Ara mbe

2011 was an eventful year,
A year of so many hopings, A year of many dreams, A year of many ambitions. But most of all, a year that saw so many of the hopes dreams and ambitions floated and even though we cant see the impact yet.
I can definitely say, the Lord as helped me thus far.
Alihamdulilahi

Sanity Check

I am Pressing up the Upward way

New Heights I am gaining Everyday
...
Lord lead me up the mountain side

I dare not climb without Guide.

And yet again as I play this "merixed" hymn in my head, I found my pen in the midst of the confusion.

Everybody be asking, Ayobami are you mad?, and probably I am, but as an incurable optimist , I would always look for something good in a messed up situation; and as a self proclaimed realist, I know that shit happens, so you either use tissue or "tamba" with water, whichever you choose Biko, move on to the next one(or Toilet as u please).

Yeah, I can see everything nd indeed evrybody around me turning around, but climbing this mountain no be small thing o but Jah be praised coz I'm not climbing alone. At that akward moment when you discover all you have is a bank account full of Hope, Pleanty 'Ghana must go' s of Faith in His Supremacy. At that point in time u notice say u dey ride on Tsunami waves nd somehow u no dey drown, when u wake up inside that furnace nd u wonder why ur "Tailor Lauren" Shirt is still crisp, why instead of been consumed, you came out shining.

Ok, lets make that switch back to reality(* pinching myself), How sane am I to believe that out of the 7Billion people on earth today, he cares that much abt me, That he could be interested in that unimportant part of my Life. Nah, its not only the gods that are crazy, I think I'm losing it, No one man should be this enthusiastic, Life is to complicated to have a simple answer.

Well perhaps it's true, but this craze man got a simple answer from Jer 1:5 :

Your Faith makes you whole

Mehn, it's been ages I came to the zones o....would you blame me? Please don't
Work has been crazy, i mean mad and when we are not really busy we still find it convenient to form activity.. smh 4 myself.

The main rationale for writing this letter to you is to erm...lol( tryna rmbr d way we do in High sch), I saw this stuff by Mark Twain nd it got me thinking
"Depend on the rabbit's foot if you will, but remember: it didn't work for the rabbit"

whateva you believe in is what I actually works for you. On the contrary even if you beleive you can fly u beta mk sure you wings takes care of gravity.

I really need to get back to work nw sha,...Catchao

Through my eyes

The future through my eyes I see,
I am no seer, yet in this darkness I see,
A bright Light at the end of the tunnel, I see
Unsure if the bulbs are powered by generators or PHCN.

No Corruption in this future I see,
Still unsure who made this happen, ICPC or EFCC?
A working transport system, I see
If its BRT, Ferry, rail or Air, I cant say
But no more abandoned roads by RCC or LCC.



Security of Lives and Properties, I see
My visions r clouded, is dis the Police or OPC?
Well Equiped, First Class Health Facilities,
Gone are the days when, all ailments are treated with Vit. C.



No more uprising by NigerDeltans, Boko Haram or Bakassi,
In this future, One NIGERIA is all I see.
Access to Credit facilities in our banking industry
Who was our savior, maybe Lamido Sanusi?

The Lamentations of BamBam

this darn dynamics is killin me
is it ironic that we get high when our spirit's are low,
we zoom in, in our rangerovers and leave with hangovers
grey hair sproutin in the midst of my black hair,
my young neck carrying a cranium fit only for elders,

I'll get out surely, but the question is WHEN?
The inner strenght in me is surprising even to me,
the tenacity with which we weather the storm,
only proves the existence of a more powerful force,
a force so powerful, He controls the affairs of men.

knim,shutting off 4rm the problems of life in d nyt.
only to be woken up by fresh challenges in the day,
somehow, we take the leap of faith into oblivion,
and before you know it, anoda day is ova.
and the cycle of overcoming the unkown continues.

They say no pain, no gain
but i am sure there is an elastic limit,
coz the slain can't gain from their pain
Where is the reward of the diligent?
until i get the answer, heaven can u pls gimmie a hug!

Survival Instincts

The annoying sound that was meant to wake me actually turned to a lullaby, the alarm lost its functionality. The man was tired, Phew...she na lyk dis we go dey dey?.

Man pikin must to survive under any circumstances, na im make me sleep by 4.00 a.m. and expect to wake by 6:00 to prepare for the day's work. Omo man proposes, GOD Implements( abi).

The 6:00 wey i suppose wake turn 7:30 wey i suppose don turn dey office, *yam pepper scatter scatter*.

See acrobatics as I scampered off my bed and hopped it in to the shower, nd before you could say Jack Ro..., i don dey wear socks.

na daily bread cause am.

let's go d next level jor...meet me @ d top fifu

Tit for Tat

To INEC I doff my hat,
What used to be a cat race,
is now structured and Smart,
The new dawn in Nigeria warms my Heart.

My one vote, that's all I got,
but Jega made my widow's mite mean a lot,
We used to know our leaders before the election even starts
but now we the electorates determine that.

We were blindfolded, groping in the dark like bats,
Smelly and dirty  coz there was no water to bath,
(smh) A govt of people been managed by a cartel,
they drained us and on our sweat they fed fat.

Daddy I want this, honey just add it to the cart,
Even if you want the store,you know I can get you that,
The taxpayers money back home would settle dis part
You know my jumbo salary must still remain intact.

In their manifestos, all i hear is chit chat,
I would do this and definitely that,
but now election debates baptized them with fiery darts,
Either do as you promised or face our wrath.

Please wipe your paws on the doormat,
The rug is arabian, it costs a fortune at walmart
What About Us?, what are we getting at this political mart
Enough is Enough, we are tired of smelling your fart

Life in Series

I'm tired of all dis hide and seek GAMEs, I am LOST!. Sigh!, if I don't get a PRISON BREAK in d next 24hours, I might go SPARTACUS. I am DESPERATE, am nt a HOUSE wife tho, So who is going to be my HERO nd put on the SCRUBS.
I know I have some TRUE BLOODs, whr r my guys @?, I am tired of folks LIEing TO ME, HOW exactly did you MEET their MOTHER, was it by the TREE on d HILL, or should I jst check the VAMPIRE's DIARY for clues.

O.C. is that WEED?, or let me go by its ALIAS nd call it ganja, dont beg me o, I am telling GOSSIP GIRLS dt you are so high you chat with MERLIN at the MIST OF AVALON while you were checkin out GREY's ANATOMY, pervert lyk u

Dry abi...no be my fault, na global warming cause am...lol

xoxo, Idongesit dt's 4 u nd ur faffing

A g33k's Love Letter

#include (chocolates)

Imports Roses.*;

Imports Music.Jazz.*;

Class Love($babe)

{

They say love is as simple as a,b,C

but the love I got 4 u is complicated, double it lyk C++,

so many PHPs, dey r d Player Hating Peeps,

*yimu* notin for dem jor, their bullshit is cascading lyk CSS.

You are my gem of inestimable Value; my PERL(pearl),

I'm tougher than diamonds, stop putting d RUBY ON RAILS,

got more ADD-ONs than FIREFOX, viagra has no shit on me.

Sipping on my starbucks coz my game tighter than JAVA.

Please tell Alicia to use the right key, C#(Csharp)

Tell my baby she is the one, the only language my MACHINE undastands

I am tired of playing, I am droppin my PAD, no more ADAs in my lyf.

Honey, the truth you see is Basic (VISUAL BASIC)

Whether na One Naira or One COBOL(KOBO), baby you got me

I dont need an ORACLE to tell me u r my baby mama

with this love as ANTIVIRUS, our future together is SECURE.

You are the Final Desitination, no SQL(Sequel) needed.

Return myLove;

}

N.B. To run the program call the Class Love(Insert Your Name), Cute ladies only please....lmao

e.g. Love(I Don't Get It)

Vote Wisely

While walking down the street one day a Corrupt Senator was tragically hit by a car and died.

His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."

"No problem, just let me in," says the Senator..

"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity."

"Really?, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the Senator.

"I'm sorry, but we have our rules."

And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.

The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.

Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. They played a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and the finest champagne.

Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is having a good time dancing and telling jokes.

They are all having such a good time that before the Senator realizes it, it is time to go.

Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises...

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens in heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him, "Now it's time to visit heaven.."

So, 24 hours passed with the Senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.

"Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity."

The Senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell."

So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell..

Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above.

The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulders.

"I don't understand," stammers the Senator. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"

The devil smiles at him and says,
"Yesterday WE were campaigning. Today, YOU voted.."

Welcome to 2011

Still on the matter!...where is 2010?...Its dead and buried, and like
the phoenix 2011 rises outta the ashes. The death of 2010 giving birth
to 2011. I agree 2010 is gone but I would be claimin amnesia for me to forget
the events in the year.

Memories of 2010 was a very sweet one garnished with some bitter spots,
but all in all, it was a great one.

Otondoship was sweet, even with the meagre allawee, Life was still
beautiful, and Retiring from 'Kopadorm' to my own farm(lyk d one in
Otta) was a nice idea, but uneasy lies the head that wears the crown
ask Ire, Femi n Dave dey would tell u who d last jatropha bender is.
CCNA almost said Nay, until SAP came in tryin to Zap all the
nutrients,But Jah came to my rescue ASAP, and ABAP had to join its
slain colleagues, Glory be to God coz together we made it, even tho we
had our backs against the Wall. We are survivors, here comes 2011.

May the month of January be our janitor, Opening the doors to our fame
and fortune, blessings and breakthru, then closing the door on
misfortune, failure and their likes.

His banner over us in February would be Love, even our enemies would
love us enough to bless us, yeah Favour 4rm God and all Men.
We gonna March into our promised land, breaking in leaps and bounds,
discoverin new terrains and blazing trails

Believe me April will not make a fool of us, coz He that is with us is
greater than He that is in the World. May is not goin to be a probablility, coz it is a sure thang " IT IS WELL".

No jonzin in June coz d Lord would supply all our needs in July, Y'all
be ready to host dem August visitors,coz dey are bringin good tidings.
The traffic light is goin green in the 'ember' month, coz we are tired
of seeing the amber light.


its 1-11-11, soon it wld b 11-1-11, then it wld be 1-11-11 and then 11
-11-11.....So many ones, it jst means we'll be NUMERO UNO in all our
endeavours...happy nw yr people.


Lemme say a very very big thank you to every one who featured in the season 2010 of BamBam's Memoir, Let's do it again in 2011.

P.S... No kele kele love in 2011 o....#YouKnowYourself