This piece is short, precise and straight to the point. Issues raised therein may be obvious and simple, but their implications have far reaching consequences. I will be asking few questions that you can relate with, and answering them honestly will grant you clarity and direction for the New Year. A brief about 2020 I was conversing with a friend yesterday before I started this piece. I asked her about this year and all she could tell me was: "This year was Omoh... E be things" (A Nigerian will know and relate with this phrase). What is your perfect description for the year 2020? P personally, the year 2020 has been life-defining for me. Has it been a tough year? Yes, it has. Has it been challenging? OF course. I strongly believe we all can look back and see milestones and watersheds we have used to marked out experiences of the year 2020. It will be said that 2020 was the year that the world was plunged by a pandemic, setting the whole of humanit

  T wo nights ago, I was conversing with a friend. She told me that she has phobia for two things: taking pictures and using voice notes while chatting on the social media. Well, I told her knowing her phobias is halfway way solving them and growing through them. One of the ways we grow and evolve is facing our fears headlong, and this does not happen in our comfort zones. We all have fears. Fears that stare us in the face every day. Two things will always happen when it comes to our fears; we either face them, grow through the process or they stare us intimidatingly and keep us in their grip continuously. Whichever way, we always have a choice – face your fears or they scare the life out of you. In one of my recent piece on putting yourself out there, I highlighted that one of the major reasons people find it hard to put themselves out there is fear. Fear of criticism and public scrutiny, fear of failure and fear of so many factors that are often unknown. And

  T wo weeks ago, we had a meeting with the chamber of BookTroverts (a book club I am part of). The meeting was scheduled for 2pm, but we could not start till around few minutes to 3pm. For the three of us who were early, we got talking on time, timing and the concept of African time. We did asked several questions, cited some relevant instances and raised quite a number of issues that need answering and can form a major societal discourse. Have you ever asked yourself who invented African time and popularized it? I mean who in his right sense would propound such a concept? Who were its early apostles? Who were those responsible for passing the culture of African time from one generation to another even to our generation? Because there is such thing as Africa time, does that mean Africans have their time separately or more than 24 hours in a day? Truth is I can go on and on asking several questions on African time and I bet you, there won’t be justifiable univer

FOOTPRINTS... where does yours lead?   G rowing up as a village boy, I only got to see beaches in text books and mostly in the few movies I was privileged to have seen. Two things always fascinate me about the beach: first is the shore that avail people space to sit and relax. Second is the footprints of people walking around the beach, some are being washed away immediately after the waters surge over it and some stay a bit longer before they get erased in one way or the other. As we journey through life, for the entire brief time allocated to us to live, we are constantly leaving behind us footprints, trails and traces of where we have been, and where we eventually ended in life. Worthy of note here is the truth that regardless of how great or otherwise your footprints were or are, others are planting their feet in them. This is one reality in life that if most people integrate as they daily live, it will largely determine the manner with which they live

    A lmost a month ago I shared on “Things for Life and not Life for things”. The focus of that piece hinged on life coming first before things. It buttressed the fact that technological gadgets are made by us and for us and not us for them. Hence we should not let them be the parameters with which we define and measure life. Rather, we are to make them serve us and not the other way round. This piece will build on “ Things for Life and not Life for things” and take it a bit further, make it a bit specific and more practical. Some of the issues I will raise here may not sit down well with you because they are purely my sentiments and for that, I apologize. I have two very inquisitive and curious cousins, both of them are teenagers. Whenever I am come around, I am sure of Q & As sessions on barrage of issues. Well, sometimes in the first quarter of this year, the youngest had his Facebook account and oh, it became an achievement of the century for him. He

  Put Yourself Out There – You’ve got nothing to lose   I t was December 31 st , 2015, cross-over night into the year 2016. Prior to that, I had been thinking of writing something a bit different from the conventional Happy New Year message to my friends . Hence, I created a broadcast list on my WhatsApp, wrote some few lines that had nothing to do with the Yuletides but will sure help on the journey of the year. Well, that was how it all began for me. True, I have always loved inspiring and motivating people to be their best since I was a teenager, I desire to see that people live life to the fullest, this is why I resolved into writing. What was meant to be just a New Year message, turned out to be a daily broadcast that run for eight months. It was hard, tasking on my writing ability but a worthwhile exercise. 2017 was a decisive year for me, the year I finished my National Youth Service and took some life shaping decisions afterwards such as starting t

NOTE:         This is going to be one of my shortest writings lately, I hope I pass the message with these few words. I t was a praise and worship Sunday, the first Sunday in the month of October, I was not sure if I was ready for the day as I dragged tired unwilling self to church. Well, going to church that day eventually paid. Amidst the rapturous rhythm and melody of the music that overwhelmed the atmosphere, the massive energetic display of youthful dance and the sacred devotion offered to God through all these, my heart was drawn to something. I took notice of an aged woman whom I have known for like nine years now in the church. Yes, it is a student church and you can as well just imagine the kind of strength present in such environment especially on a praise and worship Sunday. However, the strength, determination and concentration the old woman gave into her dance was enchanting and one of a kind. Q uickly, my heart was drawn to