A Diary of Shibi O'nike

I began my gratitude tale from the start, skipped two days to let in the soak of the weekend where I had so much images of my younger days stream through my dreams in the passing week. Naming one character over the other sort of seemed the latter bore less significance. So I say the names mentioned here are men whose footprints in my life cried louder (at this point) for statement, the rest are no less neither does non disclosure reduce their legacy. Moving on... LESSON VII 28 Men That Formed Me : Mama Bobo : The first house sat somewhere at the St Patrick's axis, big in my baby eyes, was unpainted, adjacent Ibelefun road, guarded by cany flowers face to face CAC. Efficient was a dynasty, where I was bled into a line of gods in invention. The woman who rocked me for the better half of the day, she fed us yam, rice, moi-moi, & never buns. Of all she made us eat, the best diet was our robust grooming on a government approved academic staple, laced with extra curricula branches in...

Imagine a world where every one behaved the same way🤔 Think of a world with all behaviour like yours. Does better define or worse capture that image? We see in, essay of and  react to others, reflections of contents of the layers of our beliefs.  We want to change our lives for the better, yardsticked on  a fine vision, of a potent trajectory. Say things take a different turn, we still find people take detours, some stick that reliving stereotypic inspiring stories is and remains the only recipe.  We should learn  that experiences that formed beliefs are never same neither will adopting a known model fare better than gained experiences.☹️ We all want to see a better shop, safer hospitals, cleaner drainages, attend standard schools, have good pay, and live in secure estates. Yet aggregates of our effort in effecting these doesn't tally with the longing. We are quick to point the opposite direction, spot faults, & our best in trading blame stock. The game is ...