Ho Ho Ho

....Merry Christmas folks....
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Randoms....Dear Manager in f%^ words and pictures

My manager told me today to 'make more use of colors and pictures in my presentations'. I told him i'm a +^% analyst not a pre-school artist! He grumbled that i never accept anybody else's constructive opinion...so heck, here goes...my toast to words & pictures dear ^%&^ manager!

This is me:
I'm a guy with the big head who considers it...useful...to have a pretty girl(friend) to up your confidence game.

I have big dreams...and every step in my life has been in pursuit of making these dreams come true...and very many life altering decisions i have made.

Yet i find it a bleeding irony, because for all of the decisions,i feel all i have done is repeatedly altered my geographical location yet remaining in the same rut.....

Three years ago, I had coffe break looking out to third mainland bridge traffic trying to figure out what exactly i'm doing in this place. Today, I have coffee looking out over Canary wharf still thinking what exactly i'm doing with my life...it all makes zero sense. So i have concluded that work is just work. Lets just keep singing FML every morning, pay the bills, and get back to the drawing board to find the master-plan...or Master's plan...

I am a Christian....and here is the irony in that...There is a ridiculous order of priorities in my existence at the moment. I say a few seconds of prayer when i kick out of bed in the morning, do my devotions whilst taking a dump, and muse a rambling to God whilst commuting to work about how i hate my life. I wonder how xtain i am....but i think my heart is very earnest about the predominantely worship music on my ipod.

I am very introspective, hence very easily prone to stupid bouts of depression. But instead of getting all suicidal and sad, i just get sarcastic. And all these oyinbo people will be thinking s%&t is funny...until they see suicide note,then they will be saying, 'OMG, boy, you mean he was for real?' But nahhh....

I know pain like i know the lengths of the stretch marks at the back of my hand. I have screamed as the car collided into ours and the windscreens shattered...I have raced through traffic to the hospitals...I have made frantic calls home and felt helpless as my world crumbled a thousand miles seperating me from the reality of things...I have curled up as the pains returned. I have been under the doctor's instruments...I have fought for loved ones...I know pain like i know the lengths of the stretch marks. On account of these,i think he makes more grace abound. But i keep fearing that i have not seen the worse of things,so instead of living being thankful for the sun and the birds, i am sceptic that one day God will let the worst happen...This is not a pretty inspiring devotional page...this is life...like many of us have come to know...Pain happens, and Life must be beautiful still.

So dear boss, i'm sure by now you will agree, that it is a safer bet to just let me stick to the number charts and boring graphs that i am trained to do. All this talk about pictures and colors, just brings out the worst in me.

To end things on a cheerier note. Dear God, could you give me a really pretty, super adorable daughter. I promise to love and pamper her silly. And we'll both have a super sense of humour and watch intelligent youtube comedies and DefPoetry shows like Wyclef's immigrant...none of all these TONTO DIKE Sumthings!

Randoms...clearing mind clutter....

All of life is a random blog..

1. Life is hard...and sometimes it all just makes zero sense.

2. Whenever i sign into blogger, i end up wandering blogsville till 2a.m...

3. These days I'm fed up with Nigeria, my home...it ends up a loathesome situation because for the most parts, I can't stand London, and America gets on my nerves...So many of us just end of as foreigners living in the middle of some limbo with no real place to call home.

4. God....

5. Some people in my life are super awesome person...

6. Blank

7. Blank

8. I'm sick of .......it is a complex situation how the thought of it just repulses me.

9. God....

10.I'm travelling in a few days...looking forward to that.

11. I hate change.

12. I confess that i couldn't quite stand Myne Whitman some years ago. I couldnt understand what the big deal was about a Nigerian love story book. I confess that I still have not read her book...but over the years, i've frequented her blog and grown a healthy respect for her. The current issues asides...I think she's really awesome.

13. I swear to God, all these tabloid blogs sha.

14. I bought a large ....and we had a massive laugh about the whole situation.....

15. Laughter is...fickle.

16. This is the reason why i think some people are super awesome...because some of us frankly just admitt that we need a shrink....

17. People are hard to rely on. So it makes me wonder why we give such a bother about what people think. Nobody really gives a rats backside about anybody, so why not live-out-loud?

18. Today, i stood at a cross road between a club, and kfc...then i pushed open the slide doors and ordered a snack box with one piece of chicken, loads of ketchup and ice cold pepsi.

19. I have doubts about God's promises...i wonder what that makes me, and what He thinks about that. I'm not having fickle doubts..instead i'm questioning the rationale of some of the instructions in the Bible...like wondering out loud, 'uhmmm, i'm not sure this makes sense you know.'....i think that's another level of heresy, but i can't stop the thoughts.

20.I have all this..stuff, and it still doesnt even make sense.

21. Some folks are full of rubbish and i know i have my own garage truck full of racist tendencies....

22. What is it with all these comments moderation word verification nonsense all over people's blogs? Do you know how much effort it takes to squint and try to get those words right. STOP PUNISHING YOUR READERS. It is not fair!!!

23. How often do you wish someone would 'get you' right to the very depth of your soul? But its funny that when you find that possibility in a person, you start to consciously reserve the 'right of access' to 'all of you'. Feeling violated at the thought of a stranger trespassing every secret corner of your being without permisssion. So you withdraw, and only offer bits and pieces of you...then start to wish again for someone to entirely completely 'get you'...to the very core of your soul. Its a stupid vicious circle.

Yet, all of life is a random blog..

The third Mary.....

I have got everything....like many of us have achieved... (and of which i don't doubt the brevity of things)... But something is missing... a void more blatant when i wake in the mornings...and when i toss myself to sleep at night. And time is ticking....and i'm only inching further away into this nothingness of things. I know that day will come soon... when i will walk away. How many of us inched away into the third Mary....do you also find yourself in an old rusty music video?

Best you get a tractor and drag me to the dang altar at this rate!

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One for old times sake...

Can a blog save a life?....


So i was chatting with an old time blogger, and the observation came up of how most pages herein blogsville have developed into one-liner tabloids and fashion pages. #Hold-up before you hurriedly crucify the reporter...but then again, y'all know i'll run my mouth anyways without courtsey.

I have a good bunch of friends on blogger who own and 'hone' fashion n gossip pages, and admittedly, i've spent some good blog rounds being amazed by how much of mis-information i appreciated being updated about. So without a doubt, it is a genre that has its right of place and accolade. However, on another hand, it does kinda irk me. You see, this is the reason why i opted out of twitter..because i did not know enough how to keep my mouth shut and be politically correct...but you know what they say about south africans...'you just cannot be offended by by a southie because he's too busy offending everybody'.

And it is only a fool who sits back drinking mulled wine and reminiscing of how the good ole days were better than today...but exactly just that we did. Screw it, this post is not a preaching or a condemnation at anybody...i'll consider it a plea to appeal to your intelligent audience. You see,the defination of blogsville as it was coinned in its hay days, steams from the idea of a finely secluded village--a sort of euthopia, a place of rest or even recluse for the intelligent life-forms--where words and letters were the order of play. Blogsville as i knew it, meant returning home after a wasted day and entering into a mid-night sparring...a battlefield of wit and sensuality, faith and miseducation, where words would clash, inspiration would transpire, and real/fictional lives were poured out on fine parchement of ready blinking cursors and expectant commentary tabs. (p.s..someone onced asked why people drop 'First!!!', on comment pages. That practice steamed from former days...when expectation to read a new blog was a competition of some sort...only worth the while because of the worthy content of the post.)

Yes,only a fool wishes for yesterday, but out of those days were born freshies like myself who were inspired to step up to a plate and grab hold of the finer experiences i had only ever dreamed of-after a'late night blog round. For all of the good and the bad, the evil and the vile. I read them, and i was determined to live them and experience them myself, in all of its exotic glory-at least how so ever it wished the writer to describe them. So i have lived out the same late night in Paris, weekend in Geneva, skylight wine tasting in London...all for the sake of being able to enrich the words i put down and the underlying creativity. The world has moved a whole lot further than pictures of whatsoever prostitute Davido was shacking up with in Ghana...heck, Kony 2012 videos went viral in less than a week. So ehmmm, i doubt i really want to know the bust size of Linda Ikeji's mother.

For old times sake, i would want to read someone tell a simple story weaved in exquisite literature....of the blogger who sat next to a stranger in the local library last week...how i could tell she was nigerian,but the words from her lips tasted like the Italian holiday i am dreaming of next summer. How all of my usual wit dried like kilishi under the northern nigerian scorching heat, but i was determined not to dull myself anyways. How i could tell she was also stealing a few glances, but i played it cool, not because my usual cool was up my sleeve, but because the situation was impromptu and i couldn't conjure up any scarce cliche catch-up line-even for the life of me.I'd want to be convinced of how this incidence tickled the blogger's memory, not because i ended up scoring a hot girl, but because i didn't...because her college boyfriend was having none of my coy tactics!. And how my over-confident self wouldn't have any of this defeat until i'd devised the most under-handed scheme ever...returning one week later with a handful of investment bankers for materialistic back-up (and you know how loud of a mouth they have) and asking if she'd like to join us for a drink....And did she say yes? That would be hidden within the context of the post. What would be the point? The simple fact that when all fails, the appeal to materialism does the trick anyday.


And for old times sake, i'd wish to read of how i met a couple whom the wife had a secret life of a compulsive annonymous blogger. I'd want the post to deftly describe to me how i found out...from her compulsive computing behaviour...how she stays up till late night, alone in the sitting room with her private mozilla browser. I could smell her from a mile away, and i knew of the trouble that was brewing in the marital front because her husband just could not understand what she was getting up to. He asked me for advise...is she cheating on me...is she seeing someone online...is she into pornography? But what could i possibly say? Tell him that only last week i was mystery dating with a blogger and discovered that....

I understand however, even with all said and done that this post is like tossing a coin into an old time wishing well and hoping that dreams will come true. That maybe we will sign into blogger tomorrow night and and a blog post title will make my eyes shine, my fingers tremble with excitement and the competitive streak in us will spring to life...causing that domino effect of blogger trying to undo blogger in a show of wit, a battle field of the literal mind. But dreams as dreams may be, as my conversation with said blogger concluded the discussion for me:



1.Anybody who may have remotely understood the reverie that you ranting about does not do blogger anymore.

2.Anybody who could understand and still vists blogger, is too busy trying to sieve through the fifty updates of tabloid posts to even get to your tiny post with a title that is not screaming about P-Square's new mistress.

3.....he finally concluded as he paid for his mocha...'Lets face it T.notes, we're old men in the game. We're like myspace.com in a facebook generation. Give it up, throw in the towel and find a retirement home. Thats just the way the cookie crumbles.

4. Or worse still, just get a twitter account.

P.S....In the light of intelligent conversation, this post appreciates the creativity and effort of tabloid blogging. It aims only to underline the seeming dearth of the casual creative blogger. And if all of this made no sense, blame it on mid-night blog posting when i should be sleeping. ;p

Can a blog save a life?....maybe a good blog can.

Me again.

...and we need to talk.

P.S....thanx Okeoghene, i'm alright. x.