My Dirty Boxers

  I try my best to allow my muse to get me out of the dead end but maybe I need help, maybe I'm not healing well... (Photo credit: Soul Art) In a way, I figure that people manage to find ways to evade mental health conversations until it eats deep and becomes nearly irredeemable. I am guilty of evasive style too, if you know me a bit, you’d be able to tell that I am not confrontational one bit, it has its demerits. I’ve been feeling some type of way for a while and I’ve done enough to write about it a couple of times here; to be honest, a few people have been checking on me since the last time I wrote about struggling with something and I don’t take their genuine care for granted, it means a whole lot to me. Last night was the trigger I needed to write this. I was in a conversation with my friend Damola and she hit some spots that I couldn’t deny. A lot has happened in the last few months that messed with my head and the worst kept secret, the fact that a public announcement an...

  He looks so gentle, but the venom within is just waiting for Josh to post something. The face of Barrister Tauhid Adufe, my friend on the left wing of Arsenal followership. (Photo credit: Adufe) Yesterday was Damola’s birthday and today is Adufe’s birthday, back-to-back felicitations for the people of the left wing. I’ve said so much about the Leftists and for the sake of the first-time readers, I’ll define them as best as I can without letting anyone know how bad they are as humans. We’re all Arsenal fans anyways, but some have decided to be rebels, they don’t see good things in what the manager does and they’d rather arrogate credits to the players when we win and blames to the manager when we don’t, how fair is that? Adufe is their official barrister, one hell of an extremist. If Adufe wasn’t educated, he’d probably be in Sambisa forest, holding guns and whatnot against the members of the Nigerian armed forces, dude is a terrorist and like every Leftist I know, Adufe is a ...

  Part of what makes you a man is your ability to stand up for yours when need be, the question of where would pop up but I won't teach anyone how to react. (Photo credit: My Arsenal group) My gold neckpiece is gone, I am pained but I will not be answering questions on how I lost it. My neck is bare and that good feeling it gives is no more, I can’t pretend like I’m not hurt but it is what it is… It’s Precious’s birthday today, one of those bursting brains in the experiential marketing business. Talk of beauty and brains, she’s my favorite and she knows it but my gold chain is paining me so she will get her eulogy at the right time… I hope you understand. So Damola will be going to work physically for the first time in Canada having been running things virtually since relocating last year, she’s five hours behind Nigeria on time zone and she didn’t sleep at all throughout the night, kids will always be kids. I woke up to the sad news of the terrorism the nation suffered on th...