A BIT OF US

I was at the airport the other day and saw some white men with  their bags walking towards the terminal for their announced flight. What I saw in their bags are bits of our integrity and the bond that glued us to our culture as a united people. That was when I came up with this...

Our hearts beat from different worlds

Far enough to silent spoken words 

We scream out loud with drawn swords 

Communication is tampered with even when we ain't dump.

We look different unlike innocence 

We bought anger and sold out our conscience

One people, one nation- a truth which only exists on our lips

But we are ready to strike when others fall asleep. 

We are sixty

A time that exposes the duration of our foolishness 

But we are the smartest people in the world.

Well, that's another self deceit. 

I'm tired of praying for change

When it will never affect my minimum wage. 

Since the young never get old even at age seventy five, 

Then the young shall never grow.

DO NOT THINK THAT I HAVE SENSE...

DO NOT THINK THAT I HAVE SENSE, I'm just a fellow who thinks a lot.

I wrote in one of my unpublished spoken word pieces, "if I found a lady half my mum's characteristics, then I've found a wife..."

I know I've heard my friends say this and I believed it not because they said it but because I'm an experienced man myself, "All ladies are the same."

This is vast. I mean extremely vast. It springs up worldwide debate with both genders having a bite of victimization, but the female gender is accused for it all especially in Africa.

Most guys crave ladies with the exact touch of their mothers' character and attitude, but not all desire to be like their fathers, the men loved by these mothers. Not all desire to hold on to Africanism, become men their women would want to honour and adore. Not even all will act a better father's role than their fathers, but they desire the same treatment given to a real father and husband.

I'm no supporter of gender equality because every gender has a role to play for the development and sustainability of life. We are all wired differently, intentionally, to call a spade a spade.

A woman cannot be a man. But I am terribly against domestic violence, brutality, and control.

#IamPensWorld

©2021

A FEEL OF NATURE

A FEEL OF NATURE

The clock ticks 

The days are cold

I feel the smell of the earth

As the tears of heaven graze her.

A soft whisper that I need a companion

For it is not good I be alone

A silent wish that the world was mine

I would have made you the DIAMOND I mined.

The wealth of my father,

Which certainly will make me declare, "The Lord is Good."😊😊

©PensWorld (Your favorite Poet) 2021

ATTEND TO MY WORDS...

One of my big Bros in church once joked about me using my "my dad told me..." "my mum told me..." in some of my spoken word pieces.

The replay of his words later that day pulled smiles out of my face, and it always does whenever I remember them. 

Let me tell you guys why I always use the words from my parents...

Proverbs 4:20 says... "My son, attend to my words..." 

To begin with, my parents are my first teachers, pastors, name them, they are my first everything good after I was born. 

My parents are two very different beings who found a common ground to deep root their feet.

My dad is a strong man, very analytical, detailed and picky, loves following procedures in doing thing. He is decisive and a great thinker.

My mum on the other hand is soft, prefers to take the heat for your sake, a praying machine, she does things how she dims right, she can sacrifice and love. Etc. 

Funny enough, all these qualities and more I took after them. Some in bigger shades, while some in smaller shades. These are unconscious ways they communicate to me; and action they say speaks louder than words. 

Over the years, I took it as a project to get enough wisdom from my dad, learn tradition and culture of our Igboland from him since I wasn't born in the east, and see Christianity from his own point of view as a way of life and not some religious practice. 

And from my mum, learn to forgive and let go, pray- with the knowledge that this world is a war zone, she taught me how to give and sacrifice, how to be strong and smile when the tides are down, and above all, how to love unconditionally. 

Together, they've taught me how to communicate because I can have a very long gist with either of them any day and time. 

These and more are the reasons why I always make references to them or quote their words. They are great couples indeed. My one prayer to God for them is longevity of life. And to bless me and my siblings the more to spoil them.

PROTECT YOUR CHILD FROM SEXUAL ABUSE

It was my visit to bro Omikunle's house that broke my virginity. What's wrong to visit him to perfect scoring a song for choir ministration on Sunday. He was a very talented keyboardist...

I was almost like an errand girl to brother Ade, who used to leave me with tips after major errands ran. I could still remember that painful pierce that poked me so badly that I lost my voice to scream for help. He held me so close and closed my mouth with his large palm.  I was but 15...

I was barely 10 when Aunty Nkechi introduced me to pornography. She always called me, "my husband". My parent liked her for her little gifts to me especially when she came back from major travels and when I performed so well at school. I still remember how deep she moaned as I innocently obeyed to lick her up on my 10th birthday after she took me out...

Mrs Ozoemena was an highly rich Deaconess in our church. Her happiness when I told her about my admission made me even happier. She finally said I was now a big boy that I should come to the house for extra food stuff and cash a day she fixed by herself. She already packaged the food stuff and provisions and also kept some money on the table which I knew at first glanced would be way more than what my parents would give to me. An option she placed before me to claim the tempting packages was to have sex with her. I was confused and shocked at the same. Before I knew it, she dropped her piece of cloth that covered her nakedness, and that's how she made me a gigolo.

Child Sexual Abuse is real and still happens. Protect your kids and loved ones!!!

Your Carriage Makes You Attractive.

Have you ever wondered why beauty pageants train to carry themselves the way they do? That is because, aside from looking beautiful, onlookers interpret more about them by observing their nonverbal communication abilities.

It's not enough that you have the looks, how you carry yourself speaks volume about you.

Imagine going to make a presentation and you keep biting off the nails on your fingers. You are simply telling them without saying a word that you're not prepared to meet them.

Confidence comes from deep within.

You portray strong confidence in your appearance through your nonverbal communication. This includes eye contact, posture and body movements.

That Designer Shoes, Bags , Shirt and Pants,Dress  or Nice Haircut will definitely make you look fabulous but how about after you take them off?

Will you still feel great about yourself?

An outfit can only boost your confidence when you master how to carry your self.

People don't just pick up your personality by your outfit alone but your Carriage as well. Most times, they're not looking at your outfit but at you.

When you wear your confidence, you walk with your head up and people perceive you that way. It shows without you uttering a word.

When you're confident,it shows in your dressing, intonation and movement. And because of that people wants to association with you. They want you to handle important events in their lives knowing fully, that you  are capable of producing good results.

I encourage you today to carry yourself with confidence at all times. Let it show in all you do.

Above all, use the "I can affirmative often and mean it. Show up and deliver. Carry yourself like you matter and people will see you same way 👍

Your Carriage makes you attractive. Let it come from internal first, before external.👍

Written by NINA.

Your Image, my uttermost concern.

 

 

 

JUDGE ME NOT

JUDGE ME NOT... 

Judge me not for the mainstream smoke I puff

Each is a bit of worry off my system. 

I will be fine.

Worry not for me either,

We all should cry our own cry. 

Give me Liquor 

To at least make me smile like a South African Dancer just after independence 

Even if I would be enslaved a second later, 

Let it be in my letter 

That a droplet of rain descended during famine. 

Offer me sex to wet my boiling mind

I'm not one of a kind, 

I'm just like you as blind

There is time for everything 

Even the Merry Men don't have enough time to merry

Responsibility differentiate men from boys. 

If you can't bear me steal, 

Let me into the Nigerian Government.

Devils don't come in horns these days but in suits

So it won't be said of me that I stole but loot.

An official way to make the ugly look good. 

And even the judges will declare me, Successful. 

DON'T JUDGE ME, FOR WE ALL SIN IN BITS!!! 

#IamPensWorld

STOP COVETING! You are more than enough.

How does Society  make us dissatisfied? By constantly convincing us that we need more.  God commanded not to covet. E get why.

I have never stopped hearing humans say things like

If only I had that opportunity.

If only I'm alittle bit taller.

If only I was born rich.

If only I could speak like that

If only I can earn such respect.

If only I have that killer body.

And the list goes on and on.

When will you stop? Aren't you tired? Stop it already!

All these things you keep wishing you had wouldn't make you any better than you already are. Many times we focus more on the small dots of ink on our white sheet and forget all the good in us. We focus on all the "if onlys" and get frustrated over our imperfections, our tiny faults.

The thing stopping you from achieving, growing and becoming all that God wants you to be is not what you don't have but all you have but simply refused to see because you are still looking.

You're wonderfully and fearfully made by the great designer. He has given you everything you need for life. He wasn't having a bad day when He created you. 

You're ENOUGH! 

You have all it takes to be the best you can ever be.

All that you are and will ever be has been imparted already. Find and harness it. 

The awakening will only come when you start acknowledging all the abundance of good in you. Acknowledging the fact that this YOUniquely you is enough is the beginning of you achieving great feats. It's the beginning of you

breaking those limits you set for youself.

Today,I want you to stop looking for those things you don't have and start searching for all that you have and start acknowledging them. Focus all your energy in discovering them and you will realise that you aren't small. 

By doing so,the realisation of all you can achieve with what you already have, will shock you. 

You are amazing and you're YouniquelyYou.

Written by NINA

COULD IT BE RAPE???

COULD IT BE RAPE??? 

I didn't want to say anything but just go with the flow of SAY NO TO RAPE.

I hate the idea of rape to start with except when I watch a cock chase after a hen. 

The concept is bad, 

The idea is detrimental, 

The feeling is second to none close to death if not more. 

RAPE IS BAD

RAPE IS EVIL

I wasn't there when Uwa faced and succumbed to death,

I wasn't there neither to give an affirmative speech to what really happened,

But I believe there are more that meet the eyes that what the media wants us to see. 

It's more political and spiritual than we think.

The concept I think wasn't for her to be raped, it was to kill her. 

Now I ask, why was rape used? 

So that we will be so focused to fight for justice and be blindfolded and distracted not to see the behind the scene.

It pains me that a life was lost. RIP UWA. 

I only got to know you now that you are gone, but no doubt, you were beautiful. The world will miss you.

NOWHERE IS SAFE ANYMORE! When rape is the order of the day, to become a girl child will almost become a taboo.

NOWHERE IS SAFE ANYMORE!

I still can’t bring myself to write on this without getting emotional .

We need to understand that the  inhuman act of RAPE OR SEXUAL MOLESTATION is one of the most  gruesome and traumatizing experience anyone  can go through. 

I wonder how those who perpetrate this evil sleep at night. 

I wonder how they live FINE and UNBOTHERED.

WHERE IS YOUR CONSCIENCE?

80% of women across the world have  either been  raped or sexually molested.

Our men are not left out too . 50% of our men were molested as boys  or experiencing it as men.

In some  cases, people who molest others were also victims of such demonic practice and it is cringing how they grow to pass it on others to inflict same pain , addiction and trauma they went through.

It is stomach - churning and obnoxious.

IT IS VERY PREPOSTEROUS.

You may not fully understand how it feels if you have not been a victim. It is horripilatating.

I write from an emotional state because I HAVE BEEN THERE. 

I WAS ALSO A VICTIM.

Dear parents, pastors, teachers, imams, doctors, infact everyone, 

WE HAVE MORE WORK TO DO!

WE NEED TO PROTECT THE NEXT GENERATION!

We need to teach our children and open their understanding to the effect of this evil. I feel we are not talking about it enough. We are not teaching our young ones enough.

NO WHERE IS SAFE ANYMORE. NO WHERE!😢

It’s even a struggle to trust anyone around our children anymore because in today’s world,

👉Husbands rape their wives

👉Fathers rape and molest their children 

👉Mothers molest their children 

👉Siblings sleep with each other

👉Older Relatives molest their younger ones and turn them to their object of sexual gratification.

👉Family friends do more harm than good

👉Spiritual leaders molest and sleep with their disciples

👉Leaders molest and even threaten their followers.

👉Teachers sleep with their students.

👉Lovers rape their special one and resort to it for revenge when they are hurt.

RAPE HAS BECOME AN ELEMENT OF REVENGE AND RIVALRY.

THIS IS JUST SICKENING!

IT IS HEART BREAKING.

NO WHERE IS SAFE ANYMORE!

We need to be careful whom we trust and bring  around us and our children.

We need to be careful and vigilant whenever we are alone.

We need to watch our children’s associations and behaviors

We need to pay attention to what they read, watch and listen to.

We need to make them feel relaxed to confide in us. 

Please let’s Be friends with our children. 

Stop shouting and nagging always. It scares them away. 

Let us Be more involved  in their life’s happenings.

Take time to sit and interact with our kids.

We need to protect ourselves and our world.

We need to raise our sons more ideally incorporating in them the virtue of moral uprightness.

We need to teach our sons to respect a woman’s opinion, body and decisions.

NO MEANS NO!

SILENCE IS NO CONSENT!

FLIRTING IS NO CONSENT!

PROMISCUITY IS NO CONSENT!

Like how do these rapists even get an erection amidst tears and the innocence of their victims.

THAT IS CROUCHING!

Our children need to understand that touching an opposite sex improperly is known as MOLESTATION and it’s purnishable.

It’s crazy that the people who mete out this evil against another are trusted close friends, family members and supposed models.

NO WHERE IS SAFE ANYMORE!

SAY NO TO RAPE!

SAY NO TO SEXUAL MOLESTATION!

SAY NO TO SEXUAL ABUSE!

#DinmaTheGifted

THE POWER OF CHEWING YOUR WORDS- Read How Ma Stella best describes vengeful reactions.

Have you ever been bewildered when a friend, boss in the office, parent, spouse, colleague or sibling said something really upsetting, unkind, cruel and hurtful? Or did you get an attitude from someone, even when there was no underlying problem between you and the person? 

Did you roll your eyes and wonder.😊😊😊 Dahh! Where on earth did that come from? Or did you say, wetin dey pepper this person for body sef? Hahaha! 

Anyway, truth be told, it is mostly damaged, sad, heartbroken and hurting people that stop at nothing to offend and hurt others with their words and actions. The next occasion, someone says spiteful words to your face, in the absence or presence of underlying disagreements, just understand that their words and actions have deep roots, emanating from a place of bitterness, pain, anger and frustration. They do it on purpose, to feel good about themselves and ignorantly or unconsciously, sometimes.

Consequently, its often a natural response for us to match spiteful words for same, hurtful words for hurtful words and action for action. It is absolutely natural to feel wounded and vengeful or strike back like a wounded lion, get caught up in the reactions and even go overboard in response to people's action.  

On the other hand, as a rule of thumb, among other things to do, you can choose your words carefully, by pausing before you speak. My mother calls it THE POWER OF CHEWING YOUR WORDS

. It’s been saving life since nineteen gbegede😁😁😁😁😊😊😊. Whoever guards his mouth preserves his life. This way, you remain a champion and conquer the power of self by placing value on them and telling them who is more mature.  

Remember the saying, in the garden of your life, you have to pull some weeds, sure, but mainly focus on planting flowers.

Truely yours!

MARRIAGE OR SEX 2- Ada is at the verge of making a grievous mistake.

"Why are you angry?" Kene asked immediately Ada came out of the bathroom.

"Nothing." Ada kept a straight face. She had concluded while in the bathroom that she wasn't going to complain about Kene's quick ejaculation again. So many things were running through her mind as she was feeling horny badly, but she managed to take her bath though she spent more time in between her legs. 

She was good and felt relieved, any temptation from Kene wouldn't be good for her. She prayed  he wouldn't want another round. 

Kene knew that Ada loved sleeping naked, but he was surprised when how she girded up for bed. 

"I don't want to oversleep, in this, I'm sure I won't." Ada replied almost immediately like she was expecting the question when Kene inquired to clear his doubt. 

Kene knew that Ada always went to restock her boutique or their kitchen most thursdays, so love making was always less on Wednesday night or early hours on Thursdays. But that day was different. Only Ada knew it was one of her free Thursdays to sleep and catch some rest. She didn't tell Kene, who could take advantage to want more sex. 

The next day, Ada was obviously transferring aggression on her sales girl in her boutique. She shouted at every slightest thing or mistake that it drew attentions of her neighbors. Her closest friend in the plaza, Bola, was one of them. Later in the afternoon before her customers of manicure and pedicure started trooping into her shop, she went to see Ada in her shop. 

"You've not been too happy these days. Are you having issues at home?" Bola looked straight into Ada's eyes.

"It would have been better if I enjoy good sex." Ada folded the sides of her mouth feeling pity for herself. 

Bola chuckled. She met Ada's gaze which was filled with so many questions. 

"Welcome to the league, Ada!" This time, Bola laughed out loud. "You see..." she continued. "... From research, it has been proven that men take in a lot of nonsense into their body as food which are toxins. They affect so many things, most of which concerns us as their wives, is their performance in bed. It's frustrating I swear, Ada."

"So frustrating." Ada responded with a bitter tune. "How did you handle yours Bola?"

"Handle?" she giggled. "I provided myself with two options. I got myself didlo and later hot a younger boy whenever I need that manly touch."

Ada exclaimed. She vehemently kicked against cheating on her husband for any reason even if her husband loses his sex organ. 

"What about the didlo, Mrs Holiness?" 

Just then, one of Bola's salegirls interrupted them with a customer's call. They both knew Bola would get so busy till later at night. 

Ada knew how gullible she was and wouldn't want Bola to notice that was why she rebuked the suggestion of an affair outside her marriage, but deep down within her, she wanted it badly and it's going to be her little secret. She wished Kene was flexible enough to learn the contrivance is giving a woman satisfaction during sex. 

Ada met Desmond two weeks later...  TO BE CONTINUED... I wish she wouldn't do anything nasty. 

LOVE AND INTELLIGENCE... Read what this kid told me that melted my heart.

I taught a young chap, who could give God a prototype of humans to create with his drawing,  during my NYSC days.

In one of the tests I gave his class, I asked them to define love and intelligence, each definition had 15marks. I knew the both definitions are vast, it would be hard to cover their vastitude. 

When I got to this boy's script, he drew me. I laughed so loud that I attracted some attention. But I suddenly got emotional when I read his few remarks. 

"Sir, the way you treat me and my classmates is love, and how you teach us shows you are intelligent. So I have to draw you to define love and intelligence. Thank you and Allah bless you."

Who can guess his scores???😀😀😀

WORK SMARTER, NOT HARDER...Learn to use your brains too.

WORK SMARTER, NOT HARDER 

Dear ladies, 

Often times you begin to wonder why it seems to be that no matter how u try to keep your patent faithful, it doesn't seem to b productive...

Here is the answer!!!

"You have been working harder...not smarter"

When you don't work smart in ur relationships, ur efforts may actually make things worse.

"Prayers and fasting, been the best chef or giving the best sex styles doesn't totally guarantee that he will be..( it depends on how u understand this statement).

CHANGE YOUR STRATEGY : keep your man wanting more of you..

Always reserve your "Ace of spade as ur winning card"..Always guard ur queen( if you are a chess player)...

Often times, all the above mentioned don't really matter to us...

Smart men "like me" look out for your Charisma, great dress sense, adaptability to complex issues, critical thinkers and solutions providers...

I belive this is worth to ponder on..

Have a very productive Monday

#myrandomtots

David Nnaemezie Dhoziee

MARRIAGE OR SEX 1

"Pl ple ple please don't stop!" Ada stumbled over her words as she clung onto Kene with her legs wide open.

The expression on her face about twenty seconds later knocked off the satisfaction from Kene who just came and was breathing heavily with his mouth open and eyes trying to focus on a thing out of ecstasy. 

"This doesn't just feel good." Ada complained almost under her breath. 

She shut Kene up, who wanted to give reasons for ejaculating quicker than she bargained. Silence filled the atmosphere in his office as they both dressed up to leave.

Kene flung his eyes intermittently on her as he drove them back home. He knew and had always bragged about it that he married a very sexy and beautiful wife. Her legs, he always confessed to her, are his centre of attraction towards her especially when she wore slim fit skirt that would bring out her figures and then exposed her legs.

"Please don't start what you can't finish." Ada pulled herself away from his grip when he was all over her for sex the next day around 4am. 

Kene furrowed his eyes as he tried to digest Ada's words. "Is it what it is now?"

Ada said nothing as she turned to back him.

"Kene!..." She stressed and dragged his name as he tried to massage her right shoulder, that's her soft spot. "I don't want to have another quick sex that wsill lead me no way." She turned and faced him again. "It's not that I don't want to make love, but I fear to have a quick one. Kene, for crying out loud, I've not really reached orgasm since we got married two years ago. I'm dying. I miss good and long lasting sex." 

Kene suddenly lost interest in making love. As usual, Ada didn't mind to fulfil her marital obligation. But Kene got up from bed, took a pillow and went to the parlour. He collapsed into the three seater couch and tried to catch some sleep. 

Ada knew he was disappointed, but like her mother advised not to starve her husband with sex, she stood up and went to the parlour. She met Kene already sleeping. She took off her night gown and bent over him. They didn't spend more than three minutes after his first thrust. She rolled her eyes in disappointment, then picked her gown and walk straight into the bathroom... TO BE CONTINUED...

I AM PENSWORLD

My eyes were closed as I allowed the shower  run a little more before turning it off. I reached for my towel almost immediately to dry my face. 

My face in the mirror was the first thing I saw as I opened my eyes. I looked still into my eyes for about a minute. The pains and disappointments I'd managed as a growing young man came in flashes as I blinked my eyes faster than normal. Just then, trickled water from my hair got in my eyes. I dried the water and pressed the towel a little harder on my face.  A soft moan escaped my lung as I took a deep breath. 

I have risen like phoenix from ashes.

I have rejuvenated. 

I cried those days when I felt too weak to go on. 

I always smiled and laughed at every slightest word to shade my tears. 

I wished for better days.

One fact that consoled me the most all through those times was "everyone's gat a problem. Just as people hardly notice mine, I don't notice theirs too."

Look at me today, I AM PENSWORLD!

WHAT A MAN...

Feminist: what a man can do, a woman can do better. 

Plan of God: what a man cannot do, a woman can do. 

That's being a help meet. So why trying to do what men do as a woman, neglecting what you are meant to do. That's why the world generally now is in shambles. Only if women can take their place, then we shall see the beauty of life again.

THE REASON WHY I AM PROUD

"He is proud." I heard a guy spoke of me.

I smiled when I heard him say that.

Let me tell you a little about me. 

I was a little boy with loneliness as his companion. Inferiority complex took a major part of him, I hated myself and believed nothing good can ever come out of me.

During Children's Day Celebration in the church, I always hid and exempted myself from participating in anything. I was too conscious of making mistake. I tried a few times to take the bull by the horn, but always had a reason  not to have tried in the first place. I was mesmerized, beaten to the ground, helpless and forsaken.

I heard many people say I was the ugliest kid of my parent. They told the truth, maybe, maybe not. The mirror was an evidence. I never like what I saw- A very skinny image of a boy who almost died of a sickness. "Lepa" became his second name. His eyes bulged out like they would fall at any moment. People started calling him "oju-olomgbo" meaning cat eyes. He cried and questioned God for given him a different colour of eyeballs. His proprietress always told the other kids during assembly to call his legs "mosquito legs" after being punished with several whips of cane. One of his teeth protruded out of his gum, which made him look like a vampire. He was so fair in complexion that people called him "afin" some say "albino" some even say "ororo" people said the truth I concluded, I was the ugliest.

Whenever I performed poorly in my exam at school, I would be spoken to like it was all my fault. My parents and aunties would take every of my mistake to be a reason why I didn't do well. And when I requested for extra food during meals, even if I would later be given, I would hear the server which was always either one of my aunties or elder sisters say after sucking me dry with a look of rejection and irritation, "that's the only thing you are good at." Then a long hiss would follow.

Almost everybody had one ill thing to say about me. It gave me sleepless night, and finally made me shrink deep into my shell.

When I took the second position in Primary five, my joy was full. My dad would buy crate of mineral like he always did for my younger sister, who was in the same class with me. I got home and was the first to declare what position I took. I saw expressions that weren't really a smile on their faces, then "you tried" was all that was muttered. I was mad. I did it for them. In fact, I was living just to please people.

My elder brother told me the most demeaning words I have heard people say to me. During a youth convention in my church when I was eighteen, I wrote a spoken word to be said, though I was going to read it from the book. I opted into writing because that was the only remedy and companion which was always ready to let me wet it with my words filled with burdens. I gave the piece of writing to my elder brother who asked me what is the theme of the program when he read my topic. I told him. He asked what was mine, I told him. Then he finally said, "What is the correlation? If you don't have something to do on that day, come sit and watch people who have better things to do." He flung the sheet of paper back at me, who was sitting on the floor. Tears beclouded my eyes, I grabbed the dangling sheet of paper in the air and tore it into pieces. 

I hated myself for trying yet again. I hated writing, my companion. I slid into hell.

I dropped my pen for more than a year against my wish. Though I tried picking it up to write, but I dropped it again because I didn't want to go through the torment of abuses for lack of my competence. 

Goodly enough I got admission into the University and had a change of view of life. For the first time in my life apart from when I played football back then in my hood, I was celebrated for touching lives with my pen on paper. 

"You shouldn't have joined the bulletin group (writing group), you belong here." A senior friend told me in an all-night drama rehearsal. That statement birthed my love for acting. 

I'm so proud of so many things in my life, the greatest of them all is that I am a survivor. I've survived inferiority complex, fear, hatred, sickness, frustration, depression, and even death. Now, I'm no more afraid of giants because I'm now a professional giant killer. 

KNOW YOUR DRIVERs(a needful knowledge we often neglect)...

Read my story 👇👇👇

I boarded a taxi on my way back home few months back. Like where I always like sitting, I sat beside the driver so we can always discuss and laugh. I always love their tales, complaints or jokes, they are one truthful group of beings "when they want to be."

"This uncompleted building has been like this since eight years I last visited this place." I started to strike a chat.

"Ah! Nobody know wetin happen o my brother, maybe the person don die. You know all these big men, nobody know how them take get their money..." He talked on and on as he drove.

My usual self was giving him all the necessary gestures and exclamations to keep the gist afloat.

"Oga you sabi make person laugh no be small!" He complimented me amid his laughter.😂😂😂 I alighted from his bus laughing so hard.

I had boarded another bus that would take me to my bus-stop when I tried to listen to R'n'b songs with my Android phone. It was like a joke to me at first when I couldn't find my phone. It was the first time a phone addict like me would leave his companion somewhere. I searched around my seat to no avail.

"Why not call the number?" A guy seated next to me advised. I told him confidently that I don't forget my phone anywhere.

Everyone helped me to search every nook and cranny of the bus still to no avail, that was when I decided to call the number. The taxi man told me where to come meet him in two hours when I finally called. I took a breath of relief as I met the gaze of the guy, who advised me to call the number. He had this "I told you" look on his face.

"Thanks." I muttered with a mixed smile. I went on to thank everyone in the bus as I alighted from the bus a minutes later.

Exactly ten minute to the two hours the taxi man told me, I called him. He said he was there already, that he was even eating in one of the shops at that bus-stop.

I got to the bus-stop exactly ten minutes later. My number was switched off when tried it. My heart almost leaped into my stomach. I couldn't believe it. I tried the number several times to no avail. So many "whys" flooded my mind. Goose pimples immediately filled my body that I could feel the wetness of my boxers.

Nevertheless I tried so hard to maintain my composure as I dried my sweat almost every second. I was so confused with no option to pick from. I took a deep breath about fifteen minutes later to give it a try of walking around to know if I could see him. I concluded that I was going to ask around if I didn't see him, at least I could still describe him to as many food sellers as possible.

The third shop I checked had the man chatting and laughing with the food seller and other customers. The man was surprised when he saw me. He asked why I didn't call my number. I told him that I had tried several times but didn't know why it was switched off. One of the customers in the shop didn't believe I could recognise the driver just like that. Though I didn't see a big deal in that because I'm fond of knowing the driver of any bus I board, it dawned on me that I would have lost my phone if I wasn't able to recognise the driver.

I later discovered it was a SIM error that made my number not to be reachable, the phone was on and not switched off.

I closed my eyes as usual as the R'n'b songs in my playlist caressed my ear drums. Since that day, I started having a conscious knwloedge of any bus driver facially as well as his conductor if he has any.

OUR WIVES HAVE GONE CRAZY AGAIN

Men must be men!

Do not get me wrong, I'm no supporter of maltreatment or domestic violence. I love to love and love to be loved in return. That's what makes me at least a living thing to start with.

I once got into a chat with a lady, who bitterly talked about how maltreated woman are subjected in a relationship whether married or dating. She supported, without remorse, how Wives murder their husband in cold blood. The lines of bitterness constructed maps besides her eyes. "I prefer the jail sentence than become a victim to domestic violence."

I made a little research about wild animals the night after she let he venom out of her mouth. Animals become wild when there is a threat to their lives. Everyone or thing becomes a suspect automatically. The same goes for these dogs. They become friendly when you don't pose any threat to them.

Most times I don't just blame people for what they do, I apportion the blame on what makes them do what they do.

If our wives go crazy, we will lose our husbands.