WHaT liFE HaS TauGHT mE…

I am my own antivirus, I scan through my system every now and again I never stop scanning, and I never stop quarantining myself either because there’s always an escapee; always one mosquito that sieves through the net.

Humans are built to endure whatever it is life throws at them but we don’t just get there, plus a superhero isn’t built in one day it takes time so before one becomes that role model or attains that celebrity or s-class status, look inward bro, there’s always a story that follows.

I’ve been in bed for some long hours but still unable to catch some sleep, you might wanna ask why?? Do I even know? Been thinking through the darkness while my eyes were wide open, going to Italy and back, performing to a thousand crowd and back, designing a masterpiece and back I’ve fulfilled all of my dreams within a very short period all in one night but guess what? It’s all in my head just like the girl said she was gonna marry Nick Lachey in the song. Sometimes I ask myself, is it really cool to fantasize? Well not in your subconscious I.e… Lol.

A million and one times over I’ve wished that I approached life aggressively from the onset and not calmly like I always did, I’ve lived a life of procrastination and getting comfortable but all that’s in the past. I tell you what, life sucks when you’re in the doldrums, in your mind you’re moving, you turn to see how far you’ve covered only to realize you’re still stuck right where you started.

I came pretty late in my family tree thusly most times I didn’t have to fight hard to get what I wanted unlike my older brothers. But I’m glad I had them, cos I saw how they had to struggle work their arse out to get to where they are now and me, w…well I think I have extra energy with the skill to match.

I’ve had to learn the hard way though, forcing myself out of my comfort zone to be useful and not just waste away I wasn’t born that way, just a weirdo who only wanted to play and not go to school. But thanks to my mother who’d always taught and shown me how important schooling was, cos it helped build this dude who now feels he can conquer and do anything and my mind just keeps traveling, that’s what life has taught me: keep traveling until you finally reach that destination; find what you’re looking for.

And remember, always try to seize the moment, don’t let it slip cos you might never get it back!!!


The Client

Three weeks ago I was in this popular eatery (everyone knows that eatery but I ain’t saying…) I knew they’d have light cos yeah NEPA just did damage and I couldn’t spend another minute sitting over the house doing nothing. So I picked up my bag and my lil mobile office (laptop) and I zoomed off.

I got there and it was a bit rowdy upstairs, a couple of guys like myself who had stuff hanging around their necks like bounties were also there before me, well of course I found myself a spot and ordered the drink, it was Chapman for sure… Oh I love that drink.

So I kicked off, my studio design needed to get done soonest and while on that table, this man in his late 40s walked up to me and asked if he could join me. Why not I answered tis a public place after all, so he sat and since he wasn’t one to shush for 2 minutes he kept throwing the questions, finally he said “this world is a small place” he grabbed my clutch pencil and began to sketch horribly just after I told him what I studied in the university.

In my mind I was thinking oh no not now you don’t want me to design your house Sir? But then again I need the pay cos it sure would fill up some loopholes I already have in my wallet. Whatever mehn i’mma hustler I again told myself. In as much as time isn’t my friend right now, I guess I’m about to make him one. He gave me his brief and said I’d see you in… two weeks I sealed his big mouth with. OK then he said.
Two weeks came faster than a bullet and before I said jack! Tomorrow was our meeting and I had studio submission just a day before, of course I couldn’t touch his design and neither did I finish my studio. And on Saturday I found myself trying to burst a plan to show this client who buzzed my phone for close to 10 times within those two weeks. He called me up at 5pm and asked to meet in 30 mins, no p man, I’d be ready.
I was pleased with self and was optimistic he was gonna like what I had for him, I wasn’t wrong either. He came with his beautiful wife and yeah jury went on just fine…lol. We meet up in two weeks again young man.

Its two weeks and here I am trapped in this cab a hundred and thirty kilometres away from Jos and the worst part, I ain’t ready!!! How’d this happen? Last night I just couldn’t do anything, was it fatigue I really don’t know but mehn my brain was too weak for any fresh ideas as I lay on the rug in my room with a mouse in my hand while listening to Cold Play… I listened until I slept off, forced myself back up, still couldn’t do a thing and went back to Venus; Mars? Wherever I can’t remember…

My bulgy eyes flipped open and it was 5:42 am, I gotta be in church by 6:30 after which I’d begin my trip to go meet Mr. Magnus. In my head everything was gonna be fine, I’d leave Lafia by 9:30 tops, I reach Jos at say uhmmm 2 in case of traffic and in 4 hours I should be ready for my Client.
Church went well and we came out just in time, I strolled to the ATM and my darn money refused me vision claiming to be in my pocket already, but how what!!!! I yelled no way!!! That’s my…. Shit!!!
Now everyone I know was in church and now I can’t get on that bus without cash, now I’m stranded and will have to wait 2-3 hours before I could reach someone. I called but no one’s picking, they’re in church mehn just like I insinuated. A few minutes before 2pm my phone rang, it was my man to the rescue. I left for the park asap and it’s been an hour thirty minutes since we commenced the short trip. Just half way down, and it’ll be almost 6pm before we hit town. I might reach early enough for me to meet my client but the question is, can I show him something or simply put, is that 3D presentable??? It would have been if only i had the house painted just like he suggested the last time. And yes the road just got blurry… the rains are here…Darn!!!

My Addictions…

Do I have one? How did it all get started? Am I still stuck in it? If yes then how do I outrun it?

Growing up does come with a whole lot of issues and exploring the outskirts is definitely one of them.
I grew up a normal kid, good kid who loved to play more than he did school. I wasn’t addicted to any bad praxes except but of course play which I think was the usual for any normal kid my age that’s not a weirdo. However ever since the ages of 5 & 6, I’d been adventurous, inquisitive like the baboon that loved being happy to say the least, and i enjoyed most of my childhood days… growing up was fun, but the transition into adulthood was a bit snowballed though; kind’a slow, my peers had grown beards, and almost twice as tall as I was, yeah I was that little, that little dude walking amongst those giant guerrillas (I felt safe and protected though hehe). I would shield myself real good while in the public bathroom in Sec. School (well you don’t need to know why… chew on that…lol) and well, I wasn’t always lucky.

It took me time to mature as a male breed and for the height, even while I was still little at age sixteen when I graduated Sec. School, I always believed that I was gonna add up some few inches, maybe even feet and I wasn’t wrong, (think BIG the book said). Plus maybe that belief helped/made me outgrow myself or perhaps responsible for inducing growth in little old me. I hear that a particular meal/food has a lot of protein in it and I’d jump at it, it didn’t have to taste good, that’s how I became a fan of snail; yeah I said it, Snails with an s!!! Many years after school, whenever I come across the big huge boys from back in the day, (as I thought they were), they often look and are much more smaller than I am, my maturity can then be said to be delayed, whatever the cause, lack of essential vitamins and nutrients I needed for growth? Maybe…

So while on that adventurous breath-taking youthful journey crossing over, I picked up quite a few droplets of awful bad guys in black hoodies called ‘habits’, I managed to drop a few of them along the path in the “clean thyself river” but not one. One of the dudes is still stuck in there; somewhere, in my backyard. He’s my guilty pleasure yet my worst enemy and nightmare, and sometimes I wish I never met him, never gave him a chance to stay the night over, cos over the years he’s proven difficult to outrun.

I had this friend who used to smoke some good sticks of cigarette and I was always on his case as though I was his dad; all up in his mix like akamu… hehe, whether or not he’s dropped dead his own bad guy in the sticks I really can’t say, but my bad guy, he still lives right there in my backyard.

On a bad day, he’s my first misadventure before I leave the house and probably the last shadow to lay in my bed before my eyes close, cos he lives inside of me; my addiction, you’ll never know unless I tell, and that’s why I still don’t know yours.

The song said, “there’s always one addiction, that just cannot be controlled” (Mute Math in the great song ‘You Are Mine’), thusly if I’m able to control and conquer my on-going belligerence with the bad guy, then you can call me and say “hey angel” and I sure won’t be faking a smile, or better yet you can again say “you see that dude, he’s without problems” like my colleagues often think (huh! for their mind…mtcheeeeeeew, who’s without problems?) and again I won’t see it as being outlandish or eccentric cos with that in my head, I’d be like, I’ve conquered the bad guy; my addiction, and he’s long been buried… long gone… far gone for – so – long…

But until then, I’m still here, fighting… #neverquit!!!