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[goblarsgist]

When This song was a hit ..the year was 2000 .. and it stretched well into 2001

I literally wanted to walk away from all my problems

And so the song resonated with me deeper than it did with most

Vivid memories of playing it while doing school runs in my 505 saloon..t

In retrospect ..I thought those were horrible years but I went on to see worse

I am writing so it means I survived them all with my mind intact ( though most will argue this point )

Not sure now is really any better than then except that the mindset is stronger and more together anchored on what some call make belief but so tangible to me that it's not worth debating

Time heals ? Not sure if this is the ultimate truth ..having time though allows for other factors to do the healing ..so maybe in directly time does heal

What changed ? Faith was discovered and Faith was exercised and grew stronger

Faith like attraction like love holds it's all together

If one can keep the faith then one can hope ..if one can hope then tomorrow comes sooner and appears brighter

The light at the end of the tunnel is a real and welcome concept without which everything falls apart

I thank God for those years ..the gym years I choose to call them

It ain't over ..not by a long short !

Aluta !

Victoria acerta !

11:08pm 30032024

#talesfromibadan #oloyegobii #Youtube

[goblarsgist]

*THANKSGIVING*

Did God not say that all I require is THANKSGIVING?

It was a long time ago that my child hood friend, John Bosco, shine shine Bobo, Mr E , a thoroughbred Ibadan born and bred who lived in Bodija but despised his aristocratic upbringing had this conversation with me .

Verbal rumours had gone round town that Mr E had consumed two cartons of Star Lager beer at a sitting, 24 bottles in all!

Elemsy was my childhood friend, two houses separated us and we saw almost daily except when we both were in school. He was the most jovial and boisterous Human being that I ever knew. He kept no guile nor malice against anyone. He dressed smart, walked briskly and never missed playing the organ in Church on Sundays, and Squash on Saturdays.He passed quite a couple of piano exams examined in the UK and was usually compensated for by his father who was quite fond of him, being the only boy amongst five girls.

So I took it upon myself to clarify this myth or rumour of " Mr E drank 24 bottles of his favourite Star Lager beer", a brand from which he earned a well deserved appellation, " shine shine Bobo".

So I asked Mr E, if truly he drank as much as was being rumoured...and his response still remains fresh in my memory even though he died a long time ago .

Shine shine Bobo explained to me, starting with his familiar word, " apparently, apparently" and I paraphrase. Sir Kay, you know, apparently, it was my birthday and I wanted to thank God, ( for my life) so I went to Joanis Guest house bar and bought a carton of beer,( Star Lager) to thank God hoping that my friends would come around and partake in it. Well,I had to start drinking in anticipation that others would stroll in and be my guest. Now, it was in the days of telepathy where we just happen to walk or drive around town without any sense of responsibility or purpose like a head struck violently with a stick, ( _bi ori ti won shan ni'gi)_

We - myself ,Tolu, Tayo, would congregate first at Bodija guest house where Mr Luke's diminutive wife would serve us "meat goat" pepper soup and beer , and from there to Bamboo corner where we were serenaded with Jazz music by Daddy Cl , B and with S,( of blessed memory) on the bass guitar. We would later meet again in the evening at Ay's Tin Tin to enjoy what we thought was life! Ah! Those American dough nuts at Tin Tin were simply the best!, fresh, crunchy with a thick but enjoyable coating . I still remember Ay coming back home in his regular brown coloured Mercedez Benz 200 blasting the Lyrics of King Sunny Ade from protesting car speakers.

Back to Mr E ' s narrative, he enthused further that from drinking one bottle to half a carton , he proceeded to the third , sixth , and ninth bottle , till the carton found itself empty, but filled up with empty bottles.

He was not in a hurry to get home, the country was safe then, that was the period that my mother had reported me to her elderly uncle's strict wife that Kayode was fond of coming home at night .

M's mum, God rest her soul had accosted me on an evening stroll and said ," ehen, you! Your mother complained that you are a night crawler, you know, a well brought up child does not wander at night, neither is the dead of night a respecter of persons"!

I summoned courage and reminded her that night was safer than daylight as a lot of murders during that period were executed during the day, Kudirat Abiola, Dele Giwa and so many others. Mummy M gave me a well deserved scowl, walked away as if in a trance! I knew that it was not a good idea to visit M at home again.I never discussed this with M, may Mummy M's soul rest in peace.

Again,Mr E continued that after consuming the first carton of 12 bottles, he still anticipated the arrival of friends anonymous, but many were expected, but none came!

So, he continued with a second carton that sat idle below his bar " _stood_ ",( _stood_ as pronounced by ill- literates) . Mr E, non plussed, concluded and confessed that he actually consumed two cartons of Star Lager beer at a sitting, to thank God on and for his birthday.

Mr E and I met frequently when we both worked in Lagos around 1998/99. We had concluded arrangements on occupying a flat together, it was that week that my resignation letter was approved at the University of Lagos to start a teaching career at U.I where I was a registered PhD student. It was that same week that Mr E was shot in front of his street while taking an innocent stroll.

May the soul of Mr E, my "brother" and childhood friend continue to rest in peace. Death indeed is only the absence of presence, you are fondly remembered today and always,Elemsy, shine shine Bobo!

* Postscript.

I sincerely thank all those who showered me with love in years past, present and...too numerous for a well deserved roll call. I am extremely grateful and thankful to you all, I write this with a heart of gratitude and thanksgiving. And May I also confess how I savoured thus red sweet wine , 11% , Produce of Spain to the point of downing one full chilled bottle and requested for another one at a social function when my gee and wine barometer, aunty I, gave me a familiar bombastic full eyes look and removed the sweating bottle of Le_Merit wine from my presence saying that enough was enough! _O'obirin_ !

Korgi©10:47 am 7/1/24

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[goblarsgist]

QUICK STORY:

Yesterday, Nky Iweka shared a post from a dude who wrote about his village uncle. According to the post, the Uncle, though tiny in size, would never concede to any defeat in a fight. On one occasion, this tiny Uncle continued a fight with an adversary for 3 months everywhere they met, until the other guy (exasperated) brought his family to beg this midget uncle oh! The story was hilarious and got me talking about another such character, whom I knew to be in Ondo town, who would resume a fight (even though he lost the previous day's fight) every morning at 6:00am and did so for 11 days, He would come knocking at the door everyday, until the subjugator, out of exasperation, abandoned his home. Reading these stories and many other stories on the page got me laughing and brought some more strange stories back to my memory. So, here is my quick story:

There is this particular event which I partially witnessed in my days in UNIFE. In those days, the university's sports facility was fairly well equipped and was a place for guys to hang out and work out in the evenings. It is quite unbelievable how much things have deteriorated in Nigerian Universities. University of Ife was quite a model school in the not too distant past. If you went to the indoor sports centre and gym in the evening in those days, you would see quite a lot of budding body builders working through their regimen and it was not uncommon to see girls come to hang out and get an eyeful. Of course, there were also athletes of all sorts doing their thing.

On this particular day, there had apparently been a spat between two guys caused by a girl - this was before I arrived. It seemed the bone of contention was not yet resolved and tempers were still flared. I noticed that one of the contenders was a chiseled bodybuilder whose physical attributes left no one in doubt what his hobby was. This guy was built like a Spanish bull! The other guy was shockingly very slim. He was athletic, but certainly not a bodybuilder. I would say he was probably a track and field athlete of sort - very slender and fit. Apparently, the earlier altercation had been quenched by fellow gym users who got in between them and put a stop to it. This, however, did not stop the insults and back talk that was still going on when I arrived. The bodybuilder was obviously getting the brunt of the verbal onslaught from the slender guy.

Things came to a head at some point, and there were not enough forces or will power to keep them apart anymore. The bodybuilder walked up to the mouthy slender guy and a fresh altercation started. Furious blows started swinging, many of which missed its intended target. The slender guy was surprisingly bold and lithe, managing to avoid a few head-crushing blows and delivering a few of his. The crowd quickly grew, with no one intending to get in between those wicked blows. The bodybuilder swiftly changed tactics, rushed the slender dude, picked him up like a rag doll and slammed him on the floor! Before the slender guy could recover, he was again lifted up and thrown across the floor like an unwanted furniture! How the slender dude survived it, I wouldn't know. Well-meaning people quickly stepped in to stop the fight.

The slender dude got up and tried to charge back into the fight! He kept on struggling to get back at the bodybuilder, as people held him back. Seeing he was not having much success in continuing the fight, he burst out crying. Something struck me about his emotional outburst. He was not crying from hurt or pain. He was crying out of frustration - you could see his eyes were bloodshot and the veins on his neck and frontal lobe were clearly visible. He wanted to fight and could not be contained. He kept on saying; "Stamina ni ija, ....stamina ni ija!....", meaning fighting is all about stamina, ...fighting is all about stamina! Despite every effort, slender dude refused to be placated and even pretended to walk away, only to run around the crowd to get to the bodybuilder!

The fight resumed. Clearly, at this point, guys had decided to let the chips fall where it may. The bodybuilder was taken by surprise, but he quickly recovered. He parried off a few blows and had the slender guy in head lock. For a while, it seemed like the bodybuilder did not know what to do with this hard-headed guy in his clutch. After a little more struggle, bodybuilder using his superior strength, picked up the slender guy and body-slammed him with much more brutality! I thought it was a knockout blow. This slender dude got up again and charged back in. The bodybuilder started throwing haymaker punches intended to take off a person's head. The slender guy avoided most of the punches and seemed to be enjoying the fight. He connected a few of his own. Bodybuilder changed tactics, rushed in and got slender guy in a chokehold, but the slender guy was slippery and lithe.

Everyone just sat back and watched. It was as if there was a consensus to allow things to work itself out. Something incredible started happening - it was as if the bodybuilder started getting tired and the slender guy started enjoying himself more and more. It was then that I remembered what he was saying while crying; "Stamina ni ija, ....stamina ni ija!!..." - that was his song. It was quite unbelievable! The bodybuilder was obviously far more powerful, but no one could have anticipated what was being witnessed. This slender guy was the human equivalent of an African Honey Badger! He simply did not know how to quit. After a while, the bodybuilder, who was not a particularly vocal guy, started vocalising and talking;

"Take this motherf**ker away from me or else I will kill him"

He repeated himself again;

"Take this bastard away from me otherwise, I will kill him"

No one moved a muscle. Sebi nah una wan fight? The slender guy managed to get out of the headlock and then attacked again with kicks and blows. He took up a classic boxing stance, dodging and throwing blows while he kept yelling out to the onlookers;

"E ma da si o! .....E ma da si o!", (Translation: "...don't interfere o!")

At this stage, you could tell the bodybuilder needed a break, whereas this slender guy seemed to be enjoying it more and more, despite the fact that he had received a fair amount of beating. His face was puffed up and his lips were swollen, but his spirit was as eager as when the fight began. The fight continued. Out of exhaustion, the bodybuilder picked up the slender dude and proceeded to throw him to the ground, this time ensuring that he held him to the ground with all his weight. The slender guy just kept punching and throwing at bodybuilder's face from his position on the ground like an MMA fighter. At this point, as if in sheer exasperation, the bodybuilder had the slender dude with his back on the floor (still fighting like hell) and grabbed his neck with his two hands as if to strangle him. I was alarmed! Finally, it seemed the bodybuilder could take no more punches to the face from this mad Honey Badger that was under him, he yelled out to us (onlookers) in a very frustrated tone;

"E stop ija yi nau! Ma kan ọrun bobo yi oh!"

(Translation: Stop this fight or I will break this guy's neck oh")

The plea and desperation in his voice needed no interpretation. He was not kidding! He had clearly had enough. Guys moved in to stop the fight immediately. Both fighters were bleeding on the face. The Slender guy, having taken a lot of pummelling starting crying again;

"E ma da si, ...E ma da si o! Stamina ni ija nau. Stamina ni ija....."

(Translation: Don't interfere, don't interfere! Fighting is all about stamina!)

He was bundled and carried away, sobbing, kicking and screaming.......

"Stamina ni ija, ...stamina ni ija........"

The guy became a legend in Awolowo male hostel!

~Mide Iluyomade 11:27am 08122023

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[goblarsgist]

the smallest and supposedly most insignificant of actions ( even words and for the discerning, thoughts) have great effect in the scheme of things

one really ought to be very intentional about all we do and say ( which starts with the quality of our thoughts )

elections are upon us .. we all should be intentional about who and why we are voting one way or the other .. needless to say it will have a colossal effect on our lives in years to come

even if we vote in the 'best' candidate .. he is very unlikely to achieve any significant progress immediately and so we still have to mindful of the choices we make this season

only those with the capacity to be intentional and focused on what is truly important will make it in one piece to the other side of what comes next ( don't ask me what come next , you will recognize it when it comes and don't ask what's on the other side of what come next ) ..dem no need to inform the blind man that it is raining

stay safe ..

~230223

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[goblarsgist]

I RECOGNISE YOUR PRESENCE

Some of you folks would have attended an event where the musician or the MC would be mentioning names of important people present at the occasion. You would also have noticed that there would be this one guy or lady, who would feel left out and would do absolutely everything to ensure his/her name was mentioned as well. This guy would be the one who would be dancing crazily in front of the musician, jump on his table, waving his hands wildly, start a fight/ loud argument or even walk up to the main stage and stand in front of the musician or MC, just in his bid to be recognised. Some times the musician/MC, will ignore him, but most times, they would just want to get rid of the nuisance the guy is causing and say "I recognise the presence of..."

They do this so the guy can rest and allow the more important things to go on.

Now, Manchester United has been having a bad time lately, fans of that tiny little club have been jumping upandan, trying to catch my attention. They have not been contented with just writing stuff on my timeline, they have been going all around social media mentioning my name everywhere anyone says anything about Manchester United, even on pages of people I am not friends with. They probably think I have not seen them, they just want that recognition.

Folks, I know we are getting old, but the way the new media works is that you get a notification every time your name is mentioned. I have been notified, right from the first time you mentioned my name, I just decided to ignore it. But now, to make you happy and allow you to rest, because I love you all and I don't want you to get HBP stressing and wondering whether I have seen your messages, I say to you all "I RECOGNISE YOUR PRESENCE ". Make una go rest. Na game we lose, we no kee person. Ę sinmi rascality, don't wound yourselves over another person matter. 🎤

~Ayopo Apesin 4:08pm 20092023

[goblarsgist]

everything has value !

that you consider it useless may be that the purpose is beyond you or perhaps the time is not right

today I go party

part of the gifts in the bag was 5 packs of indomine

I smiled when I saw it ... there were goodies like yards of Ankara in the goodies bag .. why add indomie was the thought that almost came to mind

Isha lo ba de! and promptly forgot about it

time to go home .. even when hunger never full the land like this .. area boys go still come beg for money .. and as a wise and understanding citizen of the federal republic of Nigeria you would have reserved a few 100 Naira notes to allow for smooth passage from venue thru car park into your vehicle

beht now .. when the elephants are wrestling and part of the game is too not only change the currency but make it scarce ... physical cash is now a scarce essential commodity and area boys never up grade to pos terminal levels .. what to do ?

we go scope our way thru!

omo! scope failed o ! all attempts to explain say cash no dey failed .. one just talk say anything anything make him for go feed him children for house

ping! na so I remember the indomine o ..

"at all at all abi?"

"Baba! anything anything "

I just commot the indomine begin share

see happiness

see joy!

see relief ( na me get )

moral of the story ?

In the absence of physical cash carry a few packs of indomine around .. na the new currency in place of 100 naira be that till further notice

an indomine in time saves time

#oloyegobii 04022023

[goblarsgist]

Nature Has No Conscience...

A hungry Lion doesn't consider the newly born children of a lamb before devouring their mother... The lion's nature is higher than its conscience.

A Snake 🐍 doesn't consider who saved it from a pit before it bites a person. Nature has no conscience.

When people you trust hurt you - calm down and know that it is a battle of Nature versus conscience. Unfortunately, nature supercedes conscience.

A sister who lays on the chest of a religious daddy should know that the conscience of her daddy and the nature of her daddy are two opposite realities.

A man who allows his wife to play wife roles to a religious papa should know that the nature of a man is stronger than his conscience. The religious Papa will chow her and blame the 'devil'.

A snake bites anything because it is its nature to bite.

A lion doesn't care if a lamb just had a baby before chowing the lamb.

May a day not come when you will discover that you trusted the conscience of a person without logically considering the nature of the person.

Check patterns.. nature... Track records... Humans do not change.

Maranatha.

~Charles Awuzie 11:56pm 28012023

[goblarsgist]

Always and irrevocably mine

always & irrevocably

two regular words

but when combined and used in defining relationships

it becomes extremely powerful

the more you consider this truth

the more important it becomes

if you don't have a relationship that you can define as always & irrevocably

you are in a precarious situation in life

my unsolicited and humble advice would be to

Seek for such a realtionship while it may still be found; work on it while it is still possible

10:24am 17092023

#oloyegobii

[goblarsgist]

Me & Myself had this conversation of which I was a witness

Everyday we would go for a stroll ( no be brisk walk o😀) for at least 30mins

Myself no gree cooperate this morrin

Me come hold Myself to ransom

"if We no stroll We no dey go anywhere today"

and I know Me

Me no dey gree ( some of you might be able to testify )😀

as i dey I don confuse as i dey watch the vawulence me is unleashing on myself

as of 10:30am me don lock myself for inside room ! ~Gobii 1034am 27112022

#healthiswealth

#oloyegobii

[goblarsgist]

Baba Muji married his wife as a teenager. She was at that time a proper “lepa”. Years gone by, Iya Muji was now a “thicker body”. What should any man expect after 3 kids .. and meat tasting episodes.

The he met Ganiyat. Ganiyat was 18. Supple and fresh. One thing led to another thing. Ganiyat, started showing Ba Muji another level of glory.

Baba Muji started to neglect Iya Muji. He would complain of back pain. Waist pain. Iya Muji bore the neglect in solitude. She tried all she could. Going to bed with only wrapper. Placing “cushions” next to Baba Muji’s “Ronaldo”. Nothing happened.

One day a text message dropped into Baba Muji’s phone while she was arranging the room. The text read “you have to get me across the mountain oh. You are not pressing the pedal to the ground”

Iya Muji was a decoder. The new version capable of dual view and internet connection. The useless man had been sharing her “food” with strangers.

Baba Muji meanwhile had found it difficult keeping up with an 18 year old. He had resorted to “sef hep”! He had an agbo that he took 2 hours before on match days. The agbo allowed him keep “Ronaldo” on the pitch for longer periods.

Iya Muji had asked him why he took the concoction. He said it was for “success” in business. She realised that after taking it, he would depart home.

She devised a plan. Set the plan in motion.

On this fateful day, Baba Muji had given her his usual excuses. She had placed the “twins” next to his mouth. Baba Muji was in no mood for soft pawpaw. He was dreaming of hard coconuts. All Iya Muji’s antics did not work.

In the evening Baba Muji took out the “success herbs”. Rather than one shot, he took two. He had promised Ganiyat the “time of her life”. For effects sef he had avoided sugar for three days. He had plans for San Siro!!!

Baba Muji, got to the match venue. Ganiyat was already in match mode. See through nightie, strings and push up.... she also needed money. If she blew his mind, he would empty his pocket.

There was the usual light refreshment with an added spice of ginger drink. All to ensure performance. Lewis Hamilton would have nothing on Baba Muji after tonight.

Then shit hit the fan literally. Baba Muji felt a slight rumble and an urge to fart. So he adjusted himself while Ganiyat went into the kitchen for more supplies. Na shit commot oh! Staining him and the chair.

And then he could not hold it. Then the tap came loose. Ganiyat came back into the room and started cursing him out. “Are you a child, you could not even hold yourself? What kind of nonsense is this!”

Baba Muji was in a dilemma. Was it the two shots? Was it the ginger? He had started to sweat. His bowels seemed uncontrollable. He managed to get up. He was to weak to drive.

He felt shame. Ganiyat was not showing him care. Abusing him like a child.

He managed to get home. Iya Muji was at the door to meet him. She was solicitous. “Baale mi, what happened? You are back early”

Baba Muji was looking for the loo. He had barely managed to hold it.

In the loo, he thought he could hear the laughter of Iya Muji. She was laughing. Uncontrollably. She had switched things. Apparently it had worked!

copied From FB

[goblarsgist]

long read alert

Oct 2010

at this point in my life ..i was yet to be cured of my hero's complex

in my mind we were competing with Lagos Bikers ..Abuja Bikers .. Port Harcourt bikers

back then those were the only cities/towns with any considerable gathering of bikers

i thought it was my duty to rep Ibadan against all odds

on my polo top you would see C8 & M6

those were 'our badges of Honour'

C8 - C represented Calabar which was the destination for 2008 Biker's convention and the 8 indicates that only 8 of us went

M6 - M was for Makurdi ..only 6 of us went

that was the code ..that is how we separated the 'men' from the boys

PHC - Port Harcourt ..2010 was the year ..the shirts were branded before we knew how many were going to make the trip

and trust me! its near impossible to know just who & who will make the trip

and that brings me to the crux of my story

the name of the Club Steel Knights MC we collectively chose

the slogan "Never say Never" was all me !

i had prior to the time lost a daughter her name was Dami .. beautiful feisty Soul she fought to the end ..gave attitude to the end ... she blessed me with a never give in or up attitude ..and so when i coined the slogan

Never say Never

it was from the depth of my soul ..

and so we were prepping for this trip to PHC

daily trips was made by me to check on all the bikes that were scheduled to make the trip

the night before departure me as Presido at the time discovered that my bike clutch was slipping and that was it ..no trip for me or so it seemed

late into the night we tinkered and tinkered ..it was fixed but who wants to take such a risk on such a long trip

Ope ( a crazy daring soul ..the ultimate speed demon and yet with a good heart) had a plan that went like this

i was to take Don Tonyrowlandawobode Tee 's gixxer 600 ( i think it was to Ajah ) drop the 600 there and pick up Ope's gixxer 750 that he had just sold but yet to conclude the sale of and join the rest of the boys at Ijebu ode .... only thing was that the front tyre of the gixxer 750 was worn and so i needed to take a spare to change it along the way

sounded like a great plan ? it had to ! it was the only plan !😀

and so i set out at dawn ..made it to Ajah swapped bikes headed to ijebu to meet up with the pack

when i got to Ijebu i checked my messages ..they had proceeded to Benin

Benin down the road there ? i raced down as fast as the bad road would allow

i get to Benin they had moved so i sent them a message

"guys wait for me at Warri "

i get to Warri and get a text that they changed route and had decided to go thru Onisha ...

its Benin to Onisha or Benin to Warri

at that point, i realized i was on my own no big deal except for two or three minor details

1) we had pooled money together and given it to our pursuer to hold so i was traveling "light "

2) one over zealous police officer gave me the choice of being obtained or delayed ..thats a no brainer the choice i made

3) i had a tyre round my neck that i had carried from ibadan to lagos and now to warri and was now weighing a ton

never say never abi?

filled my tank and stuffed my last 100 bucks in glove

tyre change aborted

Patani straight !

then the rains started !

poor eye sight! glasses! torrential rainfall and helmet visor has never and will never be a good mix !

as usual i remembered my maker and prayed that prayer that i always pray "when i know i have done pass myself " "mo ti gu igi koja ewe"

"Father if you can just save me this one time, i will never do it again"

a prayer that God has heard from my lips time without number

most likely God Hissed and sha sent one Angel to sha make sure i got there in one piece

( that Song Anu ni mo ri gba tori ko'se gbo eniyan lori anu gba is so so precious to me)

approaching Chopa..i wan buy pure water .. i no find my las 100 bucks .. wind don blow am commot my glove ...i was dehydrated and it showed my riding had become erratic

i saw a police check point ahead and i stopped and asked for water to drink they obliged

the way i guzzled two sachet made him ask if i needed more ..he came with 6 more

i washed my face & my visor ..wet my head

thanked them profusely and continued on my way

that year i became a believer

"police is your friend "

take it from me you just dont know till the day you need them

interestingly one of those officers got posted to Ibadan and we became good friends

the worst was over i don reach Chopa abi?

for where?

the front tyre finally gave way .. it was late and still a few kilometers to final destination of PHC

but i was grateful that it did not give way when i was clocking 250 - 270km/hr on that beautiful warri road

na so i ride enter PHC on a front flat ..late at night with the spare tyre still hanging round my neck like an ammo belt

as i land at i think it was called Mosquito Bar or something

i saw men shaking their heads and saying Ibadan people sha!

my brother from another mother Paul Messan Ladipo Lawson of Ryker's Ride was there he had been checking on me from warri onwards

so if you are wondering why i looked the way i did in the picture below ..now you know

may we never ever look like what we have or are going thru

can i get an Amen ?

some day i will tell you all about the return trip.

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the edited version ~06102022

[goblarsgist]

in 1993/94

Christopher Peter Tevi Lawson & I set up our first joint venture, the first of many to come

a shed we designed & built .

a business called Moz sticks & steaks

Mo for him was his sister's name

for me the Simpsons had made an impact

worked for Piro ..worked for me

we had some bad ass grillz going on at the Rotary playground New Bodija

It was a drive in seat on your bonnet kind of hang out

when it rained and the wind was high and wild ..i would have to grab an upright .. Piro another ..Joseph & Ohio Sam the last two ..

we got wet but we still had a shed at the end of the rain

just today i had to wonder..but it did rain in the middle of the night when there was no one to hold a pole .. too late to ponder ..but i reconfirmed God is faithful even when we think it is "we"

one glorious evening ..as God will have it ..we decided during "working hours" to take a drive to UI to do what exactly, i cant quite recall

but when we got back we had no shed ..but we saw one hell of bonfire on the go

the story goes that some thugs came in with cutlasses and scared everyone off and set the place ablaze

in one moment in time we were business owners and in another moment we were back to being dreamers who thought they could change the world

Rotary club could do nothing ..the Housing police station adviced we do nothing .. a few made men said they would be glad to something

me ? I had a baby & a beautiful wife ..food on the table was my next thought ..the next few months were interesting but that's a story for another day

we let it slide! we had to let it slide! we walked away to regroup elsewhere

the man who gave the command was tight with the goggled dictator of the time ..a self appointed king of an Estate not even a village

i felt cheated but figured i would get a chance to get even

today Dauda ( pictured with me below) popped in to say hello

he has done that over the years ..from my 2tec days till date

today i chose to tell him that i have always known he was the one who lit the match that burnt my shop on that fateful evening

he said he never knew i knew ! i said i had known for a long time now but was waiting for a good time to settle the score with him

he is old and wiser ..i am not so old but certainly mellow ..he said how come i never said nor reacted ..i said i understood he was young and paid to do the job ..it was not personal and it moved me up in world .. however i had plans to mess him and his boss up when i got bigger and stronger ..but now what does it really mean ?

we laughed and talked about the kids of today and how unhinged they were .. and how trouble is not worth it .. paid for his sharwama and we hugged and he left ..he promised to stop by before he skips town

whats the moral of the story ?😀

i dont know ..just something that happened a while ago that i thought to share

but the word "transient" does come to mind

#oloyegobii

#babalaje

#balogunatuluto

#asiwajubalogun

#BambooTowers

#greenviewestates

#bigtymecoop

#e3oils

~Oloyegobii 04102022

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Olasupo Olumoroti 'Gbadegesin' Palmer.

Today is 'Supo's birthday.

He is a friend who's got my back..

True friendship is spelt S U P O.

An example..

31st August 24 years ago I was based in Abuja.

I had rushed home to ibadan to spend time with my mom who was gravely ill with cancer.

I wasn't aware it was the last day I'd see her alive. Being in my mid/late 20's, very energetic and equipped with resources and so most Fridays after office hours i would head out most times after 4pm from Abuja to ibadan, sometimes in the company of Ajagzy Asegun (hed drop of in akure to see his own mum and I'd pick him up on my return trip), a lot of times alone in my 504.

So on this terrible 31st August day I was with mom in Molly clinic..it was obvious to me she was in a very bad shape..

So I snuck outside the hospital room went outside to my car and I was weeping.

SUPO.

Coincidentally Supo was heading to the iwo road motor park and somehow spotted me, comes out of the taxi and suddenly hugs me from behind. After briefing him on mums situation and the fact that I had to head out to Abuja on a very important official assignment, he goes in speaks with my mum and then comes out back to me.

He says he is heading over to lokoja and would be glad if I could give him a ride since I am headed back to Abuja.

He insists on driving as he is one of the very few drivers I trust.

Supo drives all the way to Abuja.

We get to Abuja and I say we should stop somewhere to eat, drink relax.

He doesn't even answer. He heads straight to the ABC transport office.

Then he explains to me he is heading back to lagos. He had a job interview the next morning. He only drove me down because he'd assessed i wasn't in the best shape to drive the distance.

He'd only come to get me safely home.

SUPO.

Mum died two days after.

So happy birthday bro.

Blessings.

~ Woli 27092022

[goblarsgist]

Brothers of Abe Igi.

Words can't express my appreciation for your wishes, calls, prayers and messages.

In my interactions with the generation of my folks and below, I found out that one of the problems of retirement is boredom and loneliness. They had spend time working and taking care of family and running up and down to make ends meet, they loose touch with the things that really matter - good and true friendships.

I can see my retirement full of banter and laughter, from the perspectives self acclaimed ultimate Naija lover @⁨Kunle Oshobi⁩, to @⁨Armani⁩ Armani's robust videos of the gleutus maximus. From @⁨Gobii Lee⁩ Goblars fear of the Fulani herdsman, to Jagun @⁨Oloye Abiola Iyiola⁩'s amala Council, from @⁨Olads⁩ Olad's headache inducing grammatical constructs , to the upper cuts that @⁨kwerks⁩ dishes out to Goblar on a regular basis (i wonder how him still dey stand up 😀), from my bro gidigan, ẹ̀gbọ́n @⁨Tayii⁩'s affinity and expertise with the Yoruba language, to @⁨Abelix⁩ Abelix's mug shots that can raise the dead, from @⁨Apesin⁩ Apesin's entertaining and well crafted "Somalian Escapades" to @⁨Niyi Agunbiade⁩ Agama's agro with Buhari, from @⁨Wole Fatunde⁩ Wolex's desire for a constitution review and restructuring, to Uncle Chemical Pete's @⁨Peter Lawson⁩ regular restructuring of Heineken lager....from @⁨Oluwarotimi Aworonke Rosco⁩ Rosco's gentility, to @⁨Kenneth Ajayi⁩ Kenneth Ajayi's love for "idan", from @⁨Akin Ajayi Obe⁩ and @⁨Tasco⁩ Tasco's great heart towards basketball playing youth, to Puffy Prof @⁨Dr Kayode Omotade⁩'s "opelenge" suzy specs and ASUU blues, from @⁨Femi Atitebi⁩ Atte's panic posts, to @⁨Steve Faleti⁩ Dr. Faleti s hunted game, from HC @⁨Lere Odusote⁩'s forever appeal to reason over sentiments , to the entertainment of @⁨Wazeman⁩ , @⁨Noso Chima⁩ Sex Factor and @⁨Jubril⁩ , from Broda @⁨Gbenga Fatoye Whatsapp⁩'s recollection of WW2 stories, to the "down memory lane shares of veteran @⁨Funto Jakes⁩

You guys make life worth living!

~Tayo Egunjobi 11062022

One love, good health and wealth to us. May we not be BATted into further misery of Naija and ATIKULated into oblivion come 2023 🙏🏽

[goblarsgist]

Big ups fro Big Bounce

The name Lord Baden-Powell rings a distant bell in my sadly slow fading database of memories. He was the founder of the boys scout! In our minds, we thought him a hero of some sort, well we sang a song in his honor and memory! But it wasn’t really him that drove our passion for the Boy’s Scout! Apart from the starch sharp uniform, it was full of interesting adventure like hunting lizards and butterflies, the sense of a para-military order and of course power. But most importantly the camaraderie that pervaded the meetings and extended beyond.

But before I digress let me forcefully reign myself into the gist. You see Tope and I had left staff school in Class 3 (or 4) for a term. Dad lived in Nairobi and mum had also secured a short research opportunity at the ICIPE in Nairobi, so it was only logical that we move to Nairobi.

It was painful to come back in Class 4 (or was it 5) and to see our fellow boy scout crew fully kitted in their investiture attire. This was the ultimate scout promotion to the highest level of bravery and becoming – well, this was what we imagined it in our 8- or 9-year-old minds! We were green with envy, well I was – I didn’t read Tope’s pulse on this occasion. The uniform was spanking – the beret, the neckerchief and its wooden or bamboo slide to hold it in place, the emblem. All! Smart looking boys. Mr Adelusi, christened Docky by none other than…, with his emotionless grin and business as usual demeanor informed us that we could not be promoted in rank because, not only had we missed the prerequisite for full investiture, we had also not committed financially! Was there a way out I semi pleaded with expressions, but I knew in my heart that we had been ‘deranked’, indeed demoted – we who were skilled at striking prostrating lizards and capturing butterflies had lost the rare opportunity to be adorned with our emblem of honour and promotion – it was an equivalent of missing out on being given the National Honour, Member of the Order of The Niger, MON, or worse still, watching your classmates at war college being promoted as Major Generals and there you were struggling to retain your Brigadier General rank.

Muyiwa, much later know as Big Bounce was probably the only one who had the courage to console my devasted self! I was evidently grief stricken as he put his hand around me shoulder and assured me that we will soon have a chance at investiture and our unforms will be ready in no time! I was consoled even though i knew that investiture wasnt happening soon, and if at all it happened, we had been lef behind by our lizard hunting peer!

I have recalled that day several times since them - more so in my adult life, not for the colorful boy’s scout uniform and the beret, but more for the comfort and reassurance I felt when Muyiwa put his hand around my shoulder and reassured me that ‘everything was going to be okay”. Its been over 45 years now – boys have grown to men, and continue to scout – not anymore for lizards, yet I still remember the reassuring words of a brother and how comforting they were. This is how men are made – the little doses of reassurance to their fellow brothers.

One love Bro, Big Bounce! Need I say to you that as you add another year, with you “everything’s going to be okay” in Jesus’ name! ~ Tayo Egunjobi 11012022

[goblarsgist]

[goblarsgist]

Culled from FB " In my opinion for the non initiate.

The first shrine one should obtain is Ile Ori, I’ve stood by this notion for 10 years. This is the first level of priesthood of taking care of ones destiny.

The second shrine one should have is an Egungun Shrine. It’s a deep dive into your spirituality and realigning to your ancestral promises and obligations.

The third shrine is IFA…providing insight into your destiny. Having a hand of Ifa is like have an esentaye, which is given to new born babies.

The fourth shrine is Esu, to open doors and serve as messenger to Olodumare.

The fifth shrine for those who choose not to initiate is their Familiar Orisa. The Orisa your ancient family worshipped or your marketplace Orisa. "

Below is my interpretation

Ori = purpose

Ori chooses purpose

1) know your purpose in Life

Egungun= ancestral purpose / values / roots

2) You must know your roots to have a deep seated identity of self ..this is the basis for confidence manifested self worth and self respect

IFA= knowledge or if you may wisdom , wisdom provides the strategy to overcome and direction

3) one must get wisdom at all costs

Esu = Access to the Divine

To have access to the Divine you must know the laws of the Divine and know how not to contravene such laws that you might achieve the fulfillment of ones destiny

4) understand the

gateways to the Divine

Market place orisha = wealth

To attain any measure of effectiveness in life ..money is required

The easiest way to attain wealth is to leverage on skills and talents that are readily at your disposal

5) self actualization is the best version of self to achieve this one must have over one the basics needs in life ..money answereth all!

~ Oloye Gobii 31072021