been way too long

It’s been way too long since I shared. Believe me, it was not intentional. It was just unavoidable. Life has been happening. And I’ve been growing through the things I go through.

In my absence, I nursed growth. In my silence, I’ve bred hope.

Never, has very little of nothing, been more disheartening like the times when the inside of me had nothing new left in it but struggles. Yet, my hunger for strength was supine in the face of rugged hinderances.

Inside my head, a buzzing noise continued to chime. A number of thoughts, ineffable as they were; ran around like sixty-fourth quavers. And that riff-raff called “eloquence” was not within an inch of my reach.

As more emptiness filled my heart, pleasant chords ran along unpleasant thoughts. My worries lengthened like the Euphrates. Same shyte, different design.

But…

2018 has taught me that happiness is luxury. The measure of progress calibrated by how far or how well is what had been making it unaffordable.

But a measure calibrated by how less…

How less unhappy are you becoming Brala Bee, by that supposed pursuit of happiness has made a great deal of difference.

Yes, I have been happier.

2018 has taught me that happiness is one of the many luxuries we all can afford. But the very first we don’t seem to consider when budgeting.

2018 has taught me that happiness is not a legal tender. It stopped me from trading mine in exchange for values that are insatiable.

In 2018. I’ve learned to love happiness. Not the things which happen in our lives that makes other people happy for us.

I’ve found the wind that blows this soul towards joy and the greatness of relief

Welcome to my thoughts again.

Calm Down

Calm down! Caaalmmm DaaawwwnnnN!! was what I emphasised

As I stood behind him screaming like an ardent crusader

All I needed was for him to stop, but then I couldn’t afford to put myself in arms way.

Frank!! She’s dying. Be reasonable and let loose bikonu

But the angry fellow would not desist

O yes I know! She must die today, he affirmed

Poorly she struggled

Managing to mutter before a pause; HELP ME

Obviously exhausted;  Her body spoke a language

One which could only translate to; “helplessly in need of mercy”

Yet; the rage in his eye was a spectacle

His eyes were popping out like testicles

The grip around her neck by now was a perfect tentacle

Draining the little life left in her as though it were via a vivid receptacle

Please!!! help me uncle, she slurred again tearfully…

FRANK!! I exclaimed vengefully

He navigated his gaze towards me. Perhaps to weigh the potency of my violent threat

With a look of disgust upon my peeved ambiance, he softened his grip compassionately

I heaved a sigh of relief synonymous to her desperate gasp for much needed oxygen

But; within that split second I thought as ample enough – as though consumed by a legion of .untamed spasms; who were displeased, and completely provoked,  I attacked his panicky demeanor viciously and with intent. Shattering the threat radically against his bald head, hoping he fell to the earth like a vegetable.

Callus murderer I yelled at him regrettably. But Frank had helped himself with a fragment of my fallow weapon.

I saved her life. But then; he took his own.

back at me!!

I didn’t know how to explain myself to Philip.  He would not just believe; each time I tell him how he’s better off selling cement (in Naij), to starting afresh an immigrant.

So I thought to give him an idea of how the pictures more often available on the web can be misleading via e-mail. But he seemed to have had a better perspective of that idea. Here’s what transpired…

 

Me

Guy!! Don’t blame this pictures when you arrive.

This is the shit hole you dream of.

Philip 

Foolish boy! Don’t blame this picture when you return.


This is the paradise that surrounds it.

besides, if this is you…

I beg na who com be this? James Bond??

Lesson learnt.

Don’t ever discourage your friends. Some of them are not nice.

Surely!!! without a shadow of doubt, they will embarrass you.

CHAI!!! THANK GOD FOR MY LIFE O!

@ Seun’s

 

when your friends set out to impress you,

they’ll do just about any thing to keep you giggly.

how far they’ll go to achieve it however,

is something you always never know.

at Seun’s birthday party, we were talking about language

then we asked Zara if she understands Yoruba

here’s what happened…

It is easy telling a story with pictures

But painting a picture with words,

is like – loving your profile, updates but not you.

or comparing this to – “laf wan kii me die”!!

An update to going paperless with the iPad (via Feker)

found this deep inside the world of wordpress. and I decided to bring it up to the surface for friends. because it tickled my interest.

An update to going paperless with the iPad I wrote in a previous post about going paperless.  I wanted to give an update.  On the writing side I tried the Pogo stylus but after some time decided I didn't like it.  It's too thin to hold and thus there is not a pen feel to it and the top feels like a piece of sponge cut off and glued on.  Also I didn't like how it felt to write on the screen, it didn't really glide across the screen as I had imagined and it was more forced across the screen … Read More

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