My Dirty Boxers

Probably my favorite picture of the year; genuine smiles, pure happiness and hope for a bigger and more rewarding 2026. (Photo credit: Seyi Lantern) It’s been a minute since I showed up here. A long one. And what a year it’s been; dramatic, chaotic, occasionally graceful, and stubbornly human. The kind of year that hands you joy with one hand and says “manage this nonsense” with the other. Plenty of good, fair portions of bad, and yes, the occasional ugly cameo, because life doesn’t do edited versions. Last night, while recording a podcast with IBK and AY of Ontario, a question surfaced — what were our most iconic sporting moments of the year? Innocent question. Dangerous consequences. Because it immediately shape-shifted into something deeper: what were my own iconic moments of 2025? And just like that, my mind took off without filing a flight plan. Quick disclaimer for first-timers: read me for vibes, not structure. If you’re trying to connect dots, you’ll need a compass, a trans...

Show me a cuter 10-year-old. Happy birthday once again my pretty little niece. God bless you and to you reading this, don't stress me with nonsense questions. Love and plenty lights. (Photo credit: Adeyemi Omo Oba) The world doesn’t stop when you lose your loved ones. I learnt this the hard way, and like we have come to understand, it is what it is. I haven’t been here in a long while; to be honest, there’s been no time for me to spare. However, I have a lot on my chest to whisper into the thin air, hoping I either feel better or get reasonable answers. I am also talking to myself here while trying to pass sane messages to deaf ears. Oh well, maybe not. It’s tough to even know where to start from. It was my birthday the other day, and seeing today is the 16th of my favorite month, I wonder where time is running to. Looks like someone we don’t see is tampering with the fangs of time. Why the rush? It was just the first of the month three hours ago; how is today the 16th? Speaking of...

One year after her passing, nothing has changed, I still feel pains and, I still have a lot of unanswered questions but, Valar Morghulis - All men must die. (Photo credit: Ramsey's iPhone) Yea, it's been one year already, and nothing has changed. I still feel as much pain as I did exactly one year ago, when the darkest of clouds usurped me. When the earth received my mother's body, it still hurts. I’ve tried many times to do this, but it is what it is. What a year it has been. There was no inkling before it happened, so there is no benchmark. However, it’s a different kind of pain, one I don’t wish on anyone. The 17th of May 2023 will forever remain where it is; hopefully, it remains the darkest ever until my dying day. The mood was obvious; Deepsea could tell in the car. Joy sent me a text message to lift my spirits, but calls from Ibadan informed me that my mom was on her way to the hospital. It didn’t take long for me to realize it wasn’t her usual attention-seeking dr...

Sometimes, you need a time out, play with seashells or pebbles, view azimuth, or talk to someone, whatever you choose to do, come back a better person. (Photo credit: Google) Okay! Someone told me I only come here to rant whenever I want to shade someone LOL, that's arrant nonsense and spices; it’s my safe space, my own personal status, where I can update my feelings with zero respect for how anyone feels. You can stop reading now. There’s nothing to act about here this time; it’s just me trying to burn some mental calories. It’s been a tough season, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to ease up soon. We prayed for days like this; how dare anyone complain? I feel for my teammates; MG is used to the madness; he didn’t get MVP to come crying at demonic workloads; I don’t even care about his feelings, but Eniafe was thrown into the deep, no induction, no breather, straight into the deep ends, swim or sink, but it is what it is. It was a week that tested my resolve. I had to remind...

Bruised and battered, safe in the hands of the Hunter but what happens to the brave animal if the healer leaves without looking back? (Photo credit: Google) Life is only truly beautiful when our fates are in our own hands: days of sunshine, fascinating colors of the rainbow (not the ones adopted by the El Jibiti people), and the happiness that comes with vulnerable love, pure like rain, in its truest form. Clear those goosebumps; it's bad news. Not without a fight, but the hunter is giving up on the wounded antelope. The latter was last seen beaming with sheepish smiles, celebrating another chance, ready to roam the wild but with the bells of the hunter around the neck, still ailing but in high spirits. Every human has an elastic limit; regardless of those pretty smiles, papering over heartbreaks, and frustrating cracks, every one of us has the right to throw in the towel when our corners catch fire. It’s probably the worst news to anyone in this particular shoe, but I can unders...

This new year, do you, be more and most importantly, "no gree for failure". Happy New Year from me and my dirty boxers to you and yours. (Photo credit: Google) Hello everyone, it’s my first post in this space this year, and I promise it won’t be the last. I delivered next to nothing here last year on purpose, to be honest, but I’ll do better this year. I wrote a lot last year, more commercial than for personal pleasure. Besides, it was a hell of an emotional year, and I didn’t want to bring my troubles here. I wrote a couple of things at the tail end of the year that I never posted here. LOL, you should read some of them. Okay! We go again in a bit. The holiday is over, and I can’t exactly say I was on holiday because I worked throughout. It is what it is, and we’re happy to do so while we can. I was away, I traveled, and I was happy I touched Ibadan. It was the hardest part of my holiday, as I had to stare at my parents without saying a word. It’s a new year with renewed ...