A WARRIOR’S TALE

PGM: tori, tori

Chorus: toriiiiiii

PGM: once upon a time

Chorus: time, time

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Well, recently I have been making some decisions: finishing my assignments and projects and also entering into a new business venture without a single dime but I guess the passion will do for now. So in the midst of all of this I have been making a lot of key decisions, decisions that will determine how my life will go in the next few years. Now that is a lot of pressure but ‘God dey’!!! But my people there is more; you see there was one somebody who together we started out as friends but soon your guy started to love up .The ‘wahala’ was that too many things were making me so unsure about the matter that I just was completely going crazy. All my pep talks to keep it cool and act like the Perfect Gentle Man that I am was futile (yeah that’s what PGM means in my little script above…its not easy to be the PGM of the Federal Republic of Nigeria…lol). Thinking about this entrapment now is like ice water under my skin and I can’t seem to shake off the chill that I feel.

Well the friendship thing between her and I was still fresh and I didn't want to mess things up especially after some experiences that I had seen before in the lives of others; I did not to want to jump into a relationship just yet but as you know whilst I was busy contemplating and weighing my decisions another desperado was moving fast. Yet despite the apparent threat (I ain’t hating I am just very grouchy right now) I had my reasons for still staying as friends even though my emotions were and is still screaming like crazy.

Yesterday, this interesting Chinese movie made me to sleep at 2:30am in the morning. The Sword with no Name which is the title of this movie (as in I really don’t know who titles Chinese movies…) was a love tale of two worlds that traditions, war and pain tried to keep apart but in the end love conquered. This is a tale of a warrior (Moo-myoung) that fell in the love with the chosen woman to the throne as Queen of Korea (Ja-young), and he swore to defend her following her from her tiny village, to the palace, and eventually to the grave…yeah, the ‘tori’ had all the heightened emotions and exaggerated passionate display of determination but the part of the story that caught my attention was in the end where in defense of his Queen and true love the warrior cut the nerves in his right leg and thereafter pegged his feet to the floor with his sword; a feat that prevented him from falling to the ground even when he was shot several times.




The resilience of that warrior to stand for what he believed in, even in death was at first crazy to me, I just couldn’t comprehend it but then I thought to my self; to him dying for the one he loved was all to him and he was true to who he was.



Now about my own love that I never loved…I didn’t want to make a promise to her that I wasn't determined to at least try to see to the end and that may have cost me a chance with her but it has earned me extra pounds for the next challenge…now this is not just about my love, its about every thing we stand for and hold dear to our hearts, its about our battles for our Queens, our faith, our family, our dreams because we are warriors. We should be true to ourselves because it’s only then that you truly live.

LIVING IN A 4 BY 6

I can feel the earth’s emotions as the chilly wind brushes my ears through to my chest; it was cold and sad. The sun had refused to mount its cloudy stage, high up there in eastern sky, the sky itself was in a mood as it’s darken facade dulled the horizons.
Wondering what has gotten into me, well I have a story but my story is not peculiar to me, in fact all of us at one time or the other have found our selves looking at life and asking our selves what in the world is happening…maybe it has to do with my up coming birthday (so now you know, no excuse again oooo… I will be accepting gifts in cash and kind…lol), I am thinking on how I am still behind on my very, very long list of things I want to achieve before I am 40…hmmm that leaves me how many more years 1,2,3….chineke time dey fly oooooo.



I have a friend who has gone through and still is going through quite a lot. I call him my friend but in reality I can count how many times I have called him this year on the tips of my finger. As for paying him a visit, buying him a present or even praying for him; I would be given a ‘F’errari as assessment. Seeing him today, talking and sharing with him hit the rewind button in my mind.
Remember those innocent years of your life when you had no cares in the world…your own was to wakeup, go to school, eat play and sleep; 24hours of the day, 7 days of the week. Hmmmmm, those were the golden day’s babie but the most beautiful thing about those times was more than the fun we had…it was about our hearts. Yes, as children we had the unique ability to forget our hurts, to love and trust wholeheartedly.

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Earlier on when I was forming Shakespeare ‘feeling the earth’s emotions sturvs’ I was caught up in my own whirl pool of emotions thinking in my tiny spot but the world is bigger than my 4 by 6 square feet room. My friend needed some basic things, things we classify as rights of a citizen was a privilege to him, and it would amaze you at some of the things that I whined at…I am actual embarrassed to tell you guys. Not that I am not faced with jaw dropping, back aching problems but to think that the whole world is centered about me is just… (Sigh)
I saw a friend today and I am glad I did because i got a view of the bigger picture: it’s not all about moi. Quoting another friend’s line in a movie
‘Life is not about the amount of breaths you take it’s the moments that take your breath away…’ Will Smith (yeah I know the real Fresh Prince himself…no be counterfeit).



Its all about the focus, I saw my life and thought it was crap and therefore cared about no one else but imagine if I had shared what I had no matter how small It was…and yes it is possible to care that way because I know people who have touched my life this way that made me feel like I could climb a mountain and swim across the Red sea (well, maybe not swim across the red sea that’s for when you fall in loooooooove *winks*).
Now I know the reason behind the doubles: two hands, one to support me the other to uphold another, two eyes; one to identify my needs and the other to identify the needs of others, two legs; one to stand with the other to run to others in need…indeed, the world just got bigger.