Shitz n' Stuffz

Happy Birthday

2010-07-26T12:52:00.001+08:00

Happy birthday

Throughout every lunar year

Happy birthday

This is my turn to hear

Happy birthday

How beautiful the charm,

the thrill a two word can bring,

the two worlds that bridge;

in spite of distance, of differences,

of hardships, and silence.

The awareness that certain angels

though plagued by countless commitments,

are keeping tabs on you

and always remember to recite -

as religion or ‘facebook’ requirement,

“Happy birthday”!

Every month of every year,

Only because we are so dear

©Ub Matthews - 260710

Marc Residence for Sale

2010-05-11T16:33:00.000+08:00

Owning a luxury residential property that is just a walking distance of 5 minutes away from the famous KLCC twin towers can be a pretty good investment if one appreciates the pros and cons of such investment beforehand.
First of all, to own any of such properties with such proximity to KLCC, one must be prepared to fork out a substantial amount of money so; it is not a project for the lower or middle income earners.
Marc Service Residence is one of those sprawling new projects delivered by a local developer, Beverly Tower Development. Although the developer might not be a household name, track record has proven their ability to deliver such projects with a high degree of success.
Aside from the exorbitant cost of owning a unit in the Marc Residence, there are other salient or obvious factors that one using to purchase such properties may consider.
Traffic
Except one works or has business within walking distance from the Marc Residence, traffic issues that KL is almost always burdened with might be a major turn-off to owning a property there. Of course, there are many alternative transportation solutions like the KLCC Light Rail Train that is 5 minutes away by foot and other shuttle systems that are available. One just has to know beforehand the accessibility and transportation options available.
Noise
KL is almost close to being dubbed as the city that never sleeps and this might pose major discomfort to Marc Residence Owners depending on their lifestyle. Noise that comes from the buzzing traffic; from the Glomac Tower construction site – which on completion will block the view from some Marc Residence units; the numerous Pubs and Clubs that adorn the area; the numerous business and human activities that are present in this area; could make owning the Marc Residence a very un-pleasurable experience. For investor with a primary need for serenity, peace and quiet Marc Residence is certainly not a good investment option.

Aside from the few setbacks caused by the above named factors, Marc Residence is still a choice residential property for many reasons. Visit http://www.propwall.my/klcc/marc_service_residence/classifieds to find out the many privileges of being one of the proud owners of the Marc Residence.

Now

2010-01-06T20:27:00.001+08:00

There was a then, that’s just how things were

There is a now; I do things a li’l bit differently

There was a season that I held unto reason

Most were hidden but still, they were reasons

There were times I worried about things I could or couldn’t change;

Believed in the possibility of countless possibilities

There were times that I wanted and got

The other times I needed and naught

There were times I ‘massed, there were times I maxed

There were many times, there were merry times

This time, if only for this moment,

I will only enjoy this now, and do just nothing!

©Ub Matthews - 060110

Godt Nyttår!

2010-01-01T16:25:00.001+08:00

…..off to a fresh start, to new beginnings…

Disguised

2009-10-27T12:58:00.001+08:00

Once she comes, the wanton bird,

She clings to many-many handsome men,

She brings her fairy god-mother’s tale,

And clips the wings of hapless men.

Once he comes, the worthless man,

He blinds her eyes with shimmering bling,

He clothes her mind with seemingly bliss,

And strips her soul of dignity’s piece.

Once she comes, the wanton bird,

She plays the ’Hail Mary’ medley piece,

She sings until she breaks her bill,

And flies away to other means.

©Ub Matthews - 261009

the boy or girl

2009-09-24T13:24:00.002+08:00

You are a boy in a funny shirt

And, I wear my skirts rolled, twice at the waist

We are at odds, but we must have our reasons

We are strangers with contrasting views

We sit two at a table of four

We talk loud, but no one hears each other

It isn’t arrogance or deniable truth

It isn’t anything that ever was, and will be

It is fact that there are two empty red, plastic chairs by the corner

I confess, on some days,

I tug at these strings more anxiously than I should

With more desire than I would dare loose on you

I wait breathless to feel the air suck me close to you

I wait for time that comes and ensnares me dearly

I pray for a table, the one with the two red, plastic chairs

I might just be a crazy girl with trembling arms

Holding up both ends of the rope

I might just be living a two man’s life,

But, if you are what you love and not what loves you back

Then maybe, I am the boy who likes funny shirts

And you, fold your skirts twice at the waist.

©Ub Matthews et Anis Syahirah – 240909

The Life

2009-08-01T16:14:00.001+08:00

The sky changed its mood again and blackness colored the once cherry sun.

The distant chime of midnight sways with the wind,

Carrying along whispered prayers to the night.

Once again a day bows in exit,

I lie awake; my mind wanders, lost in the galaxies,

A thousand bright eyes staring down on me

Did they awake just to watch me sleep?

Are the angels really watching over me?

With eyes wide shut, I begin to slip

Deep, deep into oblivion…

One time went by, and two is almost done

Tomorrow merges with the past, and,

Once again I am caught, gathering up pieces of a life

One that passes as swiftly as the evening shadows

Leaving only warm memories as company by nightfall

The good life – I think, the good life – I think

The Good One I thank for the good life I’ve lived.

©Ub M - 010809

A tribute to Micheal

2009-06-27T11:55:00.001+08:00

….you lived, you died, now you’ll just live in our hearts, may more men like you be born.

June 12th

2009-06-12T17:13:00.000+08:00

Most Nigerians and perhaps West Africans would be familiar with this date. Something to do with democracy, elections and Moshood Abiola, the stupendously rich bloke that could have been Nigeria’s democratically, free and fairly elected president after long years of military rule.

Who knows what path Nigeria would have taken if that happened? Maybe we could have been better off with him or perhaps, running in circles still, we’ll never know!

The elections was held no doubt, peaceful and un-rigged, first of it’s kind in Nigeria, he probably won, but he was never president for one day! He was mapped!

Couldn’t care the less about politics just yet, it’s just that I needed to post something here today just to tell myself that I tried and my dormant head reminded me of a date that I haven’t thought about in more than 5years.

Couldn’t be bothered using my head today,if it needs to time-out, let it rest all it wants!

my dead fish

2009-05-18T17:03:00.004+08:00

.....so, I decided to go fishing for the first time in my life with my brothers from another mother and after a long winded drive down the dusty fishing settlement, a couple of beers and about 4hours of casting in the sun, again, I managed to catch my maiden fish, hooked it up right in the mouth but it was already dead!

Did I say that a few more got away and that I was the only one in our team of regular fishermen who caught something? Please, be proud for me! As long as I know that fishing is not really my sport, there is no harm in going to shop for my own fishing rod right? Say it was a good change from the routine of things.

...and yeah! black men do get tanned. I have a few tan lines from shooting the Suzuki ad for 2days in the sun as proof....ain't that a shame! I am a dalmatian.

Vainness

2009-05-11T13:57:00.001+08:00

Visions in flashes, and melody, and crashes
The leap to step, and the heap of mistake
Distress calls, the stake just raised
Here is the vanity of haste,
The enormity of waste
Was it karma? Is it common?
Long nights and a brief dawn
Is it Tuesday?
There are footsteps of night on the wet lawn
Lights flashes, twice, static
Life’s champion lies, panting
Drowned in cheers and sweat
He won the race that has not finished
The fight against self, the race toward time
A mind against will,
A basket full of wishes

©Ub Matthews - 100509

Shattered – A Remix of Anis’ Story

2009-04-17T13:37:00.004+08:00

I watched you
I watched your silhouette block the light
Beams of light rushes in from the open door,
Throws a spotlight on you
The reflection illuminates my messy mind
In a moment it is swept away

The night closed and we surrendered to cold,
Making our way through spills and shattered glasses
Shivering, from cold and fear of shattered chances
One two minds, is this one mine?

The speech in my head cancels the words on your lips
I heard what you said, not the ones from your lips
In heaps, tears begin to form…
My quicksilver frozen tongue,
All the things you should know,
I surrender,
I surrender as cold tears travel down my chin

© Ub Matthews et Anis Syahirah -170409

quartely report

2009-04-08T19:31:00.009+08:00

I just felt like coming plain this time around, non-lyrical, non-poetic plain, about the events that have consumed my time lately. April is always a special month for many reasons for me, It comes with the beginning and ending of many phases in my life.
Lately there is so much to write about, but very little enthusiasm. Sitting at the waiting area in a specialist medical center today, thoughts started flooding me and I wish I had a means to document them as they came. I decided to do it summarily, a report on my life or the events that have occurred that I shall remember these few days.

My future in the country:
So as not to dwell too much on this topic, I am going to be straight. It will be very difficult to leave this place no matter how good the opportunities that present itself in greener pastures. I always thought otherwise. I didn't realize how much I got used to this place.

My brain activities:
With amnesia setting in and the clock ticking, I decided to pick up a few things to deal with my almost dormant head.

o Scrabble

I picked this up sometime last year but got into a competition this year and surprisingly I was very eager to be in the first five (5) which would mean beating all those seasoned players who have been doing it before me for years. That was not to be but I nonetheless got a price and a certificate for the 11th place! Dig that!

o Music

Ok, I am not very proud of my achievement in this department but, I have come a long way learning stuff by myself thus far. I have tried my hands on many instruments; maybe being a jack of all trade had a hold on me, I can barely say that of all the instruments (guitar, keyboard and drums) that I have flirted with, it appears to be only my drumming skills that is honing. This might be partly because I get to do it every other week in church.
I have a sea of materials that could be recorded songs someday but lack of resources is slowing me down. I have tried taking vocal lessons online to strengthen my already diminishing vocal strength but the motivation slips away too often.
Yeah, I have broadened my music ears too as many might notice, I am now listening to and enjoying music that could make many brothers’ ear tingle and I don’t give a damn how ‘white’ they think I have become...I am just grown.

· Sports
Football is still my thing no doubt but I grabbed the opportunity to inflict pain on people the minute it came. Some scout saw me in a football game and told me to try out for rugby, courtesy of my build and speed, I thought about it and started training!
It is becoming fun to train as I now have a faint idea of the objectives of the sport. I joined as a pure novice but I am not given any special treatment at all! I am supposed to just watch, play and blend in. The challenge is helping me grasp it more, despite the fact that it makes me feel stupid nonetheless.
I felt so out of place at first, for starters, until I went for a shower after training, I have never seen that much variety of penises in my whole life! It is very amazing the different species of ‘map’ that folks hide under their pants, even I was in awe!
I still have the ‘yikes’, when I think about the water that we have to drink on the pitch, folks have to scoop it from a cork container with cups and ice in it. The cups are shared and people just scoop the water with them and throw them in again after they are done drinking.
The water is mixed with all sorts of things, blood, grass, sweat, sand, boogers, hair, pvc, ice blocks, etc….I have to bring my own water to the pitch now….fuck team spirit! My stomach is too fragile I am already spending most of my savings trying to figure out what causes the severe stomach aches I have been having lately. This being me to the next point;

· Health
I try to be as healthy as possible, minimize my exposure to cigarette smoke, dust, drink clean water often and all those other nonsenses that are supposed to help me live a long, ill-free life but, yeah, this recurrent stomach aches I have been having is almost making me a sissy despite my efforts to brave up so, I decided to deal with it…squarely. I finally got to fix an appointment and get an ultrasound scan; I have been putting this off for 6months now mainly due to the recession today...hehehe.
I realized how ultrasound scans have been stereotyped as a women-only procedure. Not wanting to be on the waiting list for an appointment I had with my doctor for it in June, I decided to go see a private specialist. The first clinic I walked into was a “LOH WOMEN’S SPECIALIST CLINIC”, I will forgive the nurse who almost walked me away after she found out that I was gonna be the one getting the scan and not a female partner. She told me it is a women clinic/procedure only and I stood my ground until one Dr. Loh took my 70bucks, smeared me with gel, said a couple of weird things and then recommended me to a REAL specialist a couple of blocks away who, repeated the same procedure, with softer hands but for a higher fee, explained some jargons, caressed, told me that my bilateral kidneys, gallbladder, pancreas and spleen, liver were in top-shot condition, and that I didn’t have suprarenal masses and an obvious paraaortic lymphadenopathy, gave me printed-out pictures of my abs and a report of what she just said and, sent me to go see my doctor, again, and, come again, for a ‘scope’ to rule out any intestine abnormalities on the recommendation of my doctor.

· Social Life
I made a vow to go out and dance every night except Sundays and Mondays for as long as it is fun, it has been wicked fun! And I have kept that vow so far! hihi
Ok, this babble will have to pause here, my head spins and I can’t be bothered to save it and continue again…such has been my life, the outline at least…..to be continued perhaps!

Ub

2009-03-22T22:42:00.004+08:00

Ok, So, Sara randomly sends me a link, it is an online dictionary with the acroymns/definitions of my uber cool name, 'Ub'.....I am so cooled out that I decided that I am going to do stuff that I don't do often, re-post the excerpts in a bulleted remixed format....

The state University New York at Buffalo - Largest and most prestigious University in New York State. Professors here supposedly have English language deficiency
Under a blanket
Unknown Bittie - a hottie that you do not know personally
United Bamboo - an Asian gang
Un Boyfriend - like a booty call or fuck buddy for those of you smouks who don't like the four-letter word( this one is gay!)
Underage Boobies - this is the funniest! Used to describe the bossom of a hot under-18 year old girl, one that screams 'look-but-dont-touch!'
University of Buffalo or Ugly Bastard - Used to diss, "is UB Ugly Bastard or University of Buffalo?'
Ulan Bator - The capital of Mongolia. It is supposely cool if it is 'UB'
University of Botswana - I just added this one to the list but I am certain they call it UB.

Here is the link to the copyrighted site in case any of you muschicks(sic) cry plagarism....SHUT UP! it's my name! hihihihihi http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?page=2&term=ub

Isn't this handsomely and coolio and lame in a sense! I am not a perv but I the underage boobies thing knocked me off my stool

My White Dress

2009-03-09T20:23:00.002+08:00

Veiled in white
Whirling and whistling
I think I feel
Just like a princess
*hiss* the gentle wind says;
Dance!
…and I sway,
Serenaded by passive silence
Feels like freedom
Free as wisdom
Free,
Like birds and dancing trees,
Like nature and crying rocks
I put on my white dress
I feel like a whirlwind

©Ub Matthews-120209

So, I decided to play with Sara's (http://annawhispers.blogspot.com/) words literally. I wanted do something on a topic sentence that has been playing in my head for most of the time we was at the orphanage today. Some kids kept saying stuff that I thought I could build a material on and then I came home. While conversing with Sara for like 10minuteish, I stole some of her words and played with it. Forgive me Sara, but I had to post stuff here today.

Laugh me

2009-02-27T18:30:00.004+08:00

An anonymous follower of my blog said today, “u blog can make me laugh when im boring or unhappy”(sic). “What do you mean”, I quipped, "I don’t post funny stuffs". “im saw when you starting at Malaysia”(sic). Only then I dawned on me that the post being referred to be my pioneer posts, obviously, the blog follower wasn’t the kind that would appreciate the caliber of materials I publish often nowadays.
I was almost certain that no ‘right-thinking’ person (pun intended) would be reading my archives of published materials, how wrong I was! I immediately decided to re-visit the posts and much to my chagrin, I laughed after reading the first material I blogged.
A very dear person recently confessed to be an ‘attention whore’ in the past life, while writing this, I was thinking of what alias could have fitted my past life, I am still thinking…but, I must confess that I did crack a few smiles too reading some of the craps I posted, I think it was insightful that my blog is titled, ‘Shitz n Stuffz’, I could always attribute one to another and vice versa.
Among the things I am glad about is the fact, no matter how much my published materials have evolved; I have not stopped publishing altogether. Most of the people that inspire me to start this blog have long ceased to write or blog, whichever the case is. I can also say that according to my archives of published materials, ‘when I was a boy, I thought, acted and wrote like a boy, now that I am a man…. say WHAT!

Two Mothers

2009-02-25T23:19:00.002+08:00

Two eggs and a nest
A mother and her wings
Perching, silently on twig,
Watching

Too scared for rest
A mother on her knees
Crouching solemnly on couch,
Praying

Took years and a tears
A mother and offspring
Raising voices at each other,
Bonding

Two mothers and a love
The mommy and the hummingbird
Singing lullabies to little juniors,
Daily

Nests weaved with a beak,
Words sealed with a peck
One human, one not
Two mothers and, they love.

©Ub M - 200209

Aloof

2009-02-12T01:52:00.001+08:00

Here is a testament, a story of love shared
She assumed, ‘…freely received, freely give’,
But, was it enough to go around?
Hand me two loaves and five fishes!

Here is the melody of yap yap yap,
A cover song for deep-seated hate
Now tell me who believes in fate,
For what goes around, surely do come around

Hear them speak in muffled tones
‘She loved the one and rugged another’,
Was she drugged?
See! Sleepwalks with such frantic pace

Here is a dream with a moral punch
Not as much as sweet as last night’s wish
A quick blow as the eyes blink
Why must conscience suffer for sins of abundant grace?

©Ub Matthews-120209

Killed by the rain

2009-01-22T19:05:00.001+08:00

Trickles of rain
Trick, trick, I sleep.
Deep, peaceful, as a morning death
Pieces of me sprawled about,
Lifeless, listening as fear moves about.
Thunders clap as lightning steals the light,
Packets of sweat bond with my frightened skin,
Yet still, I sleep,
Killed, my fingers crawl still
Is death as sweet as this?
Is there a street of gold?
I wait, for I am scared to haste
Still, I lay
As heavy as the rain
Still, I pray
Carnal, nonetheless
Trickles of rain, tingles and tears
I am killed by the rain.
©210109 - Ub Matthews

Two tears

2008-11-14T14:21:00.001+08:00

Yesterday came again today
disguised as Sunday.
then I saw a man
light up the sky at day.
I cried two tears,
one for yesterday, one for tomorrow.
Then the glory of the sun
Consumed the pride of men
Her fiery
Boiled up his sweats
Again I cried two tears,
one for yesterday, one for tomorrow.
When moments disappear like mist,
and we resorted to planning and reminiscing.
When the hopes of the future is threatened
by the visions we cooked today
I cry two tears,
one for yesterday, one for tomorrow.

©Ub M - 131108

Cycles

2008-11-06T13:44:00.001+08:00

The day recycled,
in the bid to keep the cycle,
a circle - brand new.
Where old things would become news,
Good news,
at least for the chosen few,
so when it ended,
yesterday could commence again.
Would it ever tire?
The endless cycle of same.
Could it be the end?
The slightest form of change.
Those mornings that came veiled,
or the days when the sun shed few tears.
The day recycled,
so Tuesdays became few
Oh! How much time had flew!

©Ub M- 041108

Mimi

2008-08-29T23:54:00.004+08:00

The love she thought she had was shared
Cos every heir had a say
Heaps of hate on her head
If only they could make out why
Why she is so fair and frail
Yet all her suitors phase and fail
Was it the ways of men,
Their haste for taste
Was it the waste of when?
When perfect shows, I’ll take
The love she thought she had was hate
Cos every them was the same
When she reels, she may never wrap
For on the lips of hapless men she rode.

©Ub M - 290808

Illusion

2008-08-26T16:28:00.002+08:00

Moment fades into vision
Dactyls crawl to a stop, to listen,
To the footsteps of rain tiptoeing on the rafter
Hoping to hear a rhythm
To make music
For the lyrics silence wrote
But, tick-tock tick-tock
The second-hand hurries away
With each stride, sets a pace
As though to a place,
A place,
where language dances to the rhythm of the rain
and with each tap of keys,
The music transpose with briskness.
Like reflex, the door swings with the ensemble
Squeaking a perfect ad lip as it is carried along by the wind
And as the thunder claps to a crescendo
The applause wakens my pulse
To reveal the only music playing, as the tap on the keyboard,
And the melodies of solitude in my head

©Ub M - 260808

Root Three

2008-07-18T04:15:00.004+08:00

I fear that I will always be a lonely number like root three
A three is all that’s good and right
Why must my three keep out of sight?
Beneath a vicious square root sign
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick
With just some quick arithmetic
I know I will never see the sun as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When, hark, just what is this I see?
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing by
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer
Rejoicing as an Integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square-root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed

Recited by Kumar, Harold and Kumar (Escape from the Guantanamo Bay)

I had to post this 'beautiful poem' about 'calculus' I dictated it after watching the hilarious movie Harold and Kumar - Escape from the Guantanamo Bay. Can you dig that this seemingly silly poem helped him win back his college sweetheart? tsk.....gurls!

Charcoal

2008-06-18T00:17:00.001+08:00

The light begged to bloom
Just as time snatched away
Pale, she looked, hugging and wailing
But whose tears ever drowned a Boeing’s?
I wonder!

Distance grew old with every thread
But when it flew, she rebirths
If it settles and stays,
Who will wipe the dust on memory page?
I wonder!

The embrace of strong cocoa brew
Veils the hole that valediction makes
A hope that it is only a trip
Gosh! Could this even be a trick?
I wonder!

This time he vowed not to sob
Soggy towels, yet she will not stop
Charcoals and stencils can’t do all the talk
Will this walk be worthy?
I wonder I wonder!

-170608-ub matthews ©2008

Epilogue

Borrowed the first few punch lines from Claire Horner-Richardson from her summary of a painting she did for me as she was parting to a realer place than ‘la la’ land – ‘charcoal on board’.
I adore people that inspire me…no matter how pankey! Cheerio woman! Distance is just a mere deceit in this other world.

Gray

2008-06-02T17:41:00.004+08:00

Dark stars on a sunny day
‘Rain on me’ she pleads to say
White Parks dried by winter’s heat
Only grown kids play by the fireplace
The sun sweats from cold?
Invigorating!
Though, tale not well told as days of old.
But, who can narrate the story of stolen glory?
The pauses, the absence of presence, the tension,
Communication mode: tenses.
Excitement weans…
Silence slips in and no one notices,
Steals the show, now everybody’s applauding
‘Awake’! …what mother said to Slumber,
‘Summers don’t come in gray’

- 020606©Ub Matthews

Mother

2008-05-11T20:00:00.002+08:00

Mother,
In times like this
Mother,
For better and best
Mother,
A fountain, the founder
Mother,
My tool for growth,
My force, the genesis of dreams
Mother,
The husbandman, the household
Without which, men are mummed
Mother,
When words won’t hold walls
My mother, my spur,
My secret to betterness

Ub M©052008

For all my mothers out there! Especially, the sweetest, Uduakobong Matthews. Mere words can’t detail. I love you! Happy Mothers’ Day!

A life in a box

2008-04-29T10:14:00.002+08:00

A world seems unaware
of changes roundabout me
unaware of emotive tendencies
married to what inevitable change?
There’s another summary of a phase
the pattern almost setting a trend
that adieu’ said to a moving train
Ouch! Her rush of air crushing,
Trying to gather me,
pieces of me shattered about...
of blown up thoughts,
of grown up plots,
I'm thrown off guard…
Oh! The woes of packing a life into a box

-Ub M©apr2008

...to shakespeare et al

2008-04-23T11:37:00.004+08:00

For all aspiring and established writers, April 23 is a significant date for many reasons. By chance; choice; conspiration; mischieve or sheer coincidence, three (3) prominent 16th century writers namely: Shakespeare, Cervantes and Inca Garcilaso de la Vega who individually and collectively revolutionalised the literary world all died on this day.

On what might be termed a 'book' day to be born or dead, other well known authors such as Vladimir, Maurice Droun, Haldor Laxness, etc, either birthed or died on this date. Little wonder why this date is a celebrated 'World Book' Day.

Concurrently, this date is also celebrated as 'the biggest lessons' day. Where attempt is made to bring in as much people from all walks of life in various countries back into the classroom to have lessons under a national curriculum. I think the attempt is made to create the largest number of idiots trying to get smart collectively or whatever, but, dont they have a point?

Mortality

2008-04-16T22:14:00.005+08:00

Bubbles borne
hopes incarnate
Say Valediction,
and new journeys begin
waits;
lives;
kicks;
births;
to a cycle that might soon bore
too soon, becomes a lifestyle
soon, the weight of joys
drowns the tears
soon, the wake of dreams
crowns the years.

-Ub. M©170408

Thai Day!

2008-04-03T10:23:00.004+08:00

I have been trying to coin a theme for everyday now. See which activities overwhelmed which and qualified to be used as a theme, trying to diversify my posts.

Up till evening, I was thinking 'Traffic Day' after spending like 7 hours in total on the road for a trip of about 20km, until later in the cool of the day while I am reminiscing, it dawns on me that it might as well be called 'Thai' Day. Not that it is a Thai holiday or something but the fact that all my meals for the day coincidentally was at Thai restuarants. So, I am thinking, I enjoyed these meals very much and I had the appetite for a square meal after such a long time, it qualifies to be themed!

I kind of realised that I have been very busy too! Up to the point where I forget to return calls and confuse conversations with different people...maybe it should be themed, 'Busy' Day...who cares!

April Fools

2008-04-03T09:59:00.002+08:00

I almost confused today's "April Fools" with ''Assholes" Day. It so happened that majority of the people that I met today were total cut-out assholes. I was so busy getting myself worked out on attitudes until I had this revelation...folks are just acting in the spirit of the day, fooling around.

The one that almost got me pumping was an ignoramus of a security guard who I noticed that for whatever reasons has been picking on me tirelessly. This time, his beef was that, I couldn't wait for 2mins for a friend I was picking up to get off the lift. I was in the waiting area obviously I wasn't obstructing any traffic. As much as I would have loved to at that instance, I didnt get to use any physical strength to drive home my point but I did give him a warning that I wouldn't hesistate leaving my autograph on his face the next minute he treats me like a scum...I believe he got my point straight.

The officials of the Nigerian Embassy here got the blunt of my frustration earlier in the day. I gave it straight to everybody including the ambassador who had a very lackadaiscal and unprofessional attitude......and then the traffic! OMG! i needed a anger management therapy badly today. The fine point was that, I did not conceal or disguise any frustrations I had, It was like raw emotions flowing unpertubed.

Generally, today was great day, despite the dramas, somebody very special to me decided to be born today so, in the end, everything was beautifully...just like the good book says!

My Good Friday

2008-03-27T03:41:00.002+08:00

Good friday this year for me came on a wednesday! Kindda unique not just because it is the 26th, which happens to be my homeboy's bday, unique events did actually take place today! I couldnt help it but tell to whoever dared to listen that it was a good day indeed, honestly!

Started out contemplating waking up or continuing good sleep in the Horner's guest room, ended up running 20km/hr for about 10mins at the clubhouse gym, very exhausting! ...to God meeting my immediate needs to, very important phone calls coming through, to dissapointments turning into blessings, etc etc.

This is my way of saying 'thank you' to the big man for giving me such a fulfilling day, I am so grateful! It was like I could get anything I asked for, too bad I only realised this when the day was almost running out. tommorow is a better day!

My drive

2008-03-25T14:31:00.005+08:00

The month of march is slowly marching away, it has been a very exciting ride...a very rewarding month I must say. It has been such that I count every thing that happened this period, good and bad as being good. I am that grateful.

Slowly things are falling back into shape and living is becoming more and more something to look forward to. Yeah, I lost a priceless treasure, a 2GB removable disk full of my undocumented writeups, lyrics and poems. Put up a 5oo bucks reward for the thief that returns it, that is like 10 times the value of an nu drive but ....tsk!

What broke me most was my lyrics, I had like more than a 3-album length, tight material for a debut album that was scheduled to commence recording as soon as I moved in and settled down but, all things work together for goood....

I had a few tears but they are words and they will come again. I just pray for the patience and dedication to pen them down the good ol-fashioned way as the come. Technology will not have me the second time.

Well, the phone lines are installed again, and the internet is up, I can look forward to utilise the good energy that abounds bountifully now and make me into me, the real me.

still changing

2008-03-15T19:43:00.002+08:00

finally, I moved! It has been very consuming but I found help and strength to deal with 'em. 'old things have been recycled, behold! all things are becoming new'!

Marching on!

2008-03-03T21:58:00.002+08:00

I can almost say now without wavering that a brand new chapter had begun in my life. It began even before I was aware of it, in the comfort and solitude of my bedroom on the eve of 2008. Maybe it was waiting for me to relax and let things run course. This is exactly what I am poised to do, so far, I have minute regrets.

I have been marching higher and higher and things are becoming clearer and I can almost see an end-product.

I feel like most my arrears of prayers are being answered in a hurry.. So much so that I have little or no time to deal with the answers. But I wouldnt need to do that cos,one of the ónly 'resolutions' I made for this year was to compromise and go with the flow, letting nothing slow me or take me unawares except success...I ain't counting my eggs before the hatch but I can say that, i am sure counting them as they hatch.

I am only hinting, with the pace things are happening, I will be forced to change my prayer topics to somethings more dramatic. Iwanna ask the question, why did it have to wait that long but I guess things are just running due course, anywho, Yak Ubong Anyie Abasi!

Activities

2008-02-20T21:56:00.003+08:00

Feb, 14th came and went this year without much of the dramatical breakthroughs that it has been accustomed to over the years. I almost stay home alone but for a long walk that I couldn't resist and Guiness!

This year I decided to lay low on expectations and just go with the flow but, It seems to be holding a lotta stunts up its sleeves already, change, being one of 'em. A lot of promises I can perceive but I won't be carried away.

Come to think of it, I am paying back for all those laid back days when I would just sit down and count hours of sleep. The past week has been super-duper busy, from planning an inevitable relocation to auditioning for, and getting a job for a tv commercial to be aired in Russia, to other minute but significant changes that is becoming a norm. I can say that I have been really blessed. This particular job is one that I asked for and really wanted and surprisingly, the jinx that defined these kindda moments was changed forever!

Rehearsing for the job was as fun as the actual shooting. The managers, wardrobe, makeup, other talents, etc were so fun to work with. The costume that we were forced to wear wasn't as comfortable as it was funny to be in but intoto, it was a very fun trip to mediaval Africa, FUN!

The director, a dude from LA was AMAZING! He was that good, treated us not just like mere talents but like real professional, let us have wild fun on set despite the blazing sun in some remote desert, finished shooting like 45mins to budgeted time, GAVE ALL CAST A HUG AFTER THE SHOOT! etc, etc....Ok, point noted.

Back on the home front, a news almost shattered my accustomed fun-ridden week, some dude backed out of the house deal that I was about to close the minute I got back at the last minute, this meant that I wouldn't get that much needed rest just yet, I still have to put in energy in getting and moving into a new property.

God is veldig great all the same, I feel me moving to another level, Maybe my new year has finally started!

Shallow Mind

2008-02-07T01:32:00.000+08:00

The mind, the Mine, a journey full of miles
Traffic of thoughts crawling on life’s freeway
The loudness of quiet
In a noise infected street
Much so, tranquility drowns
An ocean of commuters
The quiet gets louder
Even so, a distance ring of cell is heard

The mind, the Mine, a closet full of lies
Mirage of illusions creating highways in the sky
The struggle of freedom
Principalities scurrying away
Confusions, Deceptions
Congested delusions
Custom made Conventions,
Only the undiscerning face rejections

The mind, the Mine a chest full of mimes
Actors and crew rehearsing on a live set
‘Lights’ and ‘Actions’ now,
Murder!
Alter ego just killed
They say it's a crime of passion
He shouldn’t have started a faction
Now, no one dares to be out of fashion

©2008, 06Feb, Ub

My time

2008-02-02T16:47:00.000+08:00

I woke up at about 10.40am one morning. Went about as any normal day, did some abnormal things though totally oblivious of the times. Then while window shopping for some furniture with a pregnant lady at IKEA, it dawned on me! January, 2008 was already over and a new month, first day started, and was about ending!

Time has not been very friendly with me lately, With the same surprise, and caught-off-guard manner that the new year brought, I am obliged to keep my own time. Different from the conventional timezones. That means that I dont reset or adjust my patek phillpe, I just let it run and stop on its own...maybe this is my pace.

I keep telling myself that my 'new year' hasn't commenced yet. I gotta step up my game though

roll camera, action!

2008-01-31T21:30:00.000+08:00

I just needed to write something that isnt poems and stuffz, I decided to blabber about an eventful, stressful, exciting, different weekend.....

Camera, light, wardrobe, rehearse, roll camera, rotate, angle, ACTION! Geez! I must have heard these phrases like a thousand times over the weekend that when it was all over, I could still hear the directors cutting things in ma head.

Ma ass was needing some action after being dormant for an unholy period of time. So, when the late call came in to play an ‘extra talented’ role in some Guinness commercial, no doubt, I jumped! other dramatic miracles ensued, one of which includes a code that I stumbled upon....ssshhh!...to place international calls that cost lower than plaacing a local call, I talked to mama and other folks until their cells screamed, timeout!....what a weekend!

The rush of time-keeping the wee hours of the morning so that I don’t miss my 7am call time on set, the cast, the crew, the technology, the cuts and actions, the long hours, the Guinness’s, etc. On the whole – exciting, I must say!

Despite being a talent for the shoot, my engineering person kept giving me away. The lighting, sound, the cameras, the gadgets, and all, it doesn’t fail to fascinate me, the physics of life playing right before my eyes.

The irony of the whole shoot was the amount of time invested to produce a 30seconds commercial…minus the pre-shoot time; it took about 2days straight to get 30second footage…plus the fat budget….how cool!

Dry Spell

2008-01-26T00:05:00.000+08:00

The dryness of me
The foulness of moist air
Several trips to the earth
Each time with sectional dislodges of calm
Quaking in surrender
Yielding to restrain
Like I will waste if I wait
Maybe it’s a test if I take.
But in seven days, new weeks birth
Counts,
Patiently incarnates into months.
It’s a trivia,
Sections of me that seek for reprise
How far I must have wandered in fright
Crouching, chasing
The silhouette of my shadow
Footsteps of the sun briskly approaching
Then, Hush! The air breathes swiftly
Now, Hurriedly I must retreat to solace
To where the light can hide me
So at night I am a star.

©jan2008-Ub m.

Prologue
Stanley (http://un-coded.blogspot.com/2007/12/un-coded.html) literally pushed me to do this one even though I was dry like the pre-rainfall air. I barely chat with him about anything and don’t have the inspiration to scribble things, sometime absolutely un-related to what we are chatting about. Eventually I’ll only need dedication.
I have gone out of my shell to write materials that surprise me when I go through it again. This crazy man is the devil, the good one; he absolutely has no idea what he means to me.

RUSH HOUR

2008-01-21T12:52:00.000+08:00

A Calvary of sword-wielding thoughts

In droves, closing in on a wounded soul

Excited by fear, by fear of fairy tales

That night lived young

And tears flowed only when she died old.

Told a story of redeeming grace

Dressed in linen, the cloth of beginning end

Soldiers, battalions, the musical sound of war

Must be twisted melodies the hear

The off-beat dance of dreams suggest.

The morning that wakes to noise of an empty street

To claim the spoils of a bloodless war

Alas! It’s only red leaves falling

Hence, one again she is gravely fooled,

By the resident pandemonium in my head.

©jan2008 Ub M.

Wait, I couldn’t get it right

2008-01-17T04:00:00.000+08:00

Wait
Sloppiness said to opportunities
Wait
There is no hurry in life
Wait
Life happens as long as we move on
Wait
Your time will surely come
Wait
Rome was not built in a day
Wait
Don’t reach out for what you can’t get
Wait
If it takes forever
Wait
Exactly what the dark said to light
Wait
Let me do out my own time
Wait
But I have been waiting for years
Wait
A few more hours don’t change the price
Wait
Patience is still a virtue
Wait
For the time that’s right
Wait
Even if tomorrow never comes
Wait
Again I say wait

Ub©jan2008

I really couldn't get this one right and I didnt bother to wait to do so....the message is clear only to those who wait

MonNight

2008-01-15T08:50:00.000+08:00

Time wakes to the night’s sleep
Tic tok tic tok the seconds flee
Mind races with the rising sun
By and large a victor emerge
Eyes dried by swinging thoughts
Decisions,
Delusions,
Cacophony of twilight noise
Darkness lights a heavy heart
Shush…the Silence, the healing
Blackness paints the midnight sun
So ‘witches’ can play till switch of day
Life wakes at morning watch
Some Dreams linger until coffee break.

©2008 Ub

whatz life got to do with it?- Quote

2008-01-02T08:15:00.000+08:00

"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!'."

Kindda corny but I had to quote myself. with thoughts about the future haunting me recently.

I found WORD for my predicament as I was going over some of my posts, I am bewildered by some of the things I posted over the years.....not very impressive but im kindda shocked to see over 200 of them! There are tons offline that I am too lazy and selective to post. Thanks to all you poachers out there...hehehe.

Well this quote serves to proof to all those haters who think I ain't got no funny bone...there! I even mesmerised myself!

Eager

2007-12-31T20:06:00.000+08:00

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!

seasonal palaver

2007-12-29T01:10:00.000+08:00

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.

TOSALI

2007-12-17T02:42:00.000+08:00

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.

CHANGE

2007-12-16T00:33:00.000+08:00

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

2007-12-16T00:11:00.001+08:00

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©

MUMMBLES

2007-12-15T02:39:00.000+08:00

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©

Coded

2007-11-27T12:51:00.000+08:00

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©

INDEPENDENCE

2007-11-26T22:46:00.000+08:00

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©

Lethargy

2007-11-25T19:49:00.000+08:00

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©

Eat my words

2007-11-23T19:43:00.000+08:00

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

2007-11-23T18:22:00.000+08:00

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)

Listen

2007-10-24T14:01:00.000+08:00

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©

sonnet

2007-10-23T23:24:00.000+08:00

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)

your worth in blings....

2007-10-01T01:39:00.000+08:00

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!

SHADOWS(draft)

2007-09-18T05:31:00.001+08:00

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

football bling

2007-09-10T02:27:00.000+08:00

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

unedited crap

2007-08-28T03:15:00.000+08:00

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

value added services..

2007-08-24T01:23:00.000+08:00

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

2007-08-24T00:44:00.000+08:00

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. ©

delusion

2007-08-18T04:15:00.000+08:00

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)

pimpin' the Nigerian Naira!

2007-08-16T02:33:00.000+08:00

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.

Nimblings of a wannabee

2007-08-09T17:33:00.000+08:00

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)

uncut platinum aka Mr. Sweet

2007-08-08T22:54:00.000+08:00

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?

2007-08-08T06:59:00.000+08:00

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!'.

..to eat and shyte

2007-08-02T23:34:00.000+08:00

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.

July 26 - the birth of an Eagle!

2007-07-26T04:08:00.000+08:00

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!

A SHOUT OUT!

2007-07-25T20:45:00.000+08:00

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!!!

Water flavoured water!

2007-07-23T19:38:00.000+08:00

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.

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

2007-07-20T18:56:00.000+08:00

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!

beautiful wealthy, violent rich?

2007-07-19T06:55:00.000+08:00

'...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!

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

2007-07-17T21:01:00.000+08:00

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

2007-07-17T10:18:00.000+08:00

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'!

2007-07-17T09:03:00.000+08:00

'...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

2007 music festival in Nigeria...

2007-07-15T20:45:00.000+08:00

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!

12 bucks...

2007-07-12T23:43:00.000+08:00

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..

2007-07-12T03:44:00.000+08:00

'.... 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....

......Of NiGerIA and HOPE!

2007-07-07T15:53:00.000+08:00

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

type ‘nigeria’ into the search window and start ravaging news about ma homeland from almost every source that cares to report shitz n' stuffz.
type ‘akwa ibom’ – the name of my beloved state into the search window and digest the news that contains.
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!!!

2007-07-07T04:51:00.000+08:00

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;

the great pyramid of Giza – Egyptians
the hanging Gardens of Babylon
the temple of Artemis in Ephesus
the statue of Zeus in Olympus
the Mausoleum of Maussollos at Halicanassus
the Colossus of Rhodes
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!

belly talk...

2007-07-06T13:54:00.000+08:00

'...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

2007-07-06T13:52:00.000+08:00

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.

july 4th musings

2007-07-04T08:08:00.001+08:00

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!

Poiema

2007-07-02T02:17:00.000+08:00

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-

..under the influence.

2007-06-27T06:33:00.000+08:00

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

talk words

2007-06-26T06:51:00.000+08:00

'..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...

wise'ing up

2007-06-25T16:58:00.000+08:00

......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......

stage back

2007-06-22T02:05:00.000+08:00

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....

Uncle VIctor

2006-12-12T12:27:00.000+08:00

The moon has waned
The worries are mounting.
The room is cleaner
but thoughts are clogged
I see a window from which
dark clouds are looming
the music delves into a dirge
and slowly fades with a buzz
I sink deeper into oblivion
a mirade of scene flashes
the luminance is blinding
stretching into eternity.
shutting out the world
riding on the waves of pleasure
then eternity knocks on ma cell
boasting that itz captured another Valiant
I playback the scenes in time
speechless sobs swallow the words
I bow ma head in reference
and mutter a prayer for your kids
that needs may show them meat
and why's will feed them life
may your soul rest in perfect peace
uncle Victor

maybe not, he is resting in glory

update thursday

2006-10-19T14:55:00.000+08:00

The holiday seasons are here again....not a very gud to emerge but itz better now than never. There are lots of stuff to deal with and there appears to be insufficient time to weather it. Got some change for some deal and a few more are hangin here and there, itz kindda frustrating when ma bills are escalating arithmetically. Wifey is moving into our crib and things are taking shape again...at least I got honey to smile at a bruda after two long days! Gotta get down to the drawing board and figure out a way to make this holiday worthwhile.

My weeks end on thursdays now so I start a looong weekend today. Halleluyah!

Fasting by default every other day, I wish I was home to say a few prayers too. The Good LOrd has been faithful, the prayers of blessings on ma head are still potent, I dont know how much effort it would take to curse.

My mind is clouded witha lotta stuffs, i need to unclog it to be able to take in the heat of this semester. The Lord is on ma side and I am not afraid or dismayed....tommorrow is a bestest day!

...tat monday

2006-10-19T14:20:00.000+08:00

Monday was blue......ok....forget it, I was in the mood to rhyme my story but that wont be necessary at the moment. I certified it was a bad day intoto....despite the many attempts to salvage it.

Ma intuition is crisp, I can sense trouble like a few hundred metres away. The fun part is that folks dont yield and they suffer afterwards, dragging me along in their mud as well. Me not being convincing enough to lead them to yielding becomes my downside - like a disability.

First mission was to get wifey a letter to enable her fix some visa problems which was caused by misinformation. Salvaged the first part and was settling into another phase of breakthrough when the break occured in a somewhat larger magnitude. A more than 10km maiden drive on the 'other' side of the road was greatly tainted. Suffice it to mention that I felt like crashing the damn car on a 120km/hr frenzy a number of times due to misunderstandings, frustrations, and inappreciation. I immediately seeked counselling on return.

Maybe itz the trend. I ran into a number of equally depressed folks, tears flowed freely. I might have been of a little use...not.

In the midst of ma self-inflicted depression........then things began to take shape. It wouldnt last long when I know tat wifey probably hated every nerve in me and she embarking on a 'hate' game....I aint a fan!

Talked bitness with some clients and the prospects fueled ma resolve to clean up some of the mess in ma life - at least ma bathroom! Tommorrow will a better day, today was long....reminiscing was longer, I rested in pieces.

show me the lurve

2006-10-13T17:15:00.000+08:00

back like Moses to return the law.................took a lotta guts and efforts to return to this page. I woulda thot it was gone forreal.

A lotta thots, dreams and aspirations have gone undocumented and i feel like i deprived a generation of a chunk of knowledge. Like it is always said, a lot of water has passed over the brigde and boy! itz been a hell of an experience. Life has been fair and unfair for a respective amount of time and i couldnt have been more grateful.

Projects are been completed and new ones started, higher responsibilities, makeups and breakups and the other troubles of life. Life is now about living for the now, tommorrow remains vaguely uncertain. The fun part is that it makes me face it day with a renewed might and vigor.

A situation occured last evening that triggered an uncontrollable stream of liquid emotions. I sobbed like a bitch for quite a season and coulda killed this wifey to trying to console me. I really wanted to let it out....yeah....i let them tears flow if i cant hold 'em but.............im still the man.....and tommorrow is a better day. Show me some lurve.

Im on gear to weary ma eyes and perhaps yurs if yu are so silly to be still reading this, but like ma mom always said...."moderation babe!". I will accumulate the information to desemmilate it in a brievity. For now, adious......il be needing some love.

Like another warmup for a sequence of paper and ink

bits and bytes,

shitz and stuffz.

I commence a journey to the unknown again

with ma sanity and intuition hopefully intact

only this time knowing that im treading on stormy waters

which keeps me nonetheless in the know

fcuk what I said

2006-03-06T18:49:00.000+08:00

Rain rain go away
come again another day
big boyz need to game
rain rain go away

Thatz the height of ma creativity today. Itz not as horrible as it sounds. I think exams is already taking itz toils on me. fcuk it! im outta here

...of shitz

2006-03-01T19:12:00.000+08:00

I took out the trouble of posting shit on this page after such a long time but just one damn wrong button and a stubborn mouse sent it away spam!
I feel so dejected that I scribble out quite a few gud shit to post. You can feel ma pain now - Blogging which is so fun is becoming a pain in the butt.
Itz been a season of changes, a overhaul 'o me. My tit butts has experienced a drought that was somewhat evitable.
I have been the occupant of half pages of major Malaysian Dailies for the upteemth(sic) time!

cigared, did a couple of esters - hot ones, casted for an Astro commercial, met some sweet Brown Sugar from near ma sides of the straits, got ma first soccer medal, and blah, blah......
I seem to lack inspiration for this now...we'll do it laters...peace out!

jhklkjpdf!!@##

2006-01-13T19:14:00.000+08:00

Dearth of inspiration is a symptom of a curable disease. You can catch it by being just in the right place at the wrong time.....you tend to get ideas like ma title suggests.

..by the way, that was a digression. I was trying to be artistic but, the end sadly did not justify the means....I am numbled....nay...., humbled.

Lika old Ford that keeps going and going...I am pushing against all odds.....Everything appears to be delayed but I am a firm believer in right timings...sooner than later, things are gonna take shape.

I am very apprehensive this year. Maybe itz coupled with the fact that I was born in the year of the BITCH!...Yeah......I don't need a prophet to tell me all the good things are in stock for me this year...I just pop open the pages of the newspaper and there is it ZODIAC! I had learned to beleive most of the crap they say seeing it is so true........not.

Often times when I start babbling like this, I get my perspiration ...inspiration back but it seems like itz really a draught of descent ideas....all I can think of now is........oh FCuk!

'White Christmas'

2006-01-03T19:01:00.000+08:00

I had the best Christmas so far, I wished for mor but, it could have been better.! Father Santa must have thot me to be a gud boy cos, he showered me with a lotta goodies(some were useless though).

The only thing that I genuinely regret about rolling out December last year is the fact that I am yet to move out to a more comfortable crib as I envisaged.

College ended and is resuming again...things have not entirely changed. I had to move to a temporary workspace in office as a new colleauge had to take ma spot - talk about moving to a higher level.

My months without a phone is about to end tommorrow as a very gu samaritan is sending me a cell all the way from Sabah by air (I swore not to buy another phone in the near future).

My result again was a big surprise! I fared well but not to me xpectation. I only have two boring subjects to take this semester and the lecturers are nothing to write home about. I will not have an excuse not to 'A'!

There are a couple of issues that I have sworn to deal with this year but the latter part of last year was to say the least ma best year so far since I relocated to Asia. Godz been sooooo gud.

I had serious rapport with some very sweet shortyz today being the first day of the semester. I aint doin shit this semester, I am getting down real dirty......not literally!

I gotta get back to work...may God help those who are think they need help.....AMEN!

A good turn deserves another

2005-11-08T09:11:00.000+08:00

The long holidays is over but thots of failure kept bugging ma mind. I prayed and wished upon the stars and had exactly what I prayed and hoped for - Hope!

Everybody are tryin' to catch up on the stories that the lost for more than one week now due to the break so, telling folks to stop making noise in class was a very unwelcome idea. In between classes I got on very high with this ping-pong game. I got so good that I played for hours and was sweating very profusely.

Like favor that comes only from above, I asked for a fresh job to do today aside the ritualistic ones and immediately the words dropped from ma mouth....I got it!

Then I went to see ma lecturer regarding ma grades which I thought I was failing, then I had the surprise of ma life, my 'good old deeds' were still living somewhere and with Godz grace I am still in the running for an 'A'!

I can't be more excited! Then Like what I learnt today from ma wisdom book, an opportunity presented itself for me to be an angel and I acted it almost as perfectly. I am a thrilled. I can ride on the wings of this happenings. Who said I can't reach for the starz?