The World As it Spins

Love in my heart Warmth in my heart, This a feeling a thousand words can't say A feeling Eight thousand words can't say I have reason to live I have risen to live.

The NeonCore TM Philosophy Neon [nee on] : A trace element that glows when electricity is passed through it. Neon is commonly used in lamps. Core [kawr] : The central or most important part of something. Neon Core : To have a neon core means your soul/being radiates a glow, and illuminates the immediate environment; this glow is usually associated with or could be a result of happiness, wisdom, salvation, joy, or enlightenment. Synonym : Spark Examples of usage: “David is such a cool guy; he sure has a Neon Core ”. “I don’t know what is happening to Zainab, I don’t see/feel her Neon Core ”. Note : The Neon Core could be seen or felt. So what is the Neon Core Philosophy? The neon core philosophy is all about the glow, the light and the human core. Having a Neon Core means you stand out for the wisdom, grace, and joy you radiate everywhere you go no matter the present challenges. Even Jesus Christ had a lowdown of this back then when he said something li...

The tale recounted is based on true events Some weeks back, on Nigeria’s Independence Day to be precise, I planned to spend the whole day indoors. That I did, I spent the day watching movies and lazying in bed. It turned out to be a quiet day all through, nothing spectacular until I received a call. An Uncle* of mine who lived in the same compound with us called me on phone and said I should meet him on his side of the house. It was about 4 pm so I trudged to his apartment, expecting to be sent on an errand. When I got there, he simply gave me a cob of roasted Maize and some Olives and that was that. It was very funny, almost awkward. I carried this funny look on my face that made his wife laugh at the situation. He just encouraged me to give it a try. I took huge bite off the cob, shaving off a large swathe of roasted Maize seeds from the cob, and then went for the Olives which turned out to be sour. Dang! The sensation is beyond description, especially when the Olive...

The strike has entered its fifth month. Lord have mercy on us, I don’t even know what to think anymore. There seems to be nothing new, save for the old stalemate. The Federal Government has been begging and the lecturers have been adamant. The students (most of them) have been idle, serving as laboratories for the devil. Just in case you have no idea about what you are reading, you are not Nigerian hence I’ll briefly summarize what has been happening. On the 1 st of July, the university lecturers (college professors as they are called elsewhere) went on an indefinite strike saying that this agreement they entered with the Federal Government in 2009 after a strike was not honored (I got into University in the year 2010 instead of 2009 due to that particular strike). I had been wondering what students could do to end this strike or accelerate its end. Maybe students affected could go on a protest, shut down the nation and grind everything to a halt and force everyone involved ...

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...