I’m still the WordSmith*!

I just realized I haven’t really written anything on here since I got this device

its been work, work and more work that I forgot to live for myself

BUT instead, for my job and invariably my Ex-Boss.

Yea Ex,

It ended so soon I haven’t had time to even share the news.

it’s hard to say if it’s on account of many slights, or the deciding one two days to the new year.

That aside

Apparently,

I could be so much more and do equally as much.

There is the option of school in the US

and life happening there on

Or

I take on another desk job or field job,

that I would inevitably get tired of soon enough

 

Anyway,

I think the ideal thing to do is explore options and trying to make calculated decisions

whilst thinking outside the box

it’s imperative to do so

it’s easy to get constrained by limitations we set in our minds

or that which society subconsciously foist on us.

I’d try to write often

I hear I am pretty good at it

who knows I might even thrive on telling stories for a living

 

Let’s look on to this New Year with hopes and expectation

2018 is pregnant with a lot

 

A wise man intimated yesterday at the CrossOver Service,

that we would do ourselves a lot of good by being serious-minded in our walk with God

and watch things beyond our wildest imaginations as of today,

become the norm in our lives.

 

I went home with that!

Welcome to Our New Dawn

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Uber Chronicles: Mth2Wk2

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I love the nightlife more these days.

I’m endeared to the dark starry skies a lot more than I ever envisaged prior. With me, taking in the scenery and appreciating nature in all its splendor happens by default, and if it were just the vast lands of uniform green areas, or the beautiful flowers adorning some sidewalks in the Federal Capital, it’d be easier to understand. Instead, I find even the littlest of details appealing.

The streetlights along the Nnamdi Azikiwe International Airport Road, Abuja have even brought their quota to the mix.

You know what they say about intelligent minds and finding it hard falling asleep? Yh, that’s usually my story, though, this is one plague I would never pray to rid myself off especially with how much more King Solomon got by just asking for wisdom.

So to kill two birds with one stone, I take my mind and all that’s on it for a long ass drive while I get paid in the process, all thanks to Uber while at it.

We are encouraged to interact with our riders and hold the conversations however politely, for the duration of the ride. The prerogative, however, falls on me to determine the pace of said conversation; if I am not interested, I will leave you with the impression that I am a tad boring, yet competent Uber driver with whom you were fortunate or unfortunate to be paired.

Yh it could go both ways!
Some people hate it when you’re chatty, and others loathe you when you are not.

What interests me?
Matter-of-factly, I have always been a sucker for a beautiful face. I’m not drawn to a lady who feels entitled cos of her beauty, but rather, one that comes across as smart and opinionated in an instant; they can hold meaningful conversations and continually pique my interest for the duration of the trip.

I’m homophobic, but yea, smart looking guys probably living the life I’d love to own. They most likely left their sleek cars at home for some reasons, like shaking off a stalker, evading unnecessary attention or just for want of being chauffeur-driven for a change.

I also get to put my retentive memory to good use.
Considering these accounts are weekly, just like our pay slips, I look forward to recounting juicy details that might creep up somewhere within my week of pickups and countless networking possibilities.

I’m not wearing my Seat-belt!; I ain’t dying today

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On the 40 minutes drive to work today, I got talking with two doctor friends of mine, and you can be sure we talked about every and anything related to health and healthy living as time and traffic, or the lack of it would permit.

It has long been ascertained that Nigerians are more inclined to the fire brigade approach when it comes to our health; no ones wants to visit the Hospital unless it is absolutely necessary, and believe it’s only machines that need preventive maintenance. The normal allusion I have heard countless times from friends and foes alike, is that you can’t pay someone (Doctors/Lab Scientists/Radiologists) money to conduct a thorough search, and they wont find anything; they find it unlikely, comparable to looking for signs of cheating in a partner and finding none.

He intimated, after I had asked about prostate cancer, that it is a lot better if patients don’t start the process of diagnosing and treating it; this type of cancer has a slow growth rate, and most men would likely outlive it. Autopsy studies have shown that older men and even some young guys who have died of other causes also had prostate cancer that never caused them any trouble. Frankly, the message I garnered today about PC is clear to me, forget all about it and let it slide; it shouldn’t be my immediate concern. If you have the stomach for it and want to read further on PC, it causes, prevention (which they say isn’t clear cut) etc, click here

On a much lighter note, we got talking about seat belts and how I refuse to wear them at night on the drive home, as it is rather uncomfortable, especially when I have every conviction that I ain’t dying that day. He then went on to tell me about an accident he witnessed; it was during the drive home one night, from Irrua Specialist Teaching Hospital to Ekpoma in Edo State. Apparently, the car in front of him skidded off the road and collided with one of the street lights by the side, and was thrown into the bush. Since doctors are known to be selfless and as the de facto first responder on site, he stopped and joined others nearby in the rescue operation and made sure he was stable at the end of it all. On further discussions with the driver after the ordeal, it turned out that he normally was averse to wearing seat belts and only did so a few minutes before his crash, just after he stopped to buy bread.

Seat belts have been proven to save lives, and you don’t wear them just because the Road Safety officials would fine you for not doing so or cos the Lagos State Police are adamant and regardless of jurisdiction, have taken it upon themselves to enforce it thus making you hand out bribes or pay huge fines at the station. We wear them because its your safest bet at surviving an accident that would otherwise have taken your live.

Cheers

_WS_

Freewill; good or bad?

freechoicesIt is not just enough to have freewill, you have to be held solely accountable for the Carte Blanche you have been given over your life and how it pans out.

Most times I sit and wonder what the world would have been like if we weren’t at liberty to do whatever we feel like.

Freedom from control or interference within the purview of the sovereignty of God hasn’t done man a lot of good if you ask me; though, we can’t deny the fact that we have learnt more from our mistakes, than we have within the four walls of any classroom in Ivory Towers.

In line with democracy, free will still exist as you are allowed to do what ever you like, as long as it doesn’t infringe on another person’s right. The power belongs to the people, and as a leader, you must be made to face the consequences of the choices you make on their behalf.

I heard a man on television today made a remarkable statement; he intimated that studies show that the best decision makers are death row inmates, while the worst are lottery winners. That set my mind to wondering why.

Why?

Why would a man who has just gained financial freedom, opening him to a whole new world of choices, a poorer decision maker than a man in captive bereft of any hope, save a good last meal? Could it be the superfluity or dearth of choices?

Let this be clear: both men are free to choose.

President-elect General Muhammadu Buhari

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Its still a huge shock here to me, and I can say to most Nigerians. For some of us, it is because the winds of change blew rather rapidly that it left us with unwavering steps, while to others, it just might be because they were totally unprepared for the unprecedented change that took their transformation by surprise.

Some Folks would be jittery now because of contracts in progress and consequently, outstanding payments. Others would be unsettled. Why? Cos they got carried away with power and position that they didn’t quite put their affairs in order. You know it’s hard to maintain a certain lifestyle you’ve cultivated once you leave power.

Oh! How I love my country Nigeria and my fellow Nigerians. Our complexities and our reactions to situations we find ourselves contribute in making us the unique Nation that we are.

There has never been a more alive Nigerian twitter community than the one we had on here today, March 31st 2015. It was fun reading through the opinions of many Nigerians from all over, those at home and their counterparts in diaspora; alot of folks had really enlightening things to say, not forgetting the totally hilarious memes that were making the rounds.

This uncertainty that was brought about by General Muhammadu Buhari’ victory today is kind of exhilarating, I wouldn’t even lie. It just might stimulate us enough to bring about that change that we so earnestly seek for Nigeria.

Long live the Federal Republic of Nigeria.

The Chronicles of a Traveling Publicist; Ghana

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Considering the proximity to Ghana from Nigeria, I’m sure it’d be understandable if this particular account is just a little over three paragraphs long.

The flight time from the Nnamdi Azikiwe International Airport, Abuja to the Kotoka International Airport in Accra, Ghana took only an hour forty five minutes (1hr 45mins); we had barely finished having brunch, a rather tasty meal of Jollof Rice and well marinated chicken, just as we started descending. The time wasted at the VVIP Section of the airport was the longest ever we had to wait in any country we had been to, I’d like to chuck it up to the inherent beef I hear Ghanaian people have for Nigerians; It is easy to believe we are pompous, constantly thinking we are better than they are.

Accra_xxxxxxxxx_i111599_05They offered no assistance in providing a phone number for the biggest and best hotel in Accra, so instead, we had to roam our phone lines and surfed the internet at an exorbitant rate to get that information. 15 minutes after that phone call, there was a Mercedes Benz Luxury Van bearing the ‘Movenpick Ambassador Hotel Accra’ brand, with a cart attached to it for our luggage.

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Accra_xxxxxxxxx_i111608_07Check-in was smooth and the rooms quite impressive. I was particularly intrigued by the pillows, they had a way of sending me off to dream land in record time. A lot of thought obviously went into planning the layout of the rooms; there was a DVD player attached to the 40″ Samsung TV, a star shaped mirror hanging on the wall close the reading table and the beautiful abstract painting just above your headboard.

Accra_xxxxxxxxx_i116505_1700X490The scenery of the Poolside and Outdoor Bar & Restaurant let off this serenity that left you completely unruffled; I’m guessing it is very ideal for those vacationing. The waiters moved around in roller skates, taking orders and serving guests and with the ease at which they moved  up and about, I was forced to ask one of them when last he or any of his colleagues fell. This was a conversation I sparked up while he served me my grilled chicken and chips, with coleslaw on the side and a bottle of their Club Premium Lager, the signature beer for them in Ghana. I and my colleague chatted for what seemed like a bit, because the hours rolled by with ease. Accra_xxxxxxxxx_i113209_05

Once my head hit the pillow, I was off; fast-forward eight hours, we were already checking out and before long we had boarded the already steaming plane after, the short stint at immigration. Ghana was fun even though I didn’t quite leave the hotel, but they still owe me one hour due to time difference. I haven’t been able to account for that till now.

Photo Credit: http://www.moevenpick-hotels.com/en/africa/ghana/accra/hotel-accra/overview/