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 ...

  I hope you're fine at the other end... Sleep on dad. (Photo credit: Ramsey's iPhone) 10 th October 2019, the day I questioned God and everything I knew as a man and as a Christian; the day I wondered if prayers ever work or if nursing faith and hoping on even ever makes sense… It was the day I lost my wildcard, my loving father. It was a Thursday, two days to my dream event as at then. I’d always wanted to work on NBC/Coca Cola, if you’re in my career space you’d probably have a dream account, mine was Coke and every other product within the portfolio and thanks to M&P, I was about to live the dream. We had battled everything towards getting ready for Jack Daniel’s “Jack and the beat”; it was a journey that took sleep away from me for a long time and lots of back and forte with my team. I was in the office as early as 6:30am to go through the deck with Kolade one more time and phone beepers went off. It rang a couple of times and I wasn’t going to pick, Kolade nudg...

  I miss you daddy, I hope this gets to you. If it does, say a prayer for me and give me the strength to continue living without your physical presence. (Photo credit: Google) Dear Daddy, I felt you around last night, it felt different from the last time. I guess you were proud of how I handled things recently, I know you looked forward to reading from me all along but bro, it was difficult. I cried like a baby, I enjoyed it because no one was there to interrupt my grief. No one will ever understand what the hole you left means to me, I'm still hurting and I won't pretend like it's fine. My fingers are quaking as I type this but daddy... I will be fine. It’s your birthday today and I honestly don’t know how it works at your end. Do they share cakes or mocktails? Or does the act of Jesus at that famous wedding apply? I mean do they allow wines and red cups? I won’t be surprised if the trumpet thing happened, you really don’t like noise, I hope the stubborn Angel Michael ...