Monday, 17 February 2014


14 FOR 14 Challenge (GROWING UP_ FEB.)

ADDICTIONS


 




Hello Great Young mind, so how was the day of Love? Trust you guys had mad fun and shared love rather than made it unnecessarily oh :-).  Okay, I am so grateful that we are still here, so can we get talking cause I have a sorta Holy Anger on this post:-). In line with the 14 FOR 14 challenge which I enrolled and joined a while back (if you missed it, please read about it here, and do see my January post here) I have decided to try and relate every post I tender for the challenge with the goal of the”Young and Confused Blog”, as well as the Theme of my Application for the challenge which is "Growing Up". So leggoooo.

Basically growing up has been pretty tough for me oh (Especially since leaving Uni), cause I have been needing to make  most decisions on my own, hustle for independence, try to cautiously, judiciously, calculatively, and mathematically plus differentially and integrationally spend every small money I make (at least there is the joy of independence no matter how small) and even try to take up a few responsibilities. I have become so engrossed in this new found life (like Colombus) that most times, I practically forget that I am just 22. Well, I guess my case is that of A young Man growing up pretty fast, a young man with goals, but also a young man with ADDICTIONS! Now this is a topic which to me is as the deep as the subject of Love, and I was opportuned to write this post just after I indulged in one of the crazy things I have endlessly promised myself not to do again. So much for another New Year resolution failed. :-(

So putting on my Imaginative cap, I imagine that we all have that little tiny Achilles heel which always gets us down no matter how determined we are to stop it, that thing that easily lures us down, that tiny activity that basically brings out the beast in us, that(or in some cases, those) our "NOT SO PROUD OF" activity. Well if my thoughts are correct, then I am glad I am not alone in this battle, and that there is MAYBE  help, just that I haven’t found  mine.  Each time I fall into this my ADDICTIVE TRAP, (just after a series of Motivational Videos and promises to myself) I think to myself:

Is it that this thing is too big an action to ignore, or is it that I am just too weak to overcome?”

Basically I just don’t know! Thinking to myself again I wonder if Maybe it’s something that I was destined to meet in life, some kind of hurdle destined to bring out the best in me.  Well a lot of maybe’s I guess. But one thing I am sure of is that: once we as young people do not destroy whatever Addiction we are entangled in, the Addiction will in some way feed on us like a cancer till we loose something. Trust me, I am loosing.

So my question for today is: Are addictions Overcomeable, or just outgrowable?

I remember a while back when I spoke to a contact of mine about Addictions I faced during my teenage years. He PROFESSIONALLY told me that his belief on addictions were that they would be Outgrown, and that they were more or less not overcomeable. So we had to either wait to grow older or tire off of them. Fast forwarding to Today, I am asking myself: Before time sets in (for we to outgrow them), would we not have already lost a good amount of things? Truth is that most people have this same perspective as my contact above, and I am gradually accepting this perspective,  “as if you cannot Beat them, joining them is PLAN B” as they say. But thinking deeper, I still know a lot of old people in their 50’s who are stuck to addictions they started in their Early 20’s. And I ask myslef, why didn’t they out grow theirs? Or do these Addictions come in classes or varying strengths? Truth is JdB doesn’t know, and JdB needs your help, as whatever helps me get outta this hole, I just can’t wait to practice! That crazed feeling when your WILL dies, your SELF-CONTROL practically disappears, your RATIONALITY becomes as flexible as rubber, and your WANT AND DESIRE just gets the best of you. That crazy thing called ADDICTION. Sometimes I wonder if it’s just me that feels this way.

So for as many who are older, more experienced or have been able to overcome an addiction of some sort, my sincere question is how did you get out? Cause from where I stand, it’s like a Black hole with no End.

Surprisingly this is my first post with no Solution, and it just comes to prove that no matter how many articles one reads, everyone is still vulnerably human. So if you have a solution, kindly drop it in the comment box, or better off reach me. Cause give or take; Addictions if not handled ruin a man no matter how goal oriented. Guess this is my own Mayday!!! call for help. Hehheheheh plus you never can tell, you might just be helping a reader who is as frustrated as me.
 
Finally to all the many out there tired of being captives of Wrong decisions(lemme go a bit gehn gehn on you), put your fist in the air like Mandela, and say Yes I can like Obama, because maybe it is only we ourselves that can give answers to our own problems. #maybe #justthinking

 Have a great Monday wonderful people, and thank you for the pas 7 minutes of your time (hehe 7 is my best number, so I approximate)..

 #Udo
 

Friday, 14 February 2014


IF JACK, PARIS AND ROMEO WERE NIGERIANS...

 

Hey great Young Mind, Happy St. Valentine’s Day To You, I trust we all have grooves and big thingys planed out for today. Well I was thinking of a really great Post to put out this week, and I admit I hit the Writers Block big time, but I thank GOD for the inspiration to pull this Rabbit out of a hat.
So in the light of The St. Valentine ’s Day celebration today, I had to put up a post about love, so there came this.  On a short trip this morning, I had my self stumbling on a couple of thoughts and then I thought to Myself: Would the great Love stories which we grew up reading and knowing have been different if either of the couples were NIGRIANS? Okay lets wear our Imaginary cap a bit. Imagine if Jack of Titanic was an Igbo man, If Paris of Troy was a Hausa man, and if Romeo of France was a Yoruba man, would the love tales have been a bit different?
From my experience with the female folk (Though still little), it appears that the female folks of old and those of today all have a similar ideology I.e:  The will to Die for Love, the will to not quit on that which they want so dearly, The will to stick to their decisions and stick with the Men in their lives no matter whose Ox was/is gored, or no matter if  their Love resulted in a war. I thought to myself what if Helen, Juliet and Rose were Nigerians, would they do the same things they did? Would they try so hard to keep what they wanted? Well my answer to myself was a sincere YES, cause it seems that is just how women are SPECIALLY designed. They seem to be willing to sacrifice their all to get what they want, either positive or Negative.  Shout out to all the Ladies out there. JAs I really respect this a lot.
But then I thought to myself again, what if the men were Nigerians. in Imaginary mind, i thought to myself, What If Jack was a Black Thick Igbo Nigerian man, I am sure he would never have allowed only Rose to stay on the floating plank, while he stay in the icy cold water and Freeze to Death no matter what. In my imaginative mind, I imagine  him suggesting a “Turn by Turn” Floating Proposal and I can hear him sey to Rose “Nna Baby Rose, this water Juru oyi too much oh (is very cold) bikonu your turn have finish, abi you want me to turn to Ice fish here? Maka why nah? Let me stay small, and you stay small until flying boat show. J
 I imagine if Paris was a thick Hausa man, I am sure he would have had the full mind just as the Onyibo Paris did to  steal  Helen away from her husband. But in my imaginative mind, I imagine that when  the war broke out and he saw the size of Agamemnon’s Army he would have jejely (Quietly) returned Helen. In my mind, I can hear him say to her just after the Death of Achilles, “Wallahi Yarinya, me I am no do again oh, I suggest you carry your kaya and return back to your husband house Maza Maza.
Finally I think of the greatest Lover boy in the History of the world, my Friend: Romeo. The strong guy who was willing to drink poison cause of Love. This particular story is most dear to my heart, because it was one of the most intriguing Love stories around as I grew up, and I saw it on TV a lot. I remember how our beloved NTA 10 would dramatize the death of the 2 love birds (plus all the King James English they spoke). But in my Imaginative mind this morning, I want to imagine Romeo as a Yoruba man. I can imagine how consistent he must have been with Juliet, not choosing to break her heart, and not even let her break a nail. How he would have adored her so much. And I imagine their passing hours when they decided to drink the poison, I am sure Egbon Romeo would have been like Baby mi  Juli, shee wa sure she e fe mu kini? ( in English: Juliet Baby, are you sure you want to drink this stuff?)cause he would have ben scared of Dying.
The result of my Imaginary thinking made me ask  my self 1 last question “WOULD THINGS HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT HAD THE MEN BEING NIGERIANS?" If these great stories were played out in real time by Nigerians, would the guys have really died? My answer is a sincere NO, Because Nigerian Men that I know oh, no go gree die for Love talk less of Woman. So I can bet my everything that these stories would sure have ended differently. Plus I am sure that dying for Woman na old School now no matter the size of the Love. Heheh  **shinesteeth
Happy Valentine’s day every one, do have a blast, and Please share Love not STD’s, Conceive happiness not Babies.
Have a great celebration Great Young Mind, and thank you so much for your Time.
#Udo

Thursday, 6 February 2014

GIVE THANKS IN ALL THINGS...





Doris, a wonderful Babe of life of mine, sent me this wowing story on BBM, and i said to share it with you great people (Thank you for your Time xx)... it goes thus:



A King had a male servant who, in all circumstances always said to him; "My king, do not be discouraged because everything God does is perfect, and there are never mistakes in them".

One day, they went hunting and a wild animal attacked the king, the servant managed to kill the animal and saved the king, but couldn't prevent his majesty from losing a finger!!

 Furious and without a show of gratitude, the King said; if God was good, I would not have been attacked and i wouldnt have lost a finger.

The servant replied in his ussual manner, "despite all these things, I can only tell you that God is good, and everything He does is perfect, He is never wrong". Outraged by the servants response, the king ordered the arrest of this servant, but even while the servant was being dragged to the dungeon, he told the king again, "God is Good & Perfect"

Having that the prisoner who was practically the kings odley had been put in the Prison, the king went about alone from then on. On one of his hunting Trips alone, he was captured by savages who use human beings for sacrifices to their gods.

On the altar, the savages found out that the king didn't have one finger in place, and released him because he was considered "incomplete" to be offered to the gods. On his return to the palace, he ordered the release of his servant and said to him; My friend, God was really good to me. I was almost killed but for lack of a single finger, I was let go. But I have a question; If God is so good, why did He allow me to put you in prison? His servant replied; My king, if I had not been put in prison, I would have gone with you, and would have been sacrificed by the savages, because I have no missing finger. The End.


P.S:Everything God does is perfect, He is never wrong. Often we complain about life, and the negative things that happen to us, or about the things that we do not have, forgetting that everything happens for a purpose. Be Thankful. kindly share if you can.

Culled from BBM User and my Babe of life: Maeridee...

#Udo

Wednesday, 5 February 2014


A CHICKEN OR AN EAGLE

 
 
Hello Great young Mind, Happy New Month, and a Happy Gehn-Gehn Wednesday :-D. Been thinking of something for a while now, and I thought to share my thoughts with you wonderful people (who make life better with your views and comments), and there by learn more from you guys via the comment section. So what’s up and my line of Thought is this:

Why does the Chicken not fly?


Before we delve into the analysis, please permit me to say thank you for the 7 minutes you are investing in Young and Confused today, you are why we write.

So let’s look at the statistics: Physically the chicken is similar to all other Birds; it has beaks, feathers, wings, digits (Chicken fingers Thank you Google for the Expo J), and even a “Crown thingy” on its head which makes it seem like Royalty. But yet still “The Chicken doesn’t fly” Why?? I ask myself. Maybe it just didn’t learn to fly when other birds did so at the Garden of Eden? or Probably it was absent from the Birds Orientation exercise on the first week of creation? Or maybe it was out scratching for food at some place while others like the Eagles strengthened their wings for high flights? But still I don’t know why? Maybe I will never understand the reason, but I guess my understanding no dey change anything, cause at the end: the Chicken still won’t fly J except...

The Chicken is one of the most popular animals in relation to man, as after the Dog comes the Chicken. But sadly, it is popular in Negativity and disappointment.  The Chicken leaves life everyday scratching for grains and remnants on the ground, refusing to hunt like the Eagle does, nor protect man like the Dog does, and it feels confident and secure in the midst of this Mediocrity. I often wonder if it doesn’t feel pain when it sees the Eagles et al fly above her up in the sky.
The truth is the reason why the Chicken is a constant prey of man, is not cause it doesn’t work hard enough, cause I mean this Animal can trek and scratch the entire west Africa if allowed to, but cause it has given itself a little value from within, not accepting to search for more purpose or experience, but deriving confidence in survival, and only flying at the sight of danger as against hunting as the Eagle does.



 

The bane of my short analysis is simple: So many of us young people today live life like the chicken, discarding the great possibilities that are ever present within and without us, and choosing to settle for the comfort of mediocrity. Most of us have feathers (Family) to protect and advice us, we have digits and claws (strength) to see us through, we have Wings (Education) to enable us fly, we have Crowns(Beauty et al) to draw people to us, but we still have the second best mindset that prevents us from flying, and constantly limit us. Henry Ford said “If we think we can or we think we can’t, we are right”, (and The HOLY BOOK (KJV). adds that 'as a man Thinketh in his heart, so is he"
 
I want us to from henceforth doubt our Fears and not our abilities, cause in my thoughts, I still believe that the day the Chicken will make its way up to the top of a High mountain and casts itself down just as the baby Eagle does while learning to fly, the Chicken will surprise itself and soar high in the clouds. Make I come see the man wey go get mind try kill am chop. Please always choose to be the best you can be, because you can be the best there is. So whatever that Goal is that you set for yourself; be it a Job, a Project, to get Admission, to get married, to get that big savings, whatever it is, reach out for the best and believe that you casn have that outcome which you want no matter what. I can literarily hear a reader saying "well there always has to be the king and the servant in life" and that reader  yis really right, but I believe that it is we who determines our position in life, and not Nature.

FN:Life and Humans as a whole will never give us more value than we give ourselves, as if we give ourselves a Low price tag, we shouldn’t expect anyone to bargain for us at a higher price.

Do have a Gehn-Gehn Wednesday…
#Udo.