Self Awareness

The self is an important phenomenon. It is 100 percent your purpose.
With the influx of social media and information overload,
A lot of people want to be something or someone they are not.
This is a dangerous path without the context of realizing who you already are.
Everything you need to be successful is already a part of who you are.
The reward to self-awareness comes from hard work in harnessing who you are
There is no reward in working hard to be something or someone you aren't
Just because you can identify with a narrative does not mean that's who you are.

Action Points
Spend less time on social media and more time alone
Dwell on your own thoughts and less on what people think of you
Take a pen and paper. Write down these questions.
Who am I?
Why am I here?

Ask at least five (5) people that are closest to you
What do you think I like?
What do you think I'm good at?

Until we answer these questions, we are not on the path to figuring the self out.
I don't have the answers. I'm just a brother on the journey.

FOREVER

 

Forever is not enough to spend time with you

We are constantly in sync almost like Siamese 

Crazy enough to disagree on everything 

Accepting enough to understand each other 

When I'm right here I want it to last a lifetime

Of silent conversations and pleasant disturbance

Of forced feeding and pleasant surprises 

Of mutual caring and passionate heartbeat

It takes a lifetime to find a soulmate

Barely possible to find perfection 

But we have a spark that explodes into a fire

If this spark ends know that the fire kept burning

The cozy nights and warm affections 

All that may be or may not be 

It is beyond us but we hold this space 

Deep within till forever ends 

HOWAY THE LONG HIATUS

There was a time
When pen was all I had
My tool for craft and disaster
A form of expression irrespective
A place where I composed
My medium to create
Some prose were polished art
Others were plain mediocre
Or at least so I thought,
I could never be a real judge
Lest I accomplish self aggrandizement

Perfection was far away
There was yet a slow climb it's stairs
The joy was in the 'doing'
The power to create.
Making something out of nothing
Deliver my thought process in art
This is my birthright
My actual true first love.
This is my gift

And then I drift to doze
Nap turned to sleep
Sleep into slumber
Wake me from my death sleep
Let me find the strength
My own joy from within
Standing ovations in my head.
Take away from me
These noises of pollution
I need my mind aright
I need my power back

A mother's love

Ain't nothing better than a mother's love
You know that unconditional, uncompromising, I - love - when you- don't deserve it type of love.
My mother, she loved me when I was nothing but a foetus in her womb,
Planted by my father's exuberance for prancing inside that warm tight holding to release a gift of life out of sheer pleasure.
She nurtured what would become a man groomed to perfection.
Tears of joy shed when I caused cramping pains to eject out of her belly.
The unexplainable bond of an umbilical cord that holds us both as a pair,
It was cut short but blood is thicker than water.
She would stay up sleepless nights to watch me sleep,
The beauty in her gaze upon the court where she lay her seed.
She would feed me and cuddle after every teeny weeny cry.
The embrace of her arms at every perfect proportion.
She would ache to see that I still exhaled,
The same breathe she gave me when I spring out of her womb.

Vocabularies she taught me from my tender years,
My teachers wouldn't get how easily I conform prose
A nudge to wake me when sleep is deepest,
She instilled discipline once the sun shined its teeth
A tender little spank behind when I stole a cookie,
She would not spare the rod to teach right and wrong
A show of morals, great virtue in a woman
She excelled in her path and brought her own pride
The depth of scriptures, she made me memorize
When I stray, they lighten the path I return home
Her shiny black beauty, what I see is skin deep
So when a lady approach, I'm searching deep within
Beauty is fleeting character, that's golden.
The telepathy communication we share in-spite of distance,
She would know just when she needs to be a life coach.
The right words to say, adoring actions that no one else will.
There's always a mother's place that no one can fill.
My mothers love, It's incomprehensible, I can't fathom
I shiver for love trying to describe it all.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL THE BEAUTIFUL MOTHERS IN THE WORLD.

Generation Y Africa

I remember growing up in Nigeria, there was not one thing I didn't think I would be able to do, I was ready to conquer the world, not like Adolf Hitler as history suggests but more in a way that I could be a leader in whatever field I choose. I was a smart kid, I still am a smart kid ;) but the courage I had back then had no boundaries. Nigeria was a country, not a continent, I was stack sure that other people from everywhere else knew a country existed called Nigeria, albeit a third world country, but not a place of resentment, spite and dupes. I was already a teenager when I left the shores. In the last 10 years, I have lived in three different continents, Asia, Europe and America, Nigeria makes it the fourth one. I have been well immersed into different cultures and if I have the chance I won't stop until I see the rest of the world. One of the first things I noticed was the way Nigeria is portrayed in the media outside of Nigeria. Within the country, we all watch the wishy-washy NTA news 9pm at night and never wonder if all the things that come up on TV as news ever reach the outside world. No it doesn't, if it does, it rarely does with a limited view and that's only for people who have African channel subscriptions on SKY, who care enough to tune HITV instead of Eastenders or Hollyoaks in the UK or TelAFric TV in America and Canada. In Asia, I do not know of any of such cable networks. That answers the question of who tells our story to the outside world, we do not tell our own stories to the world. CNN, BBC and AlJazeera does. And do they really care enough to exhibit our day - to day lives? Kid yourselves not, they care more about catastrophes and Boko Haram bombings, about removal of fuel subsidy and the protests, they are interested in stories of oil prices. Well, you would already know that bad news is news anyway. There is hardly news in good occurrences except occasional heroic incidents.

According to the 2008 American Community Survey, an ongoing statistical sample survey conducted by U.S. Census Bureau, more than 200,000 Nigerian-born residents live in the U.S. Wikipedia puts that figure at 266,204. The Office for National Statistics put the figure of Nigerian-born people resident in the UK at 174,000 in 2011. 20 million people of Nigerian descent are estimated to reside outside Nigeria. Let's just say millions of other people like me are scattered around the world. The world has come to a point where everyone is expressive of their views. The highlight of this generation is not being the smartest human generation, not homosexuality and sexual perversions, not being good or bad or worse than previous generations. Correct me if I'm wrong but it's not even in terms of moral degradation, there are still good people in our generation, but we above people before us are more expressive of who we are and do not care what anyone thinks about us. All or most of the things we experience in our generation have always been in existence, but we are a generation that is more expressive. We have views and opinions about everything and we are ready to let it out. We do not just conform, we are able to speak up at the right time and not let anyone put us down. We recognize the power of human rights and we make use of it. I think the problem with Nigerians in this age is having little or no opinion about who they really are which makes us less expressive about 'Africa'. Notice I said about 'Africa' because a lot of us are smart about everything else. We know world history, we know world war stories, but we do not know about our own civil war stories and African history.

In our history lies values, values that make us who we truly are deep on the inside. Values that we can hold on to and not allow anybody take away from us, values that could form the basis of our own opinion. A lot of Nigerians overseas need to go back home and experience Africa. I have cousins in their late twenties who have never been back home. They have been everywhere else in the world but not to their own home. African parents could take their kids on holidays to Jamaica or Puerto Rico, but shy away from Motherland. However bad it is, we all need to experience Africa. Why do we always have to dress like other people, talk like other people, embrace the culture of other people and forget that there is so much good within us. I see a generation fading away, youth that have no clue about their own language and are not proud of it. You find most Asians raised anywhere in the world and they are still able to speak their own language. I love how Myne Whitman is able to tell African stories to the world and you see everyone wanting to read and experience it saying they have never encountered an African romance novel before. It simply means that a lot of good things exist but if not well communicated, nobody would have an idea of it's existence. Three years ago, we all saw Chimamanda Adichie on TED talk. That is an example of being expressive about who we truly are. It also explains the popularity of Afrobeats in recent times, even though it has always been there, expressing it to the world will make everyone aware of it. We need to express Africa of this generation, that is the one gift we have as young people. Go back and know your home, go back, know your roots. This post couldn't be shorter but I hope it drives home the point.

Lost at the golden gate

The day turns dark, bleak. All you can see now is no end in sight. There's a black tunnel a stream of black colored water flowing down, paints you a picture of oil so crude. Thunder shatters, frightens and goose pimples, shivers of the cold night, even a thick jacket can feel this, warm on the inside but wet on the outside. Lonely jungle quiet habitation. The road is clumsy, sloppy down a path of narrow breeze. And there are hills all around you, slopes and hills, rivers on the side, prison in the middle of the water. Iconic bridge giant in front of you, like a pave-way to millions on a daily path. It reminds you of several deaths to make the million pass through, a chain of lost souls, holding hands to thread a path for millions coming after them. The gates are locked, the dungeons are empty, the abode is ancient, it holds lots history. Caves are carved above you like a door entrance in its natural form. The bush is scary, wet puddles all around you. You want to run and scream, but all you have left in your lungs won't take you a rather long time, you are exhausted. Its a twisted feeling, amidst being lost, helpless and freedom. How can freedom be found in a solitary mountain? Whistles of the nights start to blow, the song it brings to mind 'May it be' - Enya. Sounds can reach even solitary places where words are absent.

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Proudly Nigerian

Within a lot of us
There is a lot of flaws
False evidence appearing real
Fear of nothing within us
Coming from a humble crib
We grew to be rather blessed
Luxury of life blew a soulful wind
Looking dapper fresh today
We clean cut and swagged out
We got the right definition of car key
And that gives us the right to be cocky?
Remember the green where home is
A good combination of metaphor
Since I met her before
Its both good and bad
A trendy and worrying place
I found solace in the darkness
A right to know where my soul is
It's the hope that made me strong
She is a true friend and hero
I would not trade her for lust
But now a lot of us
In spite of all our falls
We try to cover up our source
Forgetting it's what made us strong
Let us embrace our flaws
And form one mighty force
It shows us who we are
And cast all our fears away.
Happy Independence Nigeria.

Ambitious Girl

Its the real opposite of pleasure 
When people talking love,
I'm thinking pain and pleasure 
The days the clouds are out 
And you're stuck with the one
Who claimed they know you 
In darkness or light bright and shiny 

How I wish we can all find true connection 
And simply not settle out of pressure
Compulsion of family values 
Disguise of societal expectations 
Mama should hold her grand before she passes 
The priest name tagged your clique 'single'
Keeps casting out the demons 

I know it's a bit tough, the time is 
Lonely nights, longing the touch of someone 
But thereafter a decade of misery
You can tell me how worthy the rush is 
When you're with the one and yet feel so single 
Time passed but it doesn't change affections 

I guess we frequently hear the gospel 
Young lady, settle down in your twenties 
And raise your kids in a twinkle early 
Let them grow like weed and that's all perfection 
They'll settle down and repeat the cycle

What happened to waiting for something
So intangible you don't know what it really is 
But you will know it when you find it 
It's called true love, 
But I'd like to call it a connection 
When you meet the one and you just know its worth it. 

You see, to each one his own, this life is 
It'd be a sweat to find Adam, Eve kind connection 
But then again is it worth settling for the serpent? 
Or young man, marrying your Delilah? 

I see the rush of a crowd 
It's a lot difficult to stand alone 
Than follow the through path 
And beat their time to perfection 
But is there glory found in peer pressure?
Or self sufficiency in crowd-solved puzzles?
  
I'd rather have a mind of my own and fail 
Than follow a whooping crowd to perdition 
It's worth the wait for the calm beauty 
When times are hard like tornado 
She turn a dough to a hot plate 

You see its not always the pleasure 
When people talking love,
 I'm thinking pain and pleasure 
The cloudy day is what means perfection 
When patience is a virtue, Intangible
And time is not the issue, Priceless

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