REMINISCING ON 2008: GLAD TO BE ALIVE

This post is a little unusual especially since it's not the conventional 'GEEBEE'S TRIP' Episode. GEEBEE'S TRIP is definitely not over. Ma'er of fact, it's hardly begun but then I want to believe it will be very much okay to digress a little and give the series a rest till 2009. Wao! did I just say 2009? Yes I did and it makes my body shiver and my heart tingle and my nuts jingle. The new year's just a week away and somehow I can't wait to touch it. The entire feeling sparks up a lot of looking back and reminiscing in my heart and the only words I can mutter are 'Thank You Lord for seeing me through 2008.' I speak this words with absolute faith that the great God that saw us all through 2008 and all the preceeding years will see us into 2009 and far beyond. Did I hear you say a big Amen. Somebody shout 'Halleluyah! (Yeah I attend the Pastor Adeboye's church too). lol.

Last Saturday, precisely the 20th of December, I was in school for a test and a most shocking news came. Billy was confirmed dead. Billy (I can't even remember his last name) was a final year student of LASU like me even though from a different department but it wouldn't be an understatement to say Billy was your typical man's man. He was one of those rare guys you can't help but like. Truth be told, we hardly related on close terms but he was definitely a guy everyone knew. Petite, smooth-talking, loveable, likeable, calm, religious, brilliant, accomodating . . . and all the other good words you can possibly remember would be the best words to describe who this Billy guy was. In fact, when LASU Lekki campus opened, he was one of the people who began the school fellowship which has grown to be so big now. He has emceed our awards on about two occassions. He has mobilised students better than anyone I know in my school and done so many other admirable things I cannot begin to mention now. Alas, on that fateful day, news reached us that Billy was dead. How did he die? We heard he was on a motorbike on his way to Victoria Island the Friday evening before and while entering a roundabout, an on-moving trailer lost two of its tyres on top speed and those tyres hit Billy's bike. Strange, right? I thought so too and I cannot still comprehend how this happened. We heard the bikeman died instantly but Billy, now unconscious was rushed to St. Nicholas Hospital. Amidst vigils and non-stop prayers made for him by his church and his loved ones, Billy gave up early on Saturday morning. Trust me, it was a festival of tears in school on that day and the day after and I bet the festival has not ended right now.

When I think about all this, I wonder 'Why Billy?' and I cannot help but sigh. Would this guy have imagined in his wildest dreams that he would not see 2008 Christmas or even year 2009 for that matter. If people like Billy could die, what about less righteous people (pardon the statement) like me and so many others. It's all by God's grace. Some would say 'Don't take okada and stuff' but how do you expect to survive in a place like Lagos if you won't take okada (motorbikes). You'll probably spend half the day in traffic then. I've had three bike accidents this year and escaped with nothing more than a scar. it could have been worse! I have seen accidents where people died like animals in 2008! I have watched my daughter almost die from teething in thesame 2008! People have lost their moms, their dads, their aunts and uncles, their friends, even some have lost their lives in this same year 2008! I have travelled at least twelve times between Lagos and Ondo State (my mum lives there) in this same 2008 and amidst all these, God has been faithful. I sometimes wonder why God has kept me alive inspite of all my shortcomings (Oh they are numerous. Much too numerous and still counting) and I get lost for words.

I am also glad for Nigeria. Things have happened in this country in 2008 that would have happened in some countries and caused a disintegration and yet we are still one united country. God's grace is indeed abundant. In this same 2008, I lost three mobile phones. the first one was gone for good and the other two got returned to me miraculously after days. I never knew such things could happen in a country like Naija or maybe I'm just God's favourite. I know I'm not alone in this. So many other people exist with similar stories like mine and sometimes we're bound to think so highly of ourselves but it's pertinent to always remember it's all by God's grace we are where we are today. Let us remember Billy's story and have a sober reflection. People who are much better than so many of us are gone today but here we are still strong. God is indeed a faithful God. Reminiscing over 2008, I must say I'm glad to be alive and I hope to write a similar piece on this page by this time next year. By God's grace, I will do thesame next year. Enjoy the best of the season and please, don't wine and dine too much o. Meanwhile, it seems everyone is out of town for the festivities. I'm out of town as well presently in Ondo State with my daughter, my babymama, my mum, my grandmum and my brothers. Chief is back in Lagos and I wish him a wonderful time this Christmas and New Year. GEEBEE'S TRIP will continue in the New Year. Thank you all for making 2008 a most wonderful year for me. See you all in 2009.

WISHING ALL BLOGVILLE 'CITIZENS' A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A WONDERFUL 2009 AHEAD.

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THE GEEBEE CHRONICLES – THE CAST

Weird stuff sure do happen but not as weird as some event I got wind of during the week. I got a forwarded email from a friend and it told a story of a ten year old boy who bought a pineapple by the roadside and a couple of days later (fifteen days precisely) he got sick. He was taken to the hospital and after a series of tests, he was confirmed H.I.V positive. Now, the family insisted on every member being tested and none of them was positive. On enquiry, the boy confessed he bought a pineapple and bla bla. The family members managed to trace the pineapple seller only to learn that he had cut himself prior to the boy’s purchase of the pineapple and perhaps some of the blood had gotten into the fruit. On testing, the seller was told to his shock that he was H.I.V positive. Now that leads me to the big question. CAN YOU CATCH H.I.V FROM AN INFECTED FRUIT? I laughed my ass off after reading because I didn’t believe a word of it. Besides can H.I.V be detected within two weeks of being contacted? Come on! But then, what if it is actually possible? Wonders shall never end . . . especially in a country like Naija!

Welcome to the newest series in town. I’m glad you made the first episode (not really) and that means you get to meet the cast and crew of ‘GEEBEE’S TRIP.’

THE GEEBEE CHRONICLES simply centers on the life of a young man (Me) and everything that makes him the man he is today, the good and bad attributes alike. Nobody is a judge so don’t be too hasty to judge when you come across certain barbaric stuff in the course of this series. Nonetheless feel free to drop your lines and comments. Who knows? You might be reaching someone (might not even be me) who needs such words so bad. Let’s have our cast.

Starring:
- Geebee – 23 yrs (present day - 2008); that’s me, the hero of the show and maybe sometimes the villain. Depends on how you see it. I guess I’m the only one in the cast who’s had an interaction with every other member of the cast. Makes me special, right?

- Chief – My dad, 50 yrs. He used to be a banker before going on a study leave in 2002. He’s into real estate now. Resides in Lagos. This man’s one interesting and weird fellow, but he’s still my dad.

- Mum, 50 yrs, from a different world from Chief's obviously. Somehow they could not handle each other and so they parted ways when I was nine. She runs a catering business.

- Ben* – My elder brother, 26yrs; a lawyer, called to the bar in 2007. He’s a good big brother but then he’s got some of those traits too. No one’s perfect so let’s give it up for him okay.

- Steve* – 21 yrs; Currently a Youth Corper. He’s my weird little brother and my very right hand man. He’s the only one who knows some stuff about me that no one else in the family knows.

- BG* – 22yrs. My babaymama. Everything about me and her seems like an accident that is kind of turning out right.

- TY – 1 yr +; My daughter. The only one I could kill for. She’s been the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen.

- Cyan* – My dad’s ex- wife. Don’t get confused, okay. Dad’s been married twice. I’ve not seen her since she left in 2005 but she’s still part of the story.

Also Starring:
- (Simon, Sam, Lovina, Emy, Liz, Ela, Besla, S.T, U.J etc.)*

* Not their real names (for security reasons)

Like every normal series, you’ll get to see some additional cast sometimes but these should do for now. The first episode would begin shortly. For now, feel free to comment or ask anything you want to know about any of the cast and I’ll be much obliged to let you know whatever you wanna know. Stay tuned.

WELCOME TO THE GEEBEE CHRONICLES.

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A new chapter . . . getting very personal.

Recently a friend of mine got married. Well I won't exactly call him a friend cos I got my invite via text message from him about six days to his wedding and here's how it went -

"Hey Geebee man what's going on? My wedding is on Saturday and I'll like you to be there. Please spread the word. Sorry for the late info but been trying to reach you endlessly all to no avail. thanks. God bless you."

Now, that's supposed to sound convincing, right? Especially when I've got two working mobile phones and receive calls quite normally. Well, that's that. That's not what i'm here to talk about. What I'll love to talk about is why did he get married so soon? I have known Don (not his real name. I don't want problems, please!) and his new wife ever since I got into University and give it to them, they've been one of the most serious couples I've ever met. But they didn't seem like guys who'd settle down so soon. Now, some people are guessing that Diana (not her real name too) is pregnant and somehow, the parents of the couple didn't want a 'stigma,' you know the baby-before-wedlock kind of stigma. And what did they do? They rushed up a marriage within weeks or months! Just some people's views now. They might be wrong, especially if Diana turns out not to be pregnant yet as some people think. For chrissakes, I didn't even notice a protuding tummy on the wedding day. Whatever! My point here's just that I don't see any reason for rushing into marriage just because your girl's pregnant. Forget all that old-school fable about a baby being born into matrimony being the only right action. Babies are Godsent and the Lord gives them as he wishes. It might be a mistake as some may call it but every pregnancy has a purpose. Sometimes I wonder if I would have been glad to marry Sarah as soon as she got untimely pregnant. I guess I wouldn't have; not because I don't love her (I sure do) but because I wasn't and I'm still not yet ready. . . not even close to being ready! All thesame, I'm happy for Don and Diana but I sure do hope it's what both couple really wanted.

I got thinking again of recent. Why did I really start blogging? I remember I only wanted to share my life story in every way I could. If anything at all, I know I have really had an exceptional life, short as it may have been so far. I've had so many crazy experiences in my short lifetime that I sometimes doubt my age. I'm thinking of starting a new chapter on my blog. I'll begin it as a series and i'll be glad if you guys will keep dropping in and posting your comments. I bet you it's gonna be a worthwhile experience. The updates will also be somewhat regular to save some soon-to-be avid readers from choking out of expectation of subsequent episodes. You could even follow my blog to make it easier to keep up with the episodes in the series. It's gonna be a long series, you can be sure of that. I might well be on my way to becoming a new blogville idol. hahaha. Well it all depends on how you find what you'll be reading here so keep coming. I'll give you the cast of the new series in a few days. Stay tuned.

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Violent Tempers . . . another serious issue

I have often heard that men from the Northern part of Nigeria could be really crazy when angry (my apologies to the Northern bloggers, please). I’ve heard about the violent tempers of these guys who could behead anyone who got an inch close to their wives or their cattle! I have also heard that if medals were to be given for having violent tempers, then my Northern brothers would be natural gold medalists. I came so close to observing a flagrant display of violent temper at its best sometime last week on my way to Surulere, Lagos to see a client. I was seated in a commercial bus and I watched in horror as a car ahead collided with a motorcycle. For an instant, I thought the man on the bike was dead or something. He had no helmet on for chrisakes! But he wasn’t. In fact, he turned out to be a policeman wearing a uniform that had MOPOL clearly printed on it. Alas, he was a mobile policeman! Along with the other occupants of the bus, I prepared for the drama that was about to unfold before us. The MOPOL guy seemed not to have felt any pains at all judging by the manner in which he got off his fallen bike and raced to his assailant’s car which had now parked a few metres ahead. By the time the driver got out of his car to assess the damage he had done, the policeman had reached him and the next thing I saw was the man on the ground and the policeman pummeling him with blows meant to remove all of his teeth if possible. The crowd that had now gathered screamed and begged for this new assailant to have mercy on his victim. The pleas seemed to make matters worse as the MOPOL pulled out a dagger from his belt and . . . No, he didn’t stab the driver, but I bet he would have if only there hadn’t been so many witnesses. Man, I was scared. As my bus slowly moved away from the scene, I managed to catch the policeman’s face and noticed his tribal marks. His angry voice and accent further proved that he was a Northerner. I sighed and silently thanked the good God that had restrained him from using that dagger.

'Temper' simply refers to 'a tendency to get angry easily and suddenly.' It’s no doubt a vice we all have to live with one way or the other. No one existing on this planet could ever lay claim to never having had a reason to get angry at one time or the other. Even babies do get angry. At least my daughter does. Jesus Christ himself got angry sometimes in the Bible, so we certainly do have a right to get angry but what really determines maturity is the manner in which we control ourselves whenever we get angry. Unbridled tempers have broken so many homes, caused so many wars and so many untimely deaths. I don’t think I have seen any good effect violent tempers have ever had so what’s the point of accommodating it anyway. I’ve come to believe ‘controlling temper’ remains one of the greatest personal wars we all have to fight. Even if the war can’t be totally won, it could be controlled to a reasonable tone.

Let’s quit the preaching and teaching and come to the real world now. I made a purchase over the weekend and somehow it still makes me laugh. Guess what? I bought a dog – a puppy actually. (No, that's not the picture of my dog. I've not had the chance to get a good photo shot yet.) A friend’s friend was desperate and needed cash real bad. Now he has a bitch (that’s a feminine dog’s name, right?) that just put to bed like two months ago and the she-dog’s got six puppies. I had a little cash to spare and so I took the deal, so I’m a proud owner of a puppy and she’s a she. That means in a coupl’a months and with the best cross-breeding with either a male dobberman, an Alsatian or a German shepherd, I could be rearing bad-ass dogs like DMX and shit. Sometimes, it’s good to act on impulse . . .sometimes. My pup’s got no name yet. I’m still thinking of a perfect name. Suggestions are highly welcome. See you around.

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The Embers are here!

Now at first sight and at first thought, one would wonder if the Embers are a group of people; probably a family. They could probably be a bunch'a gay guys or some broke ass dummies trying to make some cool cash. Better still, the Embers could be distant cousins I've been expecting for a while and who've gotten me excited on their arrival. Well fellows, as some smart folks might have now figured out, the Embers are no humans. They are not my cousins and they sure ain't gay! The Embers are what I (and so many other people) call the last quarter of every year. Talk about SeptEMBER, OctoBER, NovEMBER and DecEMBER. Yeah I know October's sort of different but shall we just ignore that for now . . . Thank You! Truth is I'm quite glad that we're in the fourth and final quarter of this year and it feels pretty cool to know that 2008's gradually moving into the archives of the past. Soon, we'll say 'I did so and so in 2008 etc.' Let's hope the good Lord keeps us all alive. Sad to think that not all who are alive at this time would still be around in the near future . . . you know how it is. Death comes when you least expect and did I tell you that he (Death's personified as one bad guy. No doubt he's a he) is no respecter of persons. Now I don't wanna be the one to get picked and I hope you're not!

Now what's up with the grim shit. No one's gonna die, at least not for a long while, say sixty seven years from now or so (for me). Don't ask me how I know. Like Idi Amin, it was all revealed to me in a dream, so you can rest assured, aight.

Been a while I guess. The last time I was in this parts, I remember talking about my new job, the Olympics etc. Funny to note that all that's long gone now. Yeah I've settled into my new job and . . . hey, no I didn't get fired like I thought I would. Remember how i missed my first day due to the jinxed triple (08-08-08)? Ma'er of fact, I kinda misunderstood a lot of stuff about my new job at HEVI ENERGY RESOURCES LTD. I must confess it feels pretty good working especially cos of the ease with which I work. I don't get to go to the office and sit eight hours doing God-knows-what. I'm a Sales executive, remember, and that means all I get to do is meet prospective clients and woo them to make my company their choice. So far, have I been successful? Hmm. sorta. The big bucks are yet to come though. On the six month no-salary thing, it wasn't as bad as I put it. Sorry for the confusion. Guess I was kinda shocked myself and so started spitting fire and brimstone. Yes, I'm still not on full salary for the mean time but I get bonuses and pecks that make me smile if I must say. Plus, I get to work at my own pace and convenience - at least for another five months, right? Maybe by then we'll see what the management would pull off. I'm to resume lectures in another three weeks and I'm still yet to decide how I'm gonna let them know but I don't think it's gonna be much of a problem. I work with a couple of 'softies.' Don't tell them I said so, okay.

So much has happened in the past few weeks. Olympics are over. Nigeria made me laugh. What a shame! Not even one gold medal! All the same, I was impressed with the Dream team. They did a good job. Forget that Argentina beat them in the final. Did you ever think they were going to beat Argentina? Come on! We're talking about Lionel Messi, Riquelme, Javier Mascherano and a coupl'a hitmen here. Anyways, let's give them a hand. Dem try, abeg! The English Premiership has also started and it's Week 4 now. I'm still with Arsenal and still wondering if Arsene Wenger's not gambling with my heart yet again. Let's wait and see.

TY's doing great and I miss her so much. Saw her last about four weeks ago and I tell you her development's rapid. She's getting more mature and older by the day and I can't help wondering why I almost killed myself when I'd just discovered my girlfriend was pregnant. Somehow, the whole story's played out well. I hope I have the time to share the full story someday soon. Take care now. See y'all later.

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08-08-08. . . Another jinxed triple?

Hi. Yeah, that was brief, I know. I've got news. Good news and then Bad news and then Bad news! Let's begin with the good news. I got a job. Yeah a J-O-B! I just got employed in a new oil and gas firm here in Lagos called HEVI ENERGY RESOURCES LIMITED. Yeah, yeah, 'oil and gas' did I hear you say? That's where all the Nigerian money is right? I bet you probably think I've got a six-figure income attached to my new status now, right? That's where I give you the first bad news. No! I was shell-shocked. I'm expected to be on training for another six months (without pay) and get fully orientated into the activities of the firm.
"Mr. Gbenga, as you know," I remember the Head of Personnel saying, as I went through my confirmation letter. "HEVI ENERGY is a new organisation and we believe we are giving you an opportunity to rise with the firm. You are indeed lucky, you know."
Lucky, my ass! I thought but didn't show or say it. How the hell was I expected to work without pay for six months? Anyway, let's see how it goes.
I had received the call on Tuesday after I had almost forgotten I ever dropped a resume or had a sort of shady interview. I was asked to report at the office and there and then, I was handed an identity card. I looked at the thing and I had to smile as I remembered the passport photograph I had submitted along with my resume. Here I was looking all suited up and clean like a stash of dollars! My designation was as a SALES EXECUTIVE! Now, what does that mean? Sales Executive? I hope I can handle the responsibilities that come with it. I guess this company were out to clear any doubts I had and indeed they did when they gave me the password to the new email address they had created for me- gbenga.o@hevienergy.com . At that moment, I believed indeed that this was for real. But my mind was playing at that moment. I had submitted a resume with my qualification spelt out as B.Sc. Economics (in view). Had they missed that? What was I supposed to do when my school reopened for my final session in the University? Really, I had not believed they would even consider me. I guess when we get to that bridge, we'll cross it.

Bad news number two. It begins with a question. What's this crazy stuff I hear about days with 'triple digits' (as I choose to call them) being jinxed? I woke up this morning to hear that today's 8th of August 2008. So what the hell? I thought, only to think further and realise that I had just being opportuned to witness another triple digit day, infact the only one anyone's ever going to see in this century. The triple digit - 08-08-08. How else did you spell it on your writing pad? I've never been a fan of the triple days. Infact, I took notice of this trend for the first time about two years ago, on 6th of June 2006 (06-06-06) and oh my, you needed to have seen the way people were practically going beserk talking about the end of the world, the so-called mark of the beast and a whole lot of stuff. I must confess I had to stay a little sober on that day though. Then came that of 2007, the 7th of July 2007 (07-07-07) and everyone was like hmmm, the lucky 7s and stuff like that. Some people even called it jinxed and claimed a whole lot of evil stuff was gonna happen just like they claimed about a year and a month before. Now, did any evil stuff happen? None that I know of. I remember it was a Saturday and I was at the cinemas to watch a new movie (I don't think I remember the name now). Now, we've got another triple and I'm beginning to wonder if there's really any sense at all in this bizzare reasoning. Well, I could say I have a reason to ponder on this with the unfortunate events that seemed to unfold today. First and foremost, it rained like hell and messed up the whole day for me. I practically stayed in the whole day. Believe me, if you were in my part of Lagos, you'd probably think the world's gonna end or something. Ma'er of fact, as I write this, it's still raining. Can you beat that? The real bad news is that I couldn't report to work today and I'm actually supposed to resume work today - Friday! Why not Monday, I had wondered. Truth is I totally forgot (I'm crazy, right? I think so too). By the time I remembered (at about 7.30am), it was pretty late and the downpour was something else and somehow I couldn't imagine getting out of my house and getting all soaking wet on my first day at work! Besides, even if I had wanted to go, I had nothing good to put on. My shirts were not ironed and I had no access to electricity yesternight. Besides, the generator decided to mess up at the wrong time! So many excuses right? Now, let's hope I've not just gotten myself fired! Now I'm asking myself, how bad can a day get? To crown it up, my brother called me about an hour ago to tell me his car had suddenly developed some problems since morning and as at now, the automobile's still with the mechanic. I'd better not tell you how much it's gonna cost him. You'll scream if I did! Now this is a car that had no problems at all nor gave any problematic signs previously. How bad can a day get? I ask again.

On a lighter note, have you been watching the Olympics? Well, I really haven't but I watched the two football matches Nigeria played, both in the female and male category and I could only sigh. Soccer is dead in this country! That's a fact! I hope the teams Nigeria's fielding can prove me wrong though.

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Finally . . .

Wow, it's been a while I guess. Two weeks or thereabout. Thank God, July's almost over and thank God the year's almost over as well. You don't believe me? Which's closer to December? July or January? Now you see what I mean. Yeah, I almost forgot. TY's birthday and mine. How'd it go? I could only use one word to express. . .BOMB! It was, I tell you and I still got some goodies (did you see the cakes there?) to share if y'all care to ask for it. The party was actually an indoor thing and a coupl 'a friends and some old faces were there to cheer my one year old daughter up. Funny enough, nobody even paid me any attention. TY stole our show! Anyway, it was her day (20th July) and mine was two days earlier. But man, she was as stubborn as hell on that day and it was almost impossible to take pictures! Well we did manage to take some (about 60) and I thought it would be crazy to put all 60 here. Probably the management of 'blogger' would have sued me or something. Anyways, it's all over now and I'm back to my normal life. I miss my baby though. Just incase I never mentioned it, she's with her mum (Sarah - she's in one of the pictures below) who's also chilling with my mum for sometime.

The week's been pretty boring. Been raining since Monday and everywhere feels like sh*t. All wet and irritating . . . Lagos! Sarah called me yesterday and told me she just quit breastfeeding TY (yeah, it's healthy for babies to breastfeed for at least a year! Hahaha) and she's been going through some kind of pain I don't understand. Maybe the breastfeeding mums or ex breastfeeders could explain it better. TY's also been driving everyone nuts ever since then. T'appears baby gurl would love to breastfeed for ever if she could. lol. Probably she misses Daddy. Whatcha think?

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2 days to go . . . 67 years too!

Today's July 16th, precisely two days to my big day . . . my birthday. What's new? Nothing save that I've kinda been having funny imaginations like how I would feel in another sixty seven years. Yeah, in precisely sixty seven years and two days time, I would turn ninety. Ninety! Oh, that's pretty far and somehow I can't help wondering how Modiba (South Africa's Mandela) made it that far! That dude's one pretty strong dude. I'm sure Obinwanne (big ups bro!) would be able to tell me more about this man since that's his idol. NInety! I can't help repeating the word, the age I mean. Anyway, let's keep planning for my birthday, and TY's of course. I guess we'll just do a joint thing. Talking of TY getting to Mandela's age, she's got about eighty nine years. Wao. At least I'm somewhere closer, don't you think? Take care y'all.

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My daughter's birthday

Hey hey, I'm back again this time. Had to take care of some stuff during the week . . . like checking on my daughter and preparing for her birthday. Oh,you didn't know i had a daughter.Yeah i do, man and she's as cute as can be. Yeah, yeah, i'm too young (almost 23 and not even married for heavens'sake!) to have a daughter, right? Your opinion, man! Let's talk about that later. Watch out for her pix on this page soon. She's gonna be one on Sunday, July 20th.Imagine how close she was to coming on my birthday.I'm July 18th and you'd better wish both of us happy birthday on thatday or else . . . let's leave it at that. I gotta go now. TY calls. That's her name. You'll know more about this angel as time goes on. It's a whole looooooooooooooooooooooooooong story. You see how long that is. You just stay tuned, aight! Take care.I'm out!

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Ballack . . . What in the world happened?

So, what happened? Yeah, Spain won, didn't they? And that means a whole lot of things to me, not because I'm Spanish (you sure damn well know I ain't) or because I hope to go to Spain someday (when I save enough cash or meet some nice Spanish babe online). For no smart reason at all (maybe because of Cesc Fabregas), I just picked Spain and truly they won. Oh, my bet? Well I won the bet, but too bad, I didn't get any money from it because the guy I bet with claimed we didn't have a 'mutual agreement' and bla bla bla. . . you know all that stuff. . . the usual losers' defence tale. Well, finally the so-called under achievers shamed the big time achievers, Germany and oh my, you needed to have seen Michael Ballack's face as he watched the young 'under achievers' claim the European trophy. I hate that guy for so many reasons, especially because he plays for a team I detest the most - Chelsea! Yeah, I hate Chelsea. All Arsenal fans do and I bet they hate us that muych as well. Bring it on, Chelsea fans! It's a challenge. Come on, come and fight! I can imagine how frustrated Ballack feels right now. Imagine losing out four trophies in one year - The English Premiership, The Champions League, The Carling Cup and finally The European Cup. All this after playing in three finals! Wao, what a loser! Well well, what else do we talk about today? Nothing. Ma'er of fact, I can't think straight right now for reasons best known to me. By the way, I got me a new phone. How? You know the deal. Money comes when you least expect it. Believe me y'all. See you guys soon.

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Just beating about/around the bush

Hey peoples! What? Peoples? Is that English? Of course it is. Now, before you begin to chide and chastise me about the incorrectness of my language usage, let me clarify. 'Hey people.' Now, that sounds better, doesn't it? Fine, that's what you think but I wanna believe we should be able to accomodate some new words these days, incorrect as they might sound. Left to me, 'peoples' sounds better in this context than 'people' cos to me, 'people' implies just a number of people (tautology, uh?) while 'peoples' relates to the whole world, if you'd excuse me. Yeah, I'm talking to the whole world. All o' y'all! Wao, who do I feel like right now? Obama? Hmm, talking about that guy, I don't know if there's anybody I admire at the moment like I do this black guy. Stale news now though, I bet you probably heard one million people tell you they love Barrack Obama. What? You don't know Barrack Obama? Oh boy, you definitely have not been in this world for sometime now. Well, just incase you don't know who he is (Really, some people don't know. My grandma doesn't at least!), he is the democratic candidate running for president of the United States of America. That's really not the news, okay. The news is that he broke two major records. One, he is the first African-American (some would say black American) ever to win the nomination of such a notable party in the US and two, he was a junior Senator, i.e. he's just a first term Senator, unlike his former arch-rival now turned ally, Hillary Clinton who is a veteran who's been around the political scene for at least fifteen years! Wao, ain't this guy one big time record breaker. Now, you see why I love him and I'll bet you do too. I could imagine the two of 'em, Obama and Clinton pairing up for the race. I bet they'd sweep the whole of the U.S and give us the first ever black American president. But still, i've got a major fear. Wanna know? Remember Lincoln? Remember Kennedy? America is one crazy country, you know. Well, I ain't gonna say more. Now, why am I talking about stuff you probably already know about. Got news for you - Bad news! I lost my mobile phone on Thursday and I'm still yet to get over the shock. Anyway, I retrieved my number but I wish I could retrieve all my contacts and messages. Hmmm, the pitiable Nigerian factor. Anyway, I'd welcome donations from you kind-hearted folks out there. Tell you sincerely, that phone cost me a fortune. What else is new? Yeah, sports! EURO 2008 finals. Germany vs Spain. Who're you with? I'm with Spain, people! I owe it to my homeboy, Cesc Fabregas (ain't that Arsenal guy one wonderkid?) and infact I'm betting on it. I hope I win the bet so i could get my phone back. hahaha. So long folks. You enjoy the rest of the weekend. Talk to you later!

GEEBEE.

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Demo-crazy? A crazy demonstration or a demonstration of craziness?

"Demo-crazy." A new word? Sounds familiar? Spelling error? A joke? Whatever you think, that's what I've spelt and you bet I know what I'm talking about. Imagine seeing the word for the first time, I bet any normal human being will assume it's just a unification of the terms 'demonstration' (demo) and crazy, thus implying a demonstration of 'craziness' or a crazy demonstration as you might want to also put it. Again, I'm forced to go down memory lane to the words of one of the greatest Afrobeat kings ever to come out of this part of the world - Fela Anikulapo-Kuti. Funny enough, he coined the word you see up there. Yes I'm a 100 percent sure. Anyone who dares lay claim to coining that word should stand out and watch someone slize his tongue off. Yeah, the afrobeat legend used that word in one of his evergreen songs when he talked about the kind of democracy we operate here in Nigeria, and if you care to know, he did this song far back in the early 80s.
Why is this blogger doing all this? you might want to ask and I'll think you funny for daring to ask such a question, especially if you are a Nigerian. Check your calendar. Today is 29th of May, the so-called democracy day. Infact, everyone's sitting back at home here in Nigeria tday celebrating what we call 'democracy' but let's look at this properly. Is what is in operation here really democracy? 'Democracy' according to Abraham Lincoln is a government for the people, by the people and for the people but what's happening over here? Do you think Fela was right just back then? I think he was right then and today he can still be proven right. What we have here ain't no democracy. It's just a demonstration of craziness. Everybody's crazy. . . both the leaders and the followers. Ma'er of fact, I think we're all crazy over here to be celebrating at this time when things are going crazier by the day. Now, don't you think you're crazy as well?

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Just a thought . . .

Hmm, i guess i just feel a little bored at the moment and so I'm thinking a couple of stuff and asking myself a million and one stupid questions. First question: Why do people die? Stupid question it seems but really, have you ever thought up an answer to that one? Is your concorted answer logical? Do you wonder if your answer is truly correct? If you find yourself in these situations, then you probably need to think up a lot more possible answers. Now, that's just one question. I've got a million more, (afterall, I had a million and one questions and one's out now.) Boy, did I hear you say it's gonna be a long ride? Yeah, you can bet ur ass. Be my guest! Welcome to my blog. Just an introduction . . .

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