The World As it Spins

Don't Urinate Here (Revised and Illustrated, even censored) I took this picture at the labourer's shed at a construction site at FUT Minna Gidan Kwano. Always keep a camera handy in Nigeria! Have a blessed day folks.

What do you want? I want to know Christ, glow his light and climb new heights, I want to have the kind of life Nigerians envy. I want to be rich and famous, be my own boss-Nigeria’s MVP. At the same time I want to remain humble, sure you know pride goes right before the tumble. That’s the life I seek, I want to be meek, in face of daunting trials, raging fires and sinful desires. This life, life is so unreal, we can’t live from the way we feel, situations are just illusory phases, even daisies eventually fade. Eternity is reality, where our eyes should be, heaven is where I know I would be. Times are really hard, it’s hard to keep up with the latest fads, wanting to look cool, and hold my sanity on the other hand, and funny how all these just amount to vanity. I want to come out of my shell, let the world read me-be the book off the shelf. Engrossed in these thoughts, Lamah calls and tells me he’s lost his mama. My heart goes out to my good friend; I believe it will be all good in th

“Praise God!!” A husky breathless voice charged. ‘’Hallelujah’’ the scanty congregation thundered. I vividly remember the first time Kunle went with me to church. Kunle let his eyes take in the chaos around wide eyed. The air was thick with moisture, most probably sweat from the writhing bodies of the wriggling and hopping worshippers. Apparently in this church any form of body movement was accepted as dance provided it was jerky, and was in rhythm to the music. Music fuelled the frenzy. Kunle had watched with his mouth slightly agape as the chaos approached its crescendo; an old lady sitting behind us attacked our ear drums intermittently with ear piercing shrieks from her whistle. Worse was the music, cacophony of noises to be truthful. An old battered piano that had seen better days in partnership with an incompetent pianist made good of the atmosphere to create music. The music or noise irritated Kunle the accomplished guitarist. Disgust mingled with amusement was stamped on Kunle’