A REASON TO LIVE

Lagos!, Lagos!, two more yansh or is it chance he said...lol, We entered the bus only to discover we were the second set of people, we were still left with 4 'yanshes'. After a while the driver decided to start the journey with the remaining four seats vacant. The journey from Umuahia, Abia State to Ife, Osun State no doubt was going to be a long one but my mom, my sisters and I couldn't all wait to get home.

In no time we were at the boundary of God's own state and Imo, then from Imo we were in Anambra. I almost burst with excitement when we crossed the Niger, then I dozed off as we went by Delta and Edo State.I was jolted back to life when we had to alight at ore, to board a bus to Ife. Afterlike two hours, we were like thirty minutes away from home . My mom in her usual da Vinci mode was drawing time table already for our chores when we get home.You will do this and you would do that. Suddenly, I heard a thud, I found myself in the booth of the vehicle, with my blood all over my palms I wriggled out tryin to figure out what happened.

It's eight years today since I had a ghastly motor accident on the Ondo-Ife Road, that claimed the lives of 5 people on the spot,I dunno about the others that were rushed to the hospital. My family and I escaped with bruises here and there whilst some skulls were smashed on the tarred road. After I came back to my senses the only thing I could think of was a song

"O mu mi wa laye, O seun o, //U kept me Alive, I thank you
O mu mi wa laye o seun", //U kept me Alive, I thank you
Opo lo fe di ojo oni to je wipe //So many wished they could make it
Ohun t'aye sope ko toun kan lo mu wan lo" //but What ppl considered as trivial was what took their life

Life is such a cruel teacher, I could have learnt all those lessons in a class but I was given a first hand class in REALITY 101. How did I survive the accident?, I dont know, Why am i not the one lying lifeless on the road, am still flabberwhelmed.Why did accident happen when we were less than thirty minutes to the end of the journey after travelling for close to six hours!. The Irony of every thing was that I was stuck in the booth I found myself for quite a while, if any other vehicle was coming from the back, I was most definitely going to be a dead meat. Am still amazed the reason why no other vehicle came along the busy road whilst I was struggling to get out of the booth.


It was not up to 2 mins after the accident that rain started, as if the heavens were crying with me for joy for God giving me another chance or they were mourning the demise of five people am not sure. But solace came as the next vehicle that came by was a road safety truck, the badly injured were rushed back to ondo. My Mom, my three sisters and I were all in the bus but somehow the angel of death refused to take us coz d Lord chose to keep us. But why did a road safety vehicle surface at Ijebu Igbo(dt's the village closest to the scene), till today I dont still have a clue.

I am eternally grateful to the almighty, i dont know how to stop thanking him for sparing my Life on the 20th of April, 2002. That was one of my close brushes with death but that was the only one with a constant reminder that I am a CHOSEN. I have a bad black scar on my right palm that always jog my memory back to the fact that I am alive for a reason.

That 'small' incident gave me a reason to live, a reason to appreciate one minute, a reason to be constantly prepared for the worst, a reason to Love, a reason to be me. For those who know me well, it's common thing for them to tell me am not serious coz I learnt the hard way not to take life too seriously. Though I still travel at night and still take some risky risks the scar always remind me I have to fulfil my purpose here on earth before I go back to the great beyond and that no weapon fashioned against me will ever prosper. That's my LIFE...i LIVE IT FOR EVERYBODY (LIFE)

I dont have any idea why I wrote this o, or why it is here on the internet but what I do know is that it is teaching someone the lesson I learnt the hard way.
P.S. I have to do the work of He who sent me while it's day coz the night cometh when no man can work

JUNGLE JUSTICE

With flames rising to the sky one would have thought the biblical Abel was giving another Burnt offering in which the Lord was well pleased but alas it was a gory scene at the pako bus stop in Isolo, where a young man met his untimely death in the hands of angry Lagosians who turned him to a noxious chunk of suya.

This is the story has gathered by so many people, this is the closest I could get to the truth as there are so many versions of the story now.

That fateful morning on the 24th of Mar,2010 the young man while seating comfortably on his Bike 'jacked' a woman's handbag, the woman who was not ready to part with her bag easily,put up a protest. So it led to a scuffle between the two of them, the young man allegedly assaulted the woman and finally made away with the bag or maybe not because immediately he collected the bag the woman borrowed sound sultan's Line in his song "E ba mi Kigbe ole'.

Shouts of Ole!, thief!, Ole, thief! rented the air, the confused young man tried escaping with the loot and decided to dive in to a stream nearby, only to discover that, that wont stop his assailants who in no time had him in their grasp, battering him as they dragged him out of the stream. Quickly a 'mobile court' was assembled with the jury comprising of everybody present. Take him to the police, someone suggested, Police ko, Police ni. Light the morrafuka men...yeah nice idea torch the fool...You dont have to kill him now, someone countered...We would burn him ni said someone who appeared to be the presiding judge, This would serve as a lesson to others like him. I taught I heard "I RISE...COURT",no I didnt but judgement had been passed.

In no time, used vehicle tires flew in from all direction and with some generous donations of fuel, the young man was in flames. I think it was then they decided to check the contents of the bag to discover it had (So many figures here, am nt sure of how much), =N=1,200 or =N=4,000 etc, a bible and her mobile phone. That was all!...the angry faces suddenly turned into that of sympathy but the 'mobile court' still maintained their stand "He deserved it ", "I am sure this is not his first time", another person added.

Then something interesting happened, someone pushed through the crowd and tried removing a ring from the burning man's hands. The man was apprehended and mercifully handed over to the police, obviously he was the burning man's partner. Then I began to wonder if this was Nemesis in action or as Yorubas would say "ASASI"(dem follow am), he already escaped but he was unrepetant , he still wanted to continue in jacking bags and needed the "ring" probably a juju ring to continue their daily business, can u imagine the love of money and the avarice for wealth.Now that's the folly i dont understand and probably a quick rebuttal of the mobile court's presiding judge's view that it would teach 'his likes' a lesson, THEY DONT WANT TO LEARN

O.K., that's d end of the story oh sorry dt scene caused mad traffic that day along the Ikotun-ISOLO road. I hope you enjoyed the story. Now in my own opinion, Why would someone just decide to burn another person("jungle justice"), can you imagine?...I believe anybody capable of doing such an atrocious act could as well be the thief or worst still an armed robber. Why dont we trust our judicial system?...All the religions we practice dont even support jungle justice..."Thou shall not judge". Even the traditional religion believe they should take the suspect to a higher authority and give the convict a little chance to plea his course.


Well Another twist is that he died coz of =N=4,000(d highest of all d figures), can you imagine?, a sum of money he can make by begging on the streets of lagos or findin a job how menial it could be. IT'S A PITY. But the irony of everything is people who steal larger sums are either free or serving a punishment incomparable to this young man's own. Tafa Balogun was given less than 2yrs of jail term, TY Danjuma after confessing his sins was still made chairman of one advisory committee to the acting president, Diepreye Alameiseigha is still a don in Bayelsa, James Ibori was still honored sometimes ago as a free man, Bode George is the sheriff in Kiri Kiri with VVVVVVIP treatment, Erastus Akingbola is at large, there are just too many of them to mention and yet that young man was burnt to death without any 'hearing'. I am not saying what he did was good but in short I reserve my comment.

What is going to be the next Headline?

In Recent times, say since last year November, Nigeria has continued to feature in the global news consistently. The era of the same ol' story in the dailies changed with the emergence of new escapades, sexcapedes, fruadcapedes, cabalcapades, muttalabcapedes. Name it all just remember to put a 'capades' as its suffix and it becomes a normal Nigerian story.

I guess it all started November, or is it before that ?, probably, coz Mr President was away in Saudi Arabia commisioning a University of science and tech o'er there, whilst our educational institutions lay in shambles. Can u imagine?. But he came back 'early'enough to tell us the state of things and resume back to office. I guess my fellas in the public institutions stayed home for 4 months or so...(N.B.: dt's more than a whole semester o). Then Alhaji Musa Yar'adua went MIA, we all thought it was a joke when the countdown began. Nigerians in their legendary happy mood laughed it off am sure some were even rotflol.

Some shameless excuses were conjured for the ailing President by what was then reffered to as the 'kitchen cabinet', the countdown went 4rm 1 day to x days, and probably in a 'Christlike' manner he declared 'I am coming soon and my reward is with me'...Like the son of man, Our president also decided that no man shall know the day He'll come(excecpt maybe Turai who is a woman anyway) and it would be Like a thief in the Night.

A whole lot of resources was wasted looking for our president, a group of expert 'siphoners' were sent on an expedition to retrieve the missing President as if he was some 'gold mine' or 'oil well' in Saudi. To add salt to injury, the kitchen cabinet decided to use the law as it's tool and Aondaaka was the puppet, they played on the intelligence of 150 million Nigerians. Observers were fascinated by our story line, even the best scriptwriters in Holywood cant even boast of a script this impressive and am sure Steven Spielberg is taking a lesson or two in directing his much acclaimed suspense movies.

But as if our president been AWOL was not enough, AbdulMuttalab handed us a christmas present, without asking he became Nigeria's own santa, putting us on the terrorist list of country and stripping us of the little honour left of us as a country. The underwear bomber has he is fondly called put us on the headlines again, Nigeria became popular( not necessarily famous) again and was given another label a 'terrorist nation'. Imagine Al'Qaeda offering to help Nigeria and their marketers flooding Nigeria in thousands, trying to lure other 'muttalabs' into underwear bombing. I wont be surprised to know there is an Institute of Al'Qaeda Studies in Nigeria with Muttalab 101 as a core course. The Stupid boy just put all the efforts of well meaning Nigeria who have put Nigeria on the global scene for good stuvs like Wole Soyinka, Fela, Emeagwali, Mary Anyali, 2face etc POOF! and they all went up in flames with his stinking underwear.

Nigerians entered into the new year with a lot expectations, I even made a toast to it, that it was going to be an exceptional year. Then there came prophesies of iminent 'natural' disasster globally, startin with Haiti, the earthquake claimed innocent lives, then it moved to Chile and to Rwanda then Nigeria. But unfortunately ours was not natural, it was man made, Jos, Plateau state became a deathtrap. Watching the jos crises looked more like a bad case of GTA were violence rocked and peace sucked rather than Age of Empire where development was the main goal.

Some issues that were major in the past are now relegated to the background imagine, there has been fuel scarcity for five months now and no one is discussing it. I saw in one of the dailies that Jonathan is Running with IBB in 2011...oga o. I had to go to the market earlier this week and I heard that 'Mai Nama'(Meat Sellers), Pepper Sellers and tomato sellers are on STRIKE. Can u beleive that?...Men I was shocked beyond my wits coz just 2 small bulbs/balls of tomatoes went for =N=50, are we going to experience famine? I pray not. But I wonder who would salvage the situation when some mad blood hungry savages slice 3 yr old heads into two. I wonder wot kinda blood flows through their veins.

I guess it's time to say enough is enough!....I guess its time for TURAI and her cabal let us know wassup wiv Mr President, I guess it's time we buy a cup of garri for 5naira again, I guess it's time Nigeria is known for extraordinary things again, I guess it's time we stopped seeing long queues in our filling station, I guess it's time the acting president prays for more goodluck...it's high time all these killings in Jos and it's suburbs stopped...Bt who would in His/Her right senses sponsor such a massacre...yeah the heart of man is desperately wicked...who can know it, not me definitely.

Wot would be the next HEADLINE?

So two thousand and ten

I Tried putting 2009 in a nutshell, But all to no avail coz the shell broke!
No matter how hard I try to compress it, there is always something I forgot 2 add,
God was damn 2 good last year, 10billion tongues would not be enough 2 say thank you.
But all I have to say is "OSE BABA" to infinity.


I entered 2009 with a lot of xpectations and money in my pocket
Suddenly, I got stuck in stocks and was left with no dough in my wallet
What a relief!, twas d last yr in RUN,abruptly my GPA took to its heels sagging as it fled.
But thru it all u tot me 2 say IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL, and sure it was coz here I am in 2010;


I celebrated my B'day in March and became a scorer
Then Data Mining entered my dico almost making Life hell
I would probably have been Yaradua's roomie in Saudi as my heart froze when I got my postin leta
but to God be the Glory, Great things He hath done


To all those friends and famille that made 2009 a sucess, MUCHO GRACIAS
Oya now, let's go thr, 2010 is here o....let's do it
Haterz, Poverty, Wahala, Failure, RUN etc, r so 2009
and I am so 200nFresh, so 200nRich, so 200nFly, so two thousand and TEN.

Fling or for real

Tough times don't last, tough ppl do
But how tough would your relationship have to be,
To survive NYSC's cruel and parallel posting
Will what happened in orientation camp stay there?


What mami market has joined together let no NYSC put asunder,
Will you from Gumi shout out to your sweetheart in Maru?
Or will Bungundu be the end of our love in Talata Mafara?
Would you keep the flame burning?...if there was any!


Funny enough, birds of a feather might flock together,
and from Indomie joint in Tsafe move together to Gusua,
so we may Live happily ever after
Who Knows what Fate has in stock for us

Let's all pray to cupid, the god of love
To grant us according to our wishes
But if wishes were horses
Who would be in Zamfara?

Between you and I,
Some of us knew what we were commiting to
omo, BOiz checked the expiry date before purchase,
Best before, 24th of November or ELSE...


So if u have been eating my pepper soup
it's high time you paid up
In cash or in Kind, nothing goes 4 nothing
If it was for real or a fling...I guess u decide.

SHARIA AND Corpers

"Hello ; guy how far?...na Zamfara dem carry u go o", my heart skipped a beat and immediately I replied " God forbid!, which kind rough play be that, oya drop the call abeg, press d red button sharply"

This expression is a common one for those of us that were posted to Zamfara. Amidst the unbelief and the fear that it might be true, in our 'church mind' we rain curses and abuses on NYSC for been so cruel.

After silently resigning to fate, we try to weigh the pros and cons, and the first thing that comes to mind is SHARIA, suddenly my cloth was drenched in my own sweat. I was frantically looking for a good reason for me to go to Zamfara but couldnt find one, then someone told me "you would come back blacker than charcoal", I thought for a while, can I be darker than this?, " Men the sun over there is blazing hot," then I began to wonder if the Sun can ever be cold....lol

"Into ur hands I commit my soul; Tho I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for thou art with me". These were the prayer on my lips as I embarked on my 15 hour journey. Mostly the truth is over-rated, all the rumours I have heard about Zamfara suddenly became lies.

As I alighted from the vehicle I was expecting to see fierce looking faces with Sword in hands ready to amputate legs but instead I was greeted with friendly smiles, I was expecting to see everybody in turban witha a different road for the ladies but instead they made me happy me telling me they pride themselves in farming, and I think it's true coz neva in my whole life have I seen garden egg that massive.!

The only evidence of sharia here on camp is that the ladies dormitory is like a kilometre away from where the guys stay, not such a good news and the social scene is f*ckin dry, it's a sin to 'oversocialize', there is no booze and lights out is by 10 tho we never have lights...lol

So far so good, Zamfara is alright and Sharia is just a law to keep the community sane and curb social vices. Personally I think Sharia is doing it's work, nobody wants 2 leave zamfara with a short sleeve or worst still armless.

STUCK IN STOCKS

This was when d recession hit me like a truck load of sand....it waznt ez o

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Why did I give him my money ?
Despite the fact that I knew he was a broker,
Playing poker would have made me more money,
But I decided to put up with this joker.


None of this was exactly his fault,
The global economy assumed a mind of it's own
Throwing all man to slavery of it's dictates.
Thou Economic Recession, when will thou come to an end.



When will the BEAR holding my money die?
When will my money take the BULL by the horn?
I hope it happens soon enough
Before I fleece myself out to pay my fees.

Gracias...bt Lemme be me

People come and go
but true friends wait till it all ends.
I dont know what to say,
coz am still dismayed.
A lot on my mind to say,
yet my keyboard is nt ready to play.


For Y'all dt was around 4 d get 2gedal

I cant thank you enough but I'll b 4va grateful
May d Almighty show you ao mch u r appreciated
and 4 all d advices I owe u big time.
But Y'all know it's nt ez to b different.
coz Ayobami is unique sudnt b a cause for alarm.


In dis world there is a crazy need for balance.
why do we need judges if there would be no crime
wot would tailors eat if we all decide to go naked
so, ao would ur ideas b polished if i dnt criticize it.
Constructive Criticism : It's all for the beta
So dont sweat it out if i decide to tackle u...lol

D bottom line of evry b say mk e dey all of una mind jo.
and if u want to know why am Ayobami...Make una consult google jo

Welcome 2 2k9

Where did the year go?
Suddenly January rolled by,
february in quick succession,
March followed suite and April kept the ball rolling,
May was not a probability coz we finished it too,
June shaked hands with July and before we blinked our eyes they ushered in August.

Then the "ember" months stealthily whistled as they went by little by little and here we are anticipating a new year.

And we realize that with giant strides we started in January and within a blink of an eye, 2008 is on its back.
A big "Thank You" to you, for the huge impact you had on my life this year. Especially for all the support. Without you, I'm sure that 2008 would have been extremely boring, crazy and full of shit

From my side I wish you all a magical Festive Season filled with Loving Wishes and Beautiful Thoughts.

May 2009 mark the beginning of a Tidal Wave of Love, Happiness and Bright Futures.

And to those who need someone special, may you find that true love

To those who need money, may your finances overflow

To those who need caring, may you find a good heart

To those who need friends, may you meet lovely people

To those who need life, may you find GOD

GOAL

Winners are too busy to be sad,

They are too positive to be doubtful,

They are too optimistic to be fearful,

Winners are definitely too determined to be defeated,

Therefore meticulous enough to think before they leap,

They are too longsuffering to languish in the pangs of poverty,

And they are too focused to be distracted by side talks.

Since fear is the dark room where negative things develop

We cant but trust and have faith in the future,

Faith is not ignoring the obvious,

But building on the unseen to tackle the obvious.

It is not the clothing that makes a monk,

But His dedication to what he believes.

Your GOAL is the God Ordained Aspect of Life

So why bother you precious head about busy bodies

That is their hobby; their calling is to distract you

Keep focused and walk towards your goal

Ignore all external resistance and subdue internal indecisiveness

It’s left to you to make or mar yourself.

Coz your GOAL determines who you would or won’t be.

N.I.G.G.A.s

I wrote this quite a while ago, I think 2006. It was when we resumed in school for 200 level.

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On your mark, Get set, Go,

The V.C shouted when you were admitted to R.U.N,

God the Chief Umpire himself blew the whistle for you to start the race,

You started with a maximum speed of 100 m/s,

Until you were faced with challenges and you wanted to waver,

His grace is sufficient for you the D.S.A made you understand,

Your first semester exams stood like a great mountain,

A giant Hurdle you had to fly pass,

Then the second semester exams came, giving you the momentum you needed,

You negotiated the corner precariously with extra caution,

Alas! Here you are with a speed of 200 m/s,

Preparing to embark on the second lap of your academic pursuit,

You are in RUN so that you would be nurtured in the right way,

To run without stumbling and to be able to fly high with time,

And when you will finish the fourth lap with a minimum speed of 400m/s,

You would have exceeded the Escape Velocity,

Hence, you would be launched like a projectile into the real world,

Leaving this world of forms behind You.

HAPPY RESUMPTION N.I.G.G.A. s

(Not Ignorant About Getting Goals Accomplished)

My Induction

This has been hanging for a while. As a matter of fact I created this blog since 2007 but didnt just think it was worth it. So I'll try to post some of my old write ups and start writing new ones.
I don become blogger be that o