I saw her

stealing glances at me,

smiling with a courteous face

like that of a little kid.

I move but she doesn’t.

She’s only on the billboards,

but she reminds me of her…

I saw her

from the third floor.

My eyes pierced through

the windowpane,

then through the scaffolds,

and I could see the steaming

bowl of corn on her head

as she walks down the sidewalk.

Suddenly she begins to run

chased down by the rains.

She’s heavy but there are

no houses around,

no bus stops, and no shades.

Empathy was looking

from that building, and again,

she reminds me of her…

I saw him,

he had just traveled a long distance

only to come take her home.

She’s his only daughter

and he loved her

like God loved his own.

I couldn’t help but stare and smile,

couldn’t stop my lips from saying,

you remind me of him…


Frozen Music

She speaks,

but not of words.

Only the mind listens and understands.

She puts down notes

on thin sheets of wood

forming new sounds

with every aluminium string played.

Concrete, glass, steel

are but instruments

that adds melody to her unique textured voice.

Once you stare

she never loses,

but then again,

she’s frozen.

Tis so HOT In Hrrrr…

My crazy friend Molosky said “ba a sabawa da zafin Lafia”, meaning, you don’t get use to the heat here in Lafia. He said that a couple ‘a years back when I visited him, fact is I couldn’t relate to it. I saw it just like another phrase but now, I’ll have to learn how to get used to that statement since I can’t get use to the heat. The weather’s just so scorching hot, reason why I never spend a week each time I had to come visit. The only joy about coming here is when you’re going back; just as you approach Jos you begin to feel the cool breeze blow you on the skin and all that moist just gets wiped off by the chilly wind emanating from the coolest city in Nigeria -Jos!! Oh how I miss you already.

Tis a cool> oops … sorry hot sunday afternoon and I’m out in the courtyard lying on my back receiving some fresh air. I can’t go in cos its way too hot in thrrr and the current is soooo uber high right now that I can’t even plug any gadgets to it (I wish.. :> ).

The electricity here is ridiculous and my conclusion, the solar market will definitely boom with little or less effort lest my lungs get choked up by carbon monoxide fuming off from these generators. So, investors where art thou, cos this city needs thee badddddly…lol!!!

My First Day Down The Red Dusty Path!!!

Agitated, I grabbed my shoes tied my laces and zoom I dashed out, I was ready to roll looking as smart as an Architect about to have a Jury. My journey of a thousand miles begins today and boy I can’t blow that up. I wasn’t far from that place, the place where dreams could be made or broken, well mine was about to be made cos I’mma positive mind, I never forget to carry it along, always.

Just a hundred metres away seats that wonderful dreamland I thought, some would kill to be there, I walked gently watching my steps keeping off the dusty path thinking about what lies on the other side. Mehn!! I’ve heard stories, different stories but that’s what they are, just stories, cos what I’m about to face is a reality and I can’t escape that. I wasn’t trembling inside; rather I was only being human asking questions no one could really answer but time.
In a split second I was there at the gate about to step in, step into my dream house? Nah!! Step into my new world sorta’… Hey he said? Are you a new staff here? Y-y-Yes!(What a straight answer). So can I see your ID please? I reached for my wallet, gave him a flash then he let me in, wow! That would be the last time the security man would ask me that anyway. So, huddle one crossed and I am heading for the next one. I got in the big building, and right in front of me sat this lil but calm looking Policeman about my age with his rifle by the side, he was looking down as I walked up to him like I got a message for him and said, good morning Sir! He looked up to me in amazement, and soon the muscles on his face were relaxed and next thing he was screaming my name…. Smiles and laughter as we embraced, that was my hoodie buddy right there from back in the day; our paths had just crossed again. We played football together as kids (both under the scotching hot sun and in the rains for long hours) and never thought we’d ever meet in a place like this again. Did I just meet say uhmmmm.. family? Plus he said he’d just been posted here this morning and was on his first day just like me. What a coincidence I thought! So we got chitty-chatting as the minutes passed since it looked like I was the first staff around aside the cleaners (oh boi see JJC….lol no be my fault na). After much talk I saw some of the faces I knew/recognize walk in and it’s either a good morning Sir/Ma… it kept on for the next 15mins or there about.

Some freshers just like me came by too and after a short while I saw him (he didn’t recognize me…), I let him walk up to his office while I stalked him closely, met the secretary and sat just next to her as I await my Oga at the top!

I didn’t spend 10mins before she showed me through the door, greeted him as he gave me a sit. Introduced myself and next he was like… “oh the Architect”? Yezzzir! Awwwww!!!
He asked for one Mr. Shuaibu to come up and told him to go make me feel at home (did he notice the scary and tensed muscles on my face? Uhhh not again…). So we walked down the stairs and got into this not so big office of say about 2.4×3.6m. This is a tiny office compared to where I’m coming from and shouldn’t be where an architect shoul put up I thought (I’d die of claustrophobia…hehe). Mr. Shuaibu sat on a chair and said toh, this is our office!!! No he didn’t just say that, we, our?? And we’re four here so get used to it. (whaaaaaaaaaaat!!!….what was I expecting anyway? Psssss….). He brushed me through what I should be expecting you know, normal daily routine and stuff and we smiled at a couple of things he’d say as I try to discern his kinda’ person, cool and a bit playful, hit the nail on the head kinda’ guy… yeah he’s a Civil Engineer.

Time passed, memories flashed and next, I was alone in the office with no one around, just me. And like most Nigerians, I dipped my hand in my pocket and pulled out my phone (thank god you’re not dead….) I began playing with it. Darn, is this gonna be the life here cos I’m not use to this. I passed out for a minute or two and bounced back real quick, can’t let them catch me doing that, at least not today I wasn’t gonna let that happen. I tried to force myself to get something doing to keep the bulgy lashes from closing up again but this dude just walks in with a bunch of papers in his hands looking like shreds. It was the electricity guy (Power Holdinggggg…). Gave me a bill and asked me to sign, aight at least this feels a bit cool don’t it?? Hehe… and that would be the only task I’d perform on my first day… really?? Well at least I did something yeah?? Lol!

I began writing this blog post on my phone but just before I could finish the first paragraph, the creepy phone battery fell off the cliff with my phone shutting down, that’s a suicide mehn (but you didn’t save my paragraph you! yelling at it …..).
My Big brother who’s always been like my dad from the onset asked me to write an essay with the title “My First Day at Work” and have it sent to him… Jeez mehn, dude!!! Nah that’s kinda’ obsolete or should I say uhhhhh… a misnomer maybe, you just visit ww.snowballminds.wordpress that’s all!! Lol… (haha oga at d top style). I always knew I was gonna blog about my first day here months before now, kinda’ stuff I love to do and couldn’t let this one go either, I’d love to remember when and where I started from. My former boss is gonna miss me, the Associates too and I miss ‘em just as bad, guess he’d prepared me for this piece a long time ago, I never stopped learning from his big brain. And he loved sharing lil pieces with me always, every time, and every single day…

I looked at my watch and it was still behind, the darn minutes just won’t go quick, foot dragging themselves like soldiers creeping close to the enemy line. I formed busy again and after so many awful hours, unbeknownst I looked at my watch again, boi this isn’t just happening… and if this continues, then maybe I just got a J-O-B, not a CAREER…. (that explains my blog title yeah??? Huh!!). Finally it came, and like everyone else I left the big building where I thought my dreams lay in part. I walked home just as gently as I did the first time in the morning, only this time, I wasn’t mindful of the red dusty path, I was going home anyway, after a hard day’s job….lol!!!

JOURney REflecTs… r0Ad trip to Kanke!!!

My alarm rang at about 4 a.m. and after an hour, I got out of my bed and headed for the bathroom. Simply because I’d reset the timing and pushed the alarm up an hour farther. Don’t blame me… lol

Am I running behind schedule? Uhmmm maybe not, not today at least he’s on time this time and no one will have to wait on him (like seriously??).

Travelling hasn’t been a major when it comes to my hobbies. I’d rather find myself in places I wanted to be at in one nanosecond just like the Rentaghost guys in the old drama series, think I’d be better off, but no way!! Get on the road boi this ain’t a darn movie.
So I hopped in the cab, headed for my boss’s house and there I was, waiting at the gate like a gardener who’d just arrived work early. I didn’t wait too long before my boss’s wife came to show me through the gate. I got in the office, picked up one or two, met with the associates and swoosh! We hit the road. Kanke here we come (Have I been there before? Uhmmmmm… Maybe).

I was at the back seat with my boss strapped to this seatbelt (seatbelt on the backseat are you kidding me?? And I’m like …whatever, Nigerian factor…lol) and as usual, my boss always has something to say in that big mighty brain of his, Einstein’s kinda brain i.e, he’d say stuff that sometimes makes me wonder, how’d you know all these things anyway? And sometimes when I talk, I kinda sound like him in a way (a cool thing actually). We got pass some familiar places we couldn’t ignore and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them either, like our popular Sector 8 (sounds like a movie name doesn’t it), a dream we almost made a reality through one of our clients’. It could still happen someday though (on a positive).
Sector 8 is a modern city my boss and I designed as part of a proposal for the Greater Jos Master Plan with a Dubai kinda feel (without skin friction though) but all else conforms which could have been a break from the norm on this side of the map. Well that’s that for Sector 8. Some kilometre’s further and next up we’re at Mangu, again another signature; masterpiece, only this time, it was something we can all see and understand and we drank to it, to all to the excitement and after a couple of smiles amidst convos of fulfillment, we kept on with the journey. It was the Mangu Local Government secretariat designed by my boss.

Hmmmmm tis been a while… For quite some time now I kinda lost it. More like I lost my mojo, I couldn’t write, couldn’t make music, not even my crony (diary) could feel the gentle brush of my pen breathing it’s warmth through its cold pages at midnight. I became rough on the edges. Everything was breaking away, from my hair down the bottom of my sole running deep inside, underneath my skin where beauty lies. Happiness has since relegated from my face now lurking in the shadows, I couldn’t find her. Days came, nights passed and all I had to do was keep a poker face, I was so cool on the outside but no! Not innate not there, that’s what cushions the blow… I was bruising gently… and easily… Yeah I had that too, dusty Bible? Huh! Productivity wasn’t anywhere near me and I closed my lashes more than I worked. But this journey would soon change all that. 😦

Some few weeks before now, I began picking up the pieces little by little and yeah, the images in my mirror were becoming more like me and began to make some pretty sense plus I could recognize ‘em, but what am I doing right? Is it waking up early and going for morning mass? It was doing it subliminally; maybe, well I took no cognizance of it really. So even before we got to Mangu I saw myself doing stuff I use to do a couple of years ago. I’d drink to the atmosphere; keep my ears glued to the ground tryna find the next white rapper…lol; gaze at every billboard, take the words and flip ‘em backwards, think about my life, hobbies, and me in the future. I was doing all that and the last time I checked, it was about what, a year ago? …maybe less, but that was me right there tryna take back what’s mine – my soul, my happiness.

Of cause I dozed off at some point during the journey, but for the most part, I was ‘wide awake’ like the song by Katy Perry that gets me tryna discern folks on the road each time I walked pass ‘em while playing in my head (so much love that song, yeah aight and the singer too…). 😉
Anyways, we got to Kanke, took some satellite images and some of the dilapidated structures called the secretariat amongst other buildings within the premises and in 20-30 mins we were done, can I please say ‘we was done’? Thanks, makes me feel better… So we left for the next stop, did every we had to, and began the journey back to Jos where we’d started and by 4 p.m. thanks goodness Lord, we were at Madam Calabar already rocking her plates with spoons and forks… yup yup we was in Jos, we was back home.

Tis a quarter pass 2 a.m. and I’m pressing my keyboard joyously, forming words from the abc’s locked in my long head moving in random motion and mehn tis so refreshing. I can’t believe tis me writing again after such a long time and I remember thinking through while on this wonderful journey about how awesome it feels whenever I write, I described it as talking to the one that really matters – my diary, in one of my pages. But my good friend and inspiration when it comes writing, Ngovou, says it keeps her sane. Isn’t that just picture perfect? The best way to say it and I believe it too.
When I travel, I sleep more, but this time I took a trip and drifted off the beaten path albeit a bumpy ride and still got the best outa the worst situation, I’d give up anything in the world to have another trip just like this one again…
The automatic snapping out mode, the wild thoughts, the unconscious act of day dreaming, all didn’t do it for me. The trip did. It brought me back to life, brought me back to who I am, and yeah…, it brought me “Ma Mojo Back”!!!…

These are wild thoughts that run through my mind twenyfour-seven, wild thoughts that could make or break me, wild thoughts locked inside of me… inside snowballminds!!! 😉