With all the gloom & doom stories everywhere, the thought of something, anything, to celebrate is a welcome one. When darkness is at its max, even a flicker of light is enough to spark hope! And maybe you remember those days, when an on & off flash of the bulb will get the whole street screaming…. NEPA!! 

It’s obvious we’ve been in a season of madness. The Nigeria pot of commotion is almost boiling over. Everything that can go wrong is going wrong. Fires everywhere! And many people are busy ‘quenching’ the fires by pouring petrol on its flames! And that notwithstanding the fuel price increase! 

There are mouse traps & there are mouth traps! One may catch you rats, while the other is to catch you ratting. The traps make victims of the simple & simpletons. And as with all snares, going in is easy & unintentional, but coming out, even with utmost intentionality, is difficult! 

It was Buck Owens that wrote the song titled, “Under the influence of love”. Here’s the second stanza: “For I was under the influence of love; I wonder now what I was thinking of; Yes I was so in love I let her hurting me though I knew better; under the influence of love”. Kai! There should be an autopsy for that kinda love! 

‘Wayo’ na terrible thing! To hail a con artist may be similar to celebrating a murderer. Fraudsters can damage lives irreparably. And even when people recover after an encounter with ‘419’ thieves, their trust in humanity never fully recovers!

Medical science sure knows how to give a big name to anything dis-ease. Some of the names can knock the breath out of the hopeful. Ok, take this one. That tongue bump is called, transient lingual papillitis, and that funny hiccup takes this biggie, synchronous diaphragmatic flutter! 

Being criticized is not an emergency situation! It may not even be critical; unless it is for killing unarmed young protesters! Chei! But then, we all get criticized for not saying it right, not getting it done, not doing enough, coming late or coming too early, not having ‘the right attitude’ etc. Sometimes, we even get criticized just for being alive! 

Mountain climbing is supposedly a fun activity. And it’s not Brazilian samba. It may be fun ascending to the top of the world & having a clear view of everything for miles all around, but getting there takes strength, skill, supervision, steadfastness & succor. It can be dangerous too. Many people die, disappear or get hurt in the attempt. 

“We move!” as meaning any of these three: carrying on regardless of the situation; coming in agreement with your ‘peeps’ to go for something; or letting slide something that was supposed to happen, to continue your hunt.