toonday's perspectives

The first time I was at Ilorin, I visited a canteen at a far abandoned faculty in University of Ilorin where I ate an unhealthy but generous plate of beans which ruptured my stomach. The  ensuing abdominal in-continence marred my desire to feed on the city's panoramic views. My efforts to relieve the physiological distress was met by Uni-Ilorin debasing convenience. I could not defecate in the toilet, it was too much de-dehumanizing. After leaving the campus, I attempted at a motorpark' toilet which was also infested-ly wet and filled with finger-sized flies. I ran into a waiting bus leaving to Oyo.   The experience was harrowing and more saddening that the sweet-love I sought there then was also sour.   Now, I step once again into Ilorin with my eyes readied. I can see a town with light and free air (unlike the heavy and arid air of Ibadan mainstream)  just like it's rural, accompanied with urban outlook of a cosmopolitan with flowery yellow and green brig

Actually, that idiomatic expression as often employed in our prayers " Ise kekere, owo nla" can be understood from different perspectives. This is not to decry our elders. They have given varieties of proverbs to suit needs and moments beyond what a motivational book can condensedly give. 'Ai'ni arojinle ni mu iyawo pe oko re ni were nitori pe omo re omo were ni, oun gan fun rare iyawo were ( It's only a lack deep reflection that will make a wife call her husband a mad man because as such her child is the child of a mad man and she is a wife of a mad man). The focal point is the effect this idiomatic prayer has wrought on our social mentality like the musical cliche that has also turned into another idiomatic expression: " Mi o lè wa ku, mo ti gbiyan ju, Moti se iwon ti mo lè se, alubarika alubarika nikoko" ( I can't over-exert myself.  I have given it my best shot. God's blessing is significant). That rendition always lowers determinat

It is remiss that since my fawning on Arsenal I have not written a dedicated epistle for Arsene Wenger. Would it be because Arsene has found it hard to reach again the invincible peak he has set in his Arsenal's career? Or I took for granted his accomplishment by setting a fixed bar of expectations instead of shift-able goal post? To a certain percentage, it’s a proportion of both. With a lot of dynamic factors that the global environment has wrought on foot balling, a manager needs to fulfill both ( Ranieri would tell you that the high achievement of today would be your expected pass-mark tomorrow ). So, here I am, writing on the enigma known as Arsene wenger. Being his birthday some days ago, the social media would have been awash with his biography, achievements, records, successes etc. Dwelling much on that will be tantamount to wallowing in repetitive citation. Wikipedia gives a detailed and in-depth citation of Arsene Wenger even to his marital life. He is "the manage

I used to have some friendly neighbors in the Service Apartment beside my house. We did watch football matches, films, and share jokes after work. They were many and I was lonely. It was a balance equation of convenience that virtually every transferable chore I performed it in their place except eating. Their place was a Disney Land for me.‎ Not until mid-November that I was told they would be leaving. Their Boss lightly asked: "Alfa, won't you miss us so?". But I couldn't voice a reply because such feelings are best expressed when felt.  Now they have moved. The Disney Land has turned to lifeless building with breeze sweeping dry leaves around and empty windows opening and shutting at breeze's volition. The house, every time I see it, looks like an haunted house in American horror movies. All I could have done to have my Disney back is to pay for my neighbors' rent but can I afford such?  Marriage, I am afraid, is like that. Your husband or wife