Our purpose in life, the purpose of our existence is simple to the enlightened, but complex to those yet to be exposed to the truth – the reality of life. The mind has accumulated so much conflicting doctrines and beliefs that has made focus an impossible thing. These thoughts have brought forth depression and derangement, but knowing the truth, not your truth but TRUTH makes a lot of difference. Continue reading “Journey To God Realization”
As it is the culture of most Nigerian homes to dine with chicken during xmas period, well, ours weren’t different. My dad got two but the other was just a little lad of a chicken as we nurse hope of killing it on Easter. We killed the other and believe me, the taste was divine cause i cooked it myself. I could still perceive the tempting aroma as i write and with every gulp, i savour it. Continue reading “The painful story of Chicky”
Why were we born just to die? Why does tomorrow looks so bright now only for it to turn darky and blurry the next moment? Never in my life have i cried so much for a stranger. I just couldn’t even hold a drop of tears as i watch fans and families of these Brazilian players morn their own.
A story is told of a king whose hobby was haunting. A week would not pass and he did not go for some hunting expedition. He always went with Jon, a close friend with whom he grew up. The friend has a habit of looking at every situation that ever occurred in his life-positive or negative – and will remark, “This is good!”.
When we have walked for like 30 kilometers, I witnessed the unexpected. I mean, something that i haven’t seen since yesterday of my lost to the unknown. Right at that moment, i could see two men in cooperate attire coming toward our lane.
I was in class, bored to death cause the lecturer was lecturing like someone reading from a book. I logged into my Xender and a video came in. Was lucky enough cause I got kicked out seconds later from the other end of the wireless transfer.
My mind wanted to explore beyond the boundary and I allowed it to wander without restrictions placed. It wondered through a dark tunnel like a being and my ears and sense of smell became very much alive.
Sitting upon the bench suited at the garden as the setting sun slowly hide itself at the far off mountain. The hovering wind was endlessly fighting with the trees as my cloth join the combat, swaying around with the directions of the wind as if dragging me to the unknown, to the uncertain of all places.