Listen

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

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

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

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

Ub©

sonnet

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

Ub(c)

your worth in blings....

in the futility of living idle, my thoughts become vagabond. Suddendly I am inundated by the gross injustice and vanity that permeates this fragile world. I reason. what if we are all worth our weight in gold? Imagine if our singular net worth was measured by our weight and 'blinged'.

I dont know but that would be a damned excellent way of dealing with all the mess we have got ourselves into this rapidly evaporating earth. You are worth your weight in gold or say any other precious more expensive natural resources like diamond....come think of it! Food and other fattening diabolics would assume the exalted positions these commodities now sit in. People would just bloat like no man's bitness. Slimming parlors would launch a new line....'gain mass' and all sorts of other shitz and normalities would follow ensuit. This is one crazy ass lame writeup. But is cool to be able to think up and even post shitz when all else are not forthcoming. Imagine being worth 200kg of bling.....damn!

SHADOWS(draft)

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

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

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

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


Ub

football bling

often times we say that we are proud of our respective countries but it takes perhaps an event to really quantify the magnitude of that pride. International football is a good contender...yet still, winning a FIFA world cup any level at puts you in a state of frenzic high.

It is amazing, the adrenaline rush that football stages. Quite unlike watching the major leagues of today play, it is, if not more, exciting to watch your country play football - good one that is - and win with impeccable results.

Being in a foreign land almost denied me of that opportunity to watch the boys from motherland display their 'ballin' skills. The satelite service here does not cater for that kind of international meet hence, the need to rely on reported news to follow the stages of the tournament was inevitable. This changed in the semifinals of the tournament as the game was aired live! bless them souls.

Watching Nigerians play football can be really exciting and numbing. It is almost a norm that heads are held in the hands throughout the games. Quite remarkably, Nigeria scaled every huddle with an impeccable record to claim the 2007 - U17 FIFA world cup championship.

The finals was a rough one with no goal from both sides for 120mins of playtime....that is enough time for a seizure to commence and end. Too pertrified to watch the spot kicks which Nigerians are almost perennial flunkers, I was elated to be able to take a phone call at the instance. This kindda soothed my nerves until I heard shouts of joy...dammit I made shouts of joy. Pity poor Ininghe who was on the receving end of the phone! Not pleasant at any instance to hear grown Nigerians scream.

They saved me from impending depression.....It was just not three(3) nill in favour of the Nigerians, the Spaniards were unable to see the back of the net for the whole durations....matter of factly, two of the spot kicks was saved by the Nigerian goalie and the game was sealed in victory in history. The records will forever have it that Nigeria in the 2007 FIFA world cup tournament won at every single game they played, produced the highest scoring player, produced the second best player, took home the gold trophy and will host the next games...

Those kids maybe deserved a win afterall, the much needed liberation that this feat will bring to the, 'I quote country, their family, beer buddies, me, etc' could not be overemphasied. Besides, their perfect record of winning all games in the tournament should not be tainted

....I kindda ran out of encomiums or rather, I thought I was almost becoming corny...This, are, one of the times that I wanna wear a white T-shirt for the whole week with these words printed in green on the fore "Nigeria till I die".....hope things remain this high......we sure always make the news but, it is not always that we are tagged for other reasons than oil, corruption and scams...thank god for football

unedited crap

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


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

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

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


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

value added services..

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

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

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

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

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

lyricals

Love Me

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

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

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


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


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


- Ub M. ©

delusion

What is man but a fleeting moment?

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

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

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

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

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


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

Ub(c)

pimpin' the Nigerian Naira!

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

It is amazing how thots can play out. In the quest to play a role in transforming my beloved country Nigeria into a better economy to live and operate in, I was always pre-occupied with the idea of drastically reducing the exchange rate to the dollar. It was ridiculous that a single dollar could fetch up to N126. 00 when in the early 80's, it was about a dollar to a naira...it plumetted over a span of 24 years to the current rate. This is not the worse rate inthe world, in fact there are countries that are far much worse! We were a victim of abuse, we were better and we will be bettered.

The news of prices of basic commodities rising to the thousandth mark was alarming; it could only be the bell of inflation ringing. I remember always dwelling in the past glory of the good old days when the naira and the dollar were in the same grade, coursemates actually. I couldn’t help but reminisce and bask in that glory oft times.
My prayers were answered when I saw the news yesterday about the major currency revamp that is currently being undertaken by the apex bank in conjunction with the federal government.

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

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

Nimblings of a wannabee

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

CHANGE - 231006

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

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

Ub(c)

CHANGED - 271006

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


141106

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

Ub(c)


161106

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

Ub(c)

GAMING - 170611

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

Ub(c)


MORN....

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

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

Ub(c)

uncut platinum aka Mr. Sweet

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

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

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

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

...to be continued...

Ub M.(c)

whatz life got to do with it?

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

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

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

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

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

..to eat and shyte

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

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

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

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

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

July 26 - the birth of an Eagle!

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

A SHOUT OUT!

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

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

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

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

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

-Ub


HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRIS!!!

Water flavoured water!

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

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

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

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

Call me a prophet of doom but, I tend to smell things as far as I can see them! – Whatever that means.

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

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

...hope this distractors go off air for a while so we can hear story.

We had ‘hard’ men in the likes of Snoop, Jay Z, ‘to the left, to the left…’, among other stunts render a almost hitch free concert in the maiden edition last year. What happened to this breed that was much more promising? Was the vaccination and quarantine sections of the US and Nigerian Immigration too busy involved in organising the festival?

I must confess that I was taken aback! The news of mischief that I was kindda rooting for was along the line of poor management, logistics, audience control and maybe, NEPA! …but, WHOA! We are rising over trademark setbacks and renting the stage in exchange for foreign income…talk about entrepreneurial psychics and celeb-drama in Nollywood!

beautiful wealthy, violent rich?

'...Beautiful women obtain wealth and, violent men become rich..' prov 11:16(NLT)

After reading that phrase in THE book, My mind went wild...as opposed to violent-kindda-wildness anyways! I was like ...'WHAT'! What concept did this Solomon David of a guy try to promote? For sure he couldnt just have meant to promote thuggery and gangsterism and all sorts of other social vices that violence is traditionally thought to be related to.

Well, looking at it objectivally, I had a 'perspiration'...nay, inspiration! The book of Proverbs ( Im not promoting religion now, I actually dont have one....like I always say, I believe in God, and I believe in Jesus.); allows me to belief that it is a very clear-cut guide to any young person who is trying to 'get-smarter' in this smart-arsed world. I always thot of THE book as a very religious piece until I begin finding sayings like that on its pages. It gives counsel about almost any/everything to any/everyone....(babblers and psychos....run your mouths now...its ya game from here)

I am fond of digressing, a serious setback! .....now, about the 'perspiration' I received after reading the phrase, I found maself asking, what is beauty, what is wealth, what is violence and what is rich? The answer 'intuition' gave me to this question, gave me a very invaluable insight. I didnt need to use the dictionary and would suggest that similar seekers of this answer refrain same when getting answers.

When I showed this phrase to one of my ever persistent-analyser-debater-nonbelievinginshit housemate, his response displayed not just usual human 'narrow'-mindedness but the need for him to, albeit superlative-human-intelligence-and-mindset, 'ask and answer'!

I feel that anybody that was perplexed as I was about such an advice found in a holy book would receive similar or broader enlightenment by answering same.

.... and about violent men being rich,......argh! I love them riches!

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

I have been putting my ears to the floor in anticipation of the outcome of the just 2007 THISDAY music festival that was held in Lekki, Lagos, Nigeria. I wouldnt deny the fact that I wasnt expecting mischief even in the slightest disguise.

Well, ma hopes were confirmed today when it came in the news that singing beauty, one of my favourites, Kelly Rowland fainted on stage while performing! Why do these people always have a way of making us famous!

For Heaven's sake a doctor should have performed a 'medical' on her before letting her even sniff the Mic especially when she would be doing that in a 15000 people capacity facility in our great NIGERIA. Itz almost like the media must always have a run for news when Nigerian hosted events are involved.

On the bright side, that an International icon of her status should be resusitated in a medical facility in Nigeria and not flown abroad in one of those standby private jets is a benchmark achievement/event!....We need to hear out her hospital ordeal too, maybe that might warrant a commendation on the hospital...who knows? The world needs to know that we have modern hospitals....and doctors...not just witch-doctors.

...and Kelly, next time you are perfoming in a concert in a tropical climate, PLEASE consume a lot of fluid, our local palm wine coulda given you the vocal edge plus stamina....besides, satchets of 'pure' water in Nigeria only cost like 5 Nigerian bucks! (the equivalent of 0.04USD)...doesnt anybody tell our 'sing' models these kindda things! for goodness sake, among those breeze of hunks who pose as personal security, you could employ one or two that took first aid lessons as doubles and save our dear Nigerians the embarassment next time as well as give them a run for the N50,000 bucks the paid to appreciate your talent.

....and, I still love you.....thank you...for giving me something to run ma mouth for. I might return with more festival updates.