Am I becoming controversial?

 

I think I'm enjoying this controversial tag, or am I just riding my luck? (Photo credit: Google)

Hello everyone, I’m sorry I’m coming late today; there will always be days like this; been busier than the third mainland bridge, but I have to drop something here to continue the journey. Three hundred sixty-five days is not child’s play, but I’ve come this far; I have to see it till the end.

My original topic today was supposed to be about Judas Iscariot, yes! You read me correctly. I feel there’s so much to learn about that Nigga; while I feel he has been wrongly judged down the years, I do not think I will be able to do that tonight.

I’m still basking in the euphoria of yesterday’s win over Manchester United. The Red Devils have fallen off the glory seat; they’re now more like a small club with a long history, that is a story for another day, but guys, you all see that I have tried my best to stay away from football topics, if Arsenal eventually makes top four, you will read about football here for as long as I can, just giving you heads up.

I don’t have as much energy as I’d love to bring to the table today; I’m struggling with something, but I hope to find the courage to share it here sometime soon. Regardless I’ll share something about my current mood; I have mentioned it again; maybe I haven’t healed.

I’m watching Nigerian Idol right now, and seeing Obi Asika brings bad memories; I honestly don’t know why; the dude owes me nothing, but I strongly feel he was the one that killed my musical career. He was going to sign me to Storm Records before things fell apart; why am I regurgitating?

I have to go back to the document I’m working on right now, I have not passed any message, right? Okay, this is the message: I am going to write about Judas Iscariot sometime soon, looks like I’m doing a bad job trying to get in you people’s good books, maybe I should hug my controversial nature with my chest.

Speaking of the chest, everyone is telling me that I’m growing puffy and broad, is that a sign of healthy living abi “I don dey loose-guard”? I will find answers soon, see y’all tomorrow.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

If her name is Precious, you're single

Image
People will leave you wondering if you're abnormal, omo iya mi, ma fo, na dem be the problem not you. Oya stay jiggy make we enter road. (Photo credit: Google)   “When you’re losing a tug of war to a tiger, release the rope before it gets to your arm; you can always get another rope, of course, except if you want prosthetics; you don’t want another arm.” - Ancient Chinese proverb remixed by Rambo. 2023 taught me a lot, and one of them is this: “If that person looks too good to be true, don’t force it; the person is certainly a fraud." And this rings true for everything. Whether living or non-living, don’t force it; it’s too good to be true. I was going to write about Precious, but I realized it’s a waste of time. Someone would text or call to tell me I’m pained, and it would get me emotional. I’d rather leave it as it is and sweep it under the rug like I always do. No worries on this one. Lesson number 1 from 2023: Tomorrow isn’t promised! See, a day before my mother passed
Read more

One careless night

Image
The antelope is badly wounded right in front of the hunter, it can live again, only if the guardian angel smiles again... (Photo credit: Geo Wild) I randomly remember how my mom forced Mount Zion movies on me that year, but after the incident of the other day, one famous movie of those folks rings true in my head. One careless night. Just so we’re clear, no matter how hard you try, you’ll never understand this post; it’s a personal rant that will chronicle several events, and, while I am putting this in the public space, I still advise you to stop reading from this point. Omo! These are the days I prayed against, but it is what it is. I remember that beautiful Sunday. The indecision at first nearly ruined the script, but I saw the value of resilience. I remember the jokes about the green dress that looks like a 2-Sure promoter uniform. LOL, the aura was special though. It’s been a long time; something was off, and despite P.O. ringing in my ears, I still ran into the ditch. It was e
Read more

One hellish year and my one and half legs

Image
This has been like a home recently but, the goal is to get stronger when it gets tougher. I'm fighting to win. (Photo credit: Ramsey's iPhone) I remember promising Bukky (formerly the Peridot of BR, now the Peridot of UK) that I'd write a lot this month; it definitely won’t be every day like I did last year, but I’ll try, and here you go. To start with, it’s been a tough year by all standards. Not sure there’s ever a year in which I felt half as much physical pain as this year; 2019 had the inglorious award until 2023 pulled up, and here’s me hoping I’ll never have to see a more painful year than this one. The past three weeks have been the toughest. I spent more days with the physiotherapists than at work, but I am probably the strongest human I know. I am not giving up anytime soon, but the pains better ease up before I do something crazy. Yesterday was the International Day of People Living with Disabilities. It should be a public holiday, but while I wasn’t physicall
Read more