Wanting more I pined. Though I knew t’was all in vain, I did not give up. Loving you I hoped, Someday you would see my plight. That has never been. Spitting words, I wished My missives would arrive in peace. But they never did. You said to leave us As we were. Just friends. No strings That would never be Forgive me if I’m Recalcitrant, hard to shake, I am flesh and blood.
I never had a six pack. Even at the height of my athletic prowess, back in the day when I was the starting defensive midfielder a la Dietmar Hamman for my departmental soccer team (hey, only for two games, but I was first choice!), I still had that tell- tale bele– the ineluctable consequence of blasting moles of eba at Mama Clara’s Buka 12. Way back then, it was still possible to grab three wraps of eba, and a ring of fish with a mixture of egusi and ogbono soups for all of twenty naira. And us kpakorized Engineering boys duly worked it to a fault, thanks to Mama Clara delivering piping hot eba timed to perfection. Thursday with Baba Sala was our nadir; 7 straight hours of back breaking, morale sapping, soul mortifying Engineering drawing made us prime candidates for a double dose of the Campus-famous eba and mixture that was Buka 12’s specialty - first at 8.30am enroute DO2 and then by 4.30pm on the way back. ...
Totally unintelligible post alert! Mehn… I tire for this book marra o…. Oyinbo sef talk say ‘all work and no play go turn persin to jackie’… Na im make me come try yarn some small okpata; make e no come be like say I dey turn kolo……Shey una grab? No min’ me o.. I just dey try clear my o gor, make small space for correct book fit still dey… Aftera.. I no thief persin certificate o.. Dem no dey die put jare! ...
Age, chronological or otherwise, slowly creeps up on us. Once upon a time we were a tiny cell, birthed by the fusion of gametes which then morph into a tiny organism. With time, we grow bigger and then get birthed - being thrust out into the hardened world called life. We age: grow bigger, develop facial hair, deepened voices, broader chests.. and then the gray hair… leading to the inevitable slide towards old age and death… ..a self-perpetuating cycle. ...
I promised you I would wait, All those many years ago. Alas my steely resolve is faint, And my strength is all but gone. The space I meant for you alone, I’ve somehow rented out for lust. Things I should tell you alone, I’ve muttered to ears in throes of lust Images of you, once crystal clear, Have blurred with time to rusty flakes. The flames of love you once inspired, Have somehow being replaced by fakes. ...
Sometimes clarity hits you suddenly, at other times the obvious slowly becomes apparent. I don’t quite know any more which case my epiphany was – bottom line though is that at some stage I finally realized that I had the beginnings of a mid life crisis in hand. On the surface though, life was great - good prospects, nice reputation, the whole nice guy persona, great friends and a life most people would envy. The harsh reality though is that life couldn’t be farther than that! ...
When its all been said and done And the sums have all been done. When the music has been stopped; And the dance floor has been cleared Will I have danced in my own place, Or merely saved my face? Selah
LONG POST ALERT…. First off a big shout out to all the peeps I met with or spoke with during my trip to Nigeria - Doug, PoeticallyTinted and Naughty Eyes. You peeps made the calisthenics of moving around Lagos less torturous.. Dante, I dey vex big time.. We go ruff things when next I enter LasGidi.. Mscheeew.. Hmmm.. Belated birthday wishes too to Funms of the paused journey….. No do anyhow o!!!! Thankfully, you peeps didn’t ask me any really hard questions, so here are the answers..You’ll not get under DB’s skin ever again.. So savor the moment.. LOL ...
I absolutely adore African food - I made it a point of duty to eat everything from amala, eba, party jollof rice, beans, moi-moi, yam porridge, nkwobi, and that peculiar Cally town culinary delight of Ekpangnkukwo as well as a sampling of soups - ogbono, egusi, afang, editan, afia efere (hmmmm), and even gala and several FanMilk icecreams flavours all in the space of 12 days. In fact, the ability to make piping hot akara is a key requirement of the future Mrs DB! ...
Found this news story on the daily telegraph… Apparently in the relatively quiet backwaters of Sunderland, a certain Mr and Mrs Cartwright could potentially face jail term over violation of an anti-social behavior order.. The crime? Noise making of a curious kind! If only I could get them to sort out the French flatmate I have who persists in bothering my celibate ears every two weeks, that would be just fine!!!! ...