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Many a time I try to bring some folks up to speed with recent trends, not losing sight of where we were coming from. This really can be a arduous task in most cases as a majority would rather  remain in the/their pasts.  Call them obstinate and my only dissatisfaction will be your failure to add the prefix "unnecessarily" or "myopically".  Sadly, too many sons & daughters  of my generation are failing to live their lives, in that they have preferred to live life by the views their ancestors held and passed down, over careful observation of life as it stands now.  It was not my intention to confuse you on writing this piece, and it still isn't now. But living the new life by old rules cum views can really complicate a lot of things.  Am not of the opinion that nothing of old was good or still relevant, am only and advocate of the use of life's 'Delete' & 'Add' button.  I really would have  love to write extensively, hi...

......By popular demand, sequel to my last post "Speak Now Or Forever Remain Silent", I bring to you the continuing episode of what went down the day. I want to seize this opportunity to thank my fans and blog readers for their followership, support, encouragements and sometimes critiques. Without you, there's no Wordsmith™. . . . ...I could not laugh enough on the day. In a funny twist of events, don't forget we already have 3-bodies lying on the altar. I adjusted my sit properly, and told myself "Not one scene of this will I miss out on". Every man for his kind, the priest had ignored both bride and groom and reached out to revive his ailing colleague, fanning air to his face with the programme outline in his hands. Both parents also took to the alter, seeing the selfish gesture of the priest, each taking to the direction of their wards (Grooms parent to groom, and Bride's to the bride) everyone battling to resuscitate their own. With the pr...

"If anyone here has any reason why these two should not be joined together, let him speak now or forever remain silent" ....The priest had barely concluded his words before we heard the doors yawned open paving the way for this tall, dark-skinned, fine looking young man, dressed in a nicely cut grey suit. The knocks of his shoe heels on the floor was all that was to be heard in the auditorium, as the whole place had gone dead silent on his appearance. Startled by this scene, and confused by the thought of trying to reason out what exactly was going on, the priest could at best draw out his white handkerchief from the pocket of his robe as he wiped his face severally as if to say, every one wipe made him see better. For all those minutes it took this man to make his way up the alter, I understood better the meaning of the medical term "SHOCK". The bride, you mean what was happening to her? I fear we don't go there, she had gone past the stage of something ...

...This snake wouldn't blink an eye, neither will the skies fail to darken by the minute. God knows, setting out for this journey, I prayed that I had a smooth one. There it is, rule no 5; "TO PRAY THAT YOUR ROAD BE SMOOTH ALL THE TIME, IS TO PRAY THAT THERE BE NO NIGHT & DAY" With every breath within me, I resisted the urge to run. Jumping into the river was no option, I'll rather die here than go down there. The more my confidence grew in the fact that I wasn't going to take a dive into the flowing river, the more I guess the serpent got surer of a well deserved bite. Every step, put still, crawl it took, in-turn earned a backward movement from me. Holy Morry! This was beginning to turn into a drama, infact a choreography of a sort. This serpent began to appear to me on the one hand a comic act, and the other, a venomous predator that it actually was. When it jerked, I jerked, when it moved I moved even two steps backward. At some point it took a run at...

In anticipation I sat still, legs crossed, waiting for the next call. My gaze was fixed on that horn speaker, as if to say I listened with my eyes and not my ears. For quite some minutes now, I've been hearing my name called. The door continued to open and shut, but the truth is, no one was there! This illusion will not kill me, I bet I'll see the last of this. "Done and co" had a very big premises. It was a big office, better put, a hall, and it had just one door. They are a company specialized in turning dreams into reality, all anyone needed to do was just get themselves in there and their stories changed from thence. ....It hasn't been a smooth walk down here, many parked their luxury cars way down the lane, the roads leading here, aren't motorable at all, and the terrain/topography of the land is so horrible and exhausting to say the least. It was difficult, almost near impossible to get here as well dressed as you left your home, if the thorns and b...

Tunde could be wrong to have concluded the way he did, no doubt. Yet we just might need something genuine and substantial to prove him and his notions wrong. A man in his mid 30's who has had everything going fine for him from his first draw of breath in far away Wilkinson's Maternity Hospital, Arkansas, in the United States of America, where he was born to a complete Nigerian parents who happened to be fun seekers in the US. By all standards, he had the best of time growing up, attended the best of schools, and awarded/rewarded with the best of certificates and in-turn qualifications. Tunde's life no doubt is such everyone would wish they had. At 30, he was group managing director of a Multinational audit firm. Ofcourse, what do you expect from a 1st class student of Audits and Finance? Comfort was the last thing he worried about, as he controlled a large fleet of cars, commanded the best gadgets around, visas to over 16-european countries was always somewhere in the i...