Tuesday, 8 December 2015



It definitely doesn't look like it now, but it will end in praise. The glory of this latter house shall be greater than the former.

If there were no uglies, beauties would not be noticed,
If there were no sicknesses, health wouldn't be appreciated,
If there were no down times, the great times wouldn't mean anything,
If there were no poor, the rich wouldn't feel privileged,
If there were no sadness, happiness wouldn't exist,
Just like if there were no darkness, light would seem too normal and have no value.

Gold goes through the fire, that beautiful pottery was once just mud, those magnificent architectural edifices were once sketches, that tall tree was once a tiny seed, that river or ocean was once a puddle...

Everything takes a process, just some longer than others. But the finished product speaks...



Using public buses in Lagos, especially for long distance trips is just torturous beyond words for me. There is absolutely nothing right with or about them.

To begin, 98% of drivers are suffering from psychosis, under the influence of drugs or (and) alcohol or are possessed by demons. I thought it's teachers' rewards that are in heaven? So why do those drivers act like they are teachers on a mission to get their rewards? And like I told one today, if he is in a haste to die, by all means, Nigeria and the world at large is over populated but I am team #snail on this one. I am not trying to die soon.

In their infinite wickedness, they could take one past one's stop, despite almost rupturing one's lungs and vomiting one's kidney screaming "owa ooo". Or worst still, drop one in the middle of a river like stagnant water (thanks to blocked or no drainages in Lagos) after it rains, with the excuse of "shebi na the bus stop be this" (That day at Ikeja along bus stop wasn't pleasant. It was either walk through the deep, dirty water or.... fly)

The conductors on the other hand are mostly dirty, smelly and rude, like they have a constitution which states how they must appear or be fired. I always avoid sitting at the extreme, close to the conductor because the armpit curse is real. When they begin to collect fares and give change, and their armpit comes over your face, your day will never be the same.

Then while in the bus, one is so squeezed, that sardines in this present economic situation have more room. The compression of humans and overloading bring about intense heat, second only to hell perhaps.

Like the situation is not bad enough, 99% of d buses are in terrible conditions, as they are vehicles from 1759AD. They leak when it rains, no windows or they are stuck. There are dangerous metals out to draw blood, as a result of bashings and no maintenance and as you are preoccupied with safeguarding your belongings from sharp thieves, you have to be bothered about HIV too!

Oh, how about the obnoxious sounds they make and fumes they emit!

Did I forget the "co-passengers"? Hygiene is a big problem for many. Some think because we are in the bus together makes us best friends. Some people even go ahead to fart in already hot and uncomfortable buses. What wickedness!

Then some others just scream so loudly, all in the name of making calls. I just slap them a billion times in my head! Some will cough or sneeze into your face, spit while giving unsolicited advice. Then there are those men or deranged perverts who try to or (and) actually tap current from females.

Now, I know we all can't be slim. Yours truely is a good example, but why must I be at the receiving end, with those bigger people pushing me with their rotund anatomy, almost squashing all my own fat out of me?

Going out in a bus and putting on a white attire is a big mistake cos on arrival to your destination, you and everyone will know it was once white...


In the book of Judges, chapter 14 precisely, Samson and his parents went to Timnah to get him a wife. While out, Samson came across a lion, which he tore with his bare hands and killed. His parents were not aware of that.

Few days later, on their way back, Samson checked the carcass of the lion, and found a swarm of bees and honey on it. He scooped some of the honey to eat and took some for his parents. They ate. END OF STORY!

Looking at this story, Samson confronted this lion on his own, no one knew about it, no one was there to help him. Perhaps, if people were around, they might not even help him, but watch in amazement.

However, when it was time to eat the honey, his parents enjoyed part of it. (The case of his parents is even justified). If other people were in their company, they would have enjoyed their share too.

When many people are battling their demons, facing challenges, hustling, struggling, etc, they are majorly on their own. This gives credence to the saying that "the journey up, or to success, is a very lonely one". There is usually very little or no help.
Alas, when others see that you are a little comfortable, or even still struggling, they begin to rare their heads, coming out to have their share of your sweat. Many even come across with "ENTITLEMENT MENTALITY", like you owe them anything.

If many consider the stress, hardship, insults or whatever that they pass through before getting their money, they won't give a dime to anyone. But then, the bible says "give and it shall be given unto you..."

Conclusively, there is time to give, and there is time to conserve. He who does not work, should not eat...

God bless those real hustlers, hardworking people, honest people, striving and toiling to make a living for themselves and their immediate family. May they enjoy the sweet fruits of their labour for a long time...

Monday, 2 November 2015


So, Segun and I were chatting, and he was lamenting on how much people tell lies and just feel the need to "form" or put up airs and appearances. He kept emphasizing on the fact that women do it more. While I kept arguing that it is on both parts and men are just as guilty as women, giving him different instances, I remembered a scene from May.

So I was at Heathrow airport, London, with my friends, on my way to Nigeria. I had to repack my bags and just by us were two guys, who had to repack too and one of my friends happened to know one of the guys. They kept talking to us in Yoruba and even helped us a bit. I realised one of them was traveling to Naija on the same airline as me. I checked my stuff in, got my pass and we said our goodbyes.

Fastfoward to 5:00am, I was at MMIA, Lagos, Nigeria, waiting for my family to pick me up. I saw the Yoruba guy from earlier. I then realised his dressing was not Nigeria appropriate, wondering why he had put on clothes for cold, knowing he was coming to Nigeria, considering how hot it can be here, but then, wetin be my own?
I would have focused on something else, but he kept pacing and moving from pillar to post. I could not but notice that he spoke so loudly in his "Brintinsh" accent (excuse my choice of spelling). At a point, probably because he wasn't satisfied with a particular service he got from where he bought something, he kept screaming *fu^k men*, *sh^t men*, *this country men*, while sweating profusely.

Trust my Naija people, there will surely be a peacemaker to settle problems. So one man went to this "Londoner" to pacify him. Maybe it was his tribal marks or original yoruba accent obvious under fake accent that gave him away as a Yoruba man, but Mr peacemaker spoke in Yoruba to Mr Londoner. Then it hit me that Mr Londoner was suffering from selective amnesia, as he kept replying Mr peacemaker in English, whereas in London, na so so Yoruba him dey speak.

This scene drew the attention of people around, that the airport staff near me were whispering " o sese de ni, o se land ni, wo dressing e, o gbo bo se n soro ni"? meaning "he just arrived, he just landed, notice the way he's dressed, don't you hear the way he's talking?

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I have seen some strange things, but none like this.
So I am at covenant university, ota, attending my brother's matriculation ceremony. While the vc was giving his address, a drama errupted just by my side. A man and a woman who came to felicitate with their individual wards got involved in an altercation, which became loud that it interrupted the vc's speech.

While we were still wondering why such will be exhibited in a decent gathering such as that, the next thing I saw was the man violently hitting the woman. He attacked her so viciously and many around had to tear him off her. It was like a scene from a street fight...

I was disgusted by such outright lack of decorum, decency, control, discipline, etc. Irrespective of what transpired between them, which I think could be as trivial as seat issues or any other very minute thing, there is no justification whatsoever for a man to hit any woman or vice versa, especially one unrelated to you.

In my opinion, that is exactly how the man abuses those around him and like my Yoruba elders say, character is like smoke, it can't but find a way out.

My people, tread carefully, BEASTS LIVE AMONGST US.

Tuesday, 22 September 2015


YOU alone are enough and YOU alone are worthy! The reason? Because you were born. YOU were and are NOT a mistake. There is a reason and calling for every single one. The issue is whether we embrace it or not. So, never let anyone bring you down...

The world is full of so much negativity, garbage, toxicity, status quo, pressure of conformity, etc. Fortunately though, we are all so unique and each of us represents the creativity and dynamism in God. Unfortunately, we see ourselves through the eyes of those who mean nothing.

People will try to bring us down, it is left for us to connect to our inner strength and lift ourselves us. People will talk badly about us no matter how much good we do, but it is left for us to develop selective hearing skills. People will push us, but it is left to us to activate our brakes.

Nobody can fix you, nobody can help you, nobody can complete you... It is all on you!


He who choses to fart because his mates are farting might just end up with faeces in his pants. The culture of blind and unintelligent followership, status quo, crowd mentality, copycatting, imitation, conformity (and whatever adjectives drive home the point) has turned ours to a society of mediocres.

We dwell in an era where there abounds a bunch of followers of trends and no visionary leaders, an era when shallowness and outright vanity have become celebrated.
Originality, realness, intelligence and the likes seem to be sliding into oblivion.
The pressure or need to belong, keep up and blend at whatever cost or rate is alarming.
Every Tom, Dick and Harry wants to live on the fast lane, want the fab life but the 'old fashion' legitimate and hard work way is just too 'long, bushy and stale'.

That seems to be one reason why there are more musicians than listeners in this country, screaming loud, vulgar, uncoordinated and unpleasant things about, because it is the 'inthing' and music sells.

Wizkid and Davido are making it: are you talented in music?

Pastors are living large and flying private jets: are you called?

Crop tops are in vogue: do they look good on you?

The point is that people should never be afraid to be different or stand out positively. Impactful people, revolutionaries, pace setters never 'went with the flow'. People should do things because they are sincerely passionate about them or called. The sincere passion or calling is what seperates the Gehazis from the Elishas.


While some people are takers (beggars) and derive pleasure in that, I chose to be a giver. Those takers have been so configured that their default tone and tune is "I don't have shishi", "I am poor", etc, forgetting that the hand of the giver is always above, as givers never lack.

These takers are not necessarily so because they always lack, but because it is a culture for them.
Remember the poor widow in the bible who gave very little, yet gave the most. All those who got from God released something first and got much more than they gave in return. That is why it is said that it is more blessed to give than to receive.

Have you seen or can u imagine a toilet that has no outlet? Have you seen roads without drainages? Have u seen a dumpsite not incinerated? MESSY. Accumulation without release, leads to constipation, whatever takes in and in without some form of release might just end up bursting. No one in history has ever been recognized or honoured for being a taker, but givers are those who posterity remember.

In simpler terms whatever doesn't have an outlet leads to filth, stagnation & sometimes destruction. Even our bodies have outlets e.g nose for breathing in and OUT. Taking in air without letting out spells doom. Also, anyone who eats and eats without passing out the excess through feaces is in trouble.

It is a great privilege to be a givers my people. Why be a swamp (stagnant, dependent upon other natural waters like rivers, seas and mosquitoes breeding), when you can be an ocean (too large, flowing, source of other waters, integral to all known life, determinant of weather, unknown source, habitat for millions of creatures)? Be a channel, not a dam...

Monday, 23 March 2015


So yesterday, I was minding my business when a woman approached me with her two girls. One was a toddler and the other couldn't be more than 7 years of age. The woman needed to ask me something, but there was a gap in communication, as she was a non English speaker. I kept trying to decipher what she was saying, till her daughter who I said was about 7 came in as our interpreter. She relayed my message fluently to her mother in their God knows what language and spoke back to me fluently in English.

I looked on with a smile as they left and flashed back to my visit to Manchester, where I met an adorable and impressive little man named Ayomikun, a six year old boy. Though Ayomikun was born in the UK and has never been to Nigeria, the Yoruba he spoke was very impressive for his status and profile. On entering the living room on his arrival from school, he prostrated and said "E Kule ma", "E Kule sir" in his British accent. I couldnt help but smile. He could speak a very reasonable amount of yoruba and even said random things in Yoruba. I had to commend his mother for such impressive work.

Now, we have those who were born, bred and even buttered in Nigeria who cannot speak a sentence of Yoruba or their tribal message. While I do not play the role of a judge, as I myself have been in the category of Yoruba girls who couldn't speak Yoruba when I was younger, I think language is very important and is indeed a powerful tool. I realised the power in speaking the local dialects one Saturday morning in Lagos, where my ability to speak Yoruba and be humble, saved me and two igbo friends from what could have been a terrible experience.

Though, English language is one of the most widely spoken languages worldwide, it is extremely rare, if not impossible, to see a French, Spanish, German, Japanese, Chinese, or whatever nationality or foreign ethnicity child who cannot speak their national or native language besides English. My Nigerian compatriots on the other hand, with our chronic history of inferiority complex and absurd culture of anything foreign is superior, think it is a thing of pride or class for a child to be a cultural ignoramus.

The real class lies in the ability of a child to speak or know his native language and culture, at the same time, be able to speak English fluently. Even if they can't speak fluently, parents should endeavour their children know a bit of their onions, at least, they should understand, so as not to be sold with their language.

Tuesday, 24 February 2015


I am a mess;
I bodge many times.
I fall short of my expectations,
And even more importantly, God's.
I make resolutions I don't keep,
I strive to be a better person; but in fact, I become worse.
I cringe at what I am, at what I have become...
Nothing seems to make sense.
Where is my peace? Where is my joy?
I look in the mirror; the image is unfamiliar and even not pretty.
I cry sometimes,
I shake my head some others
Or simply just ignore.
I am just a lost cause,
In every way unworthy...
Then it's all fear and darkness,
Filth and guilt...
But just then,
Like a flash,
I heard within me,
"You are not a lost cause,
Not because you are worthy, but then, I am faithful.
And my faithfulness makes you worthy...
I haven't and won't give up on you.
I say you can do all things with and through me,
That if you know me, you'll do exploits.
I say you can fall and fall and fall,
But you must rise because my arms are always open.
Oh you think you are terrible?
Look at the Israelites...
I loved them, gave them all, they were mine, but over and over, they showed me I wasn't theirs.
But no matter what, I still brought them close; because I am their father and love them unconditionally...
So are you to me.
You are great, excellent, beautiful. I put so much in you so never you think less or let the opinions of others count.
You just fix your eyes on me,
The manufacturer of a product knows it's value and defines its potential,
I am your creator and know what I put in you.
Before I formed you, I knew all you could ever be...
Te entirety of your being, I know.  
You are a masterpiece, an original design.
I do not operate according to you but according to my unlimitedness...
So get your eyes off the facts because facts are different from truths and your truth translates to your reality.
So if I tell you fly, you just lift yourself off the ground in a jump and I will figure out how the wings come on you... Don't worry your little head...
Just set your eyes on me and do your best. Go at your pace and watch as I make you soar like an eagle...
And you said you are a mess?
Well, works in progress look messy, but the finished products? WORLD CLASS
So yes, you are a hot mess.
But as it is in my word, the glory of the latter you, shall be greater than your former,
And eyes have not seen, ears have not heard, nor has it entered the hearts of men, the things I have prepared for you.
Just obey and serve, you shall spend your days in prosperity and your years in pleasures..."