Am waiting for the day….

Am waiting for the day..,

An African coach will lead an African team to the World cup and win.

Am waiting for the day..,

Constant light in Nigeria won’t mean a thing.

Am waiting for the day..,

I can work in Lagos and live in Kano

Am waiting for the day..,

I can make calls for hours and not even know.

Am waiting for the day..,

Moving at night won’t be a nightmare from robbers and police.

Am waiting for the day..,

The banks in Nigeria won’t give me stories.

Am waiting for the day..,

Legislators won’t throw chairs and fight in public.

Am waiting for the day..,

The Nigerian youth can raise their heads in public

Am waiting for the day..,

Senators won’t drink our sorrows like tonic.

Am waiting for the day..,

They’ll realise it’s our lives them dey use to frolic

Am waiting for the day..,

There’ll be a 4th mainland bridge.

Am waiting for the day..,

I won’t be afraid whenever am sick.

Am waiting for the day..,

I won’t have to queue for an hour at the emergency ward.

Am waiting for the day..,

My country will finally stay on course.

Am waiting for the day..,

Our leaders will realise our problem’s isn’t peculiar.

Am waiting for the day..,

Investors will want to really come to Nigeria.

Am waiting for the day..,

Our country will be more conducive than another.

Am waiting for the day we’ll be proud to be Nigerian’s and not Diaspora.

Am waiting for the day..,

An African will find the cure to cancer.

Am waiting for the day..,

All these things I seek shall have an answer.

For our long do we wait for our futures to be bright?

For how long do we keep these hopes alive?

We are all waiting for the day…

We are waiting.

worth more than two weeks!

I met her at a time I needed a friend.


Flings I love to have but there has to be an end

A lover is easy but a friend is better

To get a mix of both needs a divine helper.

So I made her my friend first and kept the other side off

A good foundation I know will set me on the right course

They warned me not to be too much of a friend

Or before I know it all my yarns she no go send

We’ve been on for a few months and we seem to get on well

Am not Mr. Perfect but I really want to do well

They told and told me, but through my thick skull it won’t permeate

I keep telling myself everything else will fall in place

As long as we still relate and go on dates.

They say am not romantic…….I really got ticked

I read my horoscope….dang! It says the same thing

In matters of the heart, am like a village boy in Vegas

If I buzzed in your ear like a bee, would you hear my sound of nectar?

Or will it be the angry buzz of a dangerous insect that looks like a zebra?

If I danced and pranced like a multicolored deer

Would you understand it’s your love that makes me have no care?

If I painted you the rainbow, would you understand instead?

Would you know we’ll go through rough times, but still have a happy end?

How do I express bold colors of blue with a centre of deep red?

Would you know it means violets are blue and roses are red?

If I mixed peach and cream and gave it life with pink

Would you understand it’s the sight of you that makes me weak?

Would you understand if I made you different shades of green?

That I mean to say your love is like the wide blue sea and others dont mean a thing.

How do I put a frantic heart beat as full stop to a confession of love?

I wish to say these stuffs but in my throat they get held up.

And suddenly in two weeks you met a new toy

I was lost on the shelf cause you found a new boy

We’ve been on for a while but you say we are friends

I didn’t call for three days and you no even send

A new boy came along and sweeps you off on his shoulder

With his brand new range rover

Black interior seat leather sofa

Your hearts like a C.D and you want to put it in his 6 loader

Not checking to see for virus and others in his loader

If I am a friend and the sake of what we had at least listen to this,

Even if I grow very old with only two teeth’s

Don’t make a mistake; you’re worth more than two weeks!

Pimping my Crib 3

The D-Day 1


I woke up with a start! Took me like 5 seconds to reorient myself. I reached for my phone on my bed side shelf and checked the time. DANG! – Its just 6:48am. He said 7am.

Then I remembered the carpenter my brother called to come and remove the curtains and fixtures. I said my morning prayer and added a little, “I hope am not messing up God”.
I forgot to keep you guys up to date.

Gbenga from 6th sense came to my crib to check it out….a little too late.
I met another guy called LA and his own specialty was painting, and going through his stuffs, I had to put a small bowl under my lips, because I was drooling. His works look like something outta this world. If this guy could do this, then he was definitely handling my walls; 6th sense can take the rest. LA is a guy into interior design AND decoration and his works simply speak for themselves.
He even gave me a complementary c.d; I felt sort of important at the idea of two companies working for me.
”yea right, and they’re going to suck you dry too” my pessimistic side commented.

I kind of agreed; but I was not deterred.

“A step at a time” my optimistic side retorted. I held onto that.

LA kept in touch constantly and I honestly had no choice but to have it in mind. He sent me a quotation 3days later.

It’s the end of the month bozo!, what else do you expect, your pay packs coming in so the first to take a bite takes the best’ it was that short black guy again. I just ignored him. But he’s been a good friend a couple of times.

LA was a little on the high side. But luckily for me and him, I had a business deal that came through in time. So I just ear marked the money for it. Sharp, sharp! I called up my brother to get the rest. We’re in this together naa…abi?

So a day before the painting will commence, we came around so we can compare results, I and my brother picked a few designs we liked so he’s going to incorporate that with what ever he has in mind. I mean, am giving him a free hand to do me something …breath taking.

So I paid him the first installment as agreed. No going back now.

The little black guy in the pointed shoes didn’t make any remarks… So far; oh well.

‘NO GOING BACK NOW DUDE” I didn’t know if it was the pessimistic guy in the funny shoes or my optimistic saintly part speaking. Both seem to agree right now, which is very seldom.

A quick peep into my brothers room to check up on him (I always do that, morning and night, don’t know why, I just do).

He was scattered all over his bed as usual; with the room looking chaotic, like a tsunami passed through. But to my brother, everything is just where he wanted them.

His friend, (I call him inspector gadget) who is just like my brother was also on his bed in front of his laptop again; which to him is very normal.

I went to the kitchen lazily rubbing my belly. Checked my gas top to see if it was in the off position, I always do that. A quick peep into my sink to check how clustered it was…. good... very! Not that I am going to do anything about it, which is also normal. They’ll sort it out when they wake, like they always do. I just have this thing about clustered sinks. I run away because I can’t stand it. I once threw out the plates when I came back after 3 days away on a business trip and found decayed food in the plates in the sink. I couldn’t imagine me washing them talk less of using them again.

I came out of the kitchen and…..ohhhhhh, I popped back into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Who knows, something edible could be there. Which rarely is. Even when you leave something in the fridge, it just………..disappears before morning. I still don’t believe Don Capon can open fridges yet. I shuddered at the thought.

There was noting edible, except for an orange. Naaaaaaaaaa.

I went back to bed and snoozed. Suddenly I heard a knocking sound. Someone was using an hammer to remove something.

Haaa…. The carpenter seems to be here. I checked my time 7:15am. I jumped up and came out. Saw my brother sitting at the dinning table monitoring the guy.

‘How far?’ I asked

‘I dey’ he replied followed by a quick high five. That was our good morning. I went back into my room to snooze some more. i took a some pictures of my crib as it was before renovations start.

SLOW AND STEADY

Today is a weekend and I decided to start with the most obvious thing on my agenda. My pathetic looking television; so I decided to rebrand by going to one world to check them out. I’ve already been there twice going over the prices of everything I’ll need in my house. Nigeria still has a long way to go, they can’t even do credit facilities. ‘Only for people or companies we recognize sir’. One of the female attendants told me once in a high pitched voice. Like who? I asked just for the fun of it.

‘like Dangote or banks sir..but we’ll need to call and verify even with banks’ I smiled faintly. Banks are getting there’s too…lol I thought to myself.

I already called up one of my friends to help with the transportation of the t.v.

5.00pm:

I left for one world with my friend and since I had come earlier to pay for it, I just had to pick it up. It was a 29” television fall screen. (I even got a discount).

We stuffed the television in the back of the car and left for my crib.

I just first dumped it on the rug and went back out with my friend. Making sure I locked my door, and even double checked it.

Chapter3

Work was a bitch today; I had to finish up on a project I’ve been working on for two weeks now. Had only breakfast and now am famished. I got home after enduring the 3rd mainland bridge traffic as usual. Today was fair. I used only 45minutes in traffic.

Opening my door, I was greeted by a faint smell, now this is not the normal smell of my crib. Well, at least not all the time. I dropped my bag off on the dinning table all the while sniffing and trying to figure out where the smell was coming from. It kept wavering in and out. It seemed to be coming from my kitchen. arrrrr….

I went straight to my gas cooker. I had two pots on it, a slight premonition crept on me but I opened the pot anyway; Pshew! I gave a sign of relieve, ‘thank God’ I said under my breath. My pot of turkey soup was still intact. The alluring smell awakened my stomach to the fact that I hadn’t eaten for close to 9hours now. It growled audibly as I replaced the lead. I consoled my stomach with mental pictures of a big feast it will be enjoying in a bit. It seemed to work….for now.

I opened the second pot. The white rice I boiled was spoilt. But that was not the smell. It seems to be coming from under my cupboard. I bent low….AARRRRR……the sickly smell was strong. Have I finally killed Don Capon? I dared to hope. Quickly I searched under my pile of food stuffs and …BINGO! I saw a tail. Yuck. It was just a minor rat that ate the poison I bought (nonsense). I held it gingerly by the tail and proceeded towards my front door when …fffiiaaaaaaamm!. I saw through my peripheral a slightly bigger rat than the one I just assassinated go past my fridge and went right under the door. It was DON CAPON! I could have sworn that rat would win a formula one race. That guy can’t be chased; he’s just too fast and smart for an ordinary rat. You never see him fully, only with your peripheral. He’s the size of two thumbs and can pass under any door at the speed of light. He moved in a few months right after I did, and I only want to ask him who he paid house rent to, and why he has to share my raw food, spilling them on the floor too. I kill every rat but not him. Naaaa, he’s just too freaking smart. Maybe he came to give his padi his last rights. Who knows? ‘I’ll get you some day’ I told myself. I went to throw the dead fella out and came back in. no remorse. I just took a life that has been disturbing me.

I relaxed a bit and absent mindedly strolled into my kitchen, warmed the pot of soup and made some eba. Haaa. This is life.