Monday, December 31, 2007

Eager

The vagueness of hope
The wisdom of planning
The disappointments in trying
The faith in distress

The anticipation in waiting
The joy of progress
The temptations to quitting
The achievements in success

The merry of the seasons
The yuletide of Christmas
The satisfaction on arrivals
The sorrow of departures

The victory in opposition
The build-up of emotions
The distractions of shrapnel
The passage of legend

The fireworks to countdowns
The resolutions for a new day
The uncertainty of the future
The fear of beginnings


-Ub©

motivation:
Wrote this piece while reflecting on the year, 2008 which is about to begin again in less than 5 hours. The summary of a life. The flashes of major events that occurred erstwhile, including the recent assasination of Bhutto. For once, I am stripped of anticipation, gambling with hope and just living like I should…making the most I can, one day at a time! I might as well stay home, alone, with my computer, dreams, resolutions, no passage rituals, just me and whoever cares….It is the best year so forth!

Saturday, December 29, 2007

seasonal palaver

the worries of life, the uncertainty of the future and the cares of the season has drifted my mind away from the exigencies of the now.

Living one day at a time and planning as less as possible is helping me deal with the pressure the season and time is putting on my shoulder.

I kindda want to ignore counting the anxiety that current events are ressurecting and focus on the changes I can make no matter how minute they might seem to be.

To make sure that it doesn't dictate my fun-having urges....Itz like having fun by all means! forgeting the now and focusing solely on the dream, the end-point......the end.

Monday, December 17, 2007

TOSALI

In a world full of flattery
In a world strikingly trifling
In a world biting and fighting
I’ll lift a hand, I’ll light a heart
When temper rises and quench
And mothers wail and birth
Where maidens seek reprise
I’ll lift a hand and light a heart
Isn’t it the voice of a lonely child?
Drowned by moans of carnal desire
Didn’t she scream like she hurting?
When you muffled the voice of reason
Where distraction abounds in droves,
I’ll train my ears, and free a life
When the choices we make
Is enslaved by our inevitable wants
We try to right the wrongs
Still it don’t make us rise
Amidst confusion and sleek ideations
I’ll stretch the arm to light the heart


Ub©


A tribute to Tosali

This material came to me while visiting Tritana Orphanage with Sara O. The motto being, ‘lift a hand, light a heart’. There was this sweet little girl, angel, doodeedoo, Tosali, her name, probably about 10 months old, who was brought in apparently because one of the aunts intentionally dislocated her two limbs from the elbow for whatever reasons when she was 8months old, holy bladabadating!…the arms has since healed and she was trying to sing and clap with me. Clapping she would have had difficulty doing with broken limbs. I was so humbled and lifted.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

CHANGE

Talk about the things that I can change
Not the ones that are beyond my power
Think about the wrong that could right
The possible ways I could’ve made it good
That little change I was too careful to make
Turned out a regret I’m too eager to tell
Talk about the decisions I have made
And what directions it has steered ma life
I could sing about all my mistakes
Maybe recite it in a thousand sonnets
Say something about my pride
Tell me about the hurt it has caused
Maybe then I can learn….
That I can change the things I can

Ub©

FRIDAY

Upon solemn nights
I wonder in thoughts
Immersed in me
Until a scene greets my sight
I feast my gaze
On a glorious sky, a starry night
Romancing galaxies, beautifully arrayed,
Clustering in pairs
Each telling a story
Then stare turns into tears
The glitter becoming blinding
Emotions can’t fathom creation
So the mind sets on a journey
Floating in despair
Searching for a pattern
Totally oblivious of reason,
The birth of a new phase
I find my mouth muttering
There’s a higher calling
Just keep your eyes to the stars

Ub©

Saturday, December 15, 2007

MUMMBLES

I wanna write on my mind
Cos my hand is losing a head
These words that I wish to say
Causes a stir in my womb
Crumpling beneath
As gallantry sits on it
I wanna uncross my legs
If I can feel my mind
Cos when I talk I spit my heart
Constantly searching my mind
For an image that looks blurring
Coming from time I feel my body wasted
I look at an end
But the chapter is already beginning
I feel safe but I am already sinking
Out where no one dares to save me
I feel desistence
Much so my reflection arouses me
Oh so horribly, ugly I am aware
I feign strength
As I walk on rope
Concentrating on the fall
The only choice, not to fall
I feign strength
But with diminishing confidence
I still doubt the capacity to strive
Still, I revere in my pride.

Ub et Suban©

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Coded

It’s like counting days to b...doom,
Timekeeping,
So often, the clock becomes a threat
Life is a secret,
Gets complex with age
The complex, be fun
Only where solutions abound
Lies, synonymous to life
The truth, very fun to tell
If only to strangers
So, I take my time,
Much that I can code my lines
When nothing to hide is fear
That the stranger might be danger,
Just another ranger with a vengeance


Ub©

Monday, November 26, 2007

INDEPENDENCE

I don’t need a saviour
I need the salvation
Exploited for centuries, I’m toughened and scary
I was made to be a star but my light is barely shinning

Time has roughened me,
Greed has polished me

I call it pride so I take the strides
To pay the price I stake the strife
‘Cause it don’t matter which tribe I slice
At the end of the day I’ll still feel the strike

Don’t trim my wings I need to fly
Don’t tame my game I’m free and wild
Take your riches I need my freedom
I said my wishes I need compassion

Said I’d soar the clouds
Dreams was that Id paint the moon
There were nights that I slept cold
But the fear of failure landed me success

Motivations aren’t made to be polar
It’s only the benefits that count
Let the pressure remain but don’t let it take control
You have what it takes I’m often told
Relax your mind, let things run the course


Ub©

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Lethargy

Veils of disappointments
Mists of gloom
Visions of eternity
Damnation in pursuit

Weaned of hope
Too tired to thrust
Marred by logic
The dearth of dreams

Wishing and missing
Retiring to mercy
More storms aroused
Still impervious, none-withstanding

To reach, akin to breaching-pass
I need fast, so I knead fast
Pulling the stops so I pitch not
Will reason stop me? I doubt one

Ub©

Friday, November 23, 2007

Eat my words

Been away from my page for a while. Not been lazy all together, I have just been working offline....a lot! My blog's is getting poetic by the day, it is not my intention. Its just that life has been a rhyme lately. It has affected my writing. This blog is just a stamp that my blog is not dormant. Things are still very much kicking in the background. The end will justify the means
I approach everyday now with a very high level of uncertainty. Life then becomes exciting and boring depending on what kindda surprise it has on its sleeves.
Been writing things that I can't post yet until it is polished and the copyrights are in place. Just came back from Langkawi, an island off the Malaysian/Thailand coast. Wanted to christen it a writing trip, drew inspiration there(had to run away from kl as it flapped me out) as I worked on a project for a friend's upcoming album . Tried to catch fun all the way too.
The trip has triggered my writing prowess...My journal gets scribbled on almost on a regular basis now. Want to be more than prepare when the time to hit the studio arrives. Vibes come and go, almost wasted when I dont get the means to document it as it births. Constantly looking channels to refine my diamonds so I can put it up for sales.
I am beginning to realise that I definitely have what it takes to eat my words....I mean that literally

Morn

Better days are here again
I could hear the birds sing
chipping about making merry
so heart skips
I am assured I can breathe

Yellow rays illunminate the sheets
the glorious sun peeps, then crawls in
ma hands run over a glowing face
a smile cracks through revealing brilliant enamel
how could things go wrong again?
I ask myself

Ub(c)

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Listen

Listen to silence’ bellowing call
Listen to the story of autumn’s fall
Listen to footsteps of friends disappearing
Isn’t this what mother said could happen?

Listen to the rustling of leaves in the park
Children, lovers, dogs stroll
Listen to familiar voices on voicemail
I’ll return your call but never do

Listen to the last drops of fall rain
It will soon be winter and you’re all alone
Listen to crumpling whispers from bedcovers
I’ll try my best but you’ll still be cold

Listen to seasons and see a reason
Listen to why and hear and heed
Listen to footsteps of friends approaching
There will be no mistaking for a second chance

Ub©

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

sonnet

Two nights in one day
Said a prayer and crept again
Two thoughts on one mind
It is well, it never will
Two things she cynically said
I love to run and run to stay
Two loves and one heart
One to love two to hate
Two things he always hears
I love you but just as friend
Few times on a single date
Found the one and then was lonely
Two days in one night
Said a prayer and lived again

Ub(c)

Monday, October 01, 2007

your worth in blings....

in the futility of living idle, my thoughts become vagabond. Suddendly I am inundated by the gross injustice and vanity that permeates this fragile world. I reason. what if we are all worth our weight in gold? Imagine if our singular net worth was measured by our weight and 'blinged'.
I dont know but that would be a damned excellent way of dealing with all the mess we have got ourselves into this rapidly evaporating earth. You are worth your weight in gold or say any other precious more expensive natural resources like diamond....come think of it! Food and other fattening diabolics would assume the exalted positions these commodities now sit in. People would just bloat like no man's bitness. Slimming parlors would launch a new line....'gain mass' and all sorts of other shitz and normalities would follow ensuit. This is one crazy ass lame writeup. But is cool to be able to think up and even post shitz when all else are not forthcoming. Imagine being worth 200kg of bling.....damn!

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

SHADOWS(draft)

I lived life in a shadow
Making love in a meadow
Soon I’d become a widow
If I didn’t make time for the mellow

Reached for the stars and caught the scars
Blend with the glow I lost in the flow
When in the snow I’m meeker and slow
Throw in the blow it’s summer and cold

A pitcher of wine the weaker my dimes
A wicker is lit the titer is blue
Don’t slumber don’t shimmer or,
The ticker is set and you’re tethering and still

So I picked a mumble and begin to fumble
It’s time I tricked the trouble and begin to fondle
There is no reason that I cannot handle
seasons and treason sessions and missions


Ub

Monday, September 10, 2007

football bling

often times we say that we are proud of our respective countries but it takes perhaps an event to really quantify the magnitude of that pride. International football is a good contender...yet still, winning a FIFA world cup any level at puts you in a state of frenzic high.
It is amazing, the adrenaline rush that football stages. Quite unlike watching the major leagues of today play, it is, if not more, exciting to watch your country play football - good one that is - and win with impeccable results.
Being in a foreign land almost denied me of that opportunity to watch the boys from motherland display their 'ballin' skills. The satelite service here does not cater for that kind of international meet hence, the need to rely on reported news to follow the stages of the tournament was inevitable. This changed in the semifinals of the tournament as the game was aired live! bless them souls.
Watching Nigerians play football can be really exciting and numbing. It is almost a norm that heads are held in the hands throughout the games. Quite remarkably, Nigeria scaled every huddle with an impeccable record to claim the 2007 - U17 FIFA world cup championship.
The finals was a rough one with no goal from both sides for 120mins of playtime....that is enough time for a seizure to commence and end. Too pertrified to watch the spot kicks which Nigerians are almost perennial flunkers, I was elated to be able to take a phone call at the instance. This kindda soothed my nerves until I heard shouts of joy...dammit I made shouts of joy. Pity poor Ininghe who was on the receving end of the phone! Not pleasant at any instance to hear grown Nigerians scream.
They saved me from impending depression.....It was just not three(3) nill in favour of the Nigerians, the Spaniards were unable to see the back of the net for the whole durations....matter of factly, two of the spot kicks was saved by the Nigerian goalie and the game was sealed in victory in history. The records will forever have it that Nigeria in the 2007 FIFA world cup tournament won at every single game they played, produced the highest scoring player, produced the second best player, took home the gold trophy and will host the next games...
Those kids maybe deserved a win afterall, the much needed liberation that this feat will bring to the, 'I quote country, their family, beer buddies, me, etc' could not be overemphasied. Besides, their perfect record of winning all games in the tournament should not be tainted
....I kindda ran out of encomiums or rather, I thought I was almost becoming corny...This, are, one of the times that I wanna wear a white T-shirt for the whole week with these words printed in green on the fore "Nigeria till I die".....hope things remain this high......we sure always make the news but, it is not always that we are tagged for other reasons than oil, corruption and scams...thank god for football

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

unedited crap

Some random shit that I penned as it came into my storage. Itz fun not to edit the things I think sometimes...you could almost smell shitz...


Unedited crap
In search for words to make a living
Sitting at the park hoping for rhymes that would catch a dime
Looking for inspiration searching for a tag
Looking at people making a story for Sunday

Wishing on heavens that September 3rd is here
I play scenes of our reunion time and countless
Life seems like I am living for your return
You always find a way of sneaking into my thoughts

Spring cleaning hoping you’d like the stay
juices flow and I make a loafer
entrenched in oblivion I make up for time
dusting scrubbing there is no room for haze
dissing praising there is no need for hate


I let my mind run amock
With constrain I release my stress into flows
I take an edge by the porch
And run fire by my spit
My top poised on ma lap
I change words into bites
On a clear Sunday morning
15 minutes by the grill
And I’ve earned the solitude I need
My words turn into silent prayers
I am singing where the hell is my heaven

Friday, August 24, 2007

value added services..

The ecstasies of a rapidly developing nation could not be overly emphasized. They are way too captivating. One could almost gauge the pace at which settlements are paving way for high end luxury accommodations.
Experts may be careful to list with euphoria possible developmental strides that might occur within a set time. They may even be too careful to miss out on the sweet sidelines

….like browsing a 54Mpbs internet broadband connection from an roadside eating shack….lovely! talk about 'catching up' with the times! Who wants Starbucks anymore?

....like working with your laptop at home while your internet is down for accumulated bills and having a neighbours broadband connection slitther in....talk about being a brother's keeper! who needs the local service provider 'nemore?

...like taking a 5 bucks cab home and having him forego the fare because neither of youz got change for a fifty and he is kindda not too patience to let you run in and get change from your housemate.....

hmm.....the little things that could be miracles!

lyricals

Love Me

chorus
If you say yu don’t love me
Why do I feel like, I cant live without you
(Tell me), how do my heart, know
That, you aint mine
How do I face reality

if your eyes could rest at night
tell me, how did I, be-come so restless
could I sleep, when I know
that, I will not wake, to see you lying by my side

hook
sometimes I feel like Im losing my head
no, but I tell myself that I am strong
I know that deep inside therez an emptiness
Only you alone can fill


It hurts so bad that I let you go
Even worse that it was when I needed you most
I tell myself that we could have fought this
With half the strength we showed love with
Yet I am sitting here alone where it all started
Reminiscing on the good time we spent together
mind tells me we could have had a happy ending
how could we have let go at just an instance


Ours was not just the love, lust sex fling
No, we didn’t fall in love at first sight
It took us months and distance to learn
That we had something the future could wait for
How could we learn to love and love to split
When does love turn to hate and hunt the soul
Itz been a while but I cant get over you
They say ‘with time’ things better
so I wait for time you’ll come home


- Ub M. ©

Saturday, August 18, 2007

delusion

What is man but a fleeting moment?

Seasons and she and I feel seasoned
Wishes and witches a tint of twitches

Once upon a time I am timed to twirl
Twice beaten I bet and bite
three times and yet, I am still telling

I waited for the sun until the moon weaned
I tarried for the dawn until dusk screamed
Dreaming to live tricked me, I am living to dream
I dread to wake and find that I am wrecked

I see visions of gold turn into molds
I wait for change until it changed me
Being so close, closing in is a miracle
When I aint trusting I am thrusting
Whatever it takes, I am taking

By all means I seek means
Hoping hopping holding horn
Quizzing quit made me quick
Hisses disses make me meek
Hustling I make ‘em hush
Searching shielding shifting sleek


The sky they say was the limit
So I commence on the stars
I stare at the stakes and stash up them steaks
I am slowed down yet I am snowed up
Arriving at a beginning, I buckle up to end
With eyes white open, I am shut out of wide shores
Waking to a waiting world, I am delusioned!

Ub(c)

Thursday, August 16, 2007

pimpin' the Nigerian Naira!

Travel back to Nigeria and give a 3 year old kid 500Naira as pocket money, the kid is bound to receive it with almost no gratitude…how many cones of ice cream could that get anyway…tsk tsk tsk!

It is amazing how thots can play out. In the quest to play a role in transforming my beloved country Nigeria into a better economy to live and operate in, I was always pre-occupied with the idea of drastically reducing the exchange rate to the dollar. It was ridiculous that a single dollar could fetch up to N126. 00 when in the early 80's, it was about a dollar to a naira...it plumetted over a span of 24 years to the current rate. This is not the worse rate inthe world, in fact there are countries that are far much worse! We were a victim of abuse, we were better and we will be bettered.
The news of prices of basic commodities rising to the thousandth mark was alarming; it could only be the bell of inflation ringing. I remember always dwelling in the past glory of the good old days when the naira and the dollar were in the same grade, coursemates actually. I couldn’t help but reminisce and bask in that glory oft times.
My prayers were answered when I saw the news yesterday about the major currency revamp that is currently being undertaken by the apex bank in conjunction with the federal government.

Hallelujah! By the 1st of August 2008, a major magic or miracle - however one may choose to see it, will happen. N100 will become N1 and $1 will exchange for about N1.25K at the forex and will eventually be allowed to float in the international market to compete with major currencies all over the world. N1000, N500, N100, N50 will all be phased out and N20 will be the highest denomination! Coins will become legal tender again and rumours have it that the Naira might be the legal tender for most West African states, talk about trippings!
This theory might seem a little but awkward to many initially but will in the long run bring many of the benefits that we been praying for over the years.

As the whole philosophy begins to play out, I tend to be angling at the comedy part. Although news has it that there will be no devaluation or change of value, among other setbacks that this mega move will bring will certainly be the issue of mental distress, the education and awareness. It will be a gospel of ‘to him that had much, little will be given and to him that had little, almost none will remain!’; you wake up and find that despite the fact that the value is the same, your 1,000 Naira in your account, becomes 10 Naira! You might be left wondering what kindda fraud you been hit with…funny! Good! Only ‘goodness’ knows the actual pros and cons that this move will make but i’m positive that the pros will outweigh cons. Nigeria, with the pace things are moving, will be a destination of delight for many, the paradise right in the trigger of Africa.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Nimblings of a wannabee

Going through archives of some original scribblings I penned over time, I came up with some that I forgotten existed. Herez an unedited bit of it, as is in ma offline journal with dates written. some are pretty wack but pimping 'em up wll just reveal some polished platinum collections....lol

CHANGE - 231006

talk about the things that I can change
not the ones that are beyond ma power
think about how that wrong could right
the possible ways I coulda made it gud
the little change I was too careful to make
turned out a regret I am too eager to tell

Talk about the decisions I've made
and what directions it steered ma life
I could sing about all my mistakes
maybe recite it in a thousand sonnet
say something about ma pride
tell me about the hurt its caused
maybe then I can learn....
that I can change the things I can...

Ub(c)

CHANGED - 271006

so sick of playing second
going outta track to please
run with the wind
dance with a wind
tossed like a dime
stood like a prop
waves of neglect whitewash me
like a riverbank ma dignity is emptied
I'l fuck what is fronted
till I gain what aint tainted
I will take ma fame
I will produce in ma pride
Ub(c)


141106

my mind is running wild
my wishes geting whined
I stroll and think
then I think I'l quit
my ink runs dry
but ma dactyls crawl still
I pray for a miracle

Ub(c)


161106

started on a wing of prayer
then ma gud gesture turned into chaos
i sold ma soud for a nimphie
and it had a toil on ma composure
left like I should live
a big boy with no sadpiness

Ub(c)

GAMING - 170611

playing aint a game
shit aint got no rules
yu'z gotta tame ya head
cos' if u break the stakes, there
ur name is stained
im doubling tricks like a juggler
trippling them then I get a stalker
ma aim is not to grind the mound
im straight up, the game is on
then whoz gonna train ma reins
im on fire, im trippling like fire crackers
the heat is on, ma sweat brings the sweets
when I roll, I twist them neck
whoz that nigga? whatz his game?
must be a luckyday, people say im lucky man
dont thrash the days when I lived in stretchs
prayed for miracles like moses for bread
now when I hit the straits, they be begging for brains

Ub(c)


MORN....

better days are here
I could hear the birds sing
chipping about making merry
ma heart skips
I am assured I can breathe
yellow rays illuminate the sheets
the glorious sun peeps, then crawls in
ma hand runs over a glowing face
a smile cracks to reveal brilliant enamel
how could things ever go wrong again
I ask maself

ma head goes for a spin
a heart yeilds to flatulence
the wind hisses, her hair races
to reveal slender neck
like an ivory tower.....to be continued

Ub(c)

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

uncut platinum aka Mr. Sweet

they said beauty is in the eye of the beholder
so I spend time kissing the mirror
put on some drapes and fancy
and tell maself I'm pimped and fly
a couple shots and memories clocked
abs taut, guns flexed, enamels bleached
proceeding to
sleek poses, best angles, lip glosses
poised, I proved a point

yea, I know im sweet
no matter what you or the stupid mirror think
why do you think the folks trip?
why do you think haters game?
how about coaches bowing
and them sisters hollering
aint it because im sculpt
chiseled in every right place

Im like what wiggas fantasize
I breeze by and them shortyz be waggling
the way im cut you gotta be guessin
Im made to make you mavering
you got the goods yet, I make you goofing
tell me im fly cos i make you dry out
sing the praises for he made me brazen
show the respect, i earned it hussling

see i know the limit to 'washing'
the fine line between bragging and bitting
the alley that seperates fame and faking
travelling the freeway to success i'm taking
slowing down, I appreciate encomiums and scorfing
rising up, I tell of raises and raisins
attempt to rhyme about how hot im cooked
looking at the mirror, im reminded im the flyest...

...to be continued...

Ub M.(c)

whatz life got to do with it?

Itz predominantly easy to get so caught up with the cares, crap and rep of this world that often we miss out on living just because we use up all the time planning on how grand we oughta live…and yet ever so swiftly, life slips by while we busy with arrangements and grandiose

When I want to sit back and reminisce on good old days and sober over how sore things have turned, oblivious of our pre-planned fabrications; I kick myself of self-pity and folktales and tell maself to live one day at a time.

Oftentimes, I really want to hate people and life for not dealing the right cards at the right times. Waiting, delays, outright disappointments, false hopes and all that crap. It drives me nuts, I just wanna shut out the world and go solo, but im not cut for that crap. Like one of my friends would say often, if life offers yu a lemon, make lemonade and squeeze it in the eyes of haters and trippers.

When it seems like nothing has been achieved over a planned time interval, it take just a little inventory to see the much that has been initiated. Im way too sleepy to be able to make heads out of tails about this particular post. I was just too stubborn to let it wait.

I always create my own gospel for this kindda occasions…‘live and let live, fuck the future if it gives you too much to think than live about'....'life lives on as long as we don't end it'.....'if you cant enjoy life, at least give it the privilegde to enjoy you instead. be reasonable!'.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

..to eat and shyte

As I was ruminating over some very trivial matters today, a thought breezed into my mind. Maybe it was more of a question... ‘what is the important thing in life?’ such a question is bound to trigger a lot of debated arguments by intellectuals so, I narrowed it down to ‘if I were opportune to listen prayers offered by folks each day to their gods, what would be the most common request?'

I let my mind wander futilely and on seeing the vagueness in my query I backed out of that trance albeit cautiously. In trying to ask my question in line within basic human need, I was able to gather a pattern of thought. While some folks are praying that their $220 million deal close smoothly for the present day, and that they are able to afford their pet’s food and vet bills, other humans with same or better human qualities are asking ‘god’ to provide food, be it just one ‘decent’ meal a day.

BANG! There came a very simple reasoning for the question. The most important thing in life for almost all species of fauna and flora might just boil down to eating, and of course ‘shyting', since food can’t barely stay in there for long. Every other need is merely a function of this. It is like food in the stomach excites all other needs – physical, sexual, emotional, spiritual, environmental, name it! I was just wondering, maybe we need food to be able to show or accept love...hmm.

It seems like it all depends on the conceptual mindset. The guy asking for $220 million is apparently gonna eat and shyte with most of it, and the guy asking for just a decent meal/day is just trying to eat and shyte too! what the heck! Amazing the ironies of life? Food that is wasted by millions being a miracle for some, an answer to prayers!

I almost saw myself swearing that I will strive to upgrade the ritual of folks asking for food to begin thanking for food. Like, I should not be personally aware of someone that is starving and let that continue, no matter the excuse, thatz like denying someone the basic air to breathe with.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

July 26 - the birth of an Eagle!

As at 12.00am today, the 26th of July 2007, I have successfully began seeing the last day of 25, 365 days…that is approximately 8900days! Whoa! I have been around for quite a while hah!

I suddenly don have much to write contrary to what I thought but maybe I could attribute that to sleepiness. We’ll see at sunrise if the zeal returns. Not seeing ‘family’ for about four (4) years now has really crippled me and I ma do ma best not to increase that count. Call me a narcissus but, I hold high respect for the month of July….much more for the twenties of the month. It is a very unique month in the history of human struggle for independence, freedom and self sustenance; I will not delve into that for now.

For the first time I met someone who shared the exact same birthday with me…I have always wanted to meet such but, suffice it to say that this particular human was way of out ma league – I wont give the relationship a name but, calling it ‘levels’ will just do. Maybe I will shade that trash and give him a hug! It is not a common thing to be born on July 26 you know!

The purpose of ma being around is to put smiles in the face of many and liberate nations. That is ma sole responsibility here on earth and this wasn’t ma idea or maps. It was fore-planned. Two nations were celebrating liberation from the qualms of colonial masters the day I was liberated from a nine months incubation period. My star was already shining bright. Liberia in July 26, 1847 received independence and went on to become the first African Independent nation to be a republic.

On July 26, 1965, Maldives also gained independence from former British colonialists! I will not continue to blabber about July 26 events……a lot of resources abound online.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/July_26 should be a practical resource.

July 26 according to ma personal research is a month that singers, film icons, revered public figures, renowned writers, psychics and the likes, were born. I must make ma own mark! There I go into astrology…psychics bullshit about it tho but, star, sun positions and all that crap in relation to births are forreal! they even biblical...or what ever 'good' books folks use.


In summary for my fake-arse babbles, I wanna give a SHOUT OUT to GoD! I am ever so grateful to ma MAKER for programming the timing this day for ma birth. I am more grateful that I can see it in good health, vigor, enthused, sane and bleh!…..It has added a kick to ma ‘uniquity’- sic. If nothing else happens today, I shall be even happier that I spent some time with him and committed ma history to his craftiness…..HE knows what I mean.

Sometime, I will go down in history too as one of the ‘strong’ men of July 26…the world is waiting for ma revelation!

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

A SHOUT OUT!

Yesterday was the future disguised
Struggling to live as life slipped by
Vague became dreams
Hope became hoaxed
Will was wasted with wishes
As fate played its solemn dirge

Swimming in a sea of delusions
Making sweet connotations
Love, lust and much staring for opening
Yet, Intent lured just plain cognitions

The stage was set for cessations
Admirers so oblivious
That game had long ended
But none cared or dared
That heartthrob was headed for the gallows

You say you’re a bridge from Him to me
I say you were a star to re-ignite a glow
An illumination so intense,
Those dark days wore white veils

So shall the story be
That she nursed an ailing dream
Healed albeit ignorantly
Re-birthed a honorable cause
And made family an apparent destitute

-Ub


HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRIS!!!

Monday, July 23, 2007

Water flavoured water!

Did you know that the mouth has got poles? Yeah, I said it! In the course of my conversation with somebody about some stomach complications that I had, I was told that maybe, a ‘scope’ has to be done. Goodness, gracious me! What the heck is a scope done on a human being? That has to be disgusting and boy! I was right. It is something where an Analyst has to ‘scope’ some tissue of the human body for test. This is done they say by putting stuff into one or both of the human mouths. I have always known that humans had just one mouth except for the ones that are ‘limited special Editions’.

It is natural that when I learnt that one of the mouths is termed ‘Southern’…Geez! And the mouth was a polar organ too? Well, southern mouth happens to be located somewhere in the ‘human posterior extension’ aka, the Arse, ass, anus, passing-motion-outlet, fart-valve, shyter, itid-uruan, buttocks…etc. What the heck is wrong with them doctors and the issue of confusing patients with vocabulary?

Ininghe said en-course chatting that she was drinking Grapefruit-flavoured water! What in geeez name is that? Shouldn’t that be like Grapefruit juice? Well, an argument ensued. Needless to say who won? Water is water, anything added changes the name. It only then becomes an Ingredient….hahaha...my philosophy is toosh! Why don’t we go ahead and can call every other drink water-flavored? I mean we have water content in any drinks so to speak.
I shall not dwell more on that. My brain output capacity is saying that I accept things the way it is for the time being and maybe, go out and shop for some flavoured water. Maybe that could make me want to drink the eight-glasses-a-day quota.

Friday, July 20, 2007

..a sequel, .Diddy and a 105˚ highness, howz that!

Call me a prophet of doom but, I tend to smell things as far as I can see them! – Whatever that means.
I was pretty positive that I would return with updates about the 2007 THISDAY music festival in Nigeria. This time guess whoz sick this time. Uncle P. Diddy! Dig that! This bruda got sick! Of what? FEVER! Ignore the exclamations. Im just almost bewildered that my predictions are almost becoming sleek. Graciously, this one got hit with a 105˚ ‘they’ say back in the states but, fortunately, Nigerians again are basking in the glory for getting Diddy that ‘high’! Itz kindda ironic that with that level of 'highness' we are not hearing about a lawsuit for arson...hmmm.

Rounds of ‘beefs’ has it that, it is an aftermath of the terrible hangover after consuming our iconic Local Palmwine in gracious quantities….that shit is a bummer! Its sweetness and high vitamins contents, trick you into 'bingeing' like a bitch till you are sweetly high. Other sources say that they must have took warnings about dangers of drinking local water on National Geographic so seriously that they ended up dehydrated like camels in Saudi Arabia. The overall success of the whole event which I was looking forward to learn has been albeit temporarily hazed by news of ‘getting high and fainting’. How did Legend do? Shakira - yu supposed to be the one doing the shakin! UB40! Missy, hope she aint gonna mess up too, argh!
...hope this distractors go off air for a while so we can hear story.

We had ‘hard’ men in the likes of Snoop, Jay Z, ‘to the left, to the left…’, among other stunts render a almost hitch free concert in the maiden edition last year. What happened to this breed that was much more promising? Was the vaccination and quarantine sections of the US and Nigerian Immigration too busy involved in organising the festival?
I must confess that I was taken aback! The news of mischief that I was kindda rooting for was along the line of poor management, logistics, audience control and maybe, NEPA! …but, WHOA! We are rising over trademark setbacks and renting the stage in exchange for foreign income…talk about entrepreneurial psychics and celeb-drama in Nollywood!

Thursday, July 19, 2007

beautiful wealthy, violent rich?

'...Beautiful women obtain wealth and, violent men become rich..' prov 11:16(NLT)
After reading that phrase in THE book, My mind went wild...as opposed to violent-kindda-wildness anyways! I was like ...'WHAT'! What concept did this Solomon David of a guy try to promote? For sure he couldnt just have meant to promote thuggery and gangsterism and all sorts of other social vices that violence is traditionally thought to be related to.
Well, looking at it objectivally, I had a 'perspiration'...nay, inspiration! The book of Proverbs ( Im not promoting religion now, I actually dont have one....like I always say, I believe in God, and I believe in Jesus.); allows me to belief that it is a very clear-cut guide to any young person who is trying to 'get-smarter' in this smart-arsed world. I always thot of THE book as a very religious piece until I begin finding sayings like that on its pages. It gives counsel about almost any/everything to any/everyone....(babblers and psychos....run your mouths now...its ya game from here)
I am fond of digressing, a serious setback! .....now, about the 'perspiration' I received after reading the phrase, I found maself asking, what is beauty, what is wealth, what is violence and what is rich? The answer 'intuition' gave me to this question, gave me a very invaluable insight. I didnt need to use the dictionary and would suggest that similar seekers of this answer refrain same when getting answers.
When I showed this phrase to one of my ever persistent-analyser-debater-nonbelievinginshit housemate, his response displayed not just usual human 'narrow'-mindedness but the need for him to, albeit superlative-human-intelligence-and-mindset, 'ask and answer'!
I feel that anybody that was perplexed as I was about such an advice found in a holy book would receive similar or broader enlightenment by answering same.
.... and about violent men being rich,......argh! I love them riches!

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

and Kelly Rowland had to faint in a Nigerian music concert!...psst.

I have been putting my ears to the floor in anticipation of the outcome of the just 2007 THISDAY music festival that was held in Lekki, Lagos, Nigeria. I wouldnt deny the fact that I wasnt expecting mischief even in the slightest disguise.
Well, ma hopes were confirmed today when it came in the news that singing beauty, one of my favourites, Kelly Rowland fainted on stage while performing! Why do these people always have a way of making us famous!
For Heaven's sake a doctor should have performed a 'medical' on her before letting her even sniff the Mic especially when she would be doing that in a 15000 people capacity facility in our great NIGERIA. Itz almost like the media must always have a run for news when Nigerian hosted events are involved.
On the bright side, that an International icon of her status should be resusitated in a medical facility in Nigeria and not flown abroad in one of those standby private jets is a benchmark achievement/event!....We need to hear out her hospital ordeal too, maybe that might warrant a commendation on the hospital...who knows? The world needs to know that we have modern hospitals....and doctors...not just witch-doctors.
...and Kelly, next time you are perfoming in a concert in a tropical climate, PLEASE consume a lot of fluid, our local palm wine coulda given you the vocal edge plus stamina....besides, satchets of 'pure' water in Nigeria only cost like 5 Nigerian bucks! (the equivalent of 0.04USD)...doesnt anybody tell our 'sing' models these kindda things! for goodness sake, among those breeze of hunks who pose as personal security, you could employ one or two that took first aid lessons as doubles and save our dear Nigerians the embarassment next time as well as give them a run for the N50,000 bucks the paid to appreciate your talent.
....and, I still love you.....thank you...for giving me something to run ma mouth for. I might return with more festival updates.

...for the Right-brained

With the enormous work-load of things that I plan to do today online, I sheepishly found the drive to follow a tickle link with their endless tests. This one caught ma interest, It would tell me If I primarily used my left or right brain to think.....guess what, Im RIGHT_BRAINED!
Well, what the heck....im am right-brained so what! They went ahead to prophesy. said something about maths but, i think geometry wouldnt be ma forte when it comes to mathematics, im more of a equations person. Iactually agree with them on me seeing things from a totally different perspective from everyone else...but, isnt everybody that unique!
well, ....the link for this tickle shitz n' stuffz explains it all, I'll try in ma little effort to save bandwith. Check it out!(http://web.tickle.com/tests/brain/result.jsp?PREMIUM=Y&test=brainogt)

..a shoutout to The Matthews'!

'...love, a word that comes and goes.....yet, only a few folks really have a grasp of what the heck the word means...'
Browsing through ma personal files in ma luggage lately, I was able to personify and paint a picture of what real love could/should look like. It came in the form of letters....yeah...painfully hand-drafted missives with postage stamps on it! ow much more could you personify love in this info-age!
I was just looking for some old audio tapes i had to listen to some cherished vibes but spent the entire evening reading and re-reading and sobbing intermittently at how bad life has made me be. Those beautiful correspondence should never have stopped...not even with a 24 hour internet connection at home and all the instant messaging and emailing jifferies.
Once in a while, one needs to go open the mail box and actually find some hand written letter from a loved one and not just some junk shitz from over-zealous sales-people.
I remember reading one from one of ma kid-bros, I have three handsome bros and three swwwwwwwwwweet sisters and havnt seen them in what seems like ages.
There was this phrase that made me feel like a very bad person, yet, made me also laugh hysterically...it said something like,....'what has got into you that has made you so proud that you never have written me personally?......' It was so authoritative from ma bro who was just a growing hunk when i left home.
Those letters are treasures, when I begin to weigh the trust and hope that my family and relatives have on me, I dread to mis-behave....this has been ma 'check-bit' while I am away from family. I am not gonna dissapoint any of them.
The fact that I have not been communcating with you guys often is not intentional, I know y'll feel what im trying to say but it is no excuse to so-to-speak. I will find a way to make up and promise to catch up with you guys on all these years that dreams has robbed us of.
I love all of you very much
  • Ememobong - girlfriend, i miss you like crazy...have you ever thot of getting your intl passport fixed, dont you think itz time to do some travelling?
  • Enobong - your name says it all sweet, you are truly a gift to the family. Stop at nothing in excelling to the shame of haters..did you go for the THISDAY music festival in Lagos? I wouldnt wannaa miss that!
  • Abas - tight man! Im feeling your waves from here. Thank you for walking in ma shoes. you will be looked up unto...never let the dreams die, it tarries but is sure to manifest!
  • Ib boy - man, you should come online sometime letz talk....forgive me...about yur football dreams, im with yu 100%. im gonna send you soccer boots as a soon as I can ship 'em.
  • Nsikak - Dude! we share the same birth-month and I believe in you as a GREAT man, no matter what!
  • Uyime - babegurl, I heard you grown into a tall beautiful damsel, how could life make me miss that!

Mama and Papa, you guys are the best in the whole world, I ma make you guys proud of me...I feel so save and secured when I think of how much times you guys are in your knees talking to Jesus about ma well-being. He is taking good care of me, dont worry much. May God continue to bless yu with wealth and health...

the shoutout also goes to all The Matthews' lovers al over the world..you guys are gems...may GOD make you tight....Amen

Sunday, July 15, 2007

2007 music festival in Nigeria...

It is an auspicious day in Nigeria today and tommorow (150707 and 160707). At the 15000 capacity Lekki Events center in Lagos with a big ass 5000 cars parking lot, a consortium of super and local stars will be gracing the 2nd THISDAY music festival. The roll call includes folks like,

  • Shakira(what kindda equipments did she have to bring that made her use two planes to fly into Nigeria? bringing equipments in with an Airbus! geeez! money power..)
  • P. Diddy - A private jet!hmmm...
  • UB 40
  • Rihanna
  • Kelly Rowland
  • John Legend!....I wanna hear this one!
  • NeYo...did I get that one right! whoa!
  • Tuface - our budding international champion
  • and a host of other emerging local artistes

Not only this brighthen my smiles that Private bodies are doing tha quota in promoting Music and tourism in Ma dear Country, It also makes me marvel at the calibre of artistes that are performing at this event.....This is raw 'WADADA'! Not even the 50000, 25000 and 10000 naira range of tickets justifies the means of housing all these icons under one roof. The ticket sales should not accrue to anything less than 200000000 million Naira ( about $1.6million USD!) all things being equal.

and then for the event to be opened by the vice president of the federal republic of Nigeria as well as the Lagos State governor..I wouldnt expect anything much less tho...banks are even open on a sunday to sale tickets...wtf!

Last year's maiden festival had the likes of Beyonce, Jay Z, Snoop Dogg, Missy Elliot, Ciara amongst others featuring.

For all I know....Lagos is HOT now...very HOT!

Thursday, July 12, 2007

12 bucks...

I was a victim of an organised scam today....guess what! It wasnt the famed Nigerian scam but a consortium of Malaysian 'go-gos'.
After walking the perimeter of the supposedly the Biggest shopping complex in south east Asia, looking for a shop to fix ma broken guitar, I chanced upon a Mega sales in one of the departmental shops and decided to take a pip.
Well, the first ploy was that I had to get a 'member's' card before I was allowed entry! I couldnt even bloody 'look' at them 'hot' deals if i didnt pay, whoa!
well,....I obliged...I wouldnt let 12 bucks ruin any top-flight bargains that might be lurking around in this SALES. The first mistake the folks made was to print ma name wrongly on ma discount card. On a good day, I'd overlook it but not after I am coaxed into getting a discount card that I might not need much...the bummer is that I would have to pay 12 bucks yearly to renew it....not an issue!
Those kindda shopping sprees are crazy and the faint hearted should not attempt trying to look at the prices, at 70% minus all the business and political bullshit, most of the prices of things in ma opinion were ridiculously low. You could see chains of queues trying to give their hard-earned dough to the stakeholders of Jusco Shopping center...I bet many woulda fought just to be allowed to pay for their merchandise.
Well, ma legs were almost giving in on me after the long stroll, with limited funds and a maxed card, I was in a dilema deciding what to buy...everything seemed a pretty good deal but I would not let ma good jugdement stand in the way, I was gonna be very meticulous for once in a lifetime!
I ended up making it a 'shoe' day! some deals were too good to think twice, I went away with two pairs, football boot plus miscellanous items that included a table tennis set! The 12 bucks that will be 'stolen' from me yearly now goes to a good course when I look at the stack of ma shooping bags...I hope future sales can carry 100% discount tag and be pre-empting enough to grab the attention of innocent chaps like me unawares.
Well, I can walk around in ma shoes and play table tennis while figuring out how to live through July now that I am officially broke at the beginning of the month.....may God help us feeble-minded.

...salient reflections..

'.... a youth who sleeps away the hour of opportunity brings shame...'
I suddendly confirmed that i have the fetish for success and would dedicate much just to see it come to pass. The days of boredom are almost over. There is too much for me to do now..The problem lies in the fact that things that manufacture dough is not yet running, so, entreprenuers might call me a time -waster.
I am a self-acclaimed opportunist....today, i got the shock of the month when i saw that particular phrase while browsing through the good book! '... a youth who sleeps away the hour of opportunity brings shame....'Proverbs 10:5b(NLT).That was a bummer! something I want to ponder upon....wonder how many hours of opportunities that i have slept away! I gotta be extra alert if I want to retain ma title as an opportunist and live it out with viable evidences.
This holiday is bitter-sweet, it will be all-sweet if I am able to get on that plane before things get crazy again. It is pure-undeflied fun to get up and sleep at whatever time yu desire....I have to readjust ma body clock so i dont do any permanent damage. Im like a confirmed nocturnal being now...thanks to 'ininghe...' sometimes, I am up from dusk till dawn till morning......doing all sorts of crazy things.
Scrabble has successfully become my new-found passion...the game gets sweeter and sweeter by the day, despite the fact that I am yet to win my first game. Im playing with a 'self-acclaimed' pro and, apart from using up too much time inbetween playing words, I aint doing so badly afterall! I dont care if this dude has been playing all his life, and I started playing like, three days ago, I just wanna beat him silly...that is the kindda stock that I am made of...always wanting the spot-light especially when wits are involved...never finding solace in failure....not matter how disguised she is....god help me...
I got a bummer when I read in the 'good book' about summer and how shameful i'd be if i slept through hours of opportunities.
I wouldnt say that I have wasted too many opportunities this summer break...I have tried to play hard and embark on these self-improvement stunts so I can stay on 'check'.
The activities lined up are enormous. This period of 'chilling' has slowly began to see make me see ma forte, I doubt that 'engines and circuits' are top of the list. Despite the fact that everything screams 'dough!'.....I will wait until ma change comes....

Saturday, July 07, 2007

......Of NiGerIA and HOPE!

It is slowly becoming a habit, everyday I slowly turn on the computer and load google and do three things….

  1. type ‘nigeria’ into the search window and start ravaging news about ma homeland from almost every source that cares to report shitz n' stuffz.
  2. type ‘akwa ibom’ – the name of my beloved state into the search window and digest the news that contains.
  3. type ‘godswill akpabio’ – my state governor in which I happen to believe very much in into the search window and beging ma day dreaming and analysis.


I can then do other things in peace like check mails, chat and research and lately blog. I always find it very frustrating though reading news from home ever since the election period. There is never enough news especially about my Akwa Ibom State. Itz even more frustrating when I read about Nigeria and find that the news is saturated by reports of kidnapping which previously was an excuse to getting attention and is slowly turning into lucrative business for hungry and maybe, lazy boys who want to do ‘…..what a man’s gotta do in order to survive’ Just get a few boys, arm them with ammo, get them to kidnap any foreign oil worker and demand for a ransom of 60Million Naira. I hope the government will have the discernment to nip this problem at the bud before it becomes another ‘Nigerian myth’ – we have a handful already with the alleged ‘Nigerian email scam’ and all!

It is like everyday I wake up and hope that there will be a MIRACLE particularly in my state and Nigeria as a whole. I dream of my state as a paradise which I will be able to proudly show off to ma foreign friends that I meet as I travel around the globe and even other Nigerians from other states. I think of it as a model state with will synthesize and spearhead the economic and infrastructural development of Nigeria as a country. when I think about the fastest way to m ove Nigeria forward, I shudder because the method would be drastic as it would take a lot of waste of time and resources to get 140 million folks and counting of diverse languages, customs and religious inclination to agree to a 'foul-proof' method of moving our nation forward. Like I will always say, we have a lot to Learn from Malaysia. We should literally 'copy and paste' Malaysia...in ma sick opinion. but, as my favourite quote says '...hope is a good thing to hold on to...'

I refuse to think that all the natural resources that God has endowed us with are curses…we are meant to manage and enjoy them to the best of our ability. I can slowly see patriotism and politics sneak into ma blog, but, what-to-do! Maybe this is what the stuffz is about in the shitz n’ stuffz, maybe vice versa.

Hope is the best thing that I do for Nigeria now, I hope to contribute to laying a strong foundation for my dreams about Nigeria to be realized in the nearest future by supporting a model to evolve through which others will learn from and Follow suit – Akwa Abasi Ibom State!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NSIKAK!!!

Yesterday was a great day, most of my worries were abated, today is a better day, tomorrow is the best day!

One of the benefits of living in south-east Asia is that you get to see what other parts of the world will only begin seeing about 6 to 7 hours later or more. You know how folks make fuss outta every single incidence that has any significant undertone? I was alarmed to find out while browsing throught he pages of one of the national dailies that tomorrow, today is 07 -07 – 07.
That would have totally skipped ma mind had it not been posted in the papers, It could have been cruel to forget because, in may whole family, the only person that shares the same birth-month with me is my last brother who is turning I think 19 today!. Wow! He a big boy now…I cannot believe that ma baby brother is actually 19! Well, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROH!!! You were born in a great month and it is spectacular this year 070707. May yu grab all the luck and favor that a day this special can bring to a single human being all things being unequal…MAY YUR WILDEST DREAMS COME TRUE….and make you into a formidable force that will take up your generation by force. Amen.
..and I heard this fussing about the new seven wonders of the world being revealed today 07-07-07 after a series of worldwide votes casted by millions of people in the world through various media. The program which is hosted by a Swiss company is aiming to outphase the previous seven wonders which many argued was not voted ‘wonders’ out of a unianimous agreement, hence their quest to make this new list a people’s list.
It’s a shame that I cant boast to be able to memorise all the soon-to-phase-out seven wonders of the world, It doesn’t really matter anymore does it? I will save some space in memory to commit the new list while hoping that no body comes up with an ulterior list any time soon. Just for record sake, the wonders I just looked up http://ce.eng.usf.edu/pharos/wonders/list.html and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_Wonders_of_the_World are;
  1. the great pyramid of Giza – Egyptians
  2. the hanging Gardens of Babylon
  3. the temple of Artemis in Ephesus
  4. the statue of Zeus in Olympus
  5. the Mausoleum of Maussollos at Halicanassus
  6. the Colossus of Rhodes
  7. the Lighthouse of Alexandria

    Some of these ‘must-see’ sites are man-made structures with utmost classical antiquity. While some are still standing as at date, others have been eventually destroyed by natural and man made mistakes.

    Seven is believed to be a wholesome number – a number of perfection and completion for those that are into this shitz n’ stuffz, so, being from a beautiful family of seven kids, I just cant wait to count the blessings that are gonna be poured out on me and me kids n folks them. Hope is a good thing to hold unto. Nsikan Matthews, you are a very favoured and blessed child, yu are a perfection and completion, my your horn be lifted this day forward and forever…Amen! HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN! Grow SmArT! God bless you!

Friday, July 06, 2007

belly talk...

'...Yu delivered me from the valleys of the shadow of death.....and kept me from evil...'
Life is a journey, itz an expedition, heck! Itz a mystery! Other wise, why are there so many questions that don’t have straight up answers? We tend to study and predict, indict, contradict, and extinct the laws of common sense. Nobody is just wise, experience is the best wisdom teacher, study all yu want!

Digression! I don’t tend to want to indulge in that thot, it could be a thesis.
While on the last lap of solving Mr. Rubix’s cube, I got so frustrated that I decided to hit sack, it never happened, all my projections was marred by pain, excruciating abdominal pain I mean. It has happened to me in that at three instances in my sojourn here on earth, I vividly remember each instance on the back of ma fingers, therez nothing I wouldn’t want to do to take the pain away – not even surgical operation!

Doctors have cooked up intelligent names for it but none could find the reason or an answer, it remained a guess game, some wanted to name it Appendicitis but the symptoms proved them wrong, Gastric was also ruled out. One wanted to dissect me for same anyway, thank God for making the stubborn type, itz been useful sometimes!

One Dr. Viji, an Indian guru, almost healed me by engaging me in a biological talk about the issue, explaining all the organs in ma digestive system, how they function and attempting to draw it on my prescription note. I swear! Memories of Mrs. Ukpong Ma Biology Professor, started pouring into ma thots stream, she coulda been proud of me now, I was more literate than I am known to be. As therapy, suggested that I eat breakfast, avoid spicy food, curry, and most of all that I should think about my girlfriend and I will be just fine – what ever made him feel that I had one…..(ininghe should read this one!) - HOW COOL IS THAT FOR A DOCTOR!
You, all that doctor terms, ‘passing motion’ – for goodness sake! that thing is called ‘Shitting’ or ‘Uduan’ if you are the more polite type. (Akwa Ibomites would appreciate this joke more).

When the medical bills were surging in a private clinic, I decided to go and bear the rigors of the Public funded hospital, which was of course by the recommendation Dr. Viji when he projected too when he witnessed the pain that someone might just need to cut me open and find out what the heck causing this horrendous pain to this sweet boy…… Dr Ahmed was nice too, same old shitty tests, blood, urine, temperature, x-ray, and nothing is wrong with me! Dr. Viji also commented that in India I woulda been a specimen for medical students….I almost believed him!

I could also count the number of times that I have tripped to a hospital in my entire life, it was bare - x-ray for college medical tests and the fact that I was born there were the only incidences I remember prior to visiting Asia. I dunno what it done to me, now; I am advised to lay off most Asia cuisine, how cruel!

The funny thing about me having this abdominal crushes is that it makes me into a baby - yeah, I said it! Folks might be wondering, this dude with all the muscles being this smitten, even sicker folks had to wait for doctors to jab some morphines into ma ass to alleviate the pain a lil bit.

The fact that I wanna write about this shit is amazing, the point is that I am ever so grateful to God who has been healing me all this years and keeping me healthy and kicking even when I can be so careless at times in regards to my wel-being...and Doctors can at least find a name to whatever is manufacturing pains in there.
To also appreciate those little and big angels who do one or the other to keep me alive including the ones that give me free medical lectures as a healing therapy. This helps me continue to carry out my earthly functions which include putting lasting smiles on faces of people that I meet daily amongst other functions. Tusen Takk!!!

Mr. Rubix

Waking up everything is more a routine now, at times wondering how to make the day worthwhile occupies ma thots the whole and I end up doing just that, ‘figuring out’. I keep telling maself to get ma lazy butt up and doing and yet, ma body says, don’t yu need a break? I tend to agree to disagree. Life had been a drag for the past couple of months…itz been pure-rough-thug-hussler living. Hope has been word for some ‘bout now.
I quest of in-toto body work aka self improvement has caged me like a wild animal. For once, I am learning things that would actually be useful in living life in today’s world. Business language, Business creation, Opportunities, ‘Ininghe’s’ Language, the guitar, the keyboard, the Rubix cube, African History, body sculpt, Emotional Intelligence, and other miscellaneous shitz n’ stuff.
Itz been a journey, one of self discovery and appreciation to ascertain how ready I am to formally join the corporate world formally.
I might be what folks used to term as ‘Jack of all trades’, the cliché is that I am actually in the process of mastering some!
I went to a friend’s sometime fix last week and immediately I stepped in, I set ma eyes on a Rubix cube, something I always wanted to explore after watching Will Smith fix the Rubix Cube puzzle in a scene in the film “ The Pursuit of Happyness’. How ironic! I am also in same chase. That influence and the challenge from my man ‘Ek’ that I would never solve the cube in two weeks got ma adrenaline pumping and nothing was gonna stop me from doing this ‘colored’ cube, not even time! Itz kindda hilarious because even when I started trying to fix it, I had no idea what the ‘cube’ thing was called, some dude had to help me out with the name to commence the research.

Today, the 6th Day of July, 2007, I, Ub Matthews fixed the Rubix Cube, now, howz that for a record! Hahahahahha. It took me exactly one week and approximately more than 72 hours amidst other activities to put this ‘CUBE’ together. Itz been research, itz been permutations, logic, frustrations, but all that don’t weigh to the joy that permeated ma world when I turned the last level of the cubies and they just fell into place! I was ecstatic, and slowly let out some screams and squeaks. If yu would ask me, I would say that I am HAPPY!..I looked forward in ma vain life to this day…hmmm. all thanks to http://www.chessandpoker.com/rubiks-cube-solution.html, i found incredible aid from this site.

I’ve have this picture in ma mind for so long to start and complete a project for once that determination gave me needed edge. Been cursing and stuff each time I neared victory and blew it, all that was for the mastering, I might just embark on that sometime.

The Rubix is a rotateable cube that has nine (9) colored squares that make up each side of the cube (cubies). It was invented in 1974 by Erno Rubix who became the richest dude in Hungary, his country at that time; I hear the dude is still alive and kicking up weirder games. The objective is to rotate the cube until same color of square appears respectively on the six different sides of the cube. There are so many ways of solving it and that makes it kindda frustrating to fix, any wrong rotation, twists your ‘gray matter’ only just further, one should expect cursing slipping out if yu are as meticulous as moi is.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

july 4th musings

The sweet/irritating sensation of an itchy eye coupled with irregular sleeping patterns and ‘Ininghe’ has been ma time machine for quite some while now; waking me up in the wee hours at every stroke.
There are like a thousand things to be done of a sudden, the quest for knowledge is really having a toll on me! Does anyone know have a clue on how captivating, frustrating and time-consuming this feat might be? Especially when yu think yu’ve got it all under control.

Mr. Rubix suddenly decided to join forces in tormenting me and my intellect is being taken on a wild goose chase. I am almost conducting a research on all the possible ways of fixing this ‘damned’ cube and will make so much noise on completion…..believe it or not! Many bitches and high, have all concentrated loads of internet pages to offer ultimate guided solutions to unraveling the mystery of the Rubix cube but, I am either quite distanced from this pool of wits or this solutions are not intoto. The frustrations involved in fixing this ‘shithead’ cube clearly explains why the lowly art/design dude, Mr. Rubix back in the days was shot in fame and impeccable wealth with his invent – the Rubix cube. Lord! This shit made him the richest chap in communist Hungary back in the days…tsk tsk tsk.

With the advent of the worldwideweb, information becomes very readily available, talk about ‘google!’ itz like literally having ‘em do all he complex thinking now and having ‘good-‘ol’ brain take a sabbatical! Perfectly defining a summer holiday. I kindda underestimated the efficacy of the www, limited it to searching for ‘desserts’ until I found a whole collection of ‘main-course recipe’ in its pages.

Now, I ‘google’ for literally everything – random names, old college mates, countries, images - dont get that twisted…., world news, weirdos, revolution of Nigerian politics and democracy, akwa ibom news/development, shitz n’ stuffz, itchy eyes….name it. Yeah, recently, I ran google on 26th July! Can yu dig that! Yeah, itz ma birthday and I am so obsessed with it. It was a Monday…precisely at dawn, as a cute/healthy 3 pound baby was given the first breath of his own, the Rolling Stones were celebrating this birth in the Wembley Stadium in their first ever performance there, I recall my mama tell me this some years ago.
Been searching offline for people and events that occurred on this date to connect with little success. The book I am currently reading, ‘The state of Africa by Martin Meredith, happens to be enlightening me of the many many interesting events that happened in Africa in July, 1982 to be precise…how obsessive!
This search nonetheless gave me very lovely buddies, I mean I was an instant buddy of anything July! If it came close to the 26 the better!

I could babble about this for ages but yeah, the first thing that struck me on the google pages was the subtle fact that July 26 also happens to be the independence day of Maldives and Liberia...how cool! It also happens to be a date in the Cuban and Indian history. It struck me however, that when I looked up answer.com for events on July 26, 1982 to be exact, it was ‘conveniently’ missing…there was always a skip between 1981 and 1983….and that tells me that ma name waits to be engraved in the annals of time, the question is, one what avenue?......hmmm…time will tell!

July 26, 1982 is not a very auspicious date but the salient events occurred that will shake the nations captivates me….call that obsession, narcissism or whatever, I am one of those ‘shakers! Oh shit! Today is July 4th and, owing to my current location, I happen to live and see the Independence Day of the most powerful nation on earth before folks over there does! They wont be seeing the strike of this 'sweet blessed' day in anything less than 5-6 hours later.

I will have to research more on this subject - July. It is quite much written already, I thot I could post about my itchy eyes but don’t wanna post such long boring details all at a go. I’l have to do this again soon…..shalom!

Monday, July 02, 2007

Poiema

The brilliance of full moon illuminates
a beautiful skyline of lover's day
the rays of the night-sun reveals a shadow
hiding sarcastically from love and life

The wind whistles hope
anopheles' sing freedom,
silence listens to reason
occasonally, laughter steals a moment

The emotions are high
tears are tired
words are sowed
a sweeet friendship is sealed

The time has timed
and love has soared
though we are thought as nought
we have tried to be tied

The full moon weans another
a reminscence trails a story
i count the stars and wish on it
that so much may your blessings be.

-Ub-

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

..under the influence.

You know what the say about whatz always on a guyz mind? Itz not always so difficult to figure out. Well, feed him with more than 45% of 2 litres alcohol and you might just hear 'em slip out.
The day was about to end and we was gonna retire to bed but this call came in and me and ma house mate started off to the deserted shopping centre and talk under the influence of stupor about shitz n' stuff. From the wee hours of the morning these 5 guys from 4 different nationalities talked about girls, love, sex, religion, history, colonialis and bulshit until dawn breaked out!
You would never believe how intellectual, stubborn and sometimes stupid boys would be trying to make a statement about the sometimes the most absurd things...it was fun. There is this feeling of wastefulness that comes over yu when yu suddendly realise that you have used about 5hours bingeing and talking mostly crap. I took turns to listen to reason in order not to feel so useless at the end of the conversation...i could at least boast that i learnt something valuable.
We had attending to the ethanol so called Christians, Muslims, Atheists, Free-thinkers and Jesus-followers...Lord! The residents of the nearby hostel and security officials must be complaining about the noise we made by now. Wise'nes and folly flowed generously no doubt.
One of the questions that was raised was that, no bullshit, if there was Adam and Eve in the beginning, how the hell does Nigerian have about 250 languages? not to talk of the world at large. If geography entails skin color,
why do the 'blacks' that have lived in 'white' countries not turned white and vice versa?
I need not emphasis the degree of foolishness we were delving into, almost at the verge of blaspheming I gotta rest ma weary head right away....Lord help us mortals, the 'reason' you gave us is having a toil on us...Amen

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

talk words

'..do not forget ma teachings, but keep ma commands in your heart, for they will prolong your life many years and bring you prosperity...'
Words are gold 'they' always say, why dont we trade that on forex or stock markets too? This aint just about financial security, itz couples health issues too. What more could entrepreneurs ask for?
The advice is literally obey to 'these' words (not know them) and get wealthy and live long and healthy enough to enjoy it.
Now, what do they say generally about words?
  • that God created the universe armed with 'just' words?(..psychos wanna dispute this tho......everything evolved from monkeys and tadpoles they say, I wonder if there is a concrete genesis of these' strings of evolution!)
  • that words are binding? (Lawyers and politicians have a field day debating on this one)
  • That you can create or destroy, curse or bless, bring to existence or rubbles, etc, with just words?
  • words are what they are, yeah, just words
  • a host of other knowlegeable or blatantly wack shitz n' stuffz

Well the list can be very exhausting...dont attempt going through them on a humid day or you'd be gaggin'. The thing about words are that, well, you might need a dictionary to understand but the real power lies in the speaking thereof, and, it doesnt need a 'power' amplifier to measure the watts dessipated.

To have a hands on experience on the efficacy of words, dont read no 'DIY' journals...flip through the pages of the 'good' book...and you'd be laughing at 'so called' experts of wits. All they ever do is plagarise - knowlingly or otherwise, whether they own up of debate on international tv. Sometimes I wish God, had a copyright to all His words....He spoke those valuable money-spinning words and didnt bother about plagarism whereas, we stooges write crap and immediately scrambble for exclusive rights and royalties to it...talk about the ironies of life...

Monday, June 25, 2007

wise'ing up

......the quest to acquire wisdom got me flipping through the pages of the annals of the wisest man that ever live...you cant imagine the raw wisdom that is permeating the pores of ma cerebal cortex. The author of the 'get-wise' annals was quite aware of the 'energy' transfer that would take place courtesy of browsing the pages of the annals for inspiration. He said at an instance,

'...they will make the simple-minded clever. They will give knowledge and purpose to young people!......' He says again at some other instance,

'...then you will understand what is right, just and fair, and you wll know how to find the right course of action everytime(foul-prove!). For wisdom will enter yur heart, and knowledge will fill you with joy. Wise planning wll watch over you. Understanding wIll keep yu safe!...............'

Can yu imagine that this was written donkey years before those times that we usually describe as 'more than 2000years ago' by an un-educated chap? ok...i want to classify this wisdom - revelations as the 'purest' kind! All yu ever gotta do to get 'em is want it, listen, and wise-up!
That being said, there lies the most likely secret of any traits of spectacular wisdom that folks might see in ma daily dealings with life and people...i wasnt born with this, i go on an expedition for wisdom and i find it engrave in what appears to be the dumbest Books around.....itz more like a journey to discovery...itz bliss!
Ok...that was long winded.....Ma style most definitely, it gives me an edge and a feeling of 'verbal' security. Today is a good day, Some ININGHE contributed to ma waking at 6.59am on a holiday! So, i decided to jot down a few stunts during ma course of conversation with 'em.
Yu know what, ma time management is horrible, itz dipiladitated!.....needs a total reform, I aint gonna lie 'bout that! Try as I may to salvage it, it really takes 'raw' guts for me to be slick by the hour...whateva that means but yeah! There is one person, who boasts on being more aware of me when it comes to this light, something that i have learnt to agree with. It goes to a psychic level where almost the precise time that i will arrive is spelt despite what alternative figures i postulate. On this particular occassion, I was determined to scientifically, factually and otherwise proof 'somebody' wrong...I prayed for favor to arrive somewhere before 8.30pm last night as was predicted. Ma prayers were answered amidst mockery, denial and logical reasoning, but, ma time, +- the differences said 8.28pm when I arrived! This almost turned into debate! hhahaha. I will live it to ma admirers, fans and judges to figure out the answer/winner. Was I able to subvert the outcome of that prediction?............
Talking about wisdom, when yu acquire it even in the simplest form, it takes care of your other endless worries, significant or otherwise.
It came in handy when I had to put up a mosquito net for one of the world's sweetest little gurls! Reason said it was impossible seeing the circumstance but, one look in her eyes gave me a hint of joy that would permeate her heart and sleep that night to have this white veil shield her from a world of hungry scavengers....wisdom came into play and the magic was done!
This gave me a sense of accomplishment! Putting smiles regardless of how, in the faces of people i meet everyday. Wisdom tells me that this is ma forte, the purpose of ma continued existence.....
I am not gonna go overboard with this wisdom shyte...now, tell me yu dont want some!.....Shitz n' Stuffz keeps flowing in now but, Wisdom says, i end it now...if anybody is bored enough to be reading this...I might be commiting murder if i type one word further......

Friday, June 22, 2007

stage back

itz almost becoming a routine of loggin in and out. A lotta interesting events took ma zeal off writing online for a while. With a lot of free time on ma back and an almost empty reseviore of wits and dough, i am staging a launch-back into the 'ligitoral' ..wateva that means - world of scribbling shitz and stuffz...this way i can keep ma mind busy until something else stages.

Blessed holidays has been on for about three weeks now already, there are more than 10more weeks to go. Between December, 2006 when i last posted and now, i need not say as usual that a lot of water has passed over the bridge...namely:

uncertainties
hope
miracles
dissapointments
lust
love
love
love
heartache
election
holidays
brokeness
self appreciation
music
strike
...to mention but a few.

Like most Nigerian politicians, i shall once again make an empty promise to totally reform ma writing life...and blog, no matter what magnitude of shitz 'n stuffz that comes in ma almost holidaying brain...long live the federal republic of mbierebe obio and ovrebo....