you make me feel paralysed
unlike all the other guys
I wont let you pass me by
wont let you go without a try
see, I caught your eyes
do you think I am fly?
We're probably meant to be
give it a try and you will see
everything that's happening
is meant to favor you and me
I see you looking
you know what you're doing
what you waiting for?
make me your paramour…
One word describes men who seldom need intros; this is the same for 'Baddo' ( need I say more?) who recently released this super album art for his soon to be released third album. Olamide turned it way up to Rome . Check the photoshoot video here
by Opeyemi Odeyale
They say I am mad
To have married an old man
They say it’s because of money
I decided to call him honey
Yes to hell with love
But it’s definitely not lust
He said I was beautiful
And I found him dutiful
Since he had all I wanted
I went ahead and heeded
He adores his new wife
Hell yeah she is his life
Now do not judge my course
It really aint my fault
For now he is dead
And to me goes all his wealth.
By Oladipupo Wole we all walk different paths we will eventually rest in different places our fire's differ as we never love equally some shall scheme and plot while others want only positives a seer only sees so far and a seeker knows no other way but forward who chronicles our past...... and the days that come after great things happen? a new child ignites joy while some are sad cos a loved one departs our beliefs are racing to influence us just like clocks do...... let our shadows pray for strength for our wholesomeness for another hour,day and month.
Photo Credit: http://www.wnyc.org
By Tolu Agboola
Rats in a cage
need a sage with the maze
to climb the stage
and tell those with the keys to the chains
to let us out of this jail
At 53, it should be all respect
but she’s still treated with contempt
from even her children to endless extent
since every sector in her context
has unreliable and unsatisfying content
What is to pride in ubiquity?
Or having kids on Forbes’ list?
Blessed with human & natural resources
the big ol’ thieves rob & escape with no justice
only to return again & again to rule the masses
A honest piece of mind
from one lost child who just likes to rhyme
to others divided across religious & ethnic lines
to unite and stand for what’s right
for now’s the best time
MLK had the influence and the affluence
more than enough excuses to be silent
facing threats of death(s) and arrest
but he also had the respect of millions
which made him speak ‘the dream’ like a lion
Men of God said we should turn to God The Judge
but they later mingle with, copy and endorse the unjust
MLK could have also quietly floated a mega church
a venture/bank/Uni or a ’Boko’ fronting with religion
instead he peacefully led the march upon seeing the big picture
*Photo from Google Image Search
Lagos State Energy Initiative has orgainsed a competition tagged Art of Energy Competition. The competition is for visual artisites to make a visual representation of conserving energy. As seen on their site,
Are you a student with a flair for art? Can you visualize a Lagos where energy is conserved and there’s more electricity all around? If the answer is yes, then our Art of Energy Conservation competition is for you. Remember that energy conservation is all about behavioral change. By conserving energy, we can save money on our electricity bills, spread the limited supply of electricity better and protect our environment. Translate this into visual form that is easily accessible and stand a chance to win our grand prize! Winners will be announced on October 7th.
Go to Lagos State Electricity Board website for more information on who and how to apply.
This ‘friend’ of a word has to have been overused and/or is starting to lose value or I just never understood the word. Everyone you meet now wants to be referred to as friend. Even that one that doesn’t know more than to vibrate (PING) your phone only when he/she is in need of something and that would be the last time you hear from such person till another need arises. You know those waiting for you to change your dp on messaging apps? Waiting for you to be the first to initiate conversation… Nah, those ain't friends, are they? How did we get to the point of calling those friends? Please tell me.
A person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard
I remember going to Ondo town some months ago. There was no power and I had to go buy fuel at the station nearby. While waiting to be attended to, this kid came to buy fuel too. He must have been between 9-11…smallish with the proper street boy look and gear. He saw another kid going down the road and immediately holla’d “Hey, you’re going down this way right? Let’s walk together”. He had the flat plate and 'iron-rod vehicle' kids roll around as their car which he gladly handed over to the other kid he called over. They bonded immediately. To gain company, he was ready to give up his ‘street vehicle’. The other kid was ready to wait till he got the fuel and they could both walk down home. They both had something to share. I don’t think I’ve seen anything better than that in my life. It was wonderful and organic.
The something to share (give and take) nature seems to strike me as what friendship is about. In other to accommodate the people you meet every day with nothing really to share, I think we need to approve of the words ‘Acquaintance’ without feeling bad. I mean if you are just going to sit down there pretty, waiting for one person to always reach out to you then you guys are probably mates/acquaintances. Nothing more.
A person known to one, but usually not a close friend
It’s quite clumsy for me to want to refer to my friends and start going – oh not you, you and you. It's especially awkward when you make a statement on social platforms talking to friends and all the 'I-won’t-initiate-conversation/Nothing-to-share friends' (really acquaintances), want to join in. Please fall back and accept your space/fate as acquaintance. What you won’t give, you want to get? (And you don’t see what’s wrong with the world?)
Let's know what you think
*Definitions from Dictionary.com
“So BRTs have a monitoring team?”
“Yes, They do. They monitor the activities of the buses and the drivers I think”.
“I think they ensure that they comply with the rules; take the prescribed routes, work the stated hours and see to the no standing, hawking, advertising and preaching rules of the buses”.
“Hmm, really? Some of them still don’t comply then, because I’ve entered so many where there were more standing then sitting and just recently I entered one where there was a Man of God preaching”.
“Well, that’s Nigeria for you. The BRTs are fast going the way of the Molue”
“I don’t see why they should outlaw preaching in BRTs though… that doesn’t seem right since it’s God that’s been talked about”.
“Hmm… really, I don’t see why not. It’s an inconvenience most times. It’s not fair to everyone involved. If Nigeria were to be an advanced-
“You’re a Muslim then?”
“No… at least in this matter. Let’s just stick to the discussion without bothering about my religious affiliation(s). Really, some of the things we let slip in this country only happen in this part of the divide because we are where we are. Preaching in buses etc., while not sinful isn’t legal or completely lawful in a civilized society. We have the Churches, Mosques, and recreational centres for such activities. I wake up most of the morning to the morning call of prayer in my neighbor-hood mosque and while I don’t hate God; most times, the noise is an inconvenience. A residential area should have a degree of peace I think at least at that time of the morning.”
“Hmmmmm….. I see”
Though she said she’d seen or saw, I sensed she didn’t really or perhaps it was something else she saw. Perhaps, now she saw me for what I really was; a God-hater, anti-social being, an agnostic, and the list goes on…
That conversation took place between yours truly and a female acquaintance. I say acquaintance because our romance was still in the seed stage and I say romance because I have poetic license (I kid myself). There was/is no romance whatsoever K. Anyway, it remains to be seen what move she makes next when we chat again.
I’ll make this piece brief because I really need to go sleep now before the Morning Prayer call sounds again very soon. One treasures what seconds of quiet one can get in these parts.
The whole essence of all this is just to point one focal point. As Christians and Muslims and whatever else we may be as a people, we are intolerant. Tolerant only of beliefs, activities, that falls in line with our own accepted idea(s) of ‘good’.
Indulge me please, not because you like me or what you’re reading but because you want to prove that you’re tolerant. Let’s play at conviviality and imagine you and me in a BRT and then suddenly midway to our destination, An Ifa priest stands up in full regalia at the regular office corner unconsciously allocated to preachers, hawkers et al in buses and begins to chant the eulogies of Eledumare Oba adake dajo, Oba mi… sorry, got carried away briefly there.
Now, in the spirit of toleration, let’s imagine half the bus joins in the chanting and you survive that incident because you’re tolerant. Let’s imagine this becomes a daily occurrence because you have no choice but to use the BRT every day. Every day, a different Priest… Would you still be tolerant or call for an encore of the Crusades/Jihads?
I’m not saying all these because I think I’m right or I have the answers or because I’m more tolerant than you or you. I’m only pushing for a constant re-evaluation of our minds, selves and beliefs. I believe as humans first; regardless of religious, tribal or any other affiliations we are all on the same quest for self-betterment. Here too, I might be wrong. Maybe my problem is in being too optimistic that I have become naïve.
The average Nigerian’s spiritual consciousness works on a bi-dimensional plane. You’re either a Christian or a Muslim and both don’t even have genuine respect for the other’s belief. It always amuses when I answer the “are you a Muslim/Christian” question and watch the recoil reaction in the questioneer’s face/expression when I fail to give the expected response. It hits home each time that toleration is still out of reach; Swimming in our sub-conscious like vapour, uncontainable.
Anyway, my thoughts; what are yours?
Continuing the #AlbumArtWeLove series, BurnaBoy's L.I. F. E is another dope album art. The background is layered with great music icons; Fela, King Sunny Ade, Bob Marley; still trying to figure out the fourth person. Do you know the fourth person?
"…except the Lord watch a house, its watchmen watch in vain."
Jesse Jagz's Jagz Nation Vol1: Thy Nation Come album cover has to be one of the best album art in town right now. Our favourite so far in this year.