Tнε Path of Faith

I was going to write about the greatest Rock Bands. But, I realise there's only one greatest, and it will be a MAJOR slight to share this post with any other. So, I dedicate this post to QUEEN. The GREATEST Rock band of all time. Queen is the greatest rock Band of all time due to the versatility, magnetism and hypnotic charisma of FREDDIE MERCURY.  The band has re-leased a total of: EIGHTEEN NUMBER ONE ALBUMS, EIGHTEEN NUMBER ONE SINGLES, TEN NUMBER ONE DVD's and  HAVE SOLD OVER ONE HUNDRED and FIFTY MILLION ALBUMS with some estimates in excess of THREE HUNDRED MILLION ALBUMS. They have been honoured with SEVEN IVOR NOVELLO AWARDS and were inducted in-to the ROCK AND ROLL HALL OF FAME in 2001. Holly-wood Walk of Fame Queen was such a versatile group and all their songs had different characters and evoked different emotions in the listener of which the most consistent are usually Awe and Admiration. I'm not saying Brian May, Rog...

Some-one once said to me Logic is the Geometry of Thought. I was initially blown away by the written sequence, then when the initial euphoria had died down and the adrenaline had worn off, the smile began to fade.... "Logic is the Geometry of Thought"..? I began to ponder on the above statement.... For starters, what is "Logic"? Secondly, what is "Thought"? Well, they seem to be cut out of the same cloth. Logic can be said to be in the Senior Management Division of the Mental Organisation called Thought. What is Geometry? This ingredient that seems to spice up boring old thought and transforms it in-to an exciting genre of the Mental called Logic. Well, Geometry is a mathematical term implying a shape, configuration or arrangement or a relation-ship between lines, angles, solids and their properties. Ok, fair enough. Mathematics and all of its sub-entities fall under Logic some-what. We can basically say Mathematics is a mental excursion br...

Cosmopolitan it may seem, Humanity bursting at the seam, Diverse colours almost obscene. All are heard; none are seen. Uniformity in diversity, Chaos in serenity, Ugliness doing beautifully, Still a village disguised as a city. Myriad and diversified, Complex and haughty, Confident, un-unified, Of adulation, always worthy. EDO! My land for-ever o! Oba gha to kpe e I-s-e-e-e.....

 My  First Planking  Experience I was first told about PLANKING by an acquaintance of mine. I thought it was rather fascinating as my curiousity was peaked, he then told me to google it. Which I did, and since then I haven't found peace.  The thought of Planking burned a hole in my chest, every-where I looked seemed like a potential plank site. I thought of Planking on my man's gargantuan SUV(don't know why men drive such "tanks", are they going up a mountain inn it? Any-way, talk for another day...), he'll take the picture.. He's used to me and my shenanigans, and basically supports and accepts me just as I am(bless his dear heart).  SO, every-day, the thought grew, till finally, I told him "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!" I have to get this out of my system! Grrrr. So I dragged him down the stairs of his home, positioned my-self and he took all the shots even encouraging me to hold positions while he took...

This was written for me by Adonis from a previous reality of mine..... Ode to Aiferhaomo With a pair of damaged knees A bleeding heart And a stony stare She came to the World Thirsty for love; afraid of love Barefooted she's been roving the plains of the Great Dessert Since the beginning of time Looking for her own Ithaca Drained from the ages All those hopeless battles she fought Her body scarred from that endless rebellion Against herself And the soulless crowds Eloquent in her silence Compassionate in her cruelty Tender in her roughness Fragile in her rigidity Submissive in her dominance Dominant in her submissiveness Playful in her loftiness Cheerful in her sorrow Sane in her lunacy Ingenious in her triviality Always balancing at the edge of the blade A scared little child with the looks of a hardened warrior Perfect in her immeasurable imperfections A distant apparition of the Afric...

In the wake of the creation of a new country, there is the influx of the down-trodden, the dark of skin and the broken of spirit, now defiant Every-one packs up their belongings

This happened to me some-time in the middle of February, 2011 A guide took me to a very deserted beach with-in the Lekki axis in Lagos State, Nigeria called the Ilasan beach.  It was very quiet, no sound save for the waves beating against the shore-line trying to over-power it with-out success. My guide promptly retreated out of sight as he sensed I did not need his guidance here. Smart fellow. I looked around me and had the feeling that I was the only human standing in the New World waiting to welcome the cross-overs from the Old World. I felt I was the inhabitant of another planet as there was not an iota of civilisation in sight with the exception of a once proud ship whose progress had been abruptly stopped by the First (1st) Battalion of Sand guarding the shore-line. It had been slapped in the face several ways by Mother Nature for daring to enter her territory.  A sorry sight to be-hold, in-deed it was. I looked at the ship and I wondered if it had contai...

The Bible, (according to the book of Genesis) says that God made us in his own image. Ok, fair enough..... But, what "image" is this exactly? Is it the Homo Sapiens? But..... the Homo Sapiens has been in existence for approximately five hundred thousand (500, 000) years. Mean-while, the Earth has been in existence for a little over four and a half (4.55) BILLION years (give or take 1%...). And the Human Race has no known affiliated residence of abode be-sides Earth. So, what image was this "man" that GOD created billions of years ago and what  "image" is GOD then if Humans are fashioned after him be-fore they (humans) came in-to existence? Ok, let us give room for skepticism and presume man did not originate from a single organism.... Good? Ok. Some automatons will say that is not a physical image, but a SPIRITUAL one. Ok. Let us look at this closely.... Let us start from the the Hominoidae; also known as the Grea...

LOCATION: Our Individual Heads. BRANCHES: World-wide (and probably beyond, for all we know...) Every single activity we encounter in life is stored in The Great Bank of Memory that is located in our heads. It doesn't make a difference if it is a direct or in-direct encounter. It goes right into the Great Bank of Memory. Every-thing we do in life leaves a a mental inprint that is some-times encrypted but ALWAYS stored in this bank. There are four rooms in this bank: There's the ANTE-CHAMBER, the MAIN ROOM, the INNER SANCTUM and the VAULT. The Ante-chamber is where we have our immediate occurrences also known as our immediate consciousness. Then as time moves on and fresh memories are deposited, they are moved further in-to the Main room. Some-times they come to the fore of our immediate consciousness, other times they may not. Then there is the Inner Sanctum. This is where we keep our special memories (not necessarily sad ones), that we reach in-to and pull...

This is true story that happened when I visited a hospital for consolatory purposes: "D ear God, please take care of my baby, don't let my enemies to laugh at me".  These were the words she said to her fellow admitee as she lay on her back clutching her protruding belly that four days earlier had held a full term foetus.  A very dark skinned Ibo woman with closed cropped hair and impossibly high African cheek-bones, animated white eyes and large even teeth. On closer inspection, I saw a tube running from the under-side of her bottom as she lay flat on her back down to a square transparent bag that was slowly filling up with liquid the colour of muddy ginger ale. I sat still with-out moving, holding my breath, I smelt a story.... And then, she began.... She had given birth four days earlier through a gruelling and harrowing caesarian section. And, after all that pain and awful near-death experience, she had not heard the cry of her baby. She has not s...

JAMAICA. A city of muderers in uninform. A city of so much blood-shed. A city where life is so fickle. A city of in-justice. Robert Hill - Also known as the Kentucky Kid was an entertainer who was murdered in his search for justice by the Jamaica Constabulary Force (the police force of Jamaica). Prior to this , h e had filmed policemen beating him and his wife, Kumiko, who was eight months pregnant during one beatin g.  His was a voice that was drowned amidst the hail of gun-fire. He had spoken out that he was going to killed because he dared to challenge the police. They had beaten him till he was hospitalised previously, and there was even a video of it which he had posted on you tube. This obviously enraged this merchants of death as they came and dispatched him to the great beyond in a rather bloody and messy fashion. This were this last words to the world: Kentucky Kid "Hello Jamaica. I'm Robert Hill AKA Kentucky Kid. I really don't know what ...