Inspiration or Creativity

Mayhaps it has been obvious to some of us even to myself that i have been absent for a while. I did not lack a story because tommorow is my elder sister's birthday and I could blabb about the relationship we share or i could talk about the 3 storey-building which collapsed on my street. Government went around demoishing illegal structures and the building happened to have its pillars or beams or whatever they call those things.
These pillars were pulled down, so the building followed in what seem to be the most agonising moment in its 5 years existence for the house was built five years ago by a woman (a stubborn woman) who refused to listen to the government and of course the leviathan does not hear. Long or short of the story, the woman has lost her building and the government has not said anything about compensation. A good story for TV and Newspaper but boring for a blog. I have thought about what to post and have not till now gotten a clue of what to write then just about now it occured to me that inspiration and creativity are virtues which like greatness according to shakespeare, some are born great, some have greatness thrusted upon them and some achieve greatness.
Inspiration and creativity are assets which we must learn how to conjure up when we need any of them, some say keep an open-mind but does it work for you as it works for me? some others use drugs which shift our objective perception but creates vivid illusions in our minds that can be materialized if one knows how to manage such vice. We need inspiration AND creativity in our everyday endeavours, but we must learn to recognise these abstract elements when they knock on our head's door, because everyone has a little bit of these blessings but know that if you dont get any inspiration then you'll just have to be creative. Everybody is creative but nobody has inspiration, you just wait for it to come....

The Ojo Files: It's been 10 years and we're almost 30!

My Internet connection has been down for the last couple of days, the least i can say is that i was an emotional wreck during this period. It occoured to me how much of my life i have put into youtube, google, facebook, wiki, and you know the whole clique and the i ask myself is it worth being a geek, putting my work, studies and relationships on the line? i can't say.

Well, being online once again, Odunayo Kupolokun caught me on facebook and we chatted. Odunayo is a technologist working in Paris and an ex-Nigerian Navy Secondary School student. We gisted about general issues, IT, career, life. Then Odunayo said something that got me thinking so much i wrote this blog. it's been 10years (We left secondary school 10 years ago) and we're almost 30 ( most of us are within the range of 26-30 years). Age is really a measurement of how much we achieve in life, at least in african societies. We should at this time be catering for our own immediate family, mayhaps the nigerian economy is a bit harsh but I'm sure with a little focus and determination we will be able to achieve whatever our goals may be in life..

The epiphany of Odunayo's words is scaring me like crazy because if age is truly a measurement of how much we have achieved in life then i seem to be on the last bus.

Can you hear me now? Complex & Communication.

We share an age where our confidence-level is being sapped by the circumstance around us. The challenges of criticism and critics who analyse our actions and looks leave us with uncertainty in our thoughts. At this we become judges of who we are, giving our critics the necessary support and telling ourselves " I'm no good, I've got a big nose and my teeth are not so white". This leaves enough room for self-pity to build a mansion in our pathetic thoughts and mind. Sadly, a great number of share such similar fate.

When i was in secondary school, the fastest sprinter in our house was a tall dark hairy guy with a slight hunchback. His name was Adelawal Olugbese, school being a mischievious environment; he later got to be called "Ademonkey Olugorilla". We all found it amusing because of the match between the name and certain physical features that he possessed. Well, Olugbese only got closer to each of us, the closer he got to us, the harder it became for any of us to address him as olumonkey or adegorrila, and by the time he started representing our house in the Inter-House sports competition, no one called him Ademonkey Olugorrila.

Lawal was able to communicate his true nature to us notwithstanding the names he has been called due to his physical looks. Communicating who we really are has been a challenge for a lot of us. People all over the world hide their fears and insecurities behind a false mask.

I feel that blogs have brought about a new generation of complex-busters, with blogs we are able to share our opinions freely, communicate our doubts openly and even support our belief firmly without fear of harrasment.

Blogs have supported us but we need to help ourselves overcome whatever insecurity we have about ourselves. Oh oh, my laptop battery is down, it's NEPA again. We'll continue this conversation in subsequent post..

The Ojo Files: The Facebook Affair.

I left Nigerian Navy Secondary School,Ojo, lagos 13 years ago. I did not complete my study there, i left when i was supposed to get into SS 1. It was family issues and stuff that prompted this. We relocated to Port Harcourt, where I have been until now. Starting life new etc etc, one, twice in PH i met old friends from Navy. These moments were usually very glorious, I met Azuka Ugboh and fidel Porbeni who were studying in the University of Port Harcourt, though they left almost as soon as i got in. I also met Emmanuel Etim and Ovie Kpokpogiri, Ibiere Martyns and Sophia Lawson actually lived in PH and were kinda related to me. Apart from these folks, my life in Ojo was an abstract and painful memory i missed.

Ibiere often told me about reunion events that usually took place but it turns out that the opportunity to attend evades me. whenever i go to lagos, i try to make effort to see my mates but there was always a contact wall. I managed to see Howell Alusi (Yokozuna) and Opeyemi Owoade (My 1st Crush) on one of my visits to lagos, I wanted to also see Yemi Morafa but he stood me up. Seeing Howell and Opeyemi was refreshing to me, though we did not spend much time together.

I recently created a profile on facebook (Ibiere's advice) and wops! I met (at least almost) EVERYBODY there, I am still so excited about this that i feel life has just begun. Seeing Dipo Odumosu (who never really struck me as someone who would have beards), Kunle Awolowo ( who turns out to be so sleek and creamy for a bloke), Adewunmi Adeola (who is still Dope, crazy influence, WARNING!!! this guy is off da hook for chezzy), Idy Akpan ( my classmate, all the way from primary school which was Nigerian Navy Primary School, Ojo), Tayo Sode ( my true mate for life), Ife Jonathan ( He gave me his elder brother's black "MAX" jean to wear for socials, you're a true mate) Ile Oke ( who used to have a crush on Nnanna), Nnanna Uche ( Our class captain) The Mofunanyas' ( Vice-Principal's boys) the olly moores' ( Del and his Sister who hurt me once, stupidly, a calico incident) Taiwo Abolarin (my brother(Aduwo) who we depended on in school), Ibrahim Mamman ( generous funky doctor and brother(Aduwo)). Abdul-Malik Ogohi, Elochukwu Onyia (Damisa guys), and others have not yet added me and who I am yet to add.

But for now i'll still be connecting to each one of my old friends because in their diverse and unique ways, they touched my life... see you on my next post