The World As it Spins

Today is my Dad's birthday. Happy Birthday Dad. I wish I were home, it would have been a good day for my tummy. I just disposed my phone off, I feel like am in some cave, deep in the Atlas mountains. So, what has been happening? Did I miss something? To my ex phone, we have gone through a lot together, serve your new master well as you have served me well. You know all my secrets, spill them not. For lack of anything serious to say, I'll end this right after this > full stop.

I really love music, in fact I am currently writing some rock song. I call it “Day walker”, it is actually a cover song, and you guessed right, it’s an Owl City cover song. Am 50% done with the writing, if it turns out real cool I may think of recording it eventually. By the way, I’m in need of some help in writing a verse of the song, if you have experience in song writing and you are interested you can kindly hit me and save a bro. The song is not about Money, Sex, A woman’s behind, Booze. The above is the summary of hit tracks these days. I for one am sick of hearing sex maniacs on the radio all the time. Most of the time the tracks they play on the radio are highly perverse and I wonder what children are expected to do. Oh, it’s such music that is regularly played at children’s parties and similar events. I complained to a friend on how empty and perverse lyrics are these days and he told me all that matters is the beat. True, but why must it be always on the same old se...

I spent my Public Holidays in Jos. I was there last in 2009 when I went for my University of Jos Post UTME screening, I had wanted to study Computer Engineering there. They were stingy with their admission and God rewarded me with admission at a better school (no hard feelings). A few things have changed since I was there last, everything still looks vaguely familiar. The girls there are still very fine ;-D .It was really a cool trip, it was also very cold. At some point it was 18 Degrees Celsius, I was just there shivering. If being born in a place confers citizenship, I went to my hometown. Now am back in warm Abuja, the warm sun light is a welcome change from the shiver inducing Jtown cold. Am at work and most of my peeps are not here, just four out of about twenty interns showed up. It is boring and dry. Lest I forget I had this weird dream (a recurrence of the dream actually). In the dream I did a job and got paid a 9 digit sum. The first thing I did? I ran to propose [marriag...

Good God! I just saw my blog has received about 1030 page views. This is goodnews, the fact some blogs recieve about 4k pageviews in a day notwithstanding. This got me reminiscing on the history I share with computers and the Internet. I remember the first time I saw a computer. It was sometime in 2002, my Primary School had acquired a computer at that time and the computer tutor took pride in teaching us about it. I remember part of our lessons included practicals in which Mr Moses the tutor would summon you to 'the computer' and ask you to type your name. I recall approaching the computer with great awe, and humility and using my right index finger to 'input' my name, I-M-M-A-N-U-E-L. I recall the great pride that followed afterwards. I was in awe of 'the computer'. We were taught we not to just put it off like a TV, we had to carry out some special procedures called 'shutting down'. Only one dude in my class, Elijah Monday knew how to shut down ...

This occured Friday night last week. I was sitting at a table listening to the Night Visions album by Imagine Dragons. My FUT Minna pictures were doing a slideshow. Then it came over me like a wave. If I were in school what would I be doing right then? Its 9:40pm most likely I would have be chilling in my house, or pursuing the things that give me peace. Things like walking home from school at night, alone with my thoughts and escorted by a little fear. Sometimes staring at the lights from town make me happy. Other times taking in the beauty of the campus at night from the Penthouse of my complex does it for me. When can I do these again? The fact that I Can not pursue any of my weird habits here really bores a hole thru my heart. I miss my buddies, who don't mind me visiting at really odd hours of the night. Or my room mate who has to bear with me disturbing him with Owl City music. Those are real good times. I really miss school. Not school school. School outside the classroom, t...

There are sometimes lots of questions begging for answers arise. Will I get job when I graduate? Will I graduate with something better than a 2:2? My CGPA is dancing [Skelewu] on the brink and I constantly pray it doesn’t sink further. Will ten years meet me with a PhD or shooting videos in HD? Will I grow up to be a technocrat formulating policies or will I turn out to be a business man. Will all my grand lofty dreams work out or will they be crushed on the cold slab of reality? Will my life be a true success? How much impact am I making? Do not get me wrong I do not doubt myself, I do not doubt my abilities nor do I doubt God. In fact the one thing I am sure of is this: Jesus has got my back, so everything connects and holds together like my vertebrae. Plus no backaches! I remember five years ago when I was still in Secondary School, I had so many questions too. I wasn’t sure if I would be a doctor or a pilot, I didn’t know if I would be a student at Bingham University or a ...

It’s going to be an avalanche of laughter When we meet and thereafter The cold dewy night shall give us audience And our happiness will fill this place with ambience It’s going to be to be an Avalanche of tears When the time to leave draws near It will pain my heart seeing your face leak Staining your pretty face with salty streaks It’s going to be an Avalanche of memories When you remember those melodies Which we sang when we were young But of late have remained unsung

Hey guys, my friend Chimieze graciously agreed to contribute this short piece. Read and Enjoy! People get sad, then keep that sorrow bottled up in them hoping for the strength to carry on. Sometimes, in weak moments they wish their tears would come out like the rain and give them comfort. Now it is my turn. I am sad. I held my tears and comforted myself with false imagery to ease my pain. But now, it all comes out and I let the tears fall down my cheek...then the clouds change and the rain pours. I begin to wonder why the rain is compared to tears. Tears slowly slope down in drops and show the world we are hurt and we are able to bare our souls. While the rain falls completely confident that you can not stop it. You can not even rub it off like you do with a handkerchief and a tear. When it falls, you know it because it stands out to be seen.  So, it easy to get hurt and show our tears because we are all humans. But it take guts and courage to show that we can overcome s...

Some hours past midnight as I slept, rolled off my bed and landed with a thud on the cold tile floor. I hit my coconut head on the floor, I could tell that from coconut sound the impact my cranium made as it hit the floor, and of course there’s the pain that was so real. I just scrambled back to bed in the dark, thankful that today was a public holiday. I nursed headaches and wild dreams all through as I slept.  I woke up late in the morning, the headache was gone but then my room in some vague way looked different. Looking out the window, I discovered I was on the 4 th or 5 th floor of a condo somewhere in Abuja. From my window I could see little children all dressed in green shirts waving little Nigerian flags as they marched through the streets. Didn’t President Goodluck say today’s Independence celebration will be low key?  Whatever was going on outside down below was big, there was fanfare and confetti all about the street. I get dressed and go down to the...