couple of folks and the the journey fro The cold breeze, rain showers and water splashes were just spices to my day. No offense taken at all Now back to the beginning of this tale Home at dusk to dinner, a hot wash and hot ginger tea in my favorite mug alongside 'The colour in these leaves - Room One'

Find your purpose. Stay on your lane Everyone is born into this world for a reason Just like every manufacturer creates artifacts for a purpose A comb is made to keep the hair neat A broom is made to sweep It is foolishness to use a comb to sweep or a broom to brush your hair Find your purpose. Stick to it. Everyone wants to go abroad Everyone wants to blog Every parent wants his/her child to read medicine Every youth wants to 'blow' I have only one thing to say Find your purpose and stick to it because at or before the end The manufacturer will discard every misused tool So I say to you again Find your purpose. Stick to it. Stay on your lane. Follow your script. Act your part. Thank you.