Good morning great young mind, how are you guys doing nah? How was your night? Hope you slept well my children (
heheh this is where I act like I am an old man) what’s up People?? What’s
the 411??? And how was your weekend? Mehn is it me or is it that Saturday and Sunday
are not up to 24 hours again?? Sometimes yeah, it feels like they are both 16
hours each. Person will just sleep and wake up bam, and Monday e haf reach.. :( Any way we thank GOD
oh, cause we are alive.. Last night I was doing vigilante work in the midnight
inside Festac, and I saw a procession of youths doing a candle light procession.
Apparently someone had died, and with the level of youthfulness they displayed yeah,
the person must have been young. So if you think that you have no reason to be
thankful, Welll… Think again. I had this very strange dream on Sunday ooo. Hehehehee
You know all those Angel versus devil kinda dream. Oluwa bu Eze ooo.. The Yoruba
Angel won sha, and I am glad to be alive. I think I am watching too many Yoruba
So last Friday yeah, I was on my own ooo.. Remember that I told you guys that I was buying something from Konga.com, well those goons called me 5 days into my order, after I had waited, Fasted, starved, trekked, and hoped for my device, and told me Mr. Duru, we don’t have your order, we are sorry. I almost killed the geh ehn.. I mean I didn’t have Lunch all the week, and you say I am sorry.. Really? If not that she had a Bedroom kinda voice that can make someone commit adultery ehn, I would have insulted her life finish. So story short.. I forgave her sha, but not Konga grr.. Last Friday, one of my Oga’s gave me this really cool Versace shades. I mean it's DOPE. I wore it as i went to Stanbi, and I looked like all those Exxon Mobil brovers, and even one guy who was trying to help me switch coys earlier this year saw me in front of Africa Re Tower and was staring hard at me for like 3 minutes till he called out my name.. hehehe The brother couldn’t recognize me. He then said I had started chopping V.I money, and in my mind I was like “” Bros chill jo, it’s the power of Versace wey them just dash me..””
Moving on from the 8-5 that day, I boarded this Mini busses home.
In Festac ehn, there are many keke Busses
than Human beings now. I men those guys are everywhere.. They are the new Okada
in my area. I mean I had my weekend all planned out for me, ready to turn
up, watch Jack Bauer till infinity.. eheenn jack Bauer finally had sex ooo
from season1 to season 7 my brother had sex only once, that guy needs a Grammy..
Not to digress too much, as I sat in this keke enroute my Mansion like room, we
pulled up at a traffic light, and then a car NO! 2 cars pulled up right beside
us. Mehn these rides were fresh, all slightly tinted and all. Me I just sat in
the front of the keke bus forming gangster as I still wore my Versace glasses around 6PM ooo and inside bus oo smh for me.. hehehe Thinking about it ehn, I feel
ridiculous, shey its called Sunshade na? JdB is there sun by 6PM in your
village? And who wears Shades in a bus? my answer to me iss.. Well its Versace nah **Winks And then as
I stared admiring this IV tech, I realized that the occupants of the car (both
driver and drovee) were my contacts from wayyyy back. I finished secondary school almost
at the same time with them, and there they were, in a Honda IV tech, and here I
was in the front seat of a keke bus wearing my Versace glasses. I mean as I Looked
on to them yeah, I couldn’t but help to wonder if Education was really the key.
I mean it was an open secret that both of these guys who moved out of my area
llllooonnggg ago and were now living the life had become Yahoo ++ boys, and so
they were swimming in cash, and here I was bursting my ass 3:47 Am- 11 PM daily
for the past 18 months, and I didn’t even have a Keke of my own yet ( this is
where I sniffle and cry). Mehn to say I was slighted was to say the least :(
As they drove off in what seemed to be a convoy, as they had this really tech Audi ride in front of them, My mind started the battle. The battle about how I was doing the wrong thing, the battle about how all my friends seem to be online all through the midnight doing cyber crime.. How do I know hehehehe Trust me, I use a windows phone, who is offline on FB all night, and online all day.. And buys 2 cars in 2 months? And then I started to feel less of myself. As they drove away, I felt the Monster of un-satisfaction with my now grow stronger in me, the argument about what exactly is the worthy course to success got louder in my head, The question about if the end actually justifies the means, or if the means is not relevant began to haunt me, and I almost concluded that the means didn’t matter, but the end was most important, and that if I wanted to get all them fine chiks like these guys had, and them fast cars, I had to indulge. To say the least, my insecurity began getting the better of me. Would you blame me? I am 22 Years, 11 months 22 days old purpose driven young man. :(
You see life through my eyes is a bloody confusion, and I seem to not understand why growing up is so damn hard. Sometimes I feel like I am just not doing as well as I should, but you know, regardless of what God has given me in the past 18 months since leaving Uni yeah, I still have that negative consciousness. You see I for one feel like we are our own enemy, and that humans have the subconsciousness of Negativity more than that of positivity, an outlook to look at ourselves with the eyes of mediocrity as against hopeful excellence. We frequently often fail to see the good in our position, as we steadily look at the great status of our neighbor, and few of my kind who are suckers for success often just want to get there sharp sharp. The truth is we are our own driving force, our own inspiration, our own ability to believe, as well as our own Brakes, and our own self destruct button. But unless we find a way to ignore the monster within, and refuse its theatrics, we will never be able to sincerely enjoy life. Unless we are able to drown the inner roaring of that enemy of progress called YOU, the continuous conversation telling you that you are no good, telling you that you will never fulfill purpose, telling you that you do not deserve the degree of success which you have attained, telling you that where you are is not where you want to be. Unless you are able to see through the eyes of hope as against doubt, then I have learnt that we will never be what we really can be
So this morning great young mind, I implore you to not Live a life based on comparison, to not measure your success based on that of another, to not live a life of envy, strife or pride in an attempt to make you feel better, but to rather live a Life of Gratitude, cause in the words of my awesome Blog mother Janyl Benyl: (Did i tell you Janyl initiated this 14-FOR-14 challenge? I am so proud of her :) )
""A HEART OF GRATITUDE OPENS DOORS OF OPPORTUNITIES""
I know this part sounds like me trying to make me feel better yeah
, but use your church mind believe that
its not :p. As I looked into the I-V Tech, I realized those 2 Ex- friends of
mine had the cars yeah, but not the smile, as I saw an eager tensed feeling for
the next deal to fall in place, I saw gloominess. So as a sort of compensation,
as I got down from my keke Bus, I put on my Versace shades, and I was baddooo
with a smile.. Guess I aint doing bad afterall… I guess at the end, Money is
not all that matters, Versace matters too.
Thank you for the past 7 minutes of your time great Young mind, you do me a great Honor fam. In ONE + THE ONE’S voice I pray that this week shall make all your dreams come true, and that even f you are caught in the battle of Yoruba spiritual warfare (as I was on Sunday morning), God will send you your Yoruba Guardian Angel to come and rescue you. Hehehe mehn I saw a flying Tuber of yam in that dream oh.. Chei my life. Heheh Cheers. Mehn Ayo can pray for Africa ehn. Yesterday I was going through her Chat on Watsapp, and I replayed back her Audio Prayer. And mehn I found myself echoing Amen. Ayo is awesome, aswear. She is just awesome.
P.S: My Baby starts writing her Mid-semester Exams today, please say a kind prayer for her, she is my world, my happimess, and my heart beat and anything less than a 3.77 wont cut it for me and her. Pleasee. Thank you in advance for praying for Jilda.... xx
P.P.S: I apologize for the length of post, just use your church mind and read it bikonu. You know I write only once a week nah, so would I be wrong to make it long?? :*
BLOGGER ALERTS: Have you guys met My Tweenie? Her name is Ritah Nakyeyune, and She is Ugandan. I mean I met her through Ugo of Beautiful Eagle, and each time I go to her Blog Yeah, I always come back more inspired and fulfilled. She is a wonderful writer, who balances both youthfulness with reason... Trust me, she bad like that oh. :)
Also I met this really cool Blogger last week. Her name is Oyinlola.. Mehn she Is awesome (and as a guy man, I followed her on IG sharp sharp.. hehehe she can fine for Africa shaaa…). Oyinlola’s is a really articulate Blogger. She wrote this post about Sex, and let me just say that that post had me committing Adultery in my mind **Winks as she has the ability to bring her writing alive.. Mehn that’s how good a writer she is. Its official Bubba Oyinlola, I want to be like you when I grow up.
And then Drum Rolllsss… Eden Suzaanne. I mean It’s wonderful how we meet people that can write and give us peeks into not just their heads yeah, but their hearts as well. Reading Eden Suzanne’s blog always lives me awed at how Natural a writer she is. I mean she is an awesome lady who is able to heal others with her words, inspire other with her lines, and experiences. Mehn Susu :) You are one of the coolest writers I have met o- Jari… ** In Toinliciou’s phoneh voice… I am proud of you :).
Have you guys gone over to my Otunnes blog. I mean one thing I love about Adaeze’s blog is her ability to give voices to her alphabets. I read her Blog and I am like in Ernie’s voice..goddamnbullshit this geh can write..:) She is able to tell tales that makes you get lost in your own imagination. Go on and check.
And finally my Blog smallie, and the only geh that calls me an Aristo ( I mean who ever heard of a 23 year old Arist? I love that child already). Hehehe let Wajilda catch you.. Mehn if you haven’t met Modupe, then you are on a looonnngg thing. Mehn she is a real sweetie eh. I love the way she is all young and confused. Kinda reminds me of me when I was 17. To me she has a great Future as a blogger.
Someone please help me Beg Changing Post Codes to come back on.. :( She is one of my most favourite bloggers, and i know she is under a lot of pressure and all, i just wish she will write more. So this is me tossing my wishing coin into the well of hope, believing someone could help me beg one of the coolest writters I know to come back on.