It Begins With The End. [Part 3]

Continued from here. Just Fu'ad and I making that “you think you’re doing me” face at a YouTube event because why not? *** I am still on the journey to finding who I am now. It’s been over a month and I have come to terms with the hollowness that besets me. Sometimes, I am happy and having the best time of my life. Other times, I am sad and just want to yell. It’s a constant battle to drown oneself in an infinite force field of positive energy. It took me some time to put all of this into words on a screen — I’m not still sure if any of it matters enough to anyone out there. That said, this is my therapy. Through life’s near-endless barrage of tough times and soul-quenching moments, these words piecing t...

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It Begins With The End. [Part 2]

Continued from here. Love yourself, folks. Love. (Credit: Twitter.com/Duchesskk) *** Maybe I should not feel that way, after all I did good with my time at my last job. I met several amazing people, got the privilege to interview some of the greatest minds on the continent, worked with individuals that redefined what new media is/was in Nigeria and beyond, and set a precedent for those coming behind me. Most importantly, I was able to take care of my family better than ever before. I don’t even take what I was able to accomplish in that time for granted either. I was able to hone my skills and fine-tune my instincts. But without that job, I soon began to feel useless. In my author profile at my former j...

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It Begins With The End. [Part 1]

Interesting isn’t it? (Credit: Twitter) Welcome. I love writing. It’s therapy for my constantly overworked mind and I want to write more. I want to stop being afraid of myself, being afraid of the world and live while I can with what I have. I realize now that I don’t need to analyse the method in my madness — I just need to acknowledge it! So here goes nothing … **************************************************************** Often times, I find myself advising my friends on moving on — from relationships, to other friendships, jobs, churches and so on. Usually, those bits of advice tend to revolve around one theme: happiness. “If it doesn’t make you happy, then just leave,” I often say. The thing with ...

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A Letter To The Past.

I don’t know who these guys are or where the picture came from. But I just had to share it. Ah, well. Dear ‘Dare (v 2.0.0.9), Baddest guy! I know you want all the finest women and lots of money but you need to calm down for Jesus. You need to grow. Everything is a process and until you learn to respect that process, you’ll keep going round in circles. Monkey no be chimpanzee o! School is also a process. I know you want to write and travel and live your best life, but your mother didn’t raise you singlehandedly for all that jazz. Put your head down and get school over with. You have to get an education, man. In anything you do, do not — I repeat — DO NOT study a science-based course for your first degree. Y...

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Love. Not All. [Episode 2]

"Oh, no! Not at all," he blurted. Then he laughed. He didn't know why, but he laughed again. "This is getting embarassing," he thought. "It's not wrecked at all. Just a dent. You should be more careful next time, though," he said, getting his composure back together. She had the most beautiful smile, though. He smiled back. "I'll keep that in mind," she chuckled. "I'd still like to fix it if that's okay." He shrugged. "Let me have your number. I'll have my mechanic give you a call tomorrow and get it fixed. Deal?" "Deal," he replied, with another pointless smile. The rest of the journey home was a little absent-minded for him. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Women weren't a novelty for him, but this one...

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