Complications...........vita brevis

Ever heard of Vietnam? I am sure if you are a follower of American movies, you would have heard about a country called Vietnam - a country with small houses and tiny men who lives on trees and underground tunnels. Yes, I refreshed your memories! Those were good movies but what if i tell you that the country is not like that? In fact, it is dubbed as the hidden gem of Southeast Asia with its 3000km coastline and jungles in the Central Highlands. If you are a lover of backpacking like me, you could take a chance and visit the country- You might be arriving at Ho Chi Minh (the western capital) or Hanoi - the Capital, either way, with your international passport you could rent a motorcyle for as low as $200 and backpack your way down south ! You could do this in 15 days or 3 months, depending on what you will like to see. Do not forget to taste the Pho noddles soup and every other tasty foods on the road. The country is safe, cheap and the people are friendly, what are you waiting for? Bo...

By the gods, today i was going to make a martyr of myself and leave this island of hunger to the one beyond. The necessities; food and water had vanished to the insatiable bowels and a loaded gun was the remaining loyal subject. Say, i should journey to hades by self inflicted fire, destroy the ants and non- living remnats around my new niche - my reward could be 16 virgins in the heaven of the gods. Flock of birds flew above, their mockery embedded in their hums. They were watching and waiting for thw dying man last earthly choice. They were selfish- they could help, fly into the forest and bring foods, but they waited. My death will serve a purpose. On my fathers name, i shall not give in to their mockery nor die for their purpose. My choice will be made in solitude and not with their mocking lullaby . I picked a stone to chase them from my sight. The gods gave a sign, two birds fell. They made agonizing sounds which formed a word to my ears; HOPE

I was lying down on my fronds, my mosquitoes was playing well and the body was a good host- entertaining and not complaining. There she arrived, the body carved naturally- a first class student of God might have been the sculptor. To my story, she came towards the lying man; I. Her cloth all revealing, a blouse that shows her complete bra, her nipples poking merrily from the busty chest. There I laid, she dropped something and bend to take, I was amazed at the details I could see without paying. This is the island I should be. My manliness was poking from underneath, could I hold it before she comes ? By heaven! Save me, should this seeds come before her, I will be in eternal damnation. And I did. I woke with a start, a wet dream at this stage? The gods must be having a good time. Two days in the island and the body is living in a fantasy of a female. If I ever made it out of here, the world would have turn to Adam and Eve era, the present world is a city of nudity where ladies roam ...

Yesterday was my marooned day- mark it on your calendar, for it may be hard for my castaway mind to remember. The prime mover of my being marooned is simple; my mind was not in the same frequency as my fellows. My cogent arguments and eloquence could not save the life worth a loaded gun, jar of water and bread. In two days, the owner of this island will put a bullet into his brain to avoid the hunger games. To yesterday, I had found me a palm tree with shade and slept from dusk to dawn. The lullaby from my friends with wings made my first night memorable, my friend-mosquito came with his families, their songs and serving rate could not prevent my long night nap. How could I have slept? Oblivious of my surrounding? I woke with a start, clearly making sense of the things I should have made effort to know first; my environment. Habituation should have been my first point of action, yet like others I slept. My memory swayed to home where people have neglected the utmost; with t...

Battles are won with the killings of the commanding officer or by cutting off the enemies supplies. The death of the queen bee will make it subject become disorganized, when a  battle strategist is killed, the soldiers morales will definitely be thwarted. You can't stop a tree by cutting off its branches. Nigeria army in the past weeks have successfully recovered the lost town and killed many boko haram soldiers, but like most battles , killing the enemy army might only cause them to retreat and recuperate unless the roots are destroyed . In 2009 when Yusuf was killed - the first leader before the Shekau, I told the ones that care to listen that Boko haram will rise again and they will be more deadlier unless  we cut off the root and remove the seeds from Nigerians before it germinates. Killing boko haram means cutting off their funds,  destroying their allies, background leaders and planting a new seed into the heart of Nigerians. How? By creating Islamic centres in t...

Life as we know it, live as you believe it. Life, according to dictionary is the sate that follows birth and precedes death: the state of being alive and living. Life starts from the fusion of the male and female gametes. Human are created in a tender environment, inside women womb. They form a niche which they thrive and establish themselves. You wonder if there is a football field when they kick. The shows the state of comfort in which they are formed, they tend to repel any discomfort. On arriving to the planet earth, an environment of different identities and discomfort, the life changes and at that point, it began. Norm is an expectation in which the society expect each life to conform to; a rule which is regarded as normal. Deviation from these sets of regulations turned a life to an outcast even among his brethren. The founder of Islam; Mohammed was a man, who was brought up in a world where human lives are sacrificed to unknown gods, a land where the Jewish were prou...

"How could you be So St....."Tunde stopped when He realized He was talking to an adult. "I'll release your friends” the police officer turned his back and left him with his mouth opened. Does He wanna use this to say sorry for his stupidity.? He locked the door and left the house; staying in the house will be a suicide mission. He took a bold step, He decide to search for the boy. Meanwhile, back at the police station, the two other boys were released. Angry as they were, they decided to break lose from the power of suraj by confronting him. Tunde saw the boy at a paraga joint near the boy's street; it was a joint police can't see. Tunde caught the boy from behind. "Let's make a deal" He offered "see this were oo, alaye drop my cloth, Na my area u dey oo" the boy was shouting. "Abeg Na, if Raj should hear this, e go kill me" Tunde pleaded with him. " I go give you more than He gave u, I go carry olo...