My Dirty Boxers

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...

Introducing Innocent (in Jean Jacket) and Deepsea (right behind him) on one of those days we had to work late. These are two of the amazing folks that make me shine. (Photo credit: Innodum) Today is the day the Lord has made and I’ll be glad enough to talk about my other ten gladiators; these are the amazing people, sometimes annoying but damn right productive that passed through my team this year at Riquesa Africa. I think I wrote about how unlucky I felt when a couple of them had to leave at different points under different circumstances but each and every one of them holds a place in my heart for their magic and how they individually made me shine, I present the gladiators of my Creative & Strategy agency within the agency. Trend, the one that held forth, and my John the Baptist; one wise that gives nothing away. Class of Glenfiddich this moment and on sachet action bitters the next. I rate this guy highly and we even live in the same neighborhood, dude walked not long after...

  It's been an amazing year working with these mad brains. Thank you and let's do it again next year. (Photo credit: Ramsey's iPhone) Today started off on an emotional note and I still have goosebumps as I type this. Our Monday ritual, progress meeting turned into a vote of thanks session, and this brings some electrifying feeling. I was hoping I’d write about the World Cup today or probably drag Halima for offending me on Saturday (I’m unforgiving like that) but my teammates already stole the show and it’s only right I do the honors today in my own space to appreciate every single one of them. I was going to actually talk about the gladiators, I mean the ten people that passed through my team this year at Riquesa but I’ll make this about the entire team and then pick another day to discuss my immediate family members (Strategy and creative). Step forward, my ever-demanding project folks, from Tolu Ayeola-George, to Tumi Armari – the energy goddess and even the one th...

  I'm back in my corner at the theatre of dreams, feeling good and ready to go. (Photo credit: Ramsey's iPhone) So, I’m back at work today after a whole week off due to my eye surgery. It feels good to walk into the theatre of dreams again after a whole week out. Feels good to be back at the Theatre of dreams; it’s not a full house really, Sandy Mandie is not in town and you can tell. The energy goddess herself, not like she’s not representing online, I am feeling her heat from the UK as I type, and trust me, it’s all for the win. Tolu (Pastor Asake) is standing in for the King of boys and I don’t envy him. I doubt that guy has slept for up to four hours in three days. Back-to-back executions and now he must understand the hard work Sandy does. I feel like laughing at him but I won’t because I’m a good guy. My men, Innocent the resident DJ of the kingdom is buzzing as always; a happy child with zero worries as long as yall allow him to run his P at the other end with Fisa...

  Sieve the stories and know when to kill fake gists. May the Lord be with you. (Photo credit: Google) I wrote about fake information yesterday and after reading over it again I figured I didn’t do enough justice to it. I will share two different stories that would give you an idea of the danger of peddling rumors. Just recently, an incident happened around Stadium in the Surulere axis of Lagos State. I’m an early bird so, I typically get to work before most people but on this particular day, nearly everyone else apart from the early risers (Myself, Innocent, and Olumide) didn’t come in until over an hour after normal resumption time. I was on Twitter and saw a post of a horrible accident on the Ojuelegba bridge and I panicked a bit; that’s the bridge most of my colleagues use to work and I immediately got on my phone to find out where folks were but it didn’t take long for me to find out what actually happened. Sandra already shared videos of how some physically challenged f...

  Seeth a man diligent in his works, he won't sit with mediocres but with kings... We're balling at the table of men. (Photo credit: NMA) I woke up with huge anxiety for obvious reasons; I had a date at the eye clinic, and I feared the worst already, but two great news soon cleared the air and left me feeling up to it again. Sandra’s text early on helped me feel better and just after my appointment, I got the news that we (Riquesa Africa) have been nominated among industry giants for the Experiential Agency of the year award category of the Nigerian Marketing Awards, did I hear you say, “it’s coming home”? I am not one of those that say awards are for egos, please inject it in my veins because all we do is win. I was going to share another touching story from my eye clinic but that can wait. Right now, I’m only thinking about Sandy Mandy walking that stage to receive the award, we’ll shut down Cubana. I can hear pessimists like Ebere asking “what if we don’t win”, LOL I’m...

  Happy birthday baby girl, have a mind-blowing new year. First class only and we can have a conversation. (Photo credit: Ramsey's iPhone)   For a week that started on a difficult note and even got worse at some points with strange eye problems, I am anticipating the weekend for lots of discrete fun, you heard me right. It’s been an interesting week, to be honest. After my article of last week about my struggles and broken engagement, I’ve received lots of love and I sincerely didn’t have an inkling that people love me this much LOL but then, I am grateful and I also appreciate the fact that people respected my privacy, quite crucial. I also got a memo from a friend that said I’m technically running some kind of laundry for Tinubu with my articles LOL. She’s someone I respect a lot so, I’ll keep it civil. I try to write in basic English which should not be complicated to understand, how many times do I have to say it that I won’t endorse Tinubu? Today is about vibes and ...

  Farm City Ogudu is my safe place, where do you hangout? (Photo credit: Ramsey's iPhone) There’s a way I feel today so, I’ll do something different in this space and I hope you’ll align with me or better still, tell me what you think of my personal preferences and give me your own based on the three grounds I’ll be playing on. This is like a peace offering, I understand many of you are angry that I called out your king (Laycon) the other day LOL. I thought we said we should encourage folks to speak their minds without inhibitions. So, why are people dragging me because I questioned Laycon’s claims? Anyways, I will tell you my top three restaurants in Lagos and you’re allowed to agree or disagree. Also note, this isn’t paid advert. Like I said earlier, I feel some type of way Lol and I can’t explain why. Maybe because I just got back from an interesting meeting where my father’s preferred brand was on the table or because I’m wearing agbada LOL… I really don’t know. Number 3 ...

  It's the worst kept secret, I work in a madhouse and I'm not complaining. (Photo credit: Google) Today is enlightening, you too see: I know many of you are expecting the sequel to Mercy’s story LOL, it will come but not today; speaking of Mercy, she called me last night and was just laughing like an idiot, she gave me a different side to her story and I honestly don’t know how to react… Not today though. So, it’s health week in the office and every single day I walk into office, I’m tempted to ask Olamide where she got every of my colleagues from; forget it, everyone in that building is mad and they know it, not a single human in that building is sane and guess what? No one is complaining. Sandy Mandy is back!!! I missed her but she didn’t disappoint, she’s back with the savagery intact, mamma couldn’t even disguise for a second. Wait, you don’t know Sandy Mandy? She’s the head of business at Riquesa Africa, she’s sensational and that’s on God. Back to the madness of th...

  Is it a good time to raise some glasses to the freaking weekend? (Photo credit: Ramsey's iPhone) Cheers to the days we never felt like doing jack but we gotta keep it moving, days like this when White Walker and Schweppes virgin mojito handle the rest at the altar of vibes… Hours of multiple tabs on potential transfers, the window is wide open like the legs of the girl on the pole, Arsenal seems to be wide awake; I’m guessing Edu had a nightmare the other night and boom! Arsenal is doing businesses while Ten Hag of Manchester United seems to have hung in the theatre… Didi is flirting with a married man but it’s not my business; Moji is in her element today and whatever Latifah is on about working from the other end of the room needs to be analyzed, she was even hot-stepping the other time… Child of thanksgiving. Cheers to the decks we’re waiting on, feedback is the right lubricant for our engines and we won’t let the guys that bridge the gap rest – no rest for the wicked. I...