KiKi's LAIR

Take me to Lala land, Where am free to dream, With wanton abandon Where the crowds are cheering and the chants are roaring, Only its the name of another, of one higher than mine, Take me to Lala land, Where hearts are pounding, as winners are called out, Where the 'thank you' speech reels out of my mouth, With beaming faces under the spotlight, Take me to Lala land, Where I can be anything I want to he, Where I can dream of anything and everything, Where my mind has no limitations, Traveling back and forth to realms of greatness, Beyond what my eyes can see, Beyond what my head can contain, Widening my capacities in ways unimaginable. Take me to Lala land, Where I can see my future, Just as my maker has prepared, Where I can feel the aura of excellence, Just before it manifests, for surely it will Come with me, with eyes closed and minds racing, Let's travel together, to the cosmos of our destinies, To a place where only healthy thoughts can ta

He walked faster and faster by the second and I was almost out of breath trying to keep up and then he tried to break into a run but unfortunately for him, a car veered out of nowhere and narrowly missed hitting him. My God was indeed alive, you see I had been paired with this guy for change, he had a 500hundred naira note which consisted of my 400hundred and his 100 hundred naira. Now you know why he wanted to run away. As he stopped, I held him by the belt, this was no time for too much English, "Oga, abeg gimme the money. I wan buy card." He looked at me sheepishly and handed the money. This and many other experiences, all of which I cannot share at once, has made up my story. I haven't been to many states in this country but I have lived in Lagos for about 14years the greater part of which I always at school, boarding that is, or inside the house which later earned me the name, "Omo get inside", a term in the south western part of Nigeria used to describe

Sometimes at 2am, am scribbling away with my pen. I've never been able to fully adjust to the typing procedure. I do like the old fashioned way quite much, maybe it's cause I like to bask in the euphoria of having a writing like mine. Those times, my creativity antenna is at alert as a thousand and one words keep popping up in my head, some forming thoughts that I recreate on paper, some giving only phrases that become my titles or themes, some trying to stand independent but not for long as I colonize them with other words to form my articles. Sometimes at 2am, why 2am you ask, cause it's my favorite time of the day, I lay on my bed staring at my ceiling and asking myself random questions, thoughts of the previous day rummaging through my mind, wondering what the future holds, turning my life vision over and over because you see, that is one thing a man must never lose sight of. Sometimes at 2am, I pray. With an ear piece plugged in and a playlist of some Nathaniel Bass

“Do you spit or swallow?” This is one of the most important question of life (maybe for a reason I don’t know, people fail to ask it more often) Whether it is a wine tasting or brushing your teeth, or eating water melon with seeds in it or in short whatever, your attitude to life determines whether you would spit or swallow.