Monday, 28 July 2014

THOU SHALL NOT COMPARE!



Goodmorning great young mind, how are you? Hehehe this has got to be one of the most comfortable posts I have put up in months, and I am like yeah mehnn...  I mean I am in my room, comfortably sitting on my bed, legs crossed,  with Tye Tibette playing on the Background, and me smiling :). Mehn its on days like this that we just say GOD bless Ishmael for choosing to beget Islam… In fact GOD bless Mohammed too for this Holiday, but Thunder fire all those Oniranu Boko Haram people oh! :( Did you guys here of the bombings at Kano? And I am like WTH! Nawa oh...

So with Joy in my belly, and butterflies in my mind :) and then from the utmost bottom of my heart I say: Thank GOD its Monday baby. You needed to see the smile i wore as I put my alarm on Dismiss and cozily went back to bed earlier on, but hey I livè on Auto drive, so i woke up 27 minutes later :(… And I am like Yeah mehnnn no 8-5 today :)… So how was your weekend? Trust it turned up perfecty for you eh? Well mine was super. My Sister of life is back, so you needed to see me Lounging while she did the cooking. Hmmmnn This is the good life… **Sips invisible cup of chocolate, however I will miss stealing Meat while cooking oh in the name of Testing to check if it haf done.. :) But oh well, all is fair in love and war.

So last week was crazy eh, I had nothing less than 8 meetings in which at most of them I was been yelled at, and I am like #lobatan, I will not kill my sef sha oh. Later on one of those evenings, precisely Wednesday, I got home and was just on my own, you know, replying comments, checkingout blogs et al when I got a Facebok message from one of my mentors and friends back in the university. You see This guy was my friend and Partner in Reading from Morning till Night in the University, his brain was like an 80 Gb flashdrive, he can readdd... kai. In his message, he sounded really excited, and as I like to do Amebo nah lmao, I quietly stopped responding to comments and replied his message. He was like "Duru you need to see this, OMG these guys are bloody rich, they are top shots now et al " You see ehn, as an Igbo man, any statement that has both RICH and money makes is ofHigh priority, you know, Class 3 CTU level, and it makes my hair stand :). In the words of Black Santa clause rapper  AKÀ Rick Ross... If You aint talking money, you talking nonsense .. heheheh. He then told me about a set of twins who were earlier our course mates at IMSU, but had luckily for them found the key to success. About how things had turned up for them, as they now worked with a mega big USA company affiliated to Myspace.com, how they now travelled around the world, how they had earlier formed a social networking platform that had over 1,000,000 registered users tò date, and how they were now living in California and not just living but LIVING. He then sent me me a link to their LinkedIN profile, and my was it true, these one time Crazy geniuses were Living the life, and my were they Big. Truth is, I don’t know if all those stuffs they wrote on their profile were True, JdB why are you hating now? but at least their pictre was, as their skins glowed like the sun, and they radiated cash… In the words of an Igbo Trader, ""Nwanne Le Ego" I said to myself. Well in our usual manner, we ended the chať with our usual ""dont give up on your dreams"" ""dare to dream"" and the ""we shall shake our Generation quote"" lines, and then I went back to blogging, and he sharp sharp sent them a request on linkedIn. Hehehe I have very ambitious friends oh. Yep We bad like that... :)

Later that night, I found myself lost in thoughts, thinking about how comfortable those guys had grown to be, how they must have all the girls they wanted at their beck and call, how they must have made their First 1 million Dollars, while guyman still wakes up by 4AM daily chasing his first 1 Million Naira like his life depended on it, and I just subconsciously found myelf comparing my life with theirs. Gradualy, I started to feel those feelings of Negativity, envy, anger and not being up to par, and usually, when I am in that mode, I get all sad and my first medicine, is usually to write to my Blog mother and mentor: Ms Janyl Benyl, andcry to her about not being where I want to be et al. She is awesome by nature ehn, and always knows what to say Yep! she smart like that.... I thought to myself that I wasn’t working hard enough, nor studying enough to attain the level of life that they had, and then it hit me, that these guys are not me, neither am I them. They are at the point of life where the Master has destined for them to be, living their Blue print of life, striving for the excellence destined for them, and that I was seemingly doing the same on my own lane. I  realized that no matter how hard I tried, I could never be them, and they couldn’t be me either.

So those thoughts inspired this post, and made me write this epistle. Life through my eyes is an inbalance, and life is teaching me that... 2 people can never have the same things at the exact same time, nor be at the exact same level in life, but each man could only have as much as he needed at every given time. So many times when we see or read the success story of some people (esspecially those we know), about how successful they have become, or we see that old class mate who is now married to one very successful young man like JdB :), and you arent yet, or you see that beautiful woman with her army of kids, while you are still hoping on GOD for yours, or those your padis have that fat paying job, while you still hustle to get one that will meet your everyday needs, and you feel a bit slighted, I want you to knw that we all do. You see its a natural human inclination to feel that way, to want to be like others, to want to be where others are et al, but i beg you to remember the THOU SHALL NOT COMPARE LAW. I dont know about you yeah, but the sin (Yep thats what I call it) of comparison never helps the man in whose mind it is thought. I mean doesnt it make you feel sad, envious, not upto par? Doesn't it make you feel NEGATIVE in all entirety? And Trust me the only place that Negativity is a good thing is on an HIV\STD report :). So this morning, I implore you to aim to be not like another, but to be the best YOU that you can be, to strive to be happy regardless of your feelings of not being where you want to be, but rather appreciate the moment, to let the feelings of unsatisfaction drive you to aim for success in that little area of life that you are, and to be thank ful regardless, cause as my Super Smart Blog mother always says,

""A heart of Gratitude opens doors of opportunities""

Plus in line with the vision 2020 of One + The One to turn me into an acting Born again Brother, let me leave you with paraphrased extracts from John 16 verse 11 (I think oh).

It says: He that is faithful in little, shall be Faithful in much... so Be thankful for that Little in your hands, and watch it grow into a mega Tree, plus like they say, no be who first call police, na him win case, and nobody sleeps at the bus stop, we all get home. Thinking about it, some of my Peeps might have a lot of things, AGBANI girlfriends, big jobs, cars et al.. But I have something that they dont have, I have you guys that makes me smile with every comment and page views, and encourage me to be a better 22 year old, you guys that inspire me with your various blog posts and pictures, and you guys  that make my life more meaningful. Plus a family that supports me. Right now, All these beats any California job jo. :) I said right now oh, not tomorrow :p

So that you dont have that Mega CLAIFORNIA job,or that beautiful Husband yet, or those wonderful kids that you have so longed for, or that ghen ghen Girlfriend :(, or that something you so dearly want, doesnt mean that you will not have it soon. So Keep keping on, and dont loose hope, cause at its time, it will come. Please never forget, Thou shal not compare.


Thank you for the past 7 minutes of your Time, you do us a great Honor with it. My Prayer for you today is that May NEPA not take light, and the Generator of the Hotel you lodge in Break down on the same night as Your wedding Night.

P.S: Congratulations to Amaka on her NYSC posting, I dont  know where she was deployed to yet, but I thank GOD for her, and hope that Sambisa forest is out of the question.

P.P.S: Praaaiiiissssseee tha Lord.. Testimony Time...We got a record 33 comments on the 20 facts about me post, and my GOD I was humbled (Well the 33 includes my Toasting woman replies too but all Join :)) Thank you so much for everything you guys, you guys rock, and make blogging worth the while, you are why we write. **Wears my Mr. Nigeria smile.

P.P.P.S: I met some really cool Bloggers from the last post eh, and I will like to put them out here, please use your church mind to visit their blogs ASAP if you can biko, I will be humbled if you do.

...They include Lhurve.. Mehn this Babe can ffiiinnnne for Africa ehn, plus she takes some really dope pictures... You need to visit her Blog..

Dr. Gbemi..... I lughed so hard when I went over to this Ladies Blog, she is a real definition of a play play fine geh.. I so want to have lunch with her oh. :)

Peace... MEhn this is one of the finest girlss i have seen in all 2014, I used to use style to be zoom in on her picture when ever she comments on one of the coolest blogs in town TTT's blog, and i am like damn she fine... But my Very own Agbani of Life AKA Tosyneís still my numero uno for now, till she dumps me :p.

Mobi: This is one of the most popular Bloggers i know, I mean i have been seeing that name for as long as I have been blogging. I went to her Blog recently, and read Tips on getting Laid, and aswear I laughed so hard.. yall need to go over there. :) aswear you will thank me later.

P.P.P.P.S: I mean its monday, and its the frigging holidays mehn, you guys should have fun oh, and remember that you will never be Young forever, so please stay Young and Confused, draw up a Bucket list, Live, Love, and Flex life... Cheers

P.P.P.P.P.S: If you are in the Northern NIGERIA, abeg just stay in doors oh, and make sure your AK47 is loaded. Cheers. And plaese be safe.

I apologise if there are Typos on this, Nepa took light :( and i hat to swap devices. :) Thanks you guts, for everything. You are why we write.


#Udo.

Thursday, 24 July 2014

....and that was how I was TAGGED! :)



Good morning great Young mind, What’s the 411? Please is it just me oh, or is this week longer than usual… Sinnnnccceeeeee we are still in Thursday?:( Hian! Nawa oh! Oh my beloved Saturday, please do and come jo, man e haf tire. So this is a quickie kinda post I just had to do. I received a couple of Nominations about the 20 Random Facts thingy, from 3 Bloggers that I appreciate more than my last geh friend namely Temmie, Amaka, and Erniesha Tibs ( Mehn these Baby Okwus are more popular than Obama now oh, as their names are on almost every cool Blog you visit. So therfeore, if you haven’t visited any of their blogs, then I am sorry You aint Y2K :) ) Without much a due, let me let this post be my Mirror Mirror on the wall for a bit.


Who is John de Beloved?

1. I am a graduate of all those courses that you climb Electricity poles to fix wires. And a Hallelujah one at that. Ask any body form IMSU, they know our story.

2.       I love to act. This is one of my many many things that I love to do eh, it gives me an additional sense of purpose. 

3.       **In the Voice of I.k of BBA: “I love girls like crazy”. You know they say that Baba formed Eve from the Ribs of Adam. Well me ehn,  I believe that I my 1 Rib was divided into pleeennntttyyy, to form plenty Evesssss, so I am trying to fulfill my purpose by searching for them 1 by 1. **Shines Teeth.

4.       I cannot Swim, lai lai. Even if C.P.C's life was at stake. If you like put 2 Million Dollars at the end of the line, my Phobia for H2O is as real as my Phobia for snakes.

5.       I NEVER sleep for more than 5 Hours. Ehmmmm sheybe you asked for Random, well this one just came from the top of my head so abeg use ya church mind accept am.

6.       I once chased 1 girl for 4 years. Yep, she was my first love, I like that girl like mad that time, but she used me to catch crews shaaaa… :( It is well.

7.       I love to play with Money.  I am Bloody ambitious, and JdB is that kinda guy that likes to play with cash. The people that work in the banks I operate think I am very rich, cause I go there almost every day. I just get good chills  from moving Money from place to place, and from Currency to currency. Plus I am Currency coin Collector; I have a wide array of coins and notes of different countries, even though I haven’t crossed Boarder oh. Don’t test me oh, we bad like that.

8.       I have a Crush on one of my readers… well In search of my missing rib, I have to search High and low nah. Shey?

9.       I love my Dad and my Elder sister more than any one in my family. Those guys have gone through hell for me jo, they deserve it.

10.   When I was 5, I was told I drank almost a half bottle of kerosene to cure a hiccup. (Well you see I have always been an independent guy. My trouble is my trouble.) Well trust my mama, I drank almost a litter of Red Oil so I wouldn’t die. Nigerians mother be like Nwa'm don’t leave me. :)

11.   I don’t believe in Friendship. Well sadly I don’t, before I can call you my Friend ehn, you must prove your worth to a great extent or else you are just my Friend for mouth.

12.   From January to June 30th 2014, I used to do an average of 450 Push-ups, and 150 Sit-ups daily in search of muscles ** looks at arms.. deep sigh, it is well**, but when I noticed that even if they packed my blood full of Hercules genes, the muscles wouldn't come, I used my Head to chill oh Jari. Man shall not live by Muscle alone. Plus my spine started to Ache, and I am like me wey never use my waist to full potential, Olorun ma je oh! ( god forbid)

13.   I love Alcohol. Okay don’t take this the wrong way, I am not a drunk, but you see the Wahalasss of life are too much, so a bottle here and there always helps me sleep through the pain. Anything goes..

14.   I was a geek through University.  The thing is when I want something; I put my heart to it.

15.   I am a Gadget Freak. Mehhnn Don’t test me oh!!  You know ehnnnn This life is not easy oh, Tech just keeps getting madder day by day, but any Apple device will work. You need to see me shouting in adoration each time I go to Konga.com :).

16.   I want to have a P.Hd in Electrical Electronics by age 30. Looks at watch.. it is well oh.

17.   My best colors are Black and Blue. Well all the people that inspire me always have it on them, so bam! I think it’s a kinda greatness color. Lets check it: Steve Jobs, Zuckerbberg, my CEO, Wozniack, Wizkid. Yep… They are bad like that.

18.   I hate oppression, Racism, and Tribalism. To me eh, people who do this stuffs are narrow minded. I once got into a big fight cause of this with a 40 something year old man a while back. The guy went Bash Ali on me for standing for a younger person, and  I got punched like a bag that day. Luckily, the guy got the boots, and i got the swollen eyes, so it was a win win situation

19.   I don’t have the patience to pursue woman for long. I know they say Girls like to be chased yeah, but me! Hian, I don have strength for any Oniranu wahala oh! (Stress) If I meet you ehnn.. here is my Time table: 


Day 1: I tell You that you are Beautiful and of course Sexy.


Day 2… We laugh and catch drinks or maybe lunch.


Day 3. You tell me about your family on a level of trust.


Day 4. I check to see if you believe in my dreams, and if you are willing to be a source of Encouragement, or a source of JdB buy me this buy me that..


Day 5. I tell you I am catching feelings for you, and pour out my heart like tap.


Day 6. **In the Words of Bankly W. I ask if you will be my Lover and await my Yes or No? 


Day 7. You Say Yes, and I introduce you to my people at my next outing as my Girlfriend, or you say No, and then I go Drink my Liquor solo, club, and you inspire a post. That’s all.

20.   I love GOD more than Life. #ItcanonlybeGOD.


So these are the Random facts about me eh (one Blogger friend is making me say eh up and down :) ), I hope and pray that with these few facts of mine, I have been able to convince you, and not confuse you that I am a kinda nice guy. 


In the light of not breaking the chain, I am supposed to tag an additional 7 people. Well I have some interesting people that I am eyeing ** Looks at One +the One, blushes, and then covers face. Heheheh , so I will kindly nominate them so me sef can know small about them, abi no be so? So my Nomineeessss are …. 













Thank you so much for your time, and please do have a great time of whats left of this week. Plus its almost Friday, and there is a Public Holiday in Nigeria on Monday and Tuesday Next week. so Turn up Turn up. I love my Country.


P.S: Dear Boko Haram, I dont know what you guys want yeah, but you guys need to stop being vessels of destruction. People are dying, let that Human part of you come alive. I know you want 21 Virgins in Paradise, but come on, 21 Virgins is a lot oh! i doubt if there are that much. Give people a chance to live, and dont end their lives cause you cannot create lives. Please.

Monday, 21 July 2014

Dad was always right...



Good morning great young mind, Ki lo happen (means what’s happening in Yoruba)? What's cracking? How was the weekend? Hope and Trust that everything turned up wella for you oh! ;) Well if it didn't, then just know that everybody has a Time-table, so your days of Fun are just around the corner. Nna this Monday thing ehn!!! Nawa oh! If I tell you I don't like Mondays ehnnn, mehnn Believe me :(. mcheew I just wish Mondays could be Public Holidays sef. More annoying is that of recent, my Fridays have become surprisingly more stressful than my Mondays, And I am like JdB your case ehnn, when you suppose groove na him dey hard pass.

Firstly, I would like to say a heart filled thank you for all the love, and kind words you wonderful great minds gave us on the celebration of our 1st year Anniversary. Words cant explain the joy you made us feel. Thanks guys, as you are why we write. There is no us with without you. xx #IOUguysalot.


So my Dad and I are doing this very interesting project that involves us traveling to the very end of Lagos on Saturdays, so my life recently got harder. I first have to go shopping at that survival of the fittest market, go on the Saturday Israelite Journey, and then go back home to cook Saturday Soup and stew. You needed to see me last Saturday ehn… I was so tired, that I was sleep cooking. Anyways, my compensation was that I could take as much Meat as I could in the name of Testing testing.. hehehe Na where man work him go chop nah. :)


On on our trip last Saturday, I sat in our old Limousine (well that car has seen its own growing up years and finish) and I just looked on. I then glanced at my Dads hand as he gripped the steering like he was holding a woman, and was thrown back on memory lane. I was thrown back to my childhood, when I was always given that “Junior you are too young to understand, but one day, you will” treatment. My! I always cringed when they told or did that to me. I mean I was 15 going on 16 you know? ready to take on the world, my hormones raging, was in love for the first time as I had just met T, had just gotten my first phone, and was at the Einstein “I too sabi" point of my life. And yet they say “I Was too young to understand” Nawa o. I grew up with 3 major phrases in my House, so permit me to share them with you today…



Do you think I pluck money from Tress?
Yep.. This one was on replay. I asked for money from my Dad more than my Mother did sef


Growing up, Dad always gave us a big amount of Money as our monthly sit don dey look allowance. It was One thousand Naira (N 1,000) monthly to be precise. Now this was supposed to cover our everything, from call cards, to biscuit money, to flexing money, to personal shopping money, but excluding lunch money for 1 Month oh!!!! Talk about training.. Back then, one of the most Popular sayings in our House was “You this boy (usually me), do you think I pluck money from a tree” because trust me, before 10th of every month, the ego e haf finish. However, my Dad once gave me a gift. It was an Empty Perfume case. According to him yeah, It was supposed to be my Bank account, and my investment. Back then dad would say:


Dad: save now, and spend later.

And In my mind I would reply

Me: On top of this  1 Million naira you gave us ba?


Well I was then too young to understand the value of money, but out of fear of one day being asked how much I had saved in all, I painfully gathered my 10, 20 and 5 naira’s savings into that Perfume case. Gradually, I started to enjoy it, and began hoping for the day I saved my 1st N 1,000, Yes MY OWN!. I remember vividly the day I did, I walked up to dad with a spring in my every step, my Mr Nigeria smile, holding my many many 5 nairas like I was an Agbero at a park and showed it to him. My! was he proud, and he said That’s how I started. One day, you will know the value of this... Dad was right.



"if she gets Pregnant, you will marry her, infact if she does, you are Finished…" yep.. Women


Having that I am the second to the last child of my family, I am in some light categorized as the last born. Any time my elder ones had these serious issue involving Women or men back then, my Dad would begin his conference (Trust me, that man can talk for 2 hours straight) by saying to me, Go to your room… Sadly, once I struck 15, I became eligible to attend these conferences, as me sef had started to bring back negative feedback from my Amebo teachers in the school that your son is a truant :P. Those people shaaa… Dad always said “Junior if she gets Pregnant, you will marry her”… Now these wasn’t an easy pill to swallow, as then this was enough a warning to make me celibate for life. The fear of Pampers and Cerelac  was real oh! He would clearly indicate that you would be On Ya Own, no more 1,000 Naira, but plenty of pampers to buy. I always thought to myself, the 1,000 Naira doesn’t serve me sef, will it then serve a family. Luckily, i smartly survived till now ;)


HOW MANY HEADS DO THEY HAVE?
Association, Responsibilities and Big Dreams


As a child, I always looked at my Dad with so much respect, high expectations, and Fear. I mean we were not allowed to increase the volume of the T.V set beyond 25, or else our own e haf do, nobody was to come visit us(except the person comes first in class all the time oh, that was a free Visa in) , or else the person would face EFCC, FBI, and Police investigation starting from Who is your father, and where do you stay? And ending with what is your mission here. But Dad always made me understand that we decided our fate. He had sent us to the University (Yep, I entered Uni at 16) and soon it would be our time to come out, get a good paying job, get married and take care of our own families. Dad always told us that those who succeeded had a single head, so why couldn't we. Dad thought us that if the big shots like Emeagwali could do it, then we could too. Dad thought me to dream big, but start small. Dad was right...



As I slowly drifted back to reality on that long Saturday drive in our Duru’s Limousine (he can praise that car ehn, **In Dads Voice... "You see this car ehn, you can never see it to buy anywhere, and I am like before?) I looked at the once solid hands that gave me series of slaps, and was amazed at how frail they had become, looked at how the once black hairs had grown grey, looked at the man who was once as strong as stone, as Life had softened him to not only be my Father, but now my one and only Son, and I thought to myself.. Truly Dad was right all along, I was too young to understand, too little to know. But now, I am old enough to understand, but still know too little.



As I end this post this morning, I implore you to take a second and think back on your growing up years, think about what you were taught and told, and confirm if they were right or wrong. I can bet the little money I am worth that they were right. I implore you look at your parents, and just let them know you are grateful for all they taught you. Cause sadly, most of us never really understand the value of Parents in our lives. Sadly, most of us forget that as we grow older and become more beautiful, handsome and richer; they in turn become more feeble, and frail with each passing day. That as we chase Money, fame, women, marriages, and financial freedom, they chase only one thing: FULFILLMENT, constantly praying to GOD that we turn out right, and hoping they did a good job in raising us. We fail to realize that they are growing older daily, and quietly slipping from our hands, we fail to realize that we can never really pay them for all they taught us, but we can let them understand that we value their every step. I implore that you tell them we love them, or say a "Thank you" at least, cause these are words that although they (especially my dad, that man can form hard man) claim they don’t need to hear, but yet they go to bed Praying every night that you appreciate them, and that you don't forget them. 





Thank you for the past 7 minutes of your time, you do us a great honor with every single second you sacrifice on this Blog. My prayer this day is that Soon, when it’s your time, your children will not call you Uncle or Aunty, and that you will be a better parent, never forgetting what Dad(Mum) thought you.

P.S: I have a burning anger for my Mother, and i just hope reading this post at COB will help me forgive her. I beg that if you feel the same way towards any of your parents, that you let it go, and just let them know you love them. Please just let it go. Pick up the phone and call them.



P.S: On a lighter note, Turn Up Turn Up people... A very Happy Birthday to a very interesting, plus Beautiful, plus funny  Young and Confused reader. We are humbled to have her here, and I am thrilled with that fact. I can tell from all her comments that she is a happy kinda person, plus mehnn she fineee.. **In the voice of Wild child. I pray that as you grow older today Eve, everything your heart longs for shall be tabled on a tray for you this day. Do have a wonderful celebration. Don’t worry, I am coming to set you up on Tibs Blog ASAP, so watch ya back Madam **winks. May I add that what I love most about EVEy-koko is her name EVE. It wants you to just know more about her. :P






Do have a ghen-ghen week ahead.


Cheers, and make that call to your Parents oh! Just tell them you love them you know, Tell them thank you.



#Udo.

Friday, 18 July 2014

#Grateful (YnC is 1).




Today, the Young and Confused Blog strikes 1, and I am so pumped up about it, that my excitement cannot be explained. I would like to first of all give alllllllll the Glory to GOD for there is no me without him, and I thank him for the grace, life, and WiFi that has sustained this Blog in the past year, It can only be him. :)

Today I don't have much to say (looks down at the length of the post... In the voice of Ernie...**ermmmm did i say I don't have much to say??? :) well abeg use your church mind read this Epistle oh, you know you are why I write now), but I just want to say Thank you. Thank you for always being here for me at the moments that made me smile, at the times I came to rant and complain, and at those times when girls broke my heart. Thank you for your comments and for making me realize that I wasn’t alone, Thank you to Ms. Janyl Benyl for being such a wonderful Human being, for being my rock, solace and my friend (sometimes yeah, I picture Ms JB as my guardian angel sent from heaven, and disguised as a blogger :) ). Thank you T-Notes for believing in me enough to feature me on your Blog sir (I call his Blog a Wall of greatness, and it was my first ever feature. Thank you Oga Boss.. (That guy can write for Africa ehn…). Thank you to Cee, for making me smile, and for all her Yimu'ings each time I said I wouldn't catch feelings again, and for encouraging me to keep keeping on with the 14-FOR-14 Challenge (I mean seeing how she never gives up yeah, makes me realize that if she doesn’t Quit, neither should I). Plus Thank you for FINALLY showing us on Blogsville your Beautiful face in the Liebster post. What can I say nah, Half bread is better than Chin chin. Thank you to Tomi and 1+The One, I mean you ladies have practically turned me to an acting Born again Brother :). Please Keep shining the light for us to see, that Christ in us, is truly the Hope of Glory. Thank you to Rhapsody for those wonderful comments that resulted in me thinking deeply and making me feel like: dang! this lady is smart :P. Thank you to Changing Post codes my First class Barrister friend, whose face no body on Blogsville has ever seen. She is like Jack Bauer CTU level, no record, no files, no Photos :) ( Bia Woman, I put it to you that he who seeks equity must come with clean hands, and that a Delegate cannot delegate. Taking the above into cognizance, I want you to know that you mean a lot to us legally and BLOGatically. Thank you to Temmie, I wish you knew how much of an inspiration you are to me Exclusive Temi, although the geh I met broke my heart yesterday yeah, I still treasure everything on love I have learnt from you. But you see me and love are Friends with benefits now oh! **winks. Thank you to Seyram the Youngest blogger i know, for always sparking up that child within me with her wonderful post on growing up. Thank you to my own personal Pharmacist, my Otunne, my Sister from another mama, my Adaeze for the wonderful email and comments, I am most indebted to you. Thank you to Scarlet for teaching me to never give up on my dreams, I only wish you would write more Baby mi, remember that a Pen is the key to the future. Thank you to my Beautiful Eagle Ugo, one of the ladies I secretly admire the most on Blogsville. I mean her consistency and intelligence amazes me. Thank you to Toinlicious and Sykik, you guys never ever, ever, ever fail to make me smile, your blog posts and comments always leaves me smiling at my device like wow!!!, talk about talented. Thank you to Beautiful Tosyne, I personally secretly nick named her Agbani Darego, as I see a striking resemblance, Bubba You mean the world to me, plus you can know how to fine shaaaa.... Thank you to Ritah, she has a beautiful Blog that says it as it is, and trust me I learn about growing up stuff as much as I can from you baby mi, But **wears straight face, woman where are you sef? You just went MIA :( I miss you, please come back. Thank you to Eve, in the voice of Tuface** You went away and I cant have you back, I am so willing to make you mine…. Please visit us again Bubba. **Smiles... And then....Ladiess and Gentle men, are you reaaaaaadddddddddyyyy tooooo rummmmmbbbbllllleeeee.... A special Thank you to Erniesha Tibs and Seyon Amaka, You ladies are very, very, very special. You came here and you came with Pandora’s good Box, turned the YnC Blog around, boosted our comments section from lekpa to Orobo, and you both have always had my back through the lonely and the Happy days in the past 2 Months **Wears Cute face** Thank you so much Bubbas, You both mean a lot to me **In the voice of my Boy Wizkid... I fit die on top your matter eh.... :). Thank you to all my Ex- Course mates and FB people including and Engr. Justin, Engr. Igbe, and Engr. Obiora. Guys Blogging is far easier than Climbing MTN/Nepa poles, or than constructing circuits (**winks at Obinna. I see you sir), you guys need to start blogging and see the beauty of it :p, and Obiora forget Nairaland.. :). Thank you to my family, To Mr. Mamman CEO of C.A.S, you are a real Pillar of strength sir, and to my Sister, Mother and first love Dr. Duru( Happy Birthday Big sis, I love you to the end of the world and back. I kuku thank GOD the T.S babe said NO, so I will pour all my care on you as you come back home), Thank you to my cousin Mimi and Engr Justin  for believing in me when no body did, and for being here when the page views per week were averagely 10. 3 Gbosas for You and Akagha jo.... Thank you to Toluwalase Ayoola my partner in crime for always being there for me, and for all the "NONSO GIRLS ARE NOT LIKE THAT... ADVICE" I see your prayer for me not to get a ghen ghen relationship till I am ready to marry is working :(. Thank you to Barrister Tolani and the entire Citadel crew, don’t worry I will get better by God's grace  :) . Thank you to my Nigga for long time, and craziest Friend Albert of Adexglobe, you are a real brother. To the entire Mirror of Justice Theatre troupe IMSU and her fans and supporters, you guys are my family, my life, I love you guys more than life itself, and Thank you to you reading this, if there was no you, there will be no JdB. Finally Thank you to T, B and T.S and all the ladies that have shown me shege in the past year, you ladies are why I work harder. :p



I dedicate this whole Post to Ms Janyl Benyl, she lit the match that set the bush on fire, and she is not just my Beautiful Blog mother who i have grown to trust, but my friend.  I wish I could just make you understand How grateful I am, but sadly Thank you is all I can really say mama :).



Thank you everybody, as the Young and Confused Blog strikes 1 today, all I can say is that; its you guys that keep us going, some days its hard, but when I know that I have you, I don’t care how hard it is. 


Thank you for the past 1 year of your time, you do us a great honor. My prayer for you is that Your children will never resemble your Neighbor, and that as you make me smile as I type this, you will always have reasons to celebrate… #PastorJdbmode


P.S: I got heart broken yesterday, **I can almost see someone laughing at me, well the story was very funny, but trust me it inspired a post, so watch out. :)

P.P.S: Please, If i didn't say your name, no vex GOD bless.




Cheers.



#Udo

Monday, 14 July 2014

B+ Hope dies last...





My phone rang, and just before I picked it up, I was opportuned to take a look at the time on my Old school Nokia screen, it read 8:05 AM. Having that it was my number 1 super hero, my Dad, my "Junior if you don't pick this call, your own e haf finish papa". I answered it hastingly.  Upon answering it, the words from the receiver sent chills down my spine, and resounded in my brain over and over again, all I heard was 

""Junior come home, the house is gone, we have lost everything, there has been a fire".

I couldn't understand, I mean it was the very same house I had slept the night before, so I got a rain check from the office, called my brother, and off we went. You see I was but a 20 year old  Young and Confused intern trying to understand life, but now, on this day, I am a homeless, clothless and thoroughly alone 20 year old Young and Confused Boy. 

I got on a bike from Victoria Island and headed for home, or would I say what was left of home. Upon getting into Festac, the skies were eery, and there seemed to be a thick cloud of smoke, doubt, pity and pain, and just as I alighted the bike, I saw my Dad at a corner wailing, I saw our neighbor from whose place the fire had started crying, I saw my 2nd girlfriend ever waiting to show me love, I saw the entire human beings and UFO's in Festac all echoing the word that makes one cry even more than the incident itself, all I heard were ehya... ewo... kai... and I went to our home, the very structure i had grown up in, met my first girlfriend in, and done my everything in life in, It was all gone. As I worked in, all I saw were rubbles of all we once had, I cried, Dad cried. You see today was the 20th of January 2012



The coming days weren't tough, they were hard. We had lost everything, and all we had were the dresses we wore, my laptop, and a scanty things papa could save as he was home alone. We seemed to have gone from Hero to Zero, from grass to pit. Sadly even nature was unfair, the rains had no mercy on Dad, Ash and I, as it poured again and again. We had no where to go to, this was ours, we had no where else in Lagos to stay. Back then yeah, most times when the clouds turned grey, and heavy with rain, I would go outside look up to the sky, and pray to GOD with close to watery eyes, begging him to lock the skies so it wouldn't rain (oftentimes, this worked), I would beg him that we couldn't again stand letting the only vita-foam bed we saved float on water, or survive the cold. That we couldn't survive the mosquito bites, I would beg GOD, the same being I had at that time become so angry and belligerent towards, for letting an evil that we didn't deserve fall upon us. I shouted at him, blasphemed, and was so bitter. But my Dad, hmmnnn, my dad took things cool. You see papa isn't the rich Nigerian man, but he is one who never quits, who loves GOD, and who knows that truly GOD is all we ever have. He once looked at me and Said "Junior if we didn't die then, we will never die again." :)

Good morning great Young mind, how are you and how was your weekend? hope things turned up for you oh, and that you had a fab weekend? Well the reason for my story above is not to seek sympathy, nor is it born out of self pity, but it is written to encourage you. You see life is bloody hard, and she will always aim at  beating you to the ground and keeping you there permanently, she will always want to make you feel doubt in you having a future, and in the very existence of GOD, and make you feel life is worthless in all entirety. You will sometimes loose everything like we did, loose those you love, those you love and respect will treat you with total contempt and disregard like you are a worthless piece of trash, you might get laid off, you might fail examinations which you think determine your future (Trust me, I did). But the truth is, life is teaching me that these are all replaceable things given to us by GOD, or events that can be corrected with time, only if we don't quit or give up, so I beg you to never loose hope in GOD or in you, I beg you to let your hope die last. 

On 20/1/12 my tire met the road, shit got real, we thought it was over, in my eyes my future was gone, my mind told me my final year would be a total flop, but it didn't happen as my emotions had predicted, or as my mind was tempted to believe,  GOD was still GOD and made things better. By his grace, I got an A in my SIWES, my Dad didn't die, but got stronger and, Ash started a coy, You see, we are still here. 

Things aren't still perfect for us yeah, but GOD has made the fire an incident that we can always turn back to and say: 

"if GOD did that for us when we lost everything, then what will he not do for us".
 
This Monday morning I implore you, to not let life defeat you, but to keep keeping on no matter the hardship you face, i beg that if you are going through hell at the moment, and you think nothing in your life is working, please don't quit, cause that's just your Rubber meeting the road, that's just life trying to mess with you, and make you not achieve your destined height. Life is teaching me that the more tribulations and pains we face, the bigger the destiny ahead of us is. So don't quit, but pray, work, and hope, climb your way out of hell, keep believing in GOD, and struggle. Don't Quit no matter what, don't let life defeat you. cause at the end of everything, everything will be alright, so if everything is not alright now, then you are not at the end. 1 + The One has turn me to acting Pastor, and Partial Born again... :)

Thank you so much for the past 7 minutes of your time you do us a great honor. (a coursemate said this is becoming a Rhetorical statement, well I beg in the name of MTN, that you just use your church + mosque mind to read my long epistle, after all they don't call me John de Beloved for nothing) 


looking at the picture above, i don't know how we did it, i swear i don't. It can only be GOD. 

P.S: A very happy Birthday to one of the bestest bloggers I know, I mean this wonderful writer is almost as consistent as BellaNaija and Forbes, and I am so humbled to know her in person. Happy Birthday Amaka Seyon Hundeyin, I pray that as you grow older Today Baby mi, you will have many more reasons to celebrate, and that your beautiful blog will be like a Nigerian police mans torch light that will keep shining rays of light on the path, for me and other young and confused people to see road. :)

P.P.S: Remember I told you guys I met a girl, well her code name is T.S  and I was unable to speak or meet with her all weekend :(, she has been very ill... Shey all of you see life has started again??? now that I have managed to see someone i finally like, it wants to put sand sand inside my Garri, but like I advised above, I ain't quitting on this babe, we gonna spark something hopefully. She doesn't know I want to toast her sha oh, we are still forming brother and sister. You know nah, Igbo boys movement, no dulling. :) #hopeful

P.P.P.S: So those yeye Germans won the world cup **Crying in Spanish... In the words of tibs.. Grrrrrrrr... I felt so bad for my Twin Brother Messi. Oh well 2018 isnt too far.

Can I say I love you guys? Thank you Ms. Janyl, thank you everyone. Your wonderful comments and page views give me one more reason to keep writing, and in the voice of Terry Gee... BABY/BOSS DON'T GO OH EH! IF YOU LEAVE ME I GO DIE OH EH!. In the voice of Toinlicious: Please does any one know where Daddy showkey is? I kinda miss his style of music, and I miss dancing garala... **runsaway, I have to go, its monday, and I dont want to hear like I heard last Friday... "Mr Duru are you alright this morning". :(




Cheers.

#Udo

Friday, 11 July 2014

I met a Girl... :)



Good morning Great Young mind, from the Bottom of my heart I say TGIF Baby... :p This is a quickie kinda post, so I beg that you please pardon my Cntrl C and Cntrl V lifestyle of today :(.. I just read this on a Colleagues wall on  Facebook yeah, and inasmuch as I hate to do the copy and Paste thingy, It touched my heart, so I thought to share it with you great people... I mean, you guys are the center of my life now after my Family so....

******MARRIED OR NOT, YOU SHOULD READ THIS ...*****

“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. If you are not in a relationship now, remember this for the second (or third) time around. It's never too late.

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.


******** The End


P.S: Of recent, I have been chasing money and success like a fool, guess its cause of all the many many heart aches and Rejection falling in love has brought. You see if they paid me a dollar for every NO I have received in this my 22 years and 8 months yeah, I would be stinkingly rich by now.. But issorait. Truth be told, I have given up on love Jari.... Its Too complicated. "My Bottle and my small money should serve" I always said to myself, But this post had me thinking otherwise.... It made me realize that I will NOT live forever, and that no matter how much money I try to accrue, if i don't find a dope ass girl to be with at the end, I might never really be happy.  

P.P.S AKA Testimony time: I met ANOTHER girl AGAIN, and I think i like her, but... :)

P.P.P.S:  I can bet my life that Temmie of Exclusive things Blog will be elated at seeing this post. :) That girl likes love ehn... Well I guess thats why she has such a seemingly lovely heart, and Blog. ;)

P.P.P.P.S: @ Cee I caught feelings, you won. :)

Thank you for the past 7 minutes of your time, you do us a great honor with it. Cheers.


#Udo