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Monday, May 27, 2019

EUROPA LEAGUE FINAL : A GAME OF PRIDE OR DESPAIR

  May 27, 2019    


In just a few days time in faraway Azerbaijan, the second tier competition of UEFA will stage its grand finale. Undoubtedly, while many clubs take it for granted, this year's campaign has produced some good moments to reminisce. In the first of the All-English contest, Chelsea will compete against their London rival, Arsenal in the Europa League Final to be played in Baku. There will certainly be so much at stake for both clubs. For Chelsea, they will hoping to retain their status as top dogs in London, and beating the North Londoners will do just  fine, while also hoping that Spurs lose to Liverpool four days later in the Champions League Final. For Unai Emery's side, the challenge is on them to beat the Blues in order to qualify for the Champions league after finishing fifth in the league and a point behind their West London rivals. 


Chelsea's third place finish in the league which guarantees their involvement in next season's Champions league is applaudable considering the hurdles the team had to face. The Blues will play without any form of pressure, but will rather fight to win the 16th trophy of the Abramovich era. For the Gunners, winning rather losing will be more paramount as they gradually appear to be slipping out of the reckoning into oblivion. A third year absence from Europe's top competition will be a blow to their elite status and financial state. If Chelsea win, it will be for their pride, but if they lose it will be despair after their Cabarao Cup final loss against Manchester City, therefore ending the season trophyless. If Arsenal win, it will be their first European Cup since 1996, and qualification for the Champions League will be achieved. But a loss will mean another missed opportunity to qualify for the Champions league and trophyless season. It will be a case of pride or despair depending on who will eventually be the winner or loser respectively.

Though the Europa league final might not be enough to judge the work done by either Sarri and Emery in their first season at their respective clubs, but it will be the right platform for both to build the success of their respective clubs for both the present and the future. Who will win this epic London derby final? Join the conversation in our comment section, give your prediction and have your say.


Hopefully, let the best team win. Cheers! 

  

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Sunday, May 26, 2019

I CHOOSE TO LIVE

  May 26, 2019    


Countless words in my head I can't figure out or comprehend.
So much pictures flashing through my mind I can't clearly understand.
I'm flush with emotions, this is no fiction.
Neither an illusion, but strangeness in quick motion.
There are no perfect pictures but my artistry makes them beautiful imaginations.
I'm the last of a dying breed just because I choose to live.

My world has failed me leading to great confusion.
Pulling in different directions, making bad decisions.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions, yet struck by high tensions.
Even perfect pictures don't always seem perfect.
The things we do to give false impressions just to get world's attention.
I refuse to give way to pretensions, but to live my aspirations.
The last and best of me is yet to be seen because I choose to live.

  

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LAS LAS WE GO DEY ALRIGHT

  May 26, 2019    


Life as we know it can be so deceitful. One moment it is all sweet and rosy, and before you know it you are left for dead. Responsibilities sap every ounce of strength in you and expectations can weigh you down more than hitting the gym. How can one survive in the world of endless possibilities and twists? Well. Ask different people and they’ll give you a million answers. Just a walk down the streets and you’ll hear a familiar audio playing from Otapiapia sellers that could wake even the dead.
“e dey kill mosquito well well, e dey kill landlord, e dey kill tenant…”
Even the mosquitoes are aware that just a spray of it can send them to hell. For that guy making a few sales could just be what is needed to make his day a happy one. He’s happy and content with what he has rather than becoming a gentleman on the highway. Well for most people, it’s all or nothing. They haven’t realized that enough money is never enough.
Life tastes differently too. For some, it gives sweet sensation while for others it is sour. But yet I still wonder why the women who sell cherry popularly known as either udara or agbalimo would never tell someone the truth.
“Na nwanu e sweet well well”
You’ll be glad to have finally found something that will make you stop thinking about your problems.  But after tasting them, you almost want to cry. They tend to forget that the hardship in the country is depressing enough and making you buy another ‘bitterness’ to add to it, is suicidal. Anyway-sha that’s their hustle and if they don’t sell, they won’t eat.  
Is there a better life out there for the commoner in my country? The word “hustle” has got different meanings in my beloved country. Well, people engage in different stuffs for survival.  Even the mad people on the streets are not left out as they trek miles around places hustling from one refuse dump to another in search of their own daily bread. The commercial sex worker plies her trade and is seen and publicly called “ashawo’, while others hustle on code and are private dealers known as ‘runs girls’. Nothing concern agbero with overload as long as his sky boy is assured.
Why are we suffering? The yahoo boy who needs female pants to buy Benz, and his celebrated as a hero, while the guy next door earning an honest living is seen as not doing well enough. He is advised to follow the path of his friend who has hit it big. “Any which way na way” you hear them hurl at him. He’s caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. The Politician is unconcerned about the people as long as election period is over.  Therefore, he doesn’t need the masses to vote for him until four years time when he’ll be coming to share money and food stuffs to appease their minds again. The bank manager in the office adds few zeros in order to siphon money and is seen as a saint. Meanwhile, others are killed for breaking into the bank for theft. Though they are guilty, but so too is the bank manager. Why do we treat them differently? One is a corporate thief whose job title is a foil for his sin, while the other is seen as the society’s number one public enemy whose meandering is a toga for his sin. For both the Politician and the bank manager, they are hustling and it is real. We live in country with different shades of falsehood.
Despite all the hardship and challenges, las las we go dey alright. Just live right.

  

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I TOLD YOU

  May 26, 2019    



I told you about the echoes of my problems
But your silence ceased my voice
Sleepless nights and restless days
Yet no one could hear my murmurings
I decided enough is enough
I decided to take a swipe at my troubles
And help my mind to be still and at peace
I ended up resting in peace with a dose of sniper

Perfect way to end my misery
There was no shoulder to lean on
Fear of the unknown, Fear to live
My mind became a warzone with battles I couldn’t stop
But rather I heard voices that pushed me on
I couldn’t take it anymore and succumbed
I was in the midst of kith and kin, but never happy
I was never alone because depression became my companion until my dying day

  

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Monday, May 13, 2019

JUST ANOTHER DAY

  May 13, 2019    


The world population is now estimated to be about 9 billion and that’s quite a lot of people dwelling in its different parts. More so, more than two-third are engaged in different forms of hustle just to earn a living. But nothing can beat the vest and zest of my fellow country people in my lovely country called Nigeria. The manner at which people approach the day can be so mesmerizing. From the buka women who solve the problem of stomach infrastructure “food is ready”, to the cyclists, and velocipede drivers riding around the areas just to make another day count.
The busy streets triggered by the rush hour morning period where almost everyone is hitting the road to find their daily bread...ehen sha…but for some people their force of gravity go make you feel say na the bakery them want o. Then, you hear the hoarse, deep and loud voices of agberos jostling up and down the places beckoning on people to board their buses to their various destinations.
“Mile 1 Port!, Port! One chance, one chance…!
The hustle becomes real when any of the bus drivers fails to hand over the unconstituted agreed tip of “sky boy” which is N50 to an agbero for loading passengers, then hell is lose loose as they are ready to kill to have their paycheck. You can't blame them: “food is god to a hungry stomach.” It is money that buys the food needed to prevent stomachic tsunami from happening. After all: “no padi for jungle.”
People still rush to work despite the horrible traffics because they have to make ends meet or risk losing their jobs. Remember, “a bird at hand is worth more than a million in the bush”, and the unemployment situation in the country has turned everyone into self-employed even on social media. The most interesting places to get the latest news in my country are the least places you’ll expect if you’re new. The first place is in hair dressing saloons; where a gaggle of geese meet temporarily to talk about issues that they most times have very little or no fact about. You’ll hear stories like:
“Do you know that Bobrisky is now born-again.na wa o wonders will never end, mtcheew!?”
“I even heard that Regina Daniels bewitched her old husband, Ned Nwoko, people can do things o!”
Then we have the newspapers stands where you’ll see people who have microscopic lenses around the world tell you fabricated stories that could make you suffer from heart attack. Just at the climax of a heated argument, you’ll hear a cock and bull story that will make thunder to almost strike the person saying it. Then you’ll know the true meaning of white lie. The next stop is in buses commuting people to their various destinations. Different storylines enough to make an encyclopedia are dished out from peoples’ mouths and sincerely if you don’t hold yourself, you might just be the next victim of a knockout from Floyd Mayweather. Another comic side of this road adventure is when you come in contact with some so-called self-professed medics who will tell you how Dr. Iguedo’s Goko Cleanser can heal you from all kinds of health issue. It is real wa for them o. Abi they brought the healing balm from Gilead.
People do so much for things that would perish and care less about the consequences of their actions. We hustle, but let it be with a pure conscience. When we relate, let’s do so in love. When we love, let’s do so sacrificially. When we give, let’s give our best. This life is too short for hate and contempt. Remember, we only live once, and we sure need to make it count. You might not have just another day to do things right!

Nwosu J. Obichi

  

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HELD BOUND 4

  May 13, 2019    


A strange loud knock woke me from the bed and as I made my way to the door I noticed Diana wasn’t in the house. Perhaps she’s still pissed off with me and actually wants “alone time’ to get over all that’s happened between us. I was hurting too and couldn’t sleep all night. I had lost the very ones I’ve been toiling all my life for. What more can I do to salvage things? When I opened the door, there was no one there. But just before I closed it, I saw a blood-stained paper note with the message: “You’ll find out who I am soon!”
I became terrified and didn’t know what to do. Soon in the midst of my fear and uncertain thoughts, Diana came in and headed for the bedroom. Not long after she went in, I decided to go apologize to her, but yet again I couldn’t find her. Then again, there was a louder knock on the door, this time and when I opened I saw my wife in the city standing right at the entrance. She looked troubled, razed, and flabbergasted. I inquired to know why she came around, but her reply took me off balance.
“I came to check on my late sister’s grave. My sister Diana died 7 years ago and I miss her so much.”
What! Diana has been dead all along? For seven years? Does she mean I have been married and have a child with a ghost? Does she mean Diana is actually not a human?
Tears rolled down my cheeks and I suddenly began to lose my senses. Now I am held bound for life because of the killer thoughts of sharing my life with the dead!

  

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BROKEN LINES 2

  May 13, 2019    


The force of religious dogmas has swept us like tsunami disaster
The portrayal of love as a toga leaving us bodily hurt with heartbreaking blisters.
That has us living like nothing else but familiar strangers in factions.
Who will lead us through the grumbling Red sea called church denominations.
We throw stones at each other forgetting we live in the same glass house.
Showing contempt, getting green with jealousy and tugging like cat and mouse.
In the name of the Lord we raise our voices in the holy assembly, but our hearts are filled contempt.
Snitches and hypocrites with hearts of stone and do nothing but wrongly dissect the truth

Let brotherly love continue.
Love your neighbor as you love yourself.
To err is human and to forgive divine.
That’s the only way Our Heavenly Father can forgive us.
Love conquers a multitude of sin.
Let’s live the apostolic values.
Let’s practice communal love and shared passion for God.
As he lay down his life for us, let’s lay down our lives for our brethren.
God is love.

  

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