Welcome to Baga

Our nation bleeds…. #GodSaveNigeria.

Size Forty One

Welcome to Baga
where nightmares live
and dreams go to die
I had heard the men talk in low tones about what they did to Chibok
and how the nation stood still for a day and moved on

Mama never thought they would come
we have soldiers here, she would brag
oh but you see, they did
last night while men slept, they crept in on us 
plundered our lands and set our homes on fire

It burned so beautifully that it reminded me of the fireworks last Christmas 
mama and papa were taken away in that van
perhaps they will be back tomorrow 

my shoes were left behind
the ones mama bought me for school
but my life is worth more
and so I ran through the forest until I came to a temporary place of solace
where a million other children dwelt

Every night since Baga
I wake…

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Uncertainty

A couple of days back, on Friday to be precise, three friends of mine and i left the Gym and were on our way home when I suggested we visit the market so i could get something to cook. At the market, I started to buy random things, things not consistent with any particular soup. I hadn’t made my mind up on what I was going to cook, but I knew I wanted to cook and I was going to.
Thinking about that incident today, i realise that sometimes in my life I act as though I do not care about what comes out of what I do (as a matter of fact at such times I care most but just choose to be unmindful no matter what the outcome may be). I just go about my business perching where I find fit. At such times I find myself almost always getting the most favourable results. Even when I don’t get favourable results I find myself happy anyways.
On the other hand, sometimes I find myself really serious, so concerned about what the outcome of my actions may be that I get jittery, nervous and as flexible as an iron bar. On many of those instances, I’ve gotten unfavourable results and i end up sad with gloom spelt perfectly on my face.
This is my first original post this year and I’ll like to use this medium to send a pretty simple message; its a new year and we know not exactly what lies ahead, thus the title of my post. I believe a lot of people like myself are hopeful of a year better than the last and we all will experience different things daily, though sometimes, life will try to force us to get too serious and worry about the uncertainties, I’ll like to say “Certainty is relieving, but uncertainty isn’t always bad. Sometimes, there is more fun in going with the flow. Don’t take life too serious, enjoy it”.

Here is a picture of what I ended up with on Saturday by the way.

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Spontaneity got me this.

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If – Rudyard Kipling

Hello! It’s been a while….or maybe not. I came across the poem I’m sharing with you a couple of years ago and it’s been a regular reference point for me in aspects of growth. This poem was written over a hundred years ago in 1910 but it’s age-old wisdom is still relevant and can be a source of wisdom to you if well paid attention to.
Here is “If” by Rudyard Kipling, 1865-1936

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Thanks for the time spared to read this. Please endeavor to leave your thoughts, views and/or comments behind. Your feedback is highly appreciated.
Iyimoga Eli.

The Only Bank in Town

The Only Bank Town.

State
One with high illiteracy rate and high dependence on the government

Local Government

One with estimated population of over 300,000 people, high illiteracy rate and blessed with abundant fertile land.
The major sources of income are farming, political “cake sharing” and government employment

On this occasion, salary was paid on friday last week, the bank was closed on monday and teusday and somehow there was no money in the only ATM in town for a while.

How is all this my business?
I’ve come to the bank three times and couldn’t stand the crowd. I had to come to the ATM early in the morning to make a withdrawal…..I’m just saying

What is your worst ATM experience? We would love to know.

Thanks for the time spared to read this. Please endeavor to leave your thoughts, views and/or comments behind. Your feedback is highly appreciated.
Iyimoga Eli.

The Difference Between Men And Women…Very, Very, True!

This is an awesome piece. Haven’t seen a guy/lady analysis put in such a hilarious yet almost correct way….*winks*

couplegfLet’s say a guy named Fred is attracted to a woman named Martha. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.

And then, one evening…

when they’re driving home, a thought occurs to Martha, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: “Do you realize that, as of tonight, we’ve been seeing each other for exactly six months?”

And then, there is silence in the car.To Martha, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he’s been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I’m trying to push him into some kind of obligation…

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I Remember

I remember when I hated holidays
Didn’t want to come home, will rather be out
I’ll pray resumption time comes fast
To leave for school and not have to face you
I remember that I loved to travel
I did and still do but you were more motivation
I remember when I got 3 months of holidays after 2 years stay in school
I was happy I passed my MBBS exams yet sad I’ll be home for that long
So I picked the elective posting letter even when real clear I could avoid it

I remember Mum’s call telling me you were ill
You had a severe headache
Was referred from Doma to Dalhatu Araf Specialist Hospital Lafia where I was doing my elective posting
I remember I came to see you immediately
Did the best I could do
With my ward coat routines where faster
Made sure someone attended to you fast and ran to and fro to get you a folder

I prayed you get better on a daily basis
Yet avoided coming to see you as much as I could
I loved you – I never stopped
I just disliked being with you as we had little in common
To make matters worse you were sick and depressed
An environment I avoid whenever I can
Thank God mum was with you while step mum took care of the kids at home
You got better then worse, relapse ‘pon relapse
You were stabilized then referred to Jos University Teaching Hospital
To get a CT Scan and aid confirming diagnosis
DASH had done it’s best to stabilize you
Now JUTH must diagnose and give better care

I remember when Mummy called me again
You had collapsed on arrival in JUTH
I remember my journey from kaduna to Jos
Filled with thoughts upon thoughts-how did we get here ?

I remember growing up You loved me I loved back
You were proud of me, you were my hero too
I remember how you trained me with love yet firm
I’ll cry and cry but you won’t stop the lessons till I learned
I remember always being atop in my class
Famed the youngest and best-always bullied by mates
But at home you comforted and taught that the best is all I must always be.
I have a great passion to learn; You did too, always read, so I got that from you
You did your best to give me the best and that help made me who I am and who I aim to be

I remember when the anger started to build
Then came secondary school – drove us farther apart
Thinking about it I realize how a simple misunderstanding can lead to war
I remember my resolve to bring an end to it all I stayed with you for a while. Spoke to you as it lasted
Then I had to leave for lafia again
I prayed for you and looked forward to seeing you home
That did happen but I saw your body alone
You spirit had left… For the better home

I remember your last words to me
“Where God is, You should be. Where He isn’t, You should leave.
You can take care of the family, God is with you.
You are just 21years old, yes I know, but I also know you can”

It’s a year now Dad since you left to be with the Lord but memories of the great times we had stay with us. We always miss you, some hard times make it even more so but the resilience and “never give up” spirit you taught us help us overcome. Onyeka and Ojito are growing up strong and I wish you could see the joy expressed in smiles on their faces when they play. I love you dad. I always will but God loves you more.

In loving memory of
Mr Abraham Likita Ojito
1962 to July 29th, 2013
Obiya.

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All Tied Up

It’s been ages people, that I know. Yet I haven’t cooked a regular so I present my excuse to buy more time. Thanks Abiola for the ginger. Please enjoy this piece “All Tied Up” and Thanks for sticking around.

All Tied Up

I Have no real idea how I got here or I wish not to say
I’m not sure I like all am in though Respect is found, they say

The dress code gives a smart look
No matter how lazy I get
The string around my neck
Does not slack but gives a pull

But i love being free
Am a peacock I need fly
Show my beauty to the world
Not only the confines of this town
Here hidden on it’s own

I love that I know what to tell
When people come in pain
Helping out is a thing of Joy
I love it. Yes I’m called

Yet deep down I know more need help
Than can afford come meet me
And in here I can’t help that much
My heart seeks greater Joy

It may take a while to stand
Spread my wings and fly out
I’ll stay, start with who comes
Even the Good book says faithfulness with few brings more
So I bow and help but someday I’ll be set free
Then I’ll fly and leave behind being all tied up

Have you seen my previous attempts at poetry? You can see them here