Life is dappled
Its shear fatuousness to deny this
Take a trip
Walk along the path of life
Treasures of no measure can be gotten
Pleasure and pain all abounding
Life is dappled
Life is dappled
Men and women
Poor and rich
All threading this part
Lonely we can be
Jolly friends of years torn asunder
Life is dappled
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Life is dappled
Its shear fatuousness to deny this
Take a trip
Walk along the path of life
Treasures of no measure can be gotten
Pleasure and pain all abounding
Life is dappled
Life is dappled
Men and women
Poor and rich
All threading this part
Lonely we can be
Jolly friends of years torn asunder
Life is dappled
Its shear fatuousness to deny this
Take a trip
Walk along the path of life
Treasures of no measure can be gotten
Pleasure and pain all abounding
Life is dappled
Life is dappled
Men and women
Poor and rich
All threading this part
Lonely we can be
Jolly friends of years torn asunder
Life is dappled
Sunday, April 19, 2009
This long silence must be broken
Many things has happened between my last post and today, the calendar as gone a full cycle since then, we have witnessed so many events, that we have forgotten some. i can count my blessings today, the biggest blessing is, I'm alive. i have been quite silent for this period, either due to work, change in location, the effects of men of the underworld who deprived me of my laptop nearly a year ago. i woke up this morning and decided the long silence must be broken. things are happening all around me that makes me uncomfortable.
in my country Nigeria we have a president who is almost invisible, if he suddenly falls out of sight would we miss him? i don't think so. Niger-Delta crises is still looming, money is embezzled in their millions. politicians are at each others throat, tribunals, re-run elections... it is tiring, in fact brain fatiguing to follow all this merry go round in Nigerian politics.
not to miss out what stands to be the most hilarious of the all political drama happening all over the nook and crannies of my country, this so called comrade governor woke up one morning- i believe on the wrong side of the bed- and increased the tax of all businesses and workers in the state, in this time of economy depression!! can you imagine.
so when i decided to come back from my unscheduled sabbatical you should understand why. too many things which can deafen ones ear, if heard is happening and its pathetic to note that we don't have leaders.
tell me whats the good of taking pains to wash a pig clean when you know it will return to the mud? that's what we are doing now, we are re-branding a sepulchre in Nigeria! no matter how beautiful the outside is, the inside is rotten.
I'm back, the sun must shine again!!!
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
on a journey in a rickety...
Some weeks ago myself and my fiancée had to travel to a neighbouring town about 25minutes away, to be able to attend to some pending issues and spend the weekend with our friends residing there.
Well, we packed the things we need and nothing much really, since we would be spending a night there, but really we all know that the overnight bag a lady will pack will equal the bag a guy will pack for 4 days out of town journey. I am not complaining that my fiancée had much to carry compared with me whose major load was my laptop!
We got to the garage (Nigerian parlance for bus point, where passengers board buses travelling to different locations); really you have no choice of which bus to board since they are all on a queue, and each bus as to wait its turn. So you the passenger would have to take the available bus, that is loading at that point, or else you wait for an unpredictable length of time.
So we boarded the available bus, the words to describe it eludes me, but all I can say is that it's lived long past its age of viability. The word rickety hardly describes it; it was a vehicle that had had its initial design altered beyond recognition, the wiring system, its ignition and engine had all being tampered with a one point or the other.
We embarked on this journey in this metal held together by unforeseen forces, and it coughed and spluttered to life. Within 4 minutes of starting the journey, the rear seats which were never part of the original design of the vehicle was filled with smoke emanating from the engine I was sitting atop in front alongside the driver and my fiancée!
As if that was not enough, the driver had to make forward jerking movements whenever we are ascending a hill all in a bid to get the vehicle to the top of the hill. All I could do was hope and pray we arrived at our destination safely. Ha! Nearly forgot to inform you, to get out of that bus you have to do it slow motion style or else your cloth will be caught on the angry looking metals sticking out of the bus frame.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Transport Billing in naija
What determines how much we pay as transport fare is unknown to me. Initially I thought it was the distance covered but alas I am confounded each time I am on a trip within or outside Lagos and the many other cities in Nigeria.
You get to the park this morning you get a bus heading to Ibadan for example, you board it for say two hundred naira, you can come back later in the day and board the same bus heading to Ibadan for twice the morning price, and the reason cannot be fathomed.
My personal experience, some few days ago I was leaving Lagos after spending a hellish 48 hours within the metropolis; really Lagos is a Pandora box. How I survived growing up within the reach of the jaws of lion called Lagos is right now beyond my comprehension. Like I was saying I got to the park and was informed the fare I would pay if I travelling to Ibadan is 400 naira, I was wondering what was happening, I moved a bit further down I got another bus saying I should pay 350, this bus I am sure won’t fly through the hold-up that is purported as the reason for the hike in transport fare. I moved further down and the further I moved away from the initial point the cheaper the fare became and I am quite certain, this other buses won’t pass through another route. I finally got a sole (privately owned cars trying to make quick money) car and I paid 200 to get myself to Ibadan!
I was so comfortable that, I got to type this in the car. Given, I have heard of many stories of how people who boarded such vehicles where robbed, killed or taken away and never found, but what do I do?
O! I was nearly forgetting to say this; there was hold-up between Lagos and Ibadan, caused by the impatince of motorist and we where in that hold up for barely 20 minuts!! So you see what I am saying.
We are simply being exploited. It’s so sad but alas what do we do?
The society is froth with all sorts of imbalances due to our greediness.
You get to the park this morning you get a bus heading to Ibadan for example, you board it for say two hundred naira, you can come back later in the day and board the same bus heading to Ibadan for twice the morning price, and the reason cannot be fathomed.
My personal experience, some few days ago I was leaving Lagos after spending a hellish 48 hours within the metropolis; really Lagos is a Pandora box. How I survived growing up within the reach of the jaws of lion called Lagos is right now beyond my comprehension. Like I was saying I got to the park and was informed the fare I would pay if I travelling to Ibadan is 400 naira, I was wondering what was happening, I moved a bit further down I got another bus saying I should pay 350, this bus I am sure won’t fly through the hold-up that is purported as the reason for the hike in transport fare. I moved further down and the further I moved away from the initial point the cheaper the fare became and I am quite certain, this other buses won’t pass through another route. I finally got a sole (privately owned cars trying to make quick money) car and I paid 200 to get myself to Ibadan!
I was so comfortable that, I got to type this in the car. Given, I have heard of many stories of how people who boarded such vehicles where robbed, killed or taken away and never found, but what do I do?
O! I was nearly forgetting to say this; there was hold-up between Lagos and Ibadan, caused by the impatince of motorist and we where in that hold up for barely 20 minuts!! So you see what I am saying.
We are simply being exploited. It’s so sad but alas what do we do?
The society is froth with all sorts of imbalances due to our greediness.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
What about this medicine?
I remember the year 2002, I was in my 3rd year in med school. Yes I remember, my class was preparing for the 2nd in-course exam in biochemistry and I fell ill. Ha! That was it, I had already sunk my first in-course in the mud, this is the one I was banking on; to get myself out of the doldrums, and alas I became ill. Fever, headache, joint pains, anorexia and vomiting, it was like the world was collapsing on my shoulders.
I thought I will be back on my feet within twenty four hours, but no! I was still laying on my bed shivering, teeth chattering; can you believe this- I was still reading, preparing for this so called in-course. I had taken antipyretics and antimalaria drugs, I was still anorexic yet burning up the glucose reserve very fast. I wasn’t ready for any form of hospitalization. Twenty-four hours to the test, I was still under the cover of my duvet, sweating profusely.
The night before the in-course, my fellow discussion group members moved the discussion to my room; while one was tepid sponging me, another was calling out to me intermittently to see if I was still very much conscious.
I ask myself today -four years after- why did I take such risk. Why didn’t it ever cross my mind, I could simply die? I mean what is it with this medicine?
What is it?
I remember the year 2002, I was in my 3rd year in med school. Yes I remember, my class was preparing for the 2nd in-course exam in biochemistry and I fell ill. Ha! That was it, I had already sunk my first in-course in the mud, this is the one I was banking on; to get myself out of the doldrums, and alas I became ill. Fever, headache, joint pains, anorexia and vomiting, it was like the world was collapsing on my shoulders.
I thought I will be back on my feet within twenty four hours, but no! I was still laying on my bed shivering, teeth chattering; can you believe this- I was still reading, preparing for this so called in-course. I had taken antipyretics and antimalaria drugs, I was still anorexic yet burning up the glucose reserve very fast. I wasn’t ready for any form of hospitalization. Twenty-four hours to the test, I was still under the cover of my duvet, sweating profusely.
The night before the in-course, my fellow discussion group members moved the discussion to my room; while one was tepid sponging me, another was calling out to me intermittently to see if I was still very much conscious.
I ask myself today -four years after- why did I take such risk. Why didn’t it ever cross my mind, I could simply die? I mean what is it with this medicine?
What is it?
THINKING THE XX PATTERN
Confusion reigns, here I am hearing different voices at the same time saying the same thing at the same time. I am not insane that I know. Each declaring to me, their love, unending love, a love without limitation; each willing to go all the way, so it seems, but which voice do I follow? To whose side do I drift, which will last all the way to the end of the pages of life?
I know what I want, I see the traits in each but I ask, am I being fooled or is it just too true for me to believe? I had always had that picture of the perfect gentleman I will finally marry, to whom I will cling for the rest of my life, one who will be a friend, a father and a confidant. I had always pictured him in my mind. I can see him right now in my minds eye; but it’s being blurred by the faces of those I see in reality of it all. Wait I do not mean my mind’s picture is not real, just that everything seems to be blurred all over again.
It is not about been choosy or just been plain indecisive about the whole issue, because every one of them expects me to give a favourable answer, alas it is impossible. I do not want to step on toes of people I consider my friend but what do I do? I am stuck right in the middle of this meddlesome lot.
Hmm… what do I do? What do I do? Think, think think, kind of like I am drawing blanks here. I have to will my mind to do the thinking; I need to reach a conclusion right now to know my next course of action, what it will be like.
I know what I want, I see the traits in each but I ask, am I being fooled or is it just too true for me to believe? I had always had that picture of the perfect gentleman I will finally marry, to whom I will cling for the rest of my life, one who will be a friend, a father and a confidant. I had always pictured him in my mind. I can see him right now in my minds eye; but it’s being blurred by the faces of those I see in reality of it all. Wait I do not mean my mind’s picture is not real, just that everything seems to be blurred all over again.
It is not about been choosy or just been plain indecisive about the whole issue, because every one of them expects me to give a favourable answer, alas it is impossible. I do not want to step on toes of people I consider my friend but what do I do? I am stuck right in the middle of this meddlesome lot.
Hmm… what do I do? What do I do? Think, think think, kind of like I am drawing blanks here. I have to will my mind to do the thinking; I need to reach a conclusion right now to know my next course of action, what it will be like.
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