The World As it Spins

Irrational Fear||Rationality in the Face of Fear Son, Is there any way it is rational to fight a lunatic? Would you have imagined I had ever decided to fight a mad man? Let me share with you a small story. I lived in Abeokuta one time, and in the district where I lived there was a lunatic (as with all the neighbourhoods in Abeokuta). This guy always walked about with a stick along the road median. It happened that on this fateful day, I had crossed one side of the road to the median, when I saw him coming. He was armed with his stick and was wielding it with a fierce look on his face. I thought he even pointed it at me one time as he started marching towards me determinedly. Naked fear hugged me tight and I began to sweat. I decided to quickly cross over before he reached me but the speeding oncoming traffic made it impossible. Beating a retreat to where I came from was far more impossible. It was me and a lunatic in the middle of speeding traffic. Fear told me to get away

Letters in a Glass Bottle So I have decided to put together some of the lessons I’ve learnt in life in a 10 week epistolatory series called Letters in a Glass Bottle, it will contain a letter I’ll post every day to my future son sharing most importantly a few of the things I’ve on the way to becoming his dad. Truly, it’s honest, heartfelt correspondence with someone I’ll share a deep connection with in future but most of all it contains my ideas and opinions about current happenings which I want to put down for all history. Everything that will go down here really happened, maybe like a few names will change to protect their identities and protect the integrity of the series from their influence. Some secrets may spill but well, that is less load for me. Yo, for real son for every letter you see addressed this is not just your dad exploring a new writing style, this is me pouring out my experiences and hoping you learn from my very few mistakes (that’s an obvious lie) and get