“Experience is another excuse for the inability to capture young minds with the right information.”

~ Victor Enesi


Work drive

So I’m in the bus and there’s this guy in front selling his products. You find them a lot in Lagos, selling miraculous drugs (from pain relievers to anti-diabetic herbs).

Hold on, it’s so freaking hard writing in a galloping bus!

So how does outside look? Bikes everywhere, mud (blame the rains, they’re here to stay), dirt (this is one problem Lagos never seems to solve), and of course, people, thousands of them.

There are heavy duty vehicles, trucks and trailers. Road blockers I call them.

Remind me, please, this guy is yet to give me my change. He’s saying he doesn’t have change. I remember when I was in secondary school, I forgot my change with the conductor on many occasions. It’s the painfulest (forgive!) thing ever.

So the drug guy has stopped talking. Phew! He’s now chatting with a fellow passenger he appears to know. No more talk of unending miracles his drugs offer. And people actually do buy these drugs! But I gotta say, they sell themselves well. And his command of English isn’t bad either. I heard some pretty big and harmonious words from him.

There are umbrella shades everywhere, people selling all kinds of consumables and inedibles.

The roads are ever so narrow! Lagos typical roads. Congested roads and people. Constructions that never end. And these roads keep getting worse. I imagine what they’d be like when the rains start etching deep into them.

Hold on, there’s another guy free-talking in front. This one isn’t selling miraculous drugs buy miracles (you just gotta love Lagos). He’s preaching from the front seat of the van and passengers can’t even hear him! Oh boy, tectonic plates moving here (dude, no one can hear you!).

Whoa! I think the bus is swimming hehehehe. Roads are really bad. Thick chocolatey water sitting high on the roads.

A bus broke down in the middle of the road. Some dudes are trying to raise it with an hydraulic jack.

I must be getting close to work now (can’t really see front of me from where I’m seated, only sides).

So again, have a blissful day.

Good morning, peeps

Good morning, guys. I got to say, I so do not understand this WordPress thingy. I mean, these stats are mean. Meany meany stats. I put up some posts and I have a couple of positive views and visitations. I take a break (as you know, writing isn’t rice and beans) and my stats just plummet like the freaking Niagara Falls.

What happened to supporting each other? What happened to brotherly love? What happened to reading Victor’s scribbles not because you’ve read em before but because you love him?

Well, looks like I gotta put a little bit more into this.. thing (almost said shit there hehehe so hard not to say shit *sad face*).

Well, work beckons, and today I feel relatively pumpier than other days. Well, let’s see how it goes. But really you guys gotta show more love for what we do. We write, mehn, we bring meaning to the world. We are programmers of the mind. We are the salt of the Earth. We are… Okay, cut it already, going off course here hahaha.

It’s a beautiful day, and I’m looking for something dumb to do, hey baby, I think I wanna write to you.

Baby, I love you, with my entire being. I love you with the life force of the universe. I love you so much that it’s meaningless to love you more (shut up!! You don’t even have a girlfriend, lover boy)

(Well, that’s because… That’s because… My love is too much for them to handle!!)


Pause. I have been in love before (that’s a starting line to one of the many stories in my head). You know one thing about love? You always wanna feel it over and over again. It’s like a drug.

What it would feel like to taste succulent lips again… (shut up! You’re sharing too much)

(isn’t that the whole point of writing?)

Okay, guys, gotta hop into the bath. So you know what to do. Read, like, reblog, share, just fucking get it out there. Let me put it in poetry for you.

Read, like, reblog, share
just fucking get it out there

Rhyme scheme is AA! Have a blissful day all. love you!

Hi there

Hello anyone at the end of this conversation. I just wanna write to you because it’s a beautiful day and I’m looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby! I think I wanna marry you.

Marry… sigh. Well, love is a beautiful thing. And why not if not. So go on, express yourself, fall in love, fall deeper, hit the ground, knock it off, and get married. Yea, you definitely would hit the ground (did you actually think you were gonna keep falling in a bottomless abyss?) Says the guy not in love, but in love. It’s complicated.

I know you can’t ask me how my day went so I’d just tell you. Well, day went like work. And work went like any other day, less stressful though, I must say. I didn’t catch much sleep, in fact, my last post was at 4 something a.m. So what I should be doing now is like forcing myself to sleep. But I don’t do force. Forcing yourself to sleep is like forcing someone to love you. Just won’t work.

So ask me what’s cooking… something’s cooking for sure. It’s a bit complicated recipe, but it’s cooking all the same. You know what I mean, right? A storie (story). It’s brewing in my mind’s eye. Two actually. I’m deliberating, but perfection is in the writing and not the planning (who said that?).

Well, let this not only be about me. How’s you too?

Hello World

Hello World! It’s 4:04 am here in Nigeria and I just feel like writing something. I know what you’re thinking, ‘Are you not meant to be fast asleep to get up early for work tomorrow?’ But hey, guess what? I’m already up for work! Actually, light out woke me up (the heat, unfathomable).

So I just took a shower 🚿 and maybe I’d sleep some more before work. But that’s risky. What if I wake late in the morning? I can already hear my boss shoving his words down my throat (by the way I hate the word boss).

You know I’d have stories before the day ends, right? I always think in stories. Life itself is a stage of stories. Remind me where I heard this quote:

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.”

Lagos is a grand stage of fools then. The drama is just breathtaking. From boarding the bus early in the morning to coming back in unimaginable traffic in the evening. The passenger that won’t stop quarrelling with the conductor. The hawkers on the streets. The mother with her two kids about to cross the road (this reminds me of my upbringing). The bike men always too close to moving cars. The pothole riddled road. The pressure to keep to time. The noise. The music.

They say Lagos is a megacity, a metropolis, and they are right. I have a saying, if Lagos doesn’t inspire you as a writer then just watch 1000 ways to die.

Phew! It’s 4:21, a mosquito just buzzed in my ear. I hate those bloodsucking motherfuckers.

Good morning, all. Have a breathtaking Monday!

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