The World As it Spins

Credit: Jerry X Based on true life events The events described herein happened to a bosom friend of mine. It is with his sad commission that I share this story. He believes that by some stroke of good fortune, this story could be a way out of his sadness. This the story of my beloved friend whom I shall not name to protect his identity. My friend met this lady at a professional engagement about this time last year. In his words “I caught sight of her when she stood up to introduce herself. She just stood out from the crowd. She was not just beautiful but she spoke intelligently. I knew if I did not get her number, I'd have fallen hand”. He further confided that I served as extra motivation. That he knew that if he let her go, I'd not tolerate any made up stories. While I feel humbled, I must clarify that I do not push my friends to go a-philandering. I just detest sloppiness, timidity and inferiority complex. So when my friend brought news of his new acqu

Editor's note: Due to popular demand, this treatise is being republished. This is to reach a wider audience with the unique wisdom of Bro. I G. Why 'Baby' is Not an Appropriate Appellation of Endearment: A Treatise By [your favorite] Bro. Immanuel G My first treatise was on women eating men's money. I can say it was well received. I was inundated with calls, texts and emails from worried bachelors who had also been suffering from eating disorders wherein women ate their money instead of them. I shall address that issue with solutions after I conclude further research. I have observed that several grown people are in the habit of calling their loved ones "baby"/"babe" and other infantile derivatives. I too was once a partaker of such tomfoolery-shamefully. Having seen the light, I have decided to take my time to write this treatise to open the eyes of the ignorant many. It is a retrogressive term is a to use for an adult Wh

I'm at my barber's at the moment awaiting my turn. It took much determination to make it to their place. On the way there I walked past three other salons. As I walked on I heard the tempter telling me to branch in to one unisex salon. "Look at those fine girls in there". I quietly rebuked the devil. Cheating on your barber is a terrible form of cheating. There are times in life that your loyalty will be tested. Like I was this evening. You have to just walk on and away from the temptations. Anyway, that is not the thrust of today's sermon. Having a haircut for me is not just about trimming follicles and aesthetics. It's like rebirth and more of a philosophical experience than a physical one. When I begin recovery from an illness, the first thing I do cut my hair. After stressing periods, I cut my hair to do away with the negative vibes and welcome new new beginnings. I was telling Mercy about this and I think she thought it was a weird thing. Well, ton

I do not know what I shall leave behind as my legacy. My legacy would mean different things to different people. My daughters and sons will receive a legacy quite different from what my wife would. Their opinions about it would differ. Same guy, different relationships. If someone thrusts a mic in my face and asks "What do you want your legacy to be?", here's what I would say; I want to be a good parent. I want to be the kind of dad whose children will not be scared to share deepest secrets with. It takes a lot of hard work to get there but that is what I want. I also want to be a father of great children. I think raising another generation of thoughtful, kind and responsible humans is an important legacy. One of my heart desires is finding someone to share my life with and helping her be the best of herself. Most importantly helping her achieve her God-ordained destiny. Then overdosing her with love on a daily. My friends should be able to say I helped

A few days ago I received the news of the death of a classmate of mine at the University. His death evoked several emotions; sadness, anger, shock and disbelief. It also pushed me to deep thought. For persons who knew Muhammad Fulani, he was a person who was deeply interested in how the earth worked. He loved knowledge and was deeply committed to whatever he set himself to do. I knew he was a staunch Buhari fan, and I used to exchange banter once in a while with him. He left a legacy. I think whatever we leave behind when we dissolve into the infinite light is our legacy. Legacy is largely unquantifiable, we can not measure it in figures or units. It is how we make others feel. It is what we do and how we live. You can not decide to not leave a legacy. Whether you like it or not, you are leaving something behind. It could be good or evil. One could be tempted to think "I'm not living for anybody, I don't care about a legacy", true but leaving a good legacy

Remember Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann’d: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad. This poem by Christina Rossetti always gets me thinking; what is my legacy? What would I be remembered for? Would I have failed in life if after I leave I'm forgotten in the twinkling of an eye? I hope to write a few pieces in this direction in the soon coming Legacy Series. I do not have the answers, I just have my thoughts to share. Stay tuned.