Saturday, February 6, 2010

Hair-cut (HeadAche)

I just have to thank God for this headache banging my head right now, it’s pretty much something I saw coming, I felt it even before the clipper started munching my hair, but still I am grateful; I thank Babaloke for the opportunity to hack down this hair again… it won’t be long before it gets long and interesting again.. yeah my hair grows fast and long.


I am also grateful for the way things dey go around me, my truck, school… everything!


I guess mine is a case of banana-eating-monkey, the other way round situation. I know a thousand people that will develop a migraine or headache if they don’t visit a barber in two weeks, but mine is a different ball game entirely. A visit to the barbers shop and a cold bath, and my head is here on my neck screaming for aspirin or some more potent pain killer, my body not liking the emptiness and the cringing hairless feeling.


I wonder why I went for the clean near-skin cut, I know it’s not because I got tired of my Afro… the afro is something I love and the look it gives me keeps me handsome and satisfied, I could have just brought it down a little and avoid this ground breaking headache, still can’t lay my hands on the real reason I went for the kill, now am paying for it. Trying to figure out the real reason, definitely it is not because my hair got half burnt (real flames no burns), or because I want to make den haters smile… now I hate the guilt I make them feel right now, and definitely not the smiles of friends that think I look beautiful on the low-cut, I mean without my afro. I don’t want to look beautiful, not for anybody, I just wanna be handsome and avoid the cat-calls have been getting all morning with my haircut.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Back to Basics

Just writing with some gangsta luv..lol


I've been online for a while now, trying to deal with a lot of things happening around me....processing, digesting and outputting... I bet it's a real big world out here, although everything looks a little bit smaller on my monitor and I just can't imagine how close everything that happens here gets.


Blogging for me hasn't been blogging in the real sense of it; it's been more of a personal thing rather than sharing as the thing dey go in the real world of blogging that I have been experiencing on right, left and center. I feel the need for my blogging experience to be a little bit about sharing, I guess that gives me more to write and even more to share... which brings me to what I am about to share... it's about the streets and the laws that governs it. The game hasn't changed much since I’ve been around, and it's been pretty much the same since I left out, but now is the right time for me to get back my street rep... and valuation, too many new kids on the block and they really need to know...


It's pretty much not a gangsta thing, it more about identifying with the people in my hood, the men on the streets, the brothers in the background that pretty much watch things happen while I make things happen. They are sure dangerous but not without responsibility, they are quite not the normal people you deal with daily, but they are pretty much a part of the ecosystem, and a very important part of it being that they provide unskilled and semi-skilled labour, provide potential protection and although they exhibit danger on their own, they pretty much keep danger of the line of everyday living. They are brotherly but not the kinda brothers you personalize, friendly but never with a smile and they come in handy pretty much in times of need.


I lost touch with this brothers pretty much while i was away learning more about the way things her (status quo) so that I won’t end up being a slave or a part of it. I lost much or my relationship with the streets and the oils in its wheels while away in pursuit of academic excellence, all in the process of becoming better than the best. While i was away, the rules remained pretty much the same but rulers changed, power changed hands and the new leadership is made up pretty much of the young guns who were still learning the ways of the streets, and still quite irrelevant while I was around back then, but now, they grown up, learned new skills and outgunned their ex's and are now at the helms of affairs. Not that the leaders of then are down and out, they are still their in the background, they influence the streets but they pretty much watch things happen. They are there and they are still my connect... my skills and experience will help pretty much in bridging the gap.


You can't be as rich and famous as I am and walk pretty much in the shadows, I am more like a burning lamp, my place is not underneath, I am high above and I can’t go around without knowing and living with the streets. They can't survive without me, knowing them now is like giving the streets honour and value, with real love

Monday, February 1, 2010

A NAUSS Thing!

An Ode To MY Friends

A pal once said in sarcasm…
"Show me your friends"
And I said
"What if I tell you about me?
Will I be bias?
Would it be me bragging about who I am not?
I don't want to think about it"
Then I told him a story
A visiting friend of mine
Told me after a week on departure...
"Trips are long, lagging and tiresome
The roads are bad, dangerous and my broken teeth says it all
But destinations like you make it worthwhile
Had I not a mother "Iya Toyin"
Your mum, our mum, "Iya Shade" it must be her
Friends are hard to come by
I am not in dearth, I have you
Say the world is flat, I will believe you
You are a mat worth lying on...
If this is me; who are my friends?
A dedication to NAUSS
a rendition from a friend to friends like...

Abiodun Ogunnibe
Adedayo Adeyomoye
Adegunle Samsom
Ademola Adesina
Adesanya Adewale (Fx)
Babatunde Olawale (BOY)
Bankole Bukola
Opeyemi Benjamin
Ogunlowo Busayo
Echerobia Gwill
Ogundana Stanley
Medal Amed Azeez
Meme Paul
Mek's D Prince
Shogade Adewale
Shope Oyeyemi
Babajide Ajayi
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Olusola Runsewe
Oluwatosin Olonimoyo (RIP)
Deborah Shobowale
Biodun Busola Rachael
Bimpe Titi Foluke
Hajia Fatima et al...
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Tosin Omonaija Soyege
Adunni Amu
Lara Oladipo
GNG
and more friends than i can ever remember

And to the patrons of good deeds Oribi Charles
The son of my mother "Iya Shade" Ayodeji Lawrence Lajubutu
That sexy boy from across the river Ubong Nkana
And you!

Abidemi Babaolowo Oderinlo
#IWriteWhatILike

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Rebranding Naija

Is it more to say the brand we seek is not that which we exhibit as individuals and as a nation? This may be an assumed statement, but it’s been more right than wrong. Defining the stuff we are made of actually gives us a brand? My wonderful friend and brother the Independent one gave a most detailed explanation of what a brand is since I heard the word of the first time, I couldn’t agree more because the details are there, all in white and black. I bet we’ve all heard the gospel of rebranding Nigeria over and over again on different media from that lady that traded dignity for a shinier crown, selling her soul on the line of duty and still feigning sanity, steadfastness and good radiance all along the way.

We sure are peaceful but far from united; I stand to say Lagos is the only part of Naija where unity is a verb and not a noun. Yes we are a good people and a great nation, we need not be told or scream it out to anyone, all we need to do is show the world we are. Rebranding Nigeria that is as simple as placing a bomb in your underpants became a national project that has gulped billions of naira, and we are still spending more.


Need I say more; that actions speak louder than words? Need I say it again, maybe in French “l’action parle plus forte que des mot”. The act of genius of one man and his forever hidden allies gave Nigeria a new brand name overnight “Terrorists”, a task that is taking a whole council of elders, ministries and a nation as a whole to achieve with months of campaign and lame blame games. The leadership are obviously not making the branding exercise much easier, brandishing the northern agenda in the face of emptiness in the sit of power, afraid to concede power duly, knowing who they are and showing they’ve never had anything good to offer and terrorizing the nation from deep within it walls in the process. They stab their own rebranding cry in the heart, right there in the presence of the world with their actions and reactions, and still they play a different tune, a different song thinking the world would listen and believe their lies… they profess they’ve turned a new leaf but all we see is still the same old skin inside and outside. The voice of Jacob but still the skin of Esau, what they preach is “do what I say” but the real world in reality sees interprets and say what they do in their plain insanity.

Obviously, Umar Mutallab acted from precedence, he’s seen is father and mentors murder thousands at once with their actions and inaction, he has seen hundreds of lives butchered just to see him smile and comfortable, he’s seen enough on the altar of religion and politics, so he felt it was natural to blow it up and probably get more than a virgin in the end in Hades, his case personally is that of total confusion and probably a mental condition that needs attention, thank God he survived his suicide attempt. Small wonder he pleaded not guilty, citing lack of parental care but not bothering about the ill wealth and blood money that gave him the freedom to roam and plan to wreck more evil, the little he was able to learn is how not to value life just for his own pleasure. The brand they teach, brand we detest, he was more of confusion that sanity, no sane young Nigerian of his age that I know will gladly blow of His balls on the altar of anything.

Sure we want a full rebranding; low and behold we got it in Mutallab explosively, we wanted to look sane in the eyes of the world and still we confirm our unrefined insanity with illicit, unimaginable acts at all level of leadership and followership. The federal characters hides our president and still they refuse to concede power to whom it is due, they muddle things up with different interpretations of the constitution, making everything look incorrigible and worn, more deception, more digression but in the face of all of this I say change is still inevitable. Nigeria can be changed, yes things are changing at diverse echelon of the society, the Nigerian brand we carry now can be changed and the green passport a 3D access to anywhere in the world and not a 3D scan criteria plus+ full body massage at various ports of the world.

Yesterday was the celebration of the birth of a great man Martin Luther King Jr., a man whose principles were inspired by another legend who branded and rebranded his world with not just his words, but his daily living, “be the change you want to see” was his watchword, and truly he was the change that changed the whole of India in his days with ripples still caressing the world he left behind till this day, Mahatma Gandhi, a brand a legacy. Luther King Jr. was a revolution without violence, with dreams that opened the heavens and the today, his legacies live on and his dreams are alive and kicking. We Felaberate in his memory, Fela Anikulapo Kuti, a rebel he was but the vision he saw and decried are the realities we live and face today in this country that as been tagged ominous to the rest of the world.

All it took to build our existing odious profile were many corrupt men, and all it took to give us a brand new brand was one man. What will it take to turn it round? It is not far fetched; our new brand lays latent in every Nigerian, whom it will take to redeem and renew us in the heart of the right thinking world is you alone, the recipe is in you, the ingredient is you and the master chef is your action which will bring back the good taste the tongues of the world can tell. It is your genius that the world awaits; it is your action that will change Nigeria forever and your reaction that will rebrand her in the hearts of men. There is more crime and abuse in South Africa, but the brand Mandela brings to heart forgiveness and renewal, for Ghana it was Jerry Rollins, and the country is still a work in progress even when he’s stepped aside from the scene, for India M. Gandhi, for the blacks in America Luther King Jr., for Nigeria Abidemi Oderinlo and for the world as a whole, it was the manger boy Jesus Christ who rebranded us with the father. Where do you stand, what would you do to keep our passport green and desirable because even if the colour changes and we don’t the world will notice.

I stand as an ambassador of the brand Nigeria, I am a problem solver, I be real Naija Boy. Even if Mutallab as rebranded us with more foul cries from the western world, lending a hand to save him will definitely show the lee way to saving our skin from the crawling nails of the real terrorist. I know the new brand begins with me, arise Nigerians, arise oh! Compatriots and be the change you want to see, Let's save the MUTALLAB, let's save Nigeria.