Iro okan

A good friend and fellow by professional affiliation shared with me a while ago how he was close to being kicked out of the house. According to him, his dad had said he had until his 31st birthday to get a job and by extension his own apartment. The twist to the story is ny hommie was only a few weeks shy of his 31st birthday when he shared it. Ironically, he was nowhere close to finding let alone securing a 9-5. Rather, hommie shares the same game as yours truly here. While it can indeed be comforting to be part of a community of like minded players as I do courtesy of the IVD and the CChub, it nevertheless takes nothing away from the truth. That reality that has you queuing for BRTs in the mornings and jumping molues (the bigger ones that now run Oshodi to Mile2 can best be termed 'trailers' with 100 seating, 200 standing and at least dozens by the doors). That it takes a miracle to arrive safely at home everyday is surely not lost on my consciousness hence a public gratitude to God here before I move on. Arriving home to darkness, street food or junks before hitting the sheets only to wake up midway into the morning occasionally in cold showers of sweat that serve reality checks; or regularly with outstanding tasks appearing in form of dreams. Anyways, gratitude follows in short prayers. The next you already guessed. Cycle continues. Well, I was thinking lately if by chance my parents have been mulling any idea similar to the one handed to my hommie. Hmm, for all of dad's niceties, I'm not getting carried away. Siju's may well be sealed with a foetus *big grin*. Mum's already indicated this is the last year of support as she's helping to offset my debts. I recently sought her opinion on a poultry idea I woke up to in what I now describe as an epiphany gone wrong. Her instant response almost led to the typical mother and son fight. What I took home from the episode was a reminder that this house belongs to her (and dad): reality check 101. And so, just as I'd just begun to add the status of a farmer to my experience, it was cut short. Now that I'm mulling the idea of enrolling in a school of journalism (after reading Yemisi Ogbe's article, "Nigerians don't crash, we bounce") in the hope I can further make something of my writing in say investigative reporting as a freelance thus allowing me ample time for pixel pushing and coding, I risk being termed crazy. Not a bad label in my world if you consider the harsher "unserious" tag. *sighs* time to hit the road back to the metropolis aka chaosprolis. I have the original illustrations for asa's flagship but I'm due at the MAUlag tomorrow or Friday with an appointment with those folks I used to marvel at while within the four-walled security that the alma mater provided. Yep, the theatre arts is where I'm due to visit for some required resources. Hey, kudos to you Lai of the CCHub for the insight. Man, it is well. I reckon it'd be good to point Siju to this blog for updates but I gotta be careful for all the revelations herein. My honest confession is how hard it is for me to lie to my journals. This monster seeks nothing short of the truth in expression hence I'm obliged to serve it as is: fresh! So, I see the blessing in how the monster ties with asa even for adults given recent expressions of interest in my contents but I've either got to change its target user from kids or come up with something crafty for the agbas. Not yet for the latter as asa's yet to start with original contents though I have some fairly good ideas, trust me. The adult market is a good one too given I can serve uncensored contents without batting an eyelid :-). Nothing out of context in case the mind's wandering. But then, now that I touched on it, isn't it a wonder how the adult market (in the entertainment sense of it as you've rightly thinking *wink*) is left hardly untapped? I mean, anyone heard of the Australian pornopreneur whose niche market was for the physically challenged. Going further, I wonder who takes care of their needs here as I suspect our ladies-of-easy-virtues (it'd help their image if we referred to them with sweet sounding phrases) aren't as creative as the Australian. I'd seen the docu on cable sometime ago and marvelled at her brilliance (business wise). Well, 'what can I serve' is the question so I'm letting the thought off the hook as I'm not one for venturing into anything for the sake of financial gratification alone. Besides, no parent would allow their kids near my product if they knew my brand also catered for the adult market which daddy himself may be tempted to explore in secrecy. I mean, who wants to share same platform of indulgence with their kids? Crazy thinking but well within the boundaries of a qualified adult.