What a day!

I seem to have forgotten this is a diary and should be kept till I'm................Some days ago, I sort of typed the link on facebook and the "whole world" has started reading my life. Oh No! I feel naked! Everyone's gonna know all the crazy things I do, the stupid ones, the nice ones and all. I brought this all on myself. Oooooo. It used to be about 246 pageview from America, Canada, Russia and faintly Nigeria but now its 646 pageviews with the total concentration in Nigeria. Waow! I really blew it out. Anyways, its done already, no use editing it. Would have done that before I opened it up(been hiding it for a while- at least no one gets to see the notepad files on my PC). This is just a glimpse into my wierdy head. It all flows in it. And I'll keep doing my thing. Could be boring but I guess the whole purpose is that i have a diary to look back at (not my Pc files that get lost when my Pc goes bad) Reflections on workshop.....had a great time writin...

“Yeah”, with excitement on our faces, we all said when we were told we would be going to the National Conservation Centre at Lekki. We were having a writing workshop which was already in its third day. I had not been to the conservation centre before that day. I imagined what it would be like with some amazement on my face. I thought of the scenery, the elephants, crocodiles, lions, chimpanzees and every animal I had seen before. I had been to the zoo at the University of Ibadan but there, the animals there were caged. I had heard that those at the conservation centre were not as they were free to move from one place to another. Delighted, I prepared for the excursion. We got to the centre in a few minutes after we left the Dover Hotel we had camped for the workshop. We were welcomed by the beautiful scenery, a well kept environment with grasses, flowers and tall trees all around. The tortoise with its cracked shell was the first animal we saw, crawling on the gra...

Peace. The V-sign he makes with his fore and middle fingers as he stands on the corridor opposite his room in the postgraduate hall of Obafemi Awolowo University, located at Ile-Ife. He poses with a hand towel hanging down his hand as I take a photograph with my Blackberry a year ago. My best friend, Omoruyi, dressed in a buba with a bag hanging down his shoulder is set for the day. If you had seen him between   monday and thursday, you would have seen a gentleman dressed on a well ironed shirt with dark pants but this day happens to be a friday and like the common pracitice of the university lecturers in the university, he puts on a buba and trouser.   The buba, loosely fitted would endear him to the people of Ile-ife, a clothing that speaks of the culture of the land.  A native of Benin his friends prefer to call him by his surname, Omoruyi which is easier to pronounce.   He stands in front of his room, on the corridor of Block I of the Muritala Mohammed ...

I am about seven years old. It is a weekday. I wake up. I hear sounds from the sitting room adjacent to my room. It is unusual to hear so much noise in the two-storey house we live in. The lights are lit in the four-sided room I share with my siblings; Tayo and Tunji. Something is not right, I wonder. I get down from the lower bed of the bunk I sleep in. I do not sleep above as my brother would sip some strange fluids in the night if I do. I walk to the door. I see Demola’s aunt, our next door neighbor by the parabolic dining table close to the exit,   I see Deborah’s father who stays on the block opposite ours say something to a man I cannot recognize. ‘ O ti ji ’ (You have woken up), I hear my mum say as she walks over to me. She holds me by the shoulder and pulls me close to her. Her soothing touch gives my wandering mind some relief. She doesn’t tell me what the problem is, why the neighbours are in the house when the open windows tell me it is dark outside.  I hear...

What a day! I have been writing about the previous day for two days now. I sort of have some other things to read and write about. its work, eating and sleeping. yea, some hanging out with fellow budding and established writers when eating some sumptuous meal in the pool side restaurant. I get to meet a lot of people here and its fun I tell you. Yesterday started out with me waking up(obviously) from asoothing hard bed with about 4 soft pillows(all white) and three small pillow(Don't know what they are called exactly). Its actually fun sleeping with them all alone. I read the word and came over to my PC to play Bishop oyedepo's 2009 Eagle's summit message(The first one). I listened to this till I left the room to do something at the reception. Yea, i remember, I needed to get some files online on "creative non-fiction" at the three PC-furnished cybercafe just opposite the wide reception of the exqusite Dover Hotel, though you'd have to go outside through t...

Hello.. this is the morning of the 2nd day of the workshop (the workshop actually starts today-Monday). I had an awesome time in church yesterday and you know, i delayed my coming over to the Dover till 6pm, after my mum's meeting. Coming over to the dover, I can't imagine it.. I told the gentleman that brought me over...Is it one per room, he replied, yes. I said "you mean it". He was like , yes. Waow....the room was exquisite from the beddings, the cupboard, the mirrors, the tv, the chair, the floor, the bath tub, the toilet , the wash hand basin and all. It's been great. had to do my assignment(finished in the nyt..It aint all about enjoyment o, work sef dey). I read the instruction manual. Imagine even by my Table here in the room is a tea cup with a Milo satchet, a Peak milk satchet, Dover Sugar pillet and Nescafe satchet for my consumption(if i choose and its going to be replaced everyday). after reading the instruction manual, Imagine the most import...

Its going to be a story story time next week....hmm. the writing discipline. might not be posting(like i have been doing it regularly!)..Read the writeups from aminatta and they were both great. it wasnt wriiten by her though. I didn't like one but during my meditation period, i felt this urge to read it again and i did. made some comments, thoughts, impressions(will update the blog as soon as i make it up). You know, i've never done this...but whatever day you are reading this, whatever time....If its morning...have the best of the day....If its afternoon...You've still got some time, the remaining of the day is going to be good..and if its evening, No matter how your day went, You've still got a great day to look forward to tomorrow. Something good is definitely going to happen to you and have a good night. k.anj

I haven't even got to the venue yet and the writing workshop has started. I got a mail from Helon Habila with two different write-ups from Aminatta Forna. I just laughed at myself. Me, a writer!...The whole euphoria of the workshop and all the goodies that are coming along has died o. Now i see the light. work! Work! Work! Thank you. I know I can do all things through christ who strengthens me. lets go!

What a day! I was coming back from town yesterday when i got a text from OD. The text meant a fellow eagle was down. he isnt an ordinary eagle but a closer colleague. We studied Electrical & Electronics Engineering together. we did a lot of stuff together. We laughed, shouted, walked, ate, sat, read, talked, played(Coal tar and more). I can't believe he's gone. heard he had a battle with cancer. I never knew Cancer affected young folks till now. Its was a shock at first and it looked unreal, but its all turning up real. I'll miss you Femi Awowale. We sure did rock in EEE2008!

What a day! There are blessings in life we miss. When I say blessings we miss, I talk of people we take for granted. They do certain things and we don't appreciate them for it. They could be family or just friends. I've got a friend that's been a blessing in my life. I call him a great man. I guess i could say he's like a sketch pen that colours the lives of those around him. He's not only been kind to me but to others around which makes him unique. His name is Osemwegie Omoruyi. If you ever meet him, say a big THANK YOU to him for me. Today, I couldn't find my wallet before church(and time was running out). I had to collect some amount i needed for tithe from him (I was going to find my wallet later anyway). He gave me and even paid for the fare(he does this normally, just trying to say that's not the point). Service was fun and WISDOM filled. Then I had to wait for a meeting afterwards and there was no change for him to give me. He had other stuffs t...