Candid Pens

MS SIZE 18 The fear of hunger is the beginning of wisdom. Well, those who know me well won't be surprised that I started today's post with a quote about food. We can't help who we are right? 😁 Before going to bed last night, I made sure I cooked a pot full of spaghetti with pleeeenty onions and panla fish scattered inside. I had a sound sleep last night knowing there was a pot of my favorite food waiting to be consumed in the morning 😉  Emi, omo ounje fun ara e!! I had to move from the Mainland to Island so I was up from 4 am, said my prayers, had my bath, got dressed, warmed my yummy spaghetti , packed it in my newest food container, and off I went. I couldn't help humming happily as I walked to the road to get a bus. My journey to Oshodi was smooth, Oshodi to Obalende was smoother because in less than 10 minutes into the journey, I knocked it off and didn't even stir until the man seated next to me tapped me to inform me we were at the last bus-stop (...

I think whoever designed this system is not fair. My thought is that everything seem to be working in circle. We all seem to be trailing the same path without knowing it. I used to think that there will be an end to this strife. Like an end to all the struggle here. This does not exempt anyone; both rich and poor, young and old, privileged and less privileged. All of us do work in a circle in reality. Life is full of deception, we all think that the achievement of a goal, will lead to satisfaction, but really does it? Or it leads to developing another interest? I bet you know the answer. I feel the chase after money should have brought satisfaction to many who perhaps at the moment have more than enough! But alas, what we have is that these sets of people want it even more as soon as they acquire some of it. Now, who is deceiving who? Is life deceiving us or we are fooling ourselves? My thought is that, we have been deceived by the system. The system's came with a lot of as...

I have always wondered why things don't turn out the way we so wish. At times, we have great expectations at a very tender age but when we grow a little older, we realise its only a mere child's dream. Well, in all honesty, life is built in such a way that we'll only keep asking questions, we'll perhaps ask more than we can answer but in all, our hope is built on precepts laid down for us by our predecessor, in a way! All that a man is, is his experience from, perhaps his background, and what he got exposed to in the course of his journey through life. However fast, we want things to be achieved, they will always play out in their own time. We have been told, be serious, face your studies, pass your exams, get a very good result and you get a good job and get a very good life. Well, some will say, that's not their own case, as they were told something different, since their own path wasn't in that line (I.e formal school education). But, the same theme...

Really, I think everything is just complicated. I see people around, I see them talk to the people in their circle, but in a way, the person that knows them, knows someone that knows you. Then I  conclude, life is like a net and we all are wired in it. Life is a small place, I see loads of people and I think aren't we too much? You know when you see too many people and you don't know any of them. Well, I think God has a point to prove there. I kept wondering if one can ever do a thing and get away with it, well, I still think, either now or later all action or inaction will get a just recompense. My candid thought is that, i wish we are a little smaller than this, like less populated than this, so that I can get to meet everyone and be everybody's friend. But, if wishes were horses even beggars would ride too. I think God is indeed more than man in every way. Life is designed in a way that the more questions we ask, the more questions it birthed, and the path tend to...

                                               It’s   the end of 2017, oh no no! You are reading this in 2018. Anyways, this season is usually characterized with a lot of talks, songs and pictures that depict the mood and set the pace for a new year and a new beginning. This period of the year, people are more inclined to lending their voices and sharing their stories (lol that’s exactly what I am doing). Some folks either close or not so close to you, might want to give advice on what you should or shouldn’t be doing come 2018, before you give a listening ear to such advice please read. It was in a past not so long ago, I was a17 year old ss3 student in a, not too promising secondary school. I had a lot of questions and doubt, but that is under...

The rudiments of life is in books!!! Available only to those who go the extra With books there occurs an implosion of knowledge, insights, impartation of new horizons built in between pages and sheets that confines. 'We are in the hands of the author who's leading us along, taking us through twists and turns We stay in our seats, we turn the pages, happily enslaved by the suspense' Books provides us with good moments that connects us to a higher realm of knowledge It is chiefly through books that we enjoy intercourse with superior minds Books provides a link between generations It serves as an ultimate guide to the unborn generation It provides links between minds and thoughts The greatest instructor ever, creates sensation that fills the air bringing every word to a state of experience Books teaches, it exposes, it influences, it creates, it motivates, it enriches and leads into the past world and happening A mind enlarges by it's pages A reader of ma...

MY UNFORGETTABLE CHRISTMAS EXPERIENCE 24th Dec, early 2000s..... It was early in the morning around 7am, a time when the sky is rough with blue as if a 4years old had just painted on a white cardboard. Christmas was around the corner, and as the usual order of things, the neighborhood was noisy with lots of chicken crying for mercy. We were still young, and you know how young ones can be so passionate about Christmas chicken. Mother was going out for one more shopping before Christmas, she woke my brother and I to check on the chicken she bought some days earlier and warned us not to tamper with them, (mothers! they always know when something big is about to happen, they just don't know what, when, where and how it'll happen). All six of them were kept in a temporary home built for them at the backyard; on getting there we found one of the chicken looking sober as if it knew what will soon befall them. My brother had a thing for animals, he couldn't bare th...