My Dirty Boxers

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 ...

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...