Not everytime culture,sometimes common sense.

“An elder sees sitting down, that which a youth cannot see at the top of the tallest tree”

you get the gist. elders are wiser than you because they have more experience and all.I am not here to put down culture or anything. I love our culture. It makes us unique and provides an angle through which we can view the world. I love some of the things it stands for. things I feel are essential in human interactions. I hate that some aspects of it are repugnant to humanity and justice. Education and exposure has made us aware of these things. we see the beauty of our culture but we now know to avoid those aspects that are bad. But sometimes you need to apply common sense. I read somewhere recently, a girl was waiting on a queue for her turn and a middle-aged man jumps the queue. she calls him out and he turns around to say that she has no respect. I don’t want to dissect this and argue that she may have used insulting words. Frankly,I don’t care whether her words were insulting. One does not put ones hand in fire and still gets surprised when one gets burned. These are some of the things that hold us back as a people. Some ‘elders’ think they are above and beyond correction especially when it comes from somebody younger. Respect is reciprocal. If you don’t respect yourself how do you expect others to respect you?
People calling out corrupt government officials and their reply is “you lack respect.” why would I respect a thief? why would I respect somebody with total disregard for rules and regulations? why would I respect someone who refuses to conduct himself in an oderly fashion? what am I respecting?
Yeah what an elder sees sitting down,a youth cannot see even if he climbs to the top of the tallest tree. so what is the elder looking for at the “top of the tallest tree?”


I want to Marry you….oops!

I met this really awesome guy at work and a friendship I never wanted to have, become a relationship. I already told him I wasn’t ready to have him fall in love with me and he accepted which was really fine with me because I was in a ‘supposedly’ serious relationship. As we all know the heart does whatever it wants whether we accept it or not so this my very awesome friend fell in love with me. It’s a beautiful thing to be loved but it’s really uncomfortable when you don’t actually love that person and he wants to carry on as if you do, so I put him straight. But again after being close friends for a while he surprises me yet again by proposing to me with a ring and I’m shocked and confused because deep down I knew he would make a great husband only I didn’t love him then and he knew I was in a relationship. My thoughts were “how could he do this to me?” I don’t want to be that woman who rejects a man and then starts regretting later, so I took his ring and told him he would have to give me time to pray about it which he agreed to. This same period I had problems with my boyfriend and we separated but then I wasn’t still sure what to do about this my friends proposal, though I think I’d already started falling for him only for me to one day just run into a picture of a girl at his place and have him confessing to have started dating her since he hadn’t heard from me. we were best friends for crying out loud! We practically saw each other everyday at work and he couldn’t just tell me he was in a relationship already and maybe save me the trouble of falling for him?!! Did he by some reaction to a nuclear accident forget that he had proposed to me and I still had his ring?! I thought my heart would break into a million pieces after this but then with prayers and a strong-will I’d never possessed in my life, I totally got over him, pushed him aside and moved on.
My Love is too sure and real to be played with.

By Miss OLO

I Left…..

we would be four years come 22nd of June ‎2014.
4 yrs, countless breakups and makeups, drama, pain, love and laughter and I left.
No explanation, no quarrel .
I woke up that morning and had a light bulb moment, we could never be together: too much water under our bridge… him with his total lack of commitment and me with my family’s dislike for his total lack of commitment.
I woke up and‎ realised that I cringed at his touch, his kisses no longer gave me butterflies
we no longer had anything to talk about. ‎
We just liked the comfort of the bubble we had created, the bubble of convenience.‎
I deleted him from my BlackBerry and blocked his numbers, he wants an explanation but how can I tell him I’m tired? 
Tired of loving him too much.
 Tired of patiently waiting for him to keep his word.‎
Tired of waiting for him to finally surprise me.
Tired of feeling stupid. 
Just plain tired.‎
‎Am I really done this time?? Or is it just another breakup to makeup.
I’m scared though. scared of my future, scared of the adventure that comes with looking for love, scared I’ll end up old and alone but then again isn’t that what life is – an adventure.‎
4 years and I left, no reason, no explanation, I just left.
My love is too strong and pure to be wasted.
Only Fitting that the first in this series should be from my best friend. I love you sweetie #takingcontrol.

My Selfish Years…..

So I read somewhere on tumblr that “your twenties are your selfish years. it is a decade to immerse yourself in every single thing selfish with your time and all the aspects of you.tinker with shit. travel,explore,love a lot,love a little and never touch the ground.”

Immediately you finish school the next thing is getting a job and getting married or just getting married for some right? why do I have to follow this norm? towards the end of my Youth service people started asking me where I want to work and bla bla bla. I said I don’t want to work immediately. I want to be a volunteer in an organisation abroad so I can do good things and travel at the same time. “what do you mean you want to be a volunteer? that’s just a stupid Idea. you want to go and waste your time doing nothing. please don’t be silly, hahahahahahahaha volunteer? you are very unserious.” I became apprehensive but I was not discouraged. Just because somebody chooses a different path doesn’t mean they are wrong.why can’t I choose for myself? its my life. I want to be happy. I want to live. I want to be free. why should that bother you? you want to make money and settle down and I do too but Ultimately I want to live. I have time and I know that even that can be taken away from me at any time. so yeah, I choose to Immerse myself in every single thing possible,to travel, to explore, to love a lot,to love a little….and to do all that while giving back and helping humanity at the same time. That’s what I want to do with my life. please respect that or go away. toodles 🙂


I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
by Maya Angelou

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
Author Notes

The title and inspiration for this poem came from a line in Paul Dunbar’s poem “Sympathy”
It was also the title of the first volume of Dr. Angelou’s autobiography published in 1969.

My Generation has big shoes to Fill. You lived a full life and left an Indelible mark on earth….your words have helped a million lives through one thing or the other and taught us the importance of not just existing but truly living…RIP Maya the queen.