“Which is worse: A lie that draws a smile or a truth that draws a tear?” – Defense counsel to judge [Miracle on 34th Street, the movie]
Hi, and welcome back! Disclaimer: Today’s post has nothing to do with the TV Show you’re thinking about – or any other one for that matter!
I started writing this shortly after a few of my ex-schoolmates (@SeunAlade, @FeyiShayur, etc) and I got together [online] to recount experiences from our secondary school days. And, just yesterday, I bumped into another pal from back then who had recently become a medical doctor. It just made the reminiscing all the more intense. I only spent three years at the school, but those years proved critical in shaping the person I’ve now become.
There were lots of memories, but one towers high above all others – and I remember it more today because I don’t know when I’d see the hero of the story again. Very true what they say about twenty kids and twenty years. Even truer when they’re siblings and well above twenty!
From my very first day in that compound, I knew I was in for a different experience. For the accomplished primary school kid that I was, secondary school felt like the chaotic afterlife. For every familiar face I saw, there were 40 previously unseen. For every previously held idea of how stuff worked, there were four better alternatives. For every one thing I thought I knew about life, there were a billion I was now to learn. Continue reading
Posted in #512iMagInG, Big Brother, Childhood, Esteem, FGC Ikirun, Lies, Perception, School
Tagged Big Brother, Childhood, Esteem, FGC Ikirun, School
Hi. Welcome back to DeMeStified. Thanx for the very warm reception you gave the Terminal 8 series. Glad to have gotten that bout of silly out of the way. I had thought it’d be another while before the silly feelings returned. #Bleh…. Anyways, we’ll just have to see what becomes of the lingering cravings now. If this year’s busy outlook is anything to go by, they’ll come in handy at some point.
The past few months have been pretty eventful, personally, nationally – even globally. The twists and turns just keep popping up, leaving the distance between events no more than a few steps. You’ll marvel at the sheer number of alarming stuff that’s happened between the last post and now. Continue reading
Hi. Welcome back. This will be the last episode of the series. It was an absolute pleasure for me, getting to work with some writers I hold in high regard. I have to thank you too for staying with us. Let’s hope all dots connect [visibly] after this episode. [Here’s where we left off]
Today’s writer is @SeunAlade – a trained lawyer, proper good guy and forward thinker. He’s a fantastic writer on top of all that. His enthusiasm was the fuel we ran on……
I had absolutely no clue how my day would go as I left that state house that morning. With the weekly executive meeting out of the way, I thought I’d coast into the weekend. My planned visit to some construction sites was mere formality – nothing I considered disturbing. It looked like a smooth sail. What did I know!
Even Macbeth’s witches could not have predicted a call from the president – but there he was on the first line. It was the last thing one could have expected, seeing as we weren’t from the same party – or on particularly good terms. But, elections were around the corner; sh*t happens. Continue reading
Posted in #512iMagInG, 5-12 iMagInG, Easter, Leadership, Nigeria, Nurse, Politics, Terminal 8
Tagged Easter, Executive, Governor, Nigeria, Nurse, Politics, President, Terminal 8, Trains
Hi and welcome back to #DeMeStified. My most sincere apologies for how late this post is coming. It was 200% avoidable this time; entirely my fault. I did something really silly that set the team back three weeks.
I hope you’ve been able to identify some trends and see what should go where? Today’s writer, @Feyishope, is a medical doctor and a proper marvel. He did all of this from his mobile device.
If you’re just joining in, you’d need about 1 2 3 4 quick breaths to catch up 😉 This would be the penultimate episode – and, with your permission, we’ll proceed.
The pain in my left knee which is usually so slight I forget it’s there had surged to an agonizing throb. The way it does when the cold descends or something bothers me a lot. The jolts of pain that shot through my bad knee as the train shuddered made me regret my decision-albeit necessary-to leave my walking stick in the office. It was going to be a rough walk to my destination. I wasn’t looking forward to it.
I set down the PM newspaper I was trying to read to put the maelstrom in my head at bay. It was futile; I hadn’t gotten past the first line of the headline news since I picked it up. I couldn’t get rid of my friend’s apologetic voice echoing in my head. Loudly. I barely stayed above the overwhelming urge to cry and laugh at the unfair hand life had dealt me. I may have lost all else, but I wasn’t going to lose my dignity and my sanity, not in front of my fellow train passengers. Continue reading
Posted in #512iMagInG, 5-12 iMagInG, Hospital, Suicide, Terminal 8
Tagged AfricaConnected, Agbero, Death, Doctor, Google, Hospital, KabuKabu, Lagos, Suicide, Survival, Terminal 8, Trains
Hi, and welcome (back). Thanx for all the love you’ve shown the series so far. We didn’t plan for the break to be this long. Glad we can pick up from where we left off. Happy val’s in arrears. 😀
Today’s writer is a man with hands in lots of pies. He does as he preaches and is amazingly thorough. I’m excited to have Obafuntay on here – and he’ll be waiting in the comments section too. Let’s dive!
“Police is your friend” – #Naija Police
You know that pungent feeling of impending doom, when you walk through a hospital corridor? That one you recall for years after the last visit? I don’t feel it anymore; I’ve been through so many it’s begun to feel normal. The past two years have seen me go in and out of hospital more times than I can count. A part of me dies every time I step back in. So, more of me has gone in than has come back out. Still, my concern is not for myself; I’m healthier than a race horse.
I work in the police department and fight crime by day. At night, however, I’m reduced to a living statue besides his wife’s dying bed. We been here at this point so long I know the names of every nurse and doctor in over ten hospitals. I’ve seen patients come and go – some to joy and cheer, others to tears and eternal silence. Continue reading
Posted in 5-12 iMagInG, Anger, Cancer, Corruption, Crime, Death, Decisions, Determination, Devotion, Dreams, Family, God, Hard Work, Hope, Hospital, Naija, Nigeria, NoFilter, Nurse, Police, Resolve, Stereotypes, Terminal 8
Tagged Cancer, Compromise, Corruption, Death, Decision, Family, God, Life, Naija, Nigeria, Police, Resolve, Terminal 8, WhistleBlower
Hi, and welcome (back). Hope Christmas was as amazing for you as it was for me? Thanx a lot for making the series so much fun. We’ve literally been here and there – in case you’re just joining in. Now, we continue…
When I woke that morning, I had no idea who or where I was. I felt familiar; heck it all felt familiar – but that was as far as I could know by myself. Time soon came to my aid – and, after the millionth try, I found the strength to open my eyes and crawl out of the couch.
I could feel the forger’s hammer against my skull and an angry yoyo turned in my bowels. Nothing felt right – like a pizza cut by a drunken chef. The details remained hazy but I knew two things for sure: I was me, and this was it. While passed out on the couch, I had drifted through different worlds, feeling like many things. One after the other, though, those worlds had all vanished or morphed into others. This last one, the very worst of them all, felt real. Continue reading
Posted in 5-12 iMagInG, Anger, ASUU, Attraction, Christmas, Death, Desire, Disappointments, Dreams, Friends, Frustration, Fun, Hanging Out, Hangover, Life, Naija, New Year, Nigeria, NoFilter, Risks, Starting Over, Terminal 8, Tomorrow, Women
Tagged ASUU, Cars, Death, Dream, Friends, Hangover, Life, New Year, Nigeria, Terminal 8, Time, Trains
Hi and welcome (back). Thanks for the very warm reception of the ‘Terminal 8‘ series. Hopefully, the dots begin to emerge from this episode (you choose when and how to connect them). In case you missed the opener, you can find it here.
Today’s post was written by someone I’ve got tons of respect for – Michael. If I had no more than three words for him, they’d be: Genius, Industrious and Adventurous! He’s (amongst many other things) an excel consultant, and you can learn to fix an ailing government on his blog ;-). ‘Crime Pays’ [sic]!
There I was in in my living room, reading the police account of my handyman’s death. It was the second time in three months one of my top associates had been whacked. I always thought my crew was air-tight – that we had things on lock. But, all that was changing quickly. Instinct told me there was more to the deaths; someone could be making a move on me. It felt like fiction, only realer!
My wife is the best woman God made. She thinks her husband is into the booming haulage business, so she focuses on raising a great family. Even though luxuries abound, we vowed to teach our kids the walk of honour. My daughter is in the uni, studying to become a lawyer and the boys graduate from college in a few months. Overall, we’re the perfect family – and I, the father of dreams. But no one can know the truth – at least not them; I would die to keep them safe from it. Continue reading
Posted in 5-12 iMagInG, Choices, Christmas, Corruption, Crime, Death, Family, Frustration, Life, Nigeria, NoFilter, Repercussions, Terminal 8, Trust
Tagged #512iMagInG, Business, Choice, Christmas, Corruption, Crime, Death, Family, Guinness, Life, Nigeria, Terminal 8, Trust