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...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

The beauty of hope is in its length. Weird? Please let it not seem as such to you. What makes hope what it is, is the 'Wait' part of it, an optimistic wait actually; "Believe". An intrinsic characteristic of hope, one which earns it its most distinguishing property is; Hope's like tomorrow, it never dies, and is never relenting. Another side to its never ending nature is that; hope sings just one song into your heart and ears; "Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow" and when "Tomorrow" comes, it sings another "Tomorrow" into you. Nothing encourages as much as hope, just as nothing wears a man out as much as hoping. It's all in the way we handle it. As long as the one hoping remains, hope remains, its only a case of whether they choose to make use of it or ignore it, letting it lie fallow. Whichever way, hope lives! A popular saying goes; "When there is life, there is hope". Yes, this is very true, but with need for some touc

They've Killed our innovation They've Killed our quest to know They've Killed our thinking, providing answers before we get to probe. They keep the best, origin and making away from us. All we do is receive and assemble. At best we can be called the finisher, don't get me wrong I mean it when I say "FINISHER". We finish everything, consumption is all we love and know, even those who feign to produce are sadly doing so under the "lord's" license. My God! We're so spoon fed, little wonder we're getting better only size-ways. They seem to make life easy, but actually stealing our independence, and replacing it with dependence. They've made our own seem inferior before our eyes, satisfaction is no longer contained in anything with a "BLACK ROOT". Sooner or later, I fear we'll abandon our lives for a life glaring as alien. We've lost so much already, and now on the verge of losing again our independence. They give us the

"Its difficult, if not impossible to respond beyond your heart". How do I mean? "Your conceived, derived and/or imbibed idea of thing, defines your attitude towards it"-TW™ You've always wondered why you act the way you do, react the way you do, or respond to things the way you do. Hey, am not talking temperaments here, the boss (Tim Lahaye) already did, and he "took it to the cleaners'. Even in deceit, its a hard thing to behave/respond to a thing beyond what you think about it, know about it, and the values you have placed on it. Catching a golden mug falling directly towards your head for example is a scenario that captures correctly an aspect of my discourse. There exist a couple of options to this, and believe me, every man could respond differently to this situation. One of the responses to expect, which I know you know already is; Catching the mug, preventing it from hitting your head or even the fall. Another response would be; completely do

"Fellow Nigerians, the entire Nigerian scene is very bleak indeed. So bleak people ask me where do we begin? I know what great things you expect of me at this New Dawn. As I have said many times in my extensive travels in the country, I am not a miracle worker. It will be foolish to underrate the task ahead. Alone, I can do little." -Olusegun Obasanjo (May 29 1999.) "Very bleak" in 1999, what do we say in 2013, how clearer or even bleaker has it become? (The answer rings in all our minds). Obasanjo stated openly that he was not a "Miracle Worker" ...NIGERIA NEEDS A MIRACLE TO BE FIXED isn't it? With the 2015 General (S)elections around the corner, in what is expected to usher Nigeria into another republic, a spate of confusion in the polity, power play, political witch-hunting amongst other things are the recent characteristic features of the Nigerian scene. Every action and political decisions seem to be bearing the 2015 regime in mind and sight. A

"Give me the WHATs; unto Thee alone I leave the HOWs. En-grace me to put away my IFs; and ponder the more on your WILLs. Grow me up until the WHENs & WHATs matter no more, but Thee".-TW™ KEY: Whats - Substance/Blessing How's - How/Process IFs - Doubts WILLs - Promises WHENs - Time/Timing THEE - God Recite as many times as this continues to strike your innermost being.