Thai Day!

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

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

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

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

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!

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

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

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

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!

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

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

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

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

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

"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

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

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

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

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

Ub©

FRIDAY

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

Ub©