Youthfulperspectives

I have existed over greater than two decades and few seasons.  I have learned,  maybe experienced would suit it better.  Even unlike the forebearers of the clan I hail from.  I have fears.  Some may be funny and some am in a pensive mood about.  But all make me who i am. They have succeeded in accumulating over time.  Parents told me over my teenage years that I feared the fiery red lantern. I even feared the grimacing boys who threw stones around.  I feared my parents not buying my cherished toys.  The small flying plane I loved.  I have had fears over time.  I really fear I may not be able to realize all I have set out to do.  I fear I would let my acquaintances down.  I have also over time had a persistent fear of dogs.  Those four-legged hairy monsters.  I have never made a delicacy our of you so don't eye my legs.  They are even too tiny for you to gnaw at. And they are not tast...

   The scenario am going to paint is an accumulation of events which happened to your distinguished writer.  As I have observed in my little period of existence, many things go on in your mind,  yes your mind that has the ultimate power to order your steps in this marathon called life.  I realised this fully during my secondary school days which in my native country sprawled over a period of six(6) years.  When my secondary school education started,  in a missionary school in the southwestern part of the country.  Due to my strict upbringing in the close knit family of mine,  dad and mum already made the choice for us that we would all go to catholic secondary schools.  And mum added the option the school would have to be equipped with boarding facilities. And as she would say so we would not cause her high blood pressure due to the majority of us being boys.  She would say our stubbornness rank highly to the heavens. And as I am th...

So am in my tattered apparel, drenched to the bones.  People are of course rejoicing, cos it is the first rain of the year. Why are they happy? Am thinking. Are they not humans, they sure have their problems why are they so optimistic? Why has this kind of feeling eluded me? Can't they share their newly found happiness with me? Am I so hard to love, what have I done to be this hated?  Can't they realize am not supposed to live like this?  Don't they know I have dreams to fulfill too? why on earth do they pass me by chuckling, laughing and all? At least few notes given to me will do. Just for me to pass the day. It was not entirely my fault too just in case you have started judging me in your usual manner. The individual who claimed loved me did this. These revered men with their expensive toga do claim God created us all now.  where is he now when I need him?  I am now sleepy.  I have nowhere to lay my head. I am so scared of the wild ones....

    This should have been done a while back but as they would say in the usual "lingo" nothing spoil. Over the last few weeks, the social media has been inundated with calls to scrap the now dreaded special anti-robbery squad also known as "SARS". The highlight of calls which is the dreadful stories shared by citizens who has been at the receiving end of this gradually growing malaise. Twitter, a social interaction application has been at the centre of the call for the scrap of the unit of the Nigerian police force and it should be recalled that prominent leaders in this country have registered accounts on this app.       But a striking factor has been the silence of these leaders since the movement started. And as an handler rightly stated, "when its due we will remind them" in a democratic setting, which Nigeria claim to be one, accountability of leaders, prompt response to issues raised by the electorates and by extension the general populace should...

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN,                       I greet, I hail, I salute, and I doff my cap. Though I ought not to, but due to the fear of being spanked by my very hardworking English tutors who dropped balls of sweat to instill in my valiant-fearless mind the fact that every good letter must begin with a greeting. I also see no reason in asking about your relatives, for I know they are definitely doing well as a result of your hard work (sorry did I just say hard work? - pardon that erroneous error of mine). They are doing well as a result of your filthy deeds in which you all feed on the fruits of our labour which our fingers disciplined till they fed our eyes with pride. Please whosoever you are, “Sire or Ma’am”, I don’t know, but I’m a billion and twenty percent sure I’m a man who has seen the wake of over two hundred moons. I have just one face (very black one), a nose just like you do, two eyes, a mouth and two ears, but most ...