Some few weeks back, seven of us were asked to write a piece on “A Place I call home” in our Booktroverts family, within fractions of seconds, I got lost into series of thoughts that finally streamed into streams and oceans of practical meditation. Even now that my fingers are punching these letters on my keypad, I cannot say I have fully deciphered the connotative and denotative meaning of what home is; hence the words that flowed and followed  these ones are just a feeble attempt at scratching the concept of a place I call home. At the sound of the monosyllabic word “Home” what imagery piqued the curiosity of your mental faculty and reasoning? A structure or building erected with a father, mother and handful of kids right? Trust me that is the first imagery that will plunge our minds from the onset just like A, B, C, D, invade us at the sound of the alphabets. Well! I know you have your understanding and concept of home, permit me to humbly share with you my little insight o

Sometimes last year I wrote and published  a piece titled “Ours to change” and inferring from the current unfolding of events in our nation, I am left with no option than to retouch this piece and  share it again as it carries some nuggets that will guide us as we go to the 2019 polls. However, the burden I have is heavier than this single piece; hence I will try to capture that which is relevant for the season – the general elections. “ NEXT LEVEL”, “ LETS GET NIGERIA WORKING AGAIN ”; I know these two slogans strike a chord in your faculty of reasoning. However, do they in anyway provoke nostalgic and saddening thoughts in your mind? Can you say with a significant degree of certitude that you are comfortable with the pragmatic connotative and denotative meaning of these words? As long as these words are concern, the questions can go on and on in quest of finding constructive, society-oriented and definite answers that will go down history. Right now, politics in Nigeria h

It is a bitter pill of life that any man or woman that desire to stand the test of time must swallow, yet when you swallow it you become the enemy of many in the society. It is trampled upon daily by men and their schemes, yet it prevails with time and always stands tall at the end of the day. You can frustrate it but it cannot prostrate to you. When you hear the word truth, what comes to your mind? Just like the word “Love”, it is very obvious that truth over the years has received subjective, myopic and relative interpretations and applications by many people. Hence, you can hear someone saying: “What is true for you is true for you and what is true for me is true for me”. Such statement about truth has kept me in constant dialectics within myself. Truth is the state or quality of being true. It entails faithfulness, fidelity, conformity to fact or reality, correctness and accuracy. In its real sense and essence truth is everything that negates to falsehood, deceit, hypo

Few years back, I was discussing with one of my course mate and friend while in school, and he said something that pushed me into thinking; he said that “Patience is a virtue given to mortals to scale through the challenges of this short life”. Afterward, I kept asking myself a lot of questions about patience and I finally came to realize that patience is not only a virtue, but a life formed in extraordinary men/women over time. So whenever you are patient with a situation or a person, you are just showing how extraordinary you are. Growing up as a farm boy, this analogy has kept me going hitherto; Patience is one virtue all farmers possess, in fact, no one can be a successful farmer without patience. From day one of the farming season, to the last day of harvesting, patience keeps the farmer going. The farmer clears the field, ploughs it, plant/sow whatever he want to plant/sow, wait for the rain and ensure to carry out all other processes that will lead to a bumper harvest at