Should I ever experience a narcissistic overload, therefore attempting to write my own autobiography and chances are, neverrrrr – my very first line would be: I might regret this… but what the heck!…
On February 20th, Nigerians witnessed the launch of A Journey in Service, a memoir detailing the life of a former military ruler. Now 83, he recounts his role in what can only be summarized as the country’s downward spiral—from senseless coups and executions that ignited a civil war to an election annulment that led to further bloodshed. And yet, on that day, he and his book were celebrated by the President and former Heads of State. The gall—the insult to the common Nigerian, past and present.
February also delivered a Hollywood tragedy straight out of The X-Files—a renowned actor, his wife, and their dog, all found dead in different parts of their home. No signs of forced entry. No carbon monoxide poisoning. No definitive time of death. A mystery worthy of the strangest conspiracy theories. Oh boy – February couldn’t get any crazier could it? Well Helz Yezzz!.
February 28th! The world witnessed what can only be described as the political equivalent of The Jerry Springer Show. Leader versus world leader. Or perhaps, world leader and his team going at leader – take your pick. No fists were thrown, but the number of jaws hitting the floor that day—including mine—was staggering. A day of pride for some, a day of disgrace for others. A moment in history remembered for ????… I’ll leave you to fill in the blanks.
Now, standing in the month of Martius, I can’t help but reflect on the sheer audacity of the past few weeks—from political theater to ongoing freakishly hot Lagos weather. And so, I ask: What more could you have in store for us, O month of March named after the Roman god offf … war?!
Pantheon smiles down,
From Fields of Mars spectating
His month unfolding
Its Haibun Monday on dVerse and its all about how you interpret “March Madness”. This piece was fun for me! Based on my view of the term “March madness” I got the chance to unclog all the frustration that came with previous month of February 😁.
March is here and I personally choose to be positive and prayerful about what’s ahead.
Cheers! 🙂
Looking back at the early 2000s, it was a blast with punk music and cool chatrooms. Leaving home for Ife was memorable, even if I wasn’t as wild as I thought!
The early 2000’s when punk and alternative rock put you on a natural high and yahoo chatrooms didn’t have so many “crazies”… The world had started shrinking and you could ACTUALLY make a friend or two from across the many seas. I did…
In 2005, I had my first experience leaving the Lagos nest to live alone, wild and free in the city of Ife. Who am I fooling?! I wasn’t that wild, but it was fun and unforgettable. Food was cheap, the air was clean and my then job had me chilling half the time… I made a few mistakes there though and so for that reason I would relive that time in order to correct few decisions of mine.
I would choose to spend a day living the life of people I DO NOT understand in the hope that after a day of walking in their shoes I would empathize… or not! 😉
From dripping sweat
to anger’s boiling blood
From breaking wind
to dust to dust returned,
Save combustion…
yet “burning” with passion
All embracing
All Elements are we
A lay man’s expression of what Yogis have preached all this time…
inspired by todays prompt over at dverse – Tuesday Poetics: The Four Elements
This word is an enabler I say! Recently there’s just been too many people going around issuing other people’s gist without proper fact checking. All because of this ONE adverb.
Did I ever have what it took?
Or was within me a spirit, now fled – leaving my body once “All” he had said?
Even now the words fight to come out as inspiration visits in trickles.
Laying down, eyes wide open; body heavy laden… my mind is numbed by nothingness that fogs it.
O return to me better days of story and rythmn and song. Let me feel completeness again as I create; that readers may devour of my imagination…
Yep! its also me right here 🙂
Blessed day! 😉
Hello! 🙂
Its been a while and although I have soooomuch material I am yet to publish in this space of mine, I have today a word that was impressed upon my heart and that I would just LOVE to share with you.
I know a lot of us go through the challenge of guilt, the past is never truly forgotten. Lately I have begun a new transition in my faith- No, I’m not becoming a pastor or anything but I have decided for a tighter relationship with my maker. Anyway, it so happens that recently I was basking in the beauty of my renewed relationship with Christ when I let my guilt get the best of me and off I went on a pity party!
“How can I call myself a child of God with all the baggage in my past?”
Why do we do that to ourselves?!…
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A lot of us hear the word “Genius” and the first thought that comes to mind is “a person with an abnormally high IQ”- True, …but how many of us know the original meaning of the word?
According to ancient Roman mythology the Genius (plural in Latin genii) was said to have been the guiding spirit or Tutelary (a deity or spirit who is a guardian, patron or protector) of a person, family, nation, culture or occupation… Well it can be said that in today’s world blogging has become a sort of culture and to some extent an occupation for most. Sadly a lot of bloggers (such as yours truly) tend to battle a lot with “Writer’s block”.
I was introduced to the video below about a month and a half ago but never really paid attention to the power of the message until today- In it Elizabeth Gilbert, Author of the Book “Eat, Pray, Love” gives a TedTalk titled “Your elusive creative Genius“, educating people on the power of the Artistic Genius.
It spoke to me as a writer and poet …well not the aspiring professional writer/poet type, just the type who posts what she can, when she can 🙂
I hope Gilbert’s presentation speaks to you too….
ENJOY! 🙂 Now did you REALLY watch it? 😉
Perhaps I should throw in a pop quiz just to be sure! 😛
Anyway, after listening to Elizabeth Gilbert’s message I basically developed a whole new perspective of the term “Writer’s Block”, and a less defeatist attitude towards it.
… Be it Muse, Genius or Tetulary, I prefer the idea that we writers of any kind aren’t the ones carrying the burden of creativity, we just need to be open to the spirit(s) that guides us towards the path and when they don’t show up to inspire us when expected, we ought not despair! It only means they’ve got something super HOT steering, thus patience is required.
However, this form of logic also makes me wonder… “What spirit guides me when I write my pieces?” … Do you know what spirits guide you?… 😐
Thanks for stopping by! And thanks “Genius” for such a wonderful contribution …hehe!
Cheers yal! 🙂
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Two years ago today due to a case of pancreatic cancer, my Pa left me and the family for where I think is THE BEST place NOT on Earth.
Below we have 2 songs that remind me of him- Why?
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Lyrics:
it was only one hour ago
it was all so different then
there’s nothing yet has really sunk in
it seems like it always did
this flesh and bone
is just the way that we are tied in
now there’s no-one home
i grieve for you
you leave me
it’s so hard to move on
still loving what’s gone
they say life carries on
they say life carries on and on and on and on
the news that truly shocks is the empty, empty page
while the final rattle rocks its empty, empty cage
and i can’t handle this
i grieve for you
and you leave me
let it out and move on
missing what’s gone
they say life carries on
they say life carries on and on and on
life carries on
in the people i meet
in everyone that’s out on the street
in all the dogs and cats
in the flies and rats
in the rot and the rust
in the ashes and the dust
life carries on and on and on and on
life carries on and on and on
it’s just the car that we ride in
the home we reside in
the face that we hide in
the way we are tied in
life carries on and on and on and on
life carries on and on and on
did i dream this belief?
or did i believe this dream?
now i can find relief
i grieve
Listening to these songs I am reminded that:
Its true that Papa’s absence is felt, but so is his presence…. in the hearts and memories of those who loved him….
Festival King 