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It's a world where hard work pays. Where hard work is said to pay rather. And so we begin to toil just so we could live in the weekend_ but at the end of the week we end up weak and crowded with thoughts of the next Monday down the rest with no actual rest. Yeah. No rest coz while we work our muscles out during  the working days, we bugle down the mind with thoughts of how to get through the next when we should be at peace, resting with our beloved. Worse, is the fact that we don't do the aforementioned for things we have passion for. Things we enjoy and find pleasure in. No! We are like prisoners _prisoners rather. Not free to run the show. Must wake into our uniforms, hurry into our cells (offices) at work to do the biddings of others_ otherwise we'd lose the life we've never truly had. It's a sentence (for how long I don't know). A self-inflicted one at that. But... You can decide to win. How? I don't know... ...but remember to rememb

Can you look beyond the scars and the cute face. The word retard never minds the race. While we all are judges who never set the pace, Our skins do not tell who's devoid of craze.  I ask Do you listen to yourself when you judge others?  Do you even critique your actions before others'? No!  You'd rather be perfect. Never be imperfect. You're crystal, no blemish like water in a sachet. And so you hike your ideas beyond mine.  You feel like the most ideal of all time.  That I'm flaw-filled is to you a crime  But you'd rather be entertained by my sour lime Just because it makes you seem saner In the right thinking of saner minds You badmouth my deeds and misdeeds And say its because I'm inferior to your likes That's your flaw What's worse? __Jeremiah Kadiri          17/03/018

I've seen death I've known death I've been there It's still there. It is never reluctant It has been and will always be a constant It is explicit and that it will come is no doubt To say that life is a lie without death is unequivocal fact Life brings, death takes Like night and daybreak Through Dawn dusk comes and it's a circle yet again As we cry, we pray but death knows no pain. A guest we must entertain You can't say no, you can't ask, 'again?' It doesn't come because it never left It is a domestic thief waiting to act the theft Death is nothing but what we call it We can turn the tables how we see fit For if we aren't dying we can never be dead We can always be ready to accept, go through death without worries nor fears Knowing that it'll only take us to a place better than here To eternal life in wealth and wellness. __Jeremiah Kadiri

At some point I figured out that I shouldn’t care too much as to owe you any explanation for quitting and what I’m quitting but then I’ve come to the acceptance that there’s a lot to learn from anybody’s story no matter how insane it may seem or sound. This is not me saying, it’s me doing. I quit! Yeah. It’s no joke buddy. It’s been a long time coming. Trust me. To My Employer; I’ve held the notion that you are always on my neck. You see to it that I must resume work early and close late, that I must not get emotional/personal when I perceive that my rights are being transgressed by clients/customers just so I don’t turn them away to competitors. That everything must be in perfectly working condition as well as meeting or beating deadlines set by all means. The thought of doing all these ‘for you’ stresses me and most times bring thoughts of exiting from your organization. I’m almost wrinkled from the frowns I wear when you make distasteful remarks either about me or my colleagues

We've all got tales to tell. You know, it's a gift to be able to tell tales because #DeadMenTellNoTales. However, these tales are in the past and not to be resided in but referenced. Someone once said, 'you'll never amount to no good' (but then, God is the Best and He is my Creator). Another told me, 'you can't even rhyme well and you want to do music?' (I did a couple of songs and when I stopped, same person begged to sponsor my music if I agreed to do more). Then again I started working out and another told me to stop wasting time,  'guy you go just grow veins full body. You never eat well you wan dey carry iron abi?' (now he, his cronies and a lot of other people want tips about healthy exercising from me). 'you can't even construct good English and you want to study journalism?' I once was told. (now I have a degree in mass communication and a blog same person reads from today). Have you ever been told, "I'm disappo

A system of government borne out of the Nigerian democracy. It is one that hopes to deliver the desired 'CHANGE' through the appointment of dead people into government. The underlying Theory of this system is 'The Dead Social Rule Effect' theory as propounded and actioned by his excellency President Muhammadu Buhari GCFRN in the year 2017. It postulates that the said appointees may have died but may not be dead. Though having dead people in active service is not a new practice in the Nigerian context, PMB is the first living president to appoint dead people who are to preside over issues affecting the lives of the living. Like other systems, this has featured lots of heated criticisms and serious opposition (only on social media) but the system of Corpseocracy seem to be well received (in real life)  as Nigerians are going about their 'lawful' duties as a peace loving people. It is hoped that in no distant time a Dead People Coalition may rise and poli

I'm pained and consoled at the same time. I'm pained that those who supposedly pride themselves with the "I am educated/civilized" title do so not for it's truism but to simply win an argument. We want to make the opponent look stupid_ 'as e con be say na only you civilize, who I be wey go argue with you?'. No! I'm sure if you listen to yourself in the heat of the moment you'd hear yourself say, 'I don't care if you learn because I'm not here to teach you. Yes! I'm here to impose my idea on yours, I'm here to suffocate you and make sure your opinion doesn't count. (Why?)  'Because I'm civilized and you're not.' That's how lowly our 'know all(s)' have sank. We now argue to win. No compromise. God forbid! 'a whole me, loose to that empty vessel?' how now? We've got no space to accommodate, empathize and then teach or learn. Our minds are made up even before the debate is nigh. &quo