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Wrote this for Chiedu Ifeozo’s Poetry for Charity Volume 2 Project….All proceeds go to nominated charities in Nigeria. You can buy a copy here. The skies are dark, pregnant as with an impending storm, The wind is fierce, strumming out a strident wail, Our tin shed creaks, as like a ship by wind assailed, Whilst we all cringe, In fear of what the storm will bring. The rains come down, like hell’s pent up rage by fiends released, Accompanied by hail, that batters down our scant solace, Our threadbare clothes, no respite from the cold can bring, As we sit mum, Remembering when the sun last shone. ...

Edit – Just so you know, I have nothing against Lawyers and Doctors… Its just that they make me want to tear my hair out sometimes…. Its nothing personal.. LOL Quite frankly if it were possible to be ‘cursed’ with doctors and Lawyers – I think I would have that curse…. My mum is a closet doctor - maybe the disappointment of missing out on medical school made her over compensate - but all my young life I was innudated by quasi-medical books - Look Younger, Live Longer, Where there is no Doctor, Every Woman, and a slew of health books by the Seventh Day Adventists; plus all the newspaper cuttings – how smiling adds a year to your life, hyper vitaminosis, drink your way to health and all that ish.. ...

I am currently embroiled in a little family spat - with Mum, Dad and ’the Uncle’ being the principal players here. Mum is one of them prim and proper women – married in her mid twenties, had her children fairly early and then gave her career a good shot. In between multiple children and numerous extended family members, she managed to get herself three degrees in total! She also gave the blokes at work a good run for their money – and came close to landing the top job several times except for the political posturings of a few well connected individuals. She and I have this love-hate relationship though. She’s never accepted that I am grown and can handle myself. She’s always tried to help out or plain take charge of me, which I have resisted with every fibre.These days, she and I have a mutual respect. We both know where the limits are – that is the recipe for survival I suspect. ...

Sometimes I wonder what the difference is between…………… Self-delusion and Dreaming Big Hypocrisy and the Gap Trap Narcissism and Self Esteem Love and Admiration Pragmatism and Foolhardiness “If I know the way home and am walking along it drunkenly, is it any less the right way because I am staggering from side to side? - Leo Tolstoy

Had this song on repeat for the past couple of days.. Another reason for dudes to consider the wider ramifications of their actions before jumping in the marriage bag! For all who had absentee fathers – enjoy this! [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIU_rfoW77U] Lyrics HERE. The story behind the song HERE

Dancing to the heady beats of many drums; Beguiled into believing I’ve filled my place, I glide then bow, to rapturous applause. When all I have done was save my face. Deep down I know it’s all a sham, a façade, That gloomy place where make believe is hailed, And truth is lost in a swirl of dust, a charade, Where light, like sight, is blurred by drums of ale. ...

With gratitude to ‘God’ for a life well spent, and with deepest sorrow and condolences to her survivors, I the undersigned wish to announce the passing away of our most loyal, productive and dearly beloved friend, helper, encourager and employee – the one and only Miss Eleganza Biro, which sad event occurred on the 15th of May 2009 after a brief illness. Miss Biro assumed duties as examination biro at B &A on the 4th of December 2008 and presided over a very fruitful period of examinations, the highlight of which was improving average performance by over 60% year on year. In recognition of such stellar performance, she was promptly elevated to the position of Biro-at-large, one she held until her recent untimely death. ...

Quite frankly life is hard work - plans and programs are all well and good… It is in the dirty places, the grime infested workplaces that real change occurs. Rubber hitting the road, people knuckling down and acting on the decisions, plans and thoughts that they have created. Think - Plan - But then I need to ensure I am Doing stuff!

Humanity has the ability to make development sustainable – to ensure that it meets the needs of the present without compromising the ability of future generations to meet their own needs. From Our Common Future(The Brundtland Report) P.S: This does relate to what I’m reading at the moment…

Sorry peeps – Had my hands so full that I barely had the time to read blogs or even comment.. Thanks y’all for the love you continue to show… So I’ve got 8 days to the big kick off.. The final exams that would go a long way to determine how successful my high stakes gamble to head back to school was.. Spent the better part of last week studying intensely, and I sense I’m slowly getting into the ZONE.. That place where all that’s left is a cold appreciation of the task ahead and quiet optimism that you’ve given it your best shot! ...