Lifes' files

Thursday morning-and the news bulletin is on.I cock my ears disdainfully to listen to another ridiculous version of what has become of our political punditry. The news anchor rummages about the news he's got to read. He begins..."41 people people have been reported dead in a grisly road accident that involved a bus that veered off the road and reeled into a terrain steep"..I hold my breath  The malady that is grisly road accidents came calling again. Thursday at dawn, inside a ‘city to city’ as was the name of the ill-fated killer bus, found most passengers in the middle of their long siestas. Little did they know it would be their last time they’d sleep, wake up in the morning and go about their daily chores. The rogue driver had the bus veered off the road into an alley in the jungle of voluptuous and vast savannah, killing 41 people and left a horde others for the dead. You should have seen how explicitly the terrain converted the bus into a miniature machin...

 9 A.m. A cold July weather only serves to exacerbate my agonies.This day,amid an hubbub of jubilation,I and a few others sink in indignation.It's still wee to have such daytime lethargy but I guess I'll just have to decipher upon events of recent weeks that have kept buffeting my life. Monday was levitation for me.So was Wednesday,Thursday and Friday.It wasn't physical.Rather, it was something doing rounds in my mind at the thought of assessment tests were underway.And I did levitate till the 'get together' as my dons  call it.Like a peremptory finger,they were,harassing and haranguing me about.The more I tried to answer those questions the more impervious  seemed my efforts.My lack of preparedness and hence a short in subversive ideas was the cause of it all-I knew. My classmates jotted and turned papers over .On the contrary,I whiled time away thinking what could possibly become of me.The little knowledge I had borrowed the previous night from books quickly d...

Story of love gone sour. Yes-you heard it right. Such a sad way to highlight a week that was. It all started like a joke when they first set their eyes on each other. And it soon materialized into an evergreen canopy of affection. Then candies, roses and outings followed-all spicing up what would be a breathtaking love affair. Then engagement pegged all their dreams and ambitions together. In the hood, they became symbol s of admiration. However, that was not going to last any longer. Relationships often get marred with challenges. Perchance shit does embroils itself in well to do relationships and ruins the party .As big as they come, people crave for solutions. Confession s of a vengeful woman on the TV the other day was more than shock itself. Well, the woman hired a hit man to do away with her ‘necessary evil’ of a man that was her hubby-and that she would rather see him dead. Not that she is the lone irate woman on the loose. They are many others who have such hatred towa...

The 10th parliament left a legacy for generations to mill at. And if one gets it right is, presumably, for all the wrong reasons. What with the hefty sendoff packs for themselves they awarded? They hoped to lure other top dignitaries into their baits so that they'd have their part of the bargain perked out of treasury, or hitherto, corroborate to their whims. Perhaps to them it was justifiable. In any case, prior to that unanimous assenting of that bill, most of them of the legislators had requisite knowledge that they had lost ground and that the possibility of them pulling their temples back to the auspicious August house reduced to a zero. Finally, they had put their odds on  Baba  Jimmy to do his part of the bargain-to sign the bogus bill into law. Baba  Jimmy did have the last laugh. He was bright enough to shrug off anything that would appear detrimental to the legacy he'd leave behind after March. In a quick rejoinder, he had his own gratuity appende...

It's a quintessential Monday morning.Serious junk again. The don with a pair of haggard eyes is gonna set foot to the unhyped LT to gamble about his prowess in his field of specialty. Still, I got nothing to show that I've added value to myself (allow me to be egocentric for once) during the week-end. This Monday is a day of sorts. According to me and those who arguably can reason with me, they're some stuff that are worthy of assumptions: Ever thought of transition, transposition or change? What does it present to our lives? I'd say they let us arrive at hope or illusions or they drive us to utopia IF chances are that we keep the same effort to ourselves and wait for our 'time to eat'. A woman tells her hubby "am tired of playing second fiddle"...Analytically, in relation to the latter, an equation has been modeled as follows: M=x (W)   where x>1 Society expects much from each of us. It expects us to be of high integrity when we are...

"They have hoped for life’s good gains...have found as old men find. And now they bow their heads like drenched men from the rains'', wrote Armattoe. As a kid, progressed to a naughty, each time I thought I had become wiser than before. Maybe I was right. Mum would beat the mistakes I was content to make out of me. Though the blunders I could make only served as a platform to aggravate my inner fears, I was most certain of the extent the retribution would go; I would cry my tears dry, shout my temples hoarse or rub my limbs sore...but mum just wouldn't listen. Even when I swore the world over in the name of begging for clemency. Thanks to her whips, today I live with the notion that with each venture I am on I accept the outcome no matter what may. Grandma would talk of tales that were captivating and worth listening to. She wouldn't cease even when every other cousin had fallen asleep by the warmth of the embers and her delivery reduced to some superfluous m...

And at the umpteenth time,we last fell victims of a ref manhattan and callous enough to put us as bait in a yet would be uniteds' hook. His name Mark Clattenburg. Our hopes of getting back into our winning ways dimmed and plummeted when two cards saw two away in a span of five minutes to ease the way for united and to the relish of its fans. The blues put up a strong fight-to the tether.Then it happened again.This time Mark allowing an offside goal from Chicharito. Undoubtedly,the win was lame and far from just. You should have seen how their fanatics danced and jeered.I'd acquire a tremor of annoyance then.Conversely,I already had my clefts ready but rather disdainfully.I cursed Mark to damnation.Then I imagined what could become of united if the latter quit.They'd struggle off in the league.Facile simple. I have since stifled a yawn.No hard feelings though.United won.Unfairly.Cheers united for the win.Cheers for the glamor,fame and hoary. But wait....