Vacuum Of Distance.

Each night I sit on this fading porch,
Whistling away into the ears of the dark,
Tho you’re far a thousand miles away,
A greater distance spans my heart,
My mouth smiles, yet tears fill my eyes,
For the many unfulfilled fantasies of (4) Continue reading “Vacuum Of Distance.”



#In the spirit of valentine!

A 10-15 story line of people’s valentine day celebration/story.

#1.  From Lisa’s Fiction Box:  So it happens that we are in the spirit of love but I ain’t got no loving, I mean I am tired of the rants about valentine’s day that  has been on for the past two days and finally valentine is here! hippie! this is my Meet My Valentine story inspired by one televised short clip.

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A man once discover a ladder that led to greatness and began to climb, he climbed so high that he got exceedingly great. Everyone marveled at his greatness and wished to be like him, there were people who had hopes of achieving every possible dream they could achieve but never had the means to, they strive day and night but they couldn’t measure up to standard with the man.

Continue reading “BRIDGES, NOT WALLS.”

Another Story Message From Joseph.


I  look up just in time as the water splash on my face, the roof is leaking, it rains and i am cold. I have on a rag piece of cloth to cover myself, that is all I am left with in this prison after the queen tried to rape me. For I refused to sleep with her, I cannot commit such great wickedness against the lord.

“Art thou well brother?” I spoke to Titus, my prison mate, he is not looking good, his forehead forms a crease as his elbow prop against his thigh.

Continue reading “Another Story Message From Joseph.”

Official Welcome to 2016 Story.


  1. The walls smelt red, the sacrifices that laid on the cold floor scared you to death but you needed answers.
  1. “What do you want?” Speak! Chief Priest malizu barked and the walls echoed.
  1. Trembling, you spoke ” err…the thing is, err… I don’t know why I do not have money,  i barely have money to take care of myself let alone my families…”

Continue reading “Official Welcome to 2016 Story.”

African Time Mentality Story.

You are excited to have gotten a lead on a job, you need it because you are tired of being unproductive. It’s not like you are entirely unproductive, you have  some personals going on but you need a push called ‘actual work’. It could save up time when you are busy lazying about the house.

You got to the scene of the job interview, what did he say was the job offer again? A presenter job, don’t you love to talk? Yes you do. Remember you passed the test after sending a voice recording of a supposed talk show. Your lead thought it was pretty cool but you needed  the main boss to decide.
He said to get there by 9am. You love to keep to time, get to business and be done with, after all this was an interview that could fetch  a job, money speaking.

You began to dream about the possibilities, you are a big dreamer and a good chaser, you spread all the obvious and  played it in your head. You got there some minutes passed 9am, you wished you had gotten there a earlier and promise to apologize for the lateness, traffic was not an excuse.

What shocked you was the venue, it wasn’t a studio, no. It was a pretty looking posh hair salon. “What’s this?” You cannot comprehend but then you always love to see the end before making your conclusions so you waited and waited till eternity. You tried interacting with some of the girls working there to get an hint of exactly what the job was but to no avail. By 10am another girl, a job candidate walked in, she didn’t seem to worry about coming late. You both waited. You were getting impatient and the TV that kept you a little busy with its showbiz was not appealing to you anymore. You scan the place, it was all about hair, quite fanciful, for a hair basin or was it a washer that you saw?

You mused. It made the customer lean back in a relaxed way while the hair was washed. You looked at pictures on the wall, the girls were fine in their different hairstyles, you checked your watch, no, you didn’t wear a wrist watch so you checked your phone for the time. It’s 12noon, you call your lead. Again.
“What’s happening?  I have been waiting since” you declared.
“He is coming”. the voice on the other line replied.
You waited again. Someone,  a guy came and told you the boss would soon be on his way. You marveled and remarked. “So he has only started his journey? ”

You are getting pissed. You thought about how people do not value time. What kind of man would  keep someone waiting for hours just for a job interview? Who the hell does he think he is, delaying your life, putting it on hold like he own it. You could be doing something else. Writing or maybe reading! In fact lazying about on your android phone was better off! The other girl seemed relaxed, you watched her and shook your head, she talked a little about the job, you are uninterested. A woman came and talked to you and her, said something about the job, they needed replacement for a woman who just put to bed and is leaving a particular show she host. Fine! That’s cool. Let’s get on with it. No, you have to wait for the boss. One man.

It is already 2pm. You are mentally exhausted just from waiting in unfamiliar territory, you walked outside with the girl, the other guy kept saying the boss was coming. You thought about your transport fare and the stress coming all the way, you approached the woman selling fried plantain and bought some to stop your tommy from tearing apart. You checked your watch, looked towards the hair salon gate and crossed the road, you are going the hell home and no one is stopping you. You were very vexed. You got to the bus stop, about boarding the bus when your lead calls.

The boss just arrived.

Hell! You don’t give a hoot! You are not going back. That boss or whatever he is lacks discipline  and doesn’t value time or even people. Who the hell does he think he is? You are not desperate, you muttered. The girl may probably never get the job anyways. This is Nigeria and in this game, they needed competition, like a thousand. They always do, the boss was probably killing time, waiting for more fishes to come, he must have heard you were only two, just saying.

But you have been there before, during your modeling days. If competition  ain’t up to a thousand and they haven’t ‘tested’ all the girls, there ain’t gonna be any show. And the organisers never keep to time. 9am meant 1pm. It was always yes, always a waste of time. So you knew and really hated it. You were going to lash out on your lead when you got home. On BBM.

Wadup people! Welcome to Naija. Where African time mentality thrives. Let me explain to my lovely subs, you see.. if you need to attend an interview, occasion or even a party and they tell you time is 8am to start. Don’t disturb yourself rushing and thinking you would miss anything. Get there 12 midnight next day, that’s when they would get started. Event planners are also not helping neither are the people events are planned for. While the event planner or organizer relies on African time to start an event, the person(s) to attend such event also stick to African time knowing the event won’t start until they have arrived. Look, if your guests refuse to be on seat by 10am sharp or a little past, please by all means start your event! Let them come and meet the party over. And if you come on time and the event hasn’t started,  please approach the organizers or planners, enmasse preferably and shout on their heads, talk some sense about  timing to them. Better still, my favourite, threaten to spoil the show… ( oops! You didn’t hear that from me).

Why don’t you start an event at exactly the time you say it would start? And if at all circumstances change, time should only be affected by just a little past the actual time! Stop killing the value of time and please do value time. Let your 8am be 8am! Thank you!

This mentality has eaten so deep that it happens just everywhere and anywhere. The mindset is always “it won’t start on time or we would get there, African time things” please wake up. Time is very essential and the clock is ticking, counting days into years where it reminds us of how much we achieved or didn’t. You say time is money but never live up to it. Time is precious and should be strictly adhered to for maximum outputs.

Let’s stop this african time mentality. Africa doesn’t have or create time. Time is time in itself. Simple!

Have you ever been a victim of the African time mentality or had an experience surrounding it? please do hit the comment box and share. This post MAY also be updated to share people’s African time mentality.

Time I drop this pen.