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Numb

I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface Don't know what you're expecting of me Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes Every step that I take is another mistake to you And every second I waste is more than I can take! I've become so numb, I can't feel you there Become so tired, so much more aware I'm becoming this, all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you I've become so numb - Linkin park's lead vocalist, Chester Bennington.
He hung himself on Thursday. Too sad. These words aptly describe me so far this year....but to hear Chester committed suicide? That's a new low. Why do these people that help us through the deep, feel terrible enough to kill themselves? Why? Too many people to count. Its heartbreaking. I'm getting over my numbness gradually......gradually.... I have too much to live for, to allow someone else's pressures send me to another hell.

Education: 7Up

In a country where the education system is in shambles, the educational options available to parents, especially those of us that are in the middle class and still run on tight budgets, are not many.
There is the option of hiring private tutors for your children, to teach them extra lessons after school. Another is to look for an affordable private school, and trust your wards to their high-priced hands.

Good Deed: The Web that binds us part 2

Earlier in the year, I connected my dad to the angel who ensured he had an education, thanks to Facebook. Some weeks after posting an answer on Quora, something told me to go to Facebook and check out the daughters timelines. One of them had actually posted pictures of Pastor Moon, asking that we all call him to cheer him up, as he was battling cancer. I told my dad, who insisted I ask for permission from one of the daughters, before he would call. My dad would call, and chat with the pastor for a while.

Pastor Moon's health got a boost, and he was extremely happy that Dad called him (Whoever said our health is not connected to our emotions lied). That was March.

This is June, and I came across another Facebook post from one of the daughters, requesting for prayers for Pastor Moon who was losing the battle against cancer, and might not even make it to his 59th wedding anniversary.

I took a snapshot of the post and sent it to my dad. He decided to go visit them. The ticket from Il…

Good Deed: The Web that binds us part 1

Some months ago, I answered a question on Quora: What's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you. Here is a recap of the relevant part of my answer below:
My dad was the last of four kids by his mum, and while he was still a toddler, his rich and influential dad changed towards them all, refused to send the other kids to school and focused on his younger wife. So they all had to do odd jobs to even survive. My dad barely finished primary school as a result of this. His eldest sibling, also male, was way older than him, so he had finished his education before all this, and was working at the Seventh-Day Adventist Hospital in Ile-Ife, Osun state, Nigeria. One day he heard that one of the missionaries needed someone to help around the house (here in Nigeria we call them houseboy or housegirl), and he went and got my dad to fill the position. By then my dad had already left the rich-boy attitude behind due to the hardship of surviving, so taking the post was no big deal. In fact…

GOOD DEED: THE OKADA RIDER

GOOD DEED: THE OKADA RIDER
Some nights ago, I closed late and so I had to patronize an okada rider.
For those outside the shores of Nigeria, we have what we call okada riders in almost every city in our country. Imagine someone with a motorcycle, carrying passengers for a fee. That's an okada rider.

At first they were a new means of livelihood for many, then they became a nuisance, especially when they were being used for robberies and attacks. Various cities now have laws governing their working times and where they can operate, if at all.

Okada riders are allowed to patronize the areas where my office is, and where I live, so its quite easy for me to use them from one location to the other.
So, on that night, I hailed one of these 'transporters' to take me home. After negotiating the price, the man asked how much I was holding. It turns out he would need to break down the money he had to be able to give me change when we arrived my destination, so we agreed that he woul…

Good Deed: After The Fire

Mr. Takiti returned hom after work, one hot day, to meet his two sons fighting and arguing.
He was extremly tired but he took the time to ask them what the problem was.

"Toni and Tosin," he asked, as he drank a glass of cool water, and wiped his brow. "What is the matter? Why are you fighting?"

"Toni hid my Ben Ten watch!" exclaimed the older Tosin.

"Toni why?" asked their father, as he placed the glass cup on the table. Then he changed his mind.
"I don't want to know why," he added. "Just give the watch back to your brother."

"Yes daddy" the six year old muttered.

One hour later, Toni was still looking for the watch, as he had forgotten where he hid it.
Tosin was getting more upset and shouting so much, that their father woke up and called them again.
Toni was again instructed to give the watch back, while Tosin was told not to make any more noise.
Two hours later, Mr. Takiti woke up in a smoke-filled room, co…

Return to Chunks

I know I know....
Its been sooo long.
My life has been in the Master Tapestry-maker's hands, being woven in intricate patterns, far far far away from where I thought it would head to...
It is well.
So, I am back.
I will rant, weep, praise, exclaim, despair, then start all over again.
This is a return to chunks of time.