THE FATHER THERE IS A GENERATION OF MEN in Nigeria, born two decades before Nigeria’s independence (1960) and during the period of independence, they subscribe to the belief that labor, builds character. It is a principle that they place above all else and they are not wrong, labor does in fact build character – at least some aspects of character. No amount of labor has thought these men to keep it in their pants, not even when it invites more labor and hardship for them. However, I believe that something may have been lost in the translation or application of this principle by a good number of these men because somewhere along the line, the word labor was subconsciously substituted for masochism in their psyche until suffering came to equal labor in their minds. ( It explains for instance why these men consider eating three meals a day, living with your parents or attending school as the height of luxury). Tade was one of such men. Of the many snacks availa...
About Me
Just so you know…
I’m not a
particularly bright scholar and I wouldn’t win the prize for the most artistic,
athletic or interesting person. I’m not the life of a party; I do not consider
myself social. I’ve never been top of my class and as at the time of this
writing, I am not extraordinarily wealthy.
The questions I
can imagine you asking are these;
What in the world am I doing writing about yourself
and the people you know?
What kind of drugs has deluded you into thinking your
stories matters if you hold no position of value or interest?
For those of you who know me, you’re probably thinking, drugs and for those who do not, your conclusion might be that I’m crazy… no promises on that end
To answer your
questions or mine;
I believe that
the position I find myself in today is unique enough to give me a relatively
objective view into the lives of the people who make up my generation and my life.
I also have this fear that I might one day forget where I came from or forget
those that helped and contributed to who I am today.
So this book is
a tribute to them.
It is still a wondrous
thing to me, that I still have a piece of the original me made by God, left
somewhere inside of me because I can definitely tell, you my readers, that I
couldn’t have made it here without the influence of these people I’m writing
about, in my life.
No Really!
Don’t laugh or make a joke about this.
I am serious!
You doubt it?
How could I ever have understood that if a guy spits
in your mouth, it means that he is passionately in love with you?
Or perhaps I should tell you that getting dumped on
your head by your tall friend will give you more brains?
Exciting
right?!
Winks!!!
Well there’s
more to come if you read on.
I won’t give
out the real names of those who taught me this stuff – To protect their identities – and
I will not give out real locations for those of you who will do anything to
hunt down and trace stories and people.
In other words, Stalkers
and News Hounds, Back off!!!
For those of
you, who know me, please keep in mind that I intend to tell the most ridiculous
stories that I can recall about you…
Hey, RE- lax!!!
I’ll leave out
that mess you created and will probably get you sued in today’s world.
Have a fun time
reading about me and the people I know!
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