Incomplete......

truth fades in these trying time,
pain has become an appendage,
Worth's scale has been corrupted,
yet we all find a niche,
we all serve out our time,
life's changes are acceptable,
all of it.

we thrust forward like arrows,
hurling towards the unknown,
our edges blunting with distance,
purpose has becomes relative,
trading truth for convenience,
all of us.

Thank God Its First Friday

>>>> "e no easy eeehhh"
>>>> "whether e good or bad..."

just listening to the P- square song and really feeling it... sorta..

Truth be told, i've got a lot of respect for the music industry in Naija.
When the Established Foundation collapsed in the late 80's and everyone had to fend for themselves, one would have thought it would take a decisive government intervention to help salvage the artist from the greed of Pirates.

well we all know how long that would have taken (vision 2020 bawo?).

Well fast forward to the year 2010... its getting bigger and bigger... i mean, even the guys with no form of talent get to go abroad to shoot videos... *smh

though it says a lot of the musical preferences of the present consumer demography it still sheds a positive light on how much we're encouraging musical creativity, no matter how shallow it can sometimes be.

As for me i'm glad its in my time that this is all happening...
And through Thank God its First Friday, fans have the opportunity to see artist for free and more up close and personal than it can ever be here in Abuja.

I'm proud i'm a part of such a big thing like this. over the past five months we've seen this event grow from something attracting as much as 45 people to a such a crowd puller, we've had to close the gates....

I sure hope Thank God its First Friday becomes something bigger than we ever dreamed of.

My Dear

Hello Blogville!!! its been a while i know.

Twitter stole me away and Facebook is seeking a divorce, but you!
in your patience and silence i still hear you calling me, drawing me back to you.
our connection is not like any of the other two, yours and mine is truly different, as you permit me a different kind of freedom. My expressions on twitter are mostly short and almost spasmic. Facebook feels more like a junket; either you want to show off or make a fool of yourself.
Even if you could allow me do both, the regard i have for you ensures i never do such a thing, instead it is an outpouring at most times of the deep thoughts within the valley of my soul.

So many times when i have felt as if a listening ear was never around, or i felt something needed to be said, no matter how hurriedly or boring it might be, i have always found your white screens comforting. (i might not have written something so deep or divulged many secrets).

its been over two months since the invasion of the Blackberry into my life and it hasn't gotten any better. it has become an appendage i can barely do without, I'm sure, pretty soon I'll be accessing you from the little gizmo.

one way or another i still strive to become a better person yet i want more like every one else.

my realization that my degree of self- centredness is disturbing worries me, urging me to admit to a really deep seated issue i am yet to address.

Blogville, work has had its fair share of ups and downs. "its a job" is what I keep telling myself, and I've come to learn a lot from those that surround me.

But the politics is scary, gossip and back biting makes me worry. what are the words used when i become the topic of discussion.... i have no false ideas that i am a saint.

i just hope my case is not bad enough to confine me to the silence of withheld advice.

I just want to be alone these days... in as much as i miss my boys: SBB, Mystery, Phoenix and Mr. Capable i still crave that solitude, being lost in thought even if it were because of the trivial, because my mind is my true home.

it paints funny pictures sometimes but it never hides the real details. And it is with this mind i hope i make a firm decision that could ultimately save me.

its 12:26 past midnight and I'm still at the office.

I'm tired and my body aches so bad. Blogville i wish i could stay longer tonight, but I'll get back to you as soon as i can. just know i still think about you a lot.... well not as much as i think about her though..(lol).

Goodnight blogville.

I neeed to make some money!!!

OK i just did something for free a lot of people would get paid to do.... advertise a product on their Blog... but heck. I'm doing it any ways. Its The event we do here at the mall every first Friday of the month.
Music and drinks all the way. One Headliner and a host of Up and coming artists.

It started out small but gradually its beginning to gain momentum.
First time we had Praise from Project Fame headlining for us then it was Mo-Cheda after that we were graced by the presence of Rooftop Mcs.

I'm not gonna let the cat outta the bag just yet, but its gonna be double bigger (if I'm permitted to say that)....

If you're in Abuja be sure to check it out.

its TG1stF : thank God its First Friday.

Easter Tweets...

just finished bowling with some of my colleagues at from the office. it sort of marked the end of the hectic holiday for us being that we all haven't had time to do what we guys usually do every now and then. Easter brought with it a mad rush never seen at the mall and we had one heck of a time managing things. tempers were tested (including mine), limits were exceeded....
one way or the other we all got through.
I have to say at this point that I'm proud of the guys I work with, i have developed a great deal of respect for the dedication they have put into their work.
In an hour or less I'll be on my way home tiredly excited to embrace my pillow and ignore the usual morning calls for the family devotion in the chapel when the normal people in the house get up. And my loving family would look upstairs and think; "leave him, he worked late last night".
I wish.....
not this time...
Tomorrow, even if i skipped the early morning prayers, I'd never be able to escape chairman. He's definitely going to look for me whether i like it or not.
For Pete's sake I missed his birthday and didn't even get him a card.... how would i explain to him that i though it was the 6th instead of the 5th???

I'm so beat... i need that rest and day off so bad.

I've gone BB crazy!!! its been just over a month now and i can't seem to stay in a conversation alone for a full 100%, instead, the conversation involves; me, my BB, the person/people I'm PINGing and the People/person I'm having the conversation with.

so if you're in front of me or chatting with me via BB, there's a high possibility that you're not the only one in an obscure conversation that involves talking about two different things at the same time. the only person who's safe would most likely be the person on the other side of the Pinging, cause he won't hear me laugh or get any "lol" instant messages for a joke he didn't crack.
on the other hand The guy/ guys in front of me would think I'm losing it.

Poor guy would probably think I'm trying to get rid of him faster than he'd want to leave.

So i discovered twitter... that land of brilliant one liners and short message tirades... e-toasting and hook ups. It's so bad I've almost done to Facebook what i did to Hi5.
though i still throw pictures on the damn thing every now and then.
Fortunately for FB I've got over 600 peeps I'm friends with n that's way more followers i have on twitter.

for me the family is small (or twam as my fellow tweeps call it) but one heck of a rowdy bunch.
i can barely stay away from the damn thing. Its just crazy.

Then there's the mad people I'm following who i wonder sometimes if they actually can be normal everyday folks in real life..... hmmmm....

for those of you who haven't... better go check it out.

I'm putting my right hand on my chest and swearing by my common sense that I'll try and stay out of the office tomorrow... get enough food into my tiny stomach while trying to avoid chairman.

You guys go watch 'Clash Of the Titans'

How much do you want it.......

For your information, i haven't answered that question myself...... Was looking through YouTube and stumbled across the title track for the Hip- hop world awards: how much do you want it? Then it hit me... "how much do I want it?" I've never pushed that question around in my head, instead i leave my head filled with ideas that I understand what it takes to want, to desire, to strive..... in truth, i might have the knowledge of what it takes, but have I applied it. Have I convinced myself how much I really want it? or its still an idea... an awareness that still hasn't been pushed into reality...

Its troubling when I look at things in that perspective, because in real time evaluation, I haven"t followed through despite my high expectations...
all I can recall is mediocrity.


Shiiittt!!! I've really done it this time.
All this while performances and results have never peaked slightly above average and I have allowed that discontent to marinate within me.

I guess its time to expel this troll of an attitude. To welcome this unicorn that in its rarity is pure perfection.

Why shall i settle for such a thing as this?

In distractions I have found excuses.... piling them on to obstruct my view form the goals I have set.

I alone can save myself. If I can realize all this then what am I waiting for?
I will not compare myself or deem myself better than the one ahead or behind me, instead I will elevate my standards above perfect and strive to become something out of this world.

In everything I do I must become a dominant specie.



Look at yourself and ask... have you realized this as well? Do you feel the weight of sub par performances and results weighing you down?

What do you want to do about it....
How will you go about becoming the best you really are?

To say you are satisfied is not just a quit notice, its a desire to become forgotten.....

Possibly like me you've taken the fictitious role of blending in with the back ground yet your soul hungers for something more, you attempt to subdue it insanely but it yearns for a bigger role, refusing to be buried in history's forgotten chapters, or worse still the appendix that was never written.

Well i say NO!!!

You or me shall not yield. our minds shall not become ceste pits of unexplored possibilities...

I challenge you like i do myself to become a figure and not a statistic...

How much DO do you want it?

I AM LEGEND

I'm sitting here with a finger in my mouth, wondering.... " what is happening to me"?


in the past six months what have I been doing to myself that makes me feel this way... I'm not the same person any longer... then yet again, I've never been a normal person to begin with.

But making matters worse is my slow deterioration in several aspects. Its no joke and I'm sure I'm making a poor effort at sounding sarcastic. I think about the different decisions I've made in the past few months i wonder if I've followed my routine natural progression (something tells me I have regressed.

Through it all I only have the experiences that have come with the times.

I want to believe i write these words with no pain or regret. I want to believe I have offended only a few people over the course of this period. I sit here in front of these key boards unable to talk openly about these experiences because I have lived a life in the shadows of near secrecy and silence.

When did I choose to take this part? How could I believe I would find happiness in such indulgence.

When a seed is planted in the total darkness it shall not rise from the earth with a flourish..... it most likely will die, forgotten.

I look at myself and my eyes feel lifeless. I fear I have become so in active I struggle to make an effort not to be mistaken for a furniture. Food has lost its place in my heart as well.... My weight loss could easily be attributed to work but I know the truth.

Where has my happiness gone?
Yes I am unhappy, possibly heading towards a slight bout of depression. But the zeal to live has not left me. I still enjoy the rising of the sun and the smell of dry air.

I will start afresh, that's what I will do, I have always found renewal in new beginnings..... Yes, the glint in my eyes shall return.

A stronger me shall arise from these ruined shells I am covered in.

Take my word for it..... I'm not going to stay down and give up......I TRULY AM LEGEND...