The content of this blog is not the figment of imagination but the recollection in word or prose of events as they occur to three powerful minds.

Names have been changed to protect the innocent and spare the guilty of vilification.


El contenido de este blog no es el producto de la imaginacion, pero el recuerdo de palabra o de la prosa de los acontecimientos a medida que se producen a tres mentes poderosas.

Nombres han sido cambiados para proteger a los inocentes y los culpables de repuesto en caso de difamacion.


Wednesday, July 29, 2009

M on: It looks Bad but it's the best thing that happened to you

This is a cut and paste that inspired me © Phil Evans
The story is told of a king in Africa who had a close friend with whom he grew up. The friend had a habit of looking at every situation that ever occurred in his life (positive or negative) and remarking, "This is good!"

One day the king and his friend were out on a hunting expedition. The friend would load and prepare the guns for the king. The friend had apparently done something wrong in preparing one of the guns, for after taking the gun from his friend, the king fired it and his thumb was blown off. Examining the situation, the friend remarked as usual, "This is good!"

To which the king replied - "No, this is not good!" and proceeded to send his friend to jail.

About a year later, the king was hunting in an area that he should have known to stay clear of. Cannibals captured him and took him to their village. They tied his hands, stacked some wood, set up a stake and bound him to the stake.

As they came near to set fire to the wood, they noticed that the king was missing a thumb. Being superstitious, they never ate anyone who was less than whole. So untying the king, they sent him on his way.

As he returned home, he was reminded of the event that had taken his thumb and felt remorse for his treatment of his friend. He went immediately to the jail to speak with his friend.

"You were right," he said, "it was good that my thumb was blown off." And he proceeded to tell the friend all that had just happened." And so, I am very sorry for sending you to jail for so long. It was bad for me to do this."

"No," his friend replied, "This is good!"

"What do you mean, 'This is good'? How could it be good that I sent my friend to jail for a year?"

"If I had not been in jail, I would have been with you, and not here with you right now."

In a very unusual way, the message here unfolds into exposing the following principle about life.

"Absolutely everything happens for a purpose; and out of what seems like adversity at the time; always comes good".

I'm sure that if any of us care to reflect back on the tragedy's, the heartaches, the 'bad times' in our lives, that we discover that we have really grown or developed during that period of time:even though the reflection may still cause us discomfort in some way.

It is in this way that we slowly gather experience and wisdom, and even though we may think or feel that it is unfair, that's the way it is.

"This is good". Many of our life's experiences have saved us from some form of cannibals; it's just that we often don't know that they have at the time.

So, for a simple example to help with awareness: next time you may begin to feel you are being 'wronged' by being stuck in a traffic jam, think about the cannibals that could be lurking down the road a bit,but will be gone by the time you get there.
Now that's a bit different, but worth trying: "this is good" - despite the circumstances.

Remember: "What others do or say is their stuff; how we react, or not, is our stuff"!
And: "True Happiness in life isn't having what you want, but wanting what you have"!

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

MY on: Lyrical Seduction

My satin soul,

I keep asking myself what am i gonna do with you? wondering Is this the way love feels? I find myself day dreaming about wanting you to do it to me one more time. Our nite shift yesterday left me thinking mercy mercy me. I am now in the zone to understand Billy Paul's me and Mrs Jones. I'm going to stop fighting this and struggle no more, I'm just going to accept this love TKO. Sugarplum, I've got so much to give you and the sweet thing I'm feeling is so bad that I wonder if you know like I know that i am crazy about you.

I know neither one of us expected things would develop so fast. I mean, how do we go from being Just friends to being caught up in the rapture of love? My inner being yells don't be a fool at me just float on the wings of love. Boo You see the trouble with me is I've never experienced sweet love. Now I just want to be close to you because your sweetness is my weakness.

Somebody once told me "dude practice what you preach" so from now on, that's what I'm gonna do. On two occasions You said "If you want it you've got it forever" well, I want it and I'm gonna love you forever. who knows... perhaps you're God's angel sent to set me free. To me you're the sun.. you're the rain and I'm never never gonna give you up . In case you saw my missed call this morning, I just called to say I'm in this for the long haul so don't you forget it.

Baby girl let's get it on tonight. As soon as i get home. I wanna play the kissing game cos you know I love playing your game baby. Let the music play right before I turn off the lights and light a candle. Girl you know that I'm qualified to satisfy you so close the door and take me in your arms while I call your name whispering I'll take you there as I nibble on your ears till you slowly erupt screaming don't stop as we head into the love zone.

Don't cross over yet hermosa, stay with me. I'm gonna slow things down a tad so easy easy, got to take it easy. I still have a lil sumthin sumthin in store for us cos Tonight intend to make sure you keep coming back for more. The time for pillow talk will come much later right now I just want you to do it to me one more time while we feel the fire. When we lie down all spent having that talk, I'm just gonna ask one thing is it still good to ya? cos for me it's Ecstasy when you lay down next to me.


Ps. The italicized words a titles to tracks from soul's legends.

Monday, July 20, 2009

M on: letting go or Holding on

This post may or may not make sense to you. It's just a jumble of thoughts in my head that have produced utter confusion
Read this article but here's the synopisis:

The couple wed after losing each other for 16 years.

They fell in love when Spaniard Carmen was a foreign student staying in Torbay where Steve lives.

They became engaged but Carmen returned to France - and they drifted apart.

Mr Smith originally wrote to Ms Ruiz-Perez's flat in Paris but she had moved and his letter went unanswered.

Still determined to trace his lost love, he wrote her another letter and sent it via her mother's villa in Spain

The letter was put on the mantelpiece and forgotten about before it slipped down the back of the fireplace.

The letter was found 10 years later during renovation work.

she called him on his old cell phone that he didn't change

2 days after meeting up, 17 years after they first met at age 42 they married.

I guess this does give credence to the saying "if you love something, let it go. If it's yours it'll find it's way back to you" But as i was reading this, Teddy P was busy strumming my ears with Love TKO which does create a bit of a contradiction.

leading me to the question,

when do you let go and accept "another love TKO?"

I know someone who still harbors the hope that a girl from his past will one day come back into his life. Years down the line he's still offering "contract employment" Just in case she does want the full time position.

MY OPINION: He's headed down the loneliness autobahn.

but then i read this news article again and wonder to myself...... 17 years!!!!!

It leaves me speechless and my court of personal opinion severely constricted....

* I think I'm gonna go have a conversation with MY*


Tuesday, July 14, 2009

o on: The Matrix

Chill and relax was in T- 60 minutes and I was down the road. Thing is I had sent my car to go pick up the Sage ( Yes blogville The Sage performed at chill and relax) so I had decided to walk.


It had rained all day and V.I. is a flood trap reminiscent to the story of Noah when it rains so I was trapped on Oyin Jolaiyemi. Talk about seeing the promised land but not getting there......

So there I am....

Standing in front of TFC trying to hail a taxi looking slight dapper. Much too dapper for a Sunday evening at TFC and she parks her car.

She runs in to get her TFC fix but i notice her give me a look down.

Damn she's hot, I tell myself.

I need to get to Bambuddha ASAP 'cos the Polygot is on her way.
(Yup we had Utibe the polyogot who writes poetry in 5 international languages performing too)

So I let her be.

She comes out.

I'm still there.

No taxi...

Gets in her car....

Looks at me again....

Starts her car...

Looks again...

Starts to reverse....

This time she keeps eye contact....

This is when i should have walked to the car and asked for a ride to the junction 'cos i know i was gonna get one...

I know i could have possibly gotten a name and number....

Possibly invited her to chill and relax....

Gotten to know her over candle light, poetry, spoken word, jazz and prose....


Gotten me a date for the next day.


Maybe I might have shared the story of matrix with you.


This modjo that has gone AWOL was still AWOL


She stared.....

And I stared back....

She gazed intensely.....

And I gazed right back....

She willed me to come forward.....

But i stayed behind.....

Even when she paused for over 2minutes on the road....

I stayed behind....

Till she drove away.....

Leaving me there.....


Still wondering how I would get to Bambuddha.....

That was when i knew.


Blogville, we have a problem.

WHERE THE HELL IS MY MODJO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


O on: help me find it

It's official, I have lost my modjo.

I should have known when i had no new material for weeks to share with my wonderful cyber-familia.

The bells should have started ringing when i would leave sms's from "friends" unreplied.

But nooooo, it had to take 2 incidents in a space of 5 days to wake me up to the fact that.

Yuppp I've lost the art, will, skill and ability to cross the finish line..

And that sucks big time.

Could it be because i haven't met anyone interesting enough to hold my attention?


Or perhaps i was emasculated in my sleep.

I sincerely hope not.

Two back to back incidents were all it takes to show me i have a problem. The Slytherin and the Matrix.

This past week i decided to take a long weekend off so i skipped town on thursday to visit a city that used to be one of my old haunts. i went loaded for bear as i always do whenever i'm going on long weekends.

Lube................ Check
12 pack........... Check
Bullet.............. Check
Velcro ropes.... Check

See, i was loaded for bear

So i get to the side and head off straight to the hotel before calling up my old posse. Your boy is in town gather up the commission.
3 hours later and a few bottles of vino down the hatch to support some mama Ebo pepper rice, my man jokes gives me a heads up during our catch up.

J: guess what?
O: tell me
J: Slytherin lives here now
O: for real, do you have her number?
J: yeah it's 070-slytherin
Back in the day the slytherin was queen. MY would say muy bastante caliente with a mean bone in her body. The slytherin was a seductress and she took the term use and abuse to the next level. She had become a doctor and now practiced in the side. Apparently she still hadn't changed except become a lot hotter so of course yours truly jumped straight in. The slytherin was gonna be my bear.

I gave her a call and we hooked up. and for 2 day, we played a no holds barred mental chess game to see who would succumb. The night before i was to leave after dinner and a coupla bottles of vino and some added inspiration, she threw it wide open.

S: Let's ditch these guys and head up to my place i've got a plan that will make the night a lot more interesting

That was it!!!!

That was all i needed to go for checkmate.

Right now i would have been dishing out some really graphic details of a night well spent.

But no, no, no my modjo just had to be AWOL and the next thing i know, i find myself in Jokes' car telling him to drive away and take me back to my hotel.

I just didn't "feel" like it any more.

To borrow an expression from MY,


On the plane on my way back I consoled myself with....

" maybe now you only like the chase and not the kill"

And I actually believed that.

Then I met Matrix the next day and this time it was worse.

Post is getting too Long so i'll tell you about The Matrix some other time..


Monday, July 13, 2009

O on: why i fired my secretary

Fellow Men! you better be careful when you allow your imagination to run wild. If it's not with your wife, you could get into a lot of trouble like this guy.

Why I Fired My Secretary

Last week was my birthday and I didn't feel very well.
I went downstairs for breakfast hoping my wife would be pleasant and say, "Happy Birthday!",
possibly have a small present for me
As it turned out,
she barely said good morning,
let alone "Happy Birthday."

I thought...
Well, that's marriage for you,
but the kids....
They will remember....

My kids came bounding down the stairs
They didn't say a word.
So when I left for the office,
I felt pretty low and somewhat despondent.

As I walked into my office,
my secretary Jane said,
"Good Morning Boss... and by the Birthday way Happy Day"
Her smile was electrifying,
In her red "HOT" figure-fitted out fit.
My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets,
I felt like I was even getting more than I bargained for.

It felt a little better that at least someone had remembered.
I worked until one o'clock,
Then Jane knocked on my door
She said, "You know, It's such a beautiful day outside,
and it is your Birthday,
what do you say we go out to lunch,
just you and me.

" I said,
Thanks, Jane,
That's the greatest thing I've heard all day
Let's go!"

We went to lunch.
But we didn't go where we normally would go.
Instead she chose a quiet bistro
With a private table.

I'm sure she must have nabbed me staring at her cleavage
Cos she kept giving me a shy kind of smile
each time our eyes met.

We had two martinis each
and I enjoyed the meal tremendously.

On the way back to the office,
Jane said,
"You know, it's such a beautiful day...
We don't need to go straight back to the office, Do we?"
I responded, "I guess not.
What do you have in mind?"

She said, "Let's drop by my apartment;
it's just around the corner."

After arriving at her apartment,
Jane winked at me
and said in a soft tone
"Boss, if you don't mind,
I'm going to step into the bedroom for just a moment.
I'll be right back."

I nervously replied.
At this juncture it felt like I was going to explode.
What was she up to?
Better still, what was expected of me?
Should I... or shouldn't I...?
Thoughts kept hovering in my head.
Then a thought rang in my head
"I had to be PROACTIVE".

She went into the bedroom,
after a couple of minutes,
she came out carrying a huge birthday cake .
Followed by my wife,
my kids,
dozens of my friends
and co-workers
all singing....

"Happy Birthday".

And I just sat there...

On the couch...


Tuesday, July 7, 2009

MY on: Daddy VS baby.. The fight for kisses

It's funny Tuesday here at the den and what i've got for you is some really funny ish. So what happens when your baby has a baby well. You start to feel the end results of an ADD yyup the attention anymore You've got to fight the baby for your kisses.

Ps. Gracias mi socio y hermano for the shout out on your blog.

disfrute mi gente
El loco Hombre.

Monday, July 6, 2009

MY on: Photo Mondays... Suga mammys..



Was going through one of the crappier softsell magazines that seem to be flooding the streets of Lagos when I peeped the Lovers Rendezvous section and Maldita Sea there seems to be a serious need for sugar mammas by the boys of Lagos. What I find intriguing is that 30-year-old guys consider 33-year-old women or even their age mates sugar mammas. This world we live in…

I’ve got nothing against dating older women but to me, this is just wrong. Some of the ads are funny though.

  • Take this guy using some marketing experience with his ad
My name is Kole W; I am dark, tall, sexy and energetic, Based in lagos. I need a rich and caring sugar mummy between 40 and 45 years who appreciates the dynamic strength of a young man like me. Call 07061241666

  • Now this guy cracks me up. He wants a God fearing mammy
My name is Ola, I’m 30 years from lagos state. I need a God fearing sugar mummy between the ages of 33 and 50 years. Call 07040519830

  • This guy sounds like he’s got a money back guarantee
My name is Jim, 28 years old. 5.8ft tall, cute, sexy and well endowed. I need a beautiful and wealthy sugar mummy between 28 and 45 years for a romantic relationship with certain sexual satisfaction. Cal 08032898839.

  • This guy went straight to the point ... he's in it to cash out LOL
My name is SHOLA, an undergraduate looking for a sexy and romantic sugar mummy that can assist and support my studies and then my career. Call 08027757884 07025599707

  • This guy was the killer. Me thinks this guy is totally disillusioned and completely loco
My name is Olaitan. I need a sugar mummy who desires true love for a serious relationship. Call 08063440279

Like seriously WTF!!! I think it's disgusting and even O who dates the older woman from time to time Said " They are a lazy embarassment and should be emasculated"

what's your take?