Ever Present Ex

Susan stepped out into the streets. It’s what it’s called around here – each portion of the community that lacked the shelter and exclusivity which the confines of walls and doors bestow on real estate. The uniformed door attendant unlooked Susan’s bewilderment at the building she just stepped out from. Once a block of flats for local government employees. Later a motel. Now it houses a Sports’ betting shop, a computer school, two Pentecostal churches, and the pharmacy from which she just bought an item.

There are streets, and there are streets. But Akinlade road is a clash of street civilizations. Gang fights, police raids, an open air crusade by a church, a Town hall meeting, and a wake keep procession could all be happening at the same time while the clouds are mildly threatening a downpour. And on some days, there’s just not one activity. Not even a little more sunlight or wind speed. Not a shy moon. And on this day, not even one faint sign of Emeka.

“On this day in history”

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Yes, I Said No!


and Moses, when he was come of age, refused to be called the son of Pharaoh’s daughter


For the most part of my adult life, I’ve been learning to say no. Only a few tasks in the whole wide world could prove more difficult than saying no. I could give up a huge chunk of my life savings just to evade the unpleasantness of turning down a request. *The things people say when they have little or nothing in their savings…*

Each day, we make new decisions and review old ones – choosing to live, to love, to laugh, to be free, to hit the mark… So that, when we have to say no, once may not be enough. Rejecting the things that don’t align with one’s purpose takes more than verbalizing fancy zingers. We ought to live practically by design.

Saying No is in three stages:
I. Saying
II. Doing
III. Being

Stage I
Thoughts, desires, and interactions make up the ‘Saying stage’. We say no first by mental assent, and then by communicating. Sometimes with a smile, at other times we just blurt out the word coldly. NO! When saying No, clarity and firmness are not less important than being polite. Whether it be a case of one walking away from a toxic relationship or, rejecting a deal that negates what they stand for, a polite but unclear No is in the vicinity of a Yes. This is not surprising, given that in most real life situations, our options are usually binary:
Yes or No
True or False
To Love Aloud or to Hold back
To Live or to Merely Exist
To Invite the Future or to Wallow in Regrets

If there be any middle ground or shades of gray, they are real only to the degree to which one embodies indifference as a virtue. No one should be in doubt when you say No.

Interestingly, ‘Saying’ doesn’t always suffice.

Question: I am free from the thoughts of my awful past, but I still find myself in similar situations now.

Answer: You’re still at the first stage. Move on to the next.

Stage II
Actions take us to the ‘Doing stage’. I learnt not long ago, that we do not always do what we think or desire to do. That’s why a person can be kind and yet not good. One may entertain noble thoughts all day on a Friday, and yet hang out with the wrong company at night, while still having mental flashes of puritan endeavours in the same gathering. It takes great effort to align actions with thoughts, and this is simply due to behaviour inertia. In fact, when we do not go through on our word, it’s not necessarily because a situation became daunting in the course of time. It just takes more effort to do than to say.

‘Doing’ involves smartly dissociating one’s self from the people, places and things which conspire, though discreetly, to Yes the No. It involves giving up the privileges and benefits we’d enjoy if we had said Yes. One of the ‘privileges’ of wallowing in regrets is that we get to compare what we are now to what we could have been had we not messed things up so badly. A person who has chosen to say No to the past, has to give up that ‘privilege’. In ‘Doing’, we bear the opportunity cost of ‘Saying’, and sometimes this cost could be so high that we wonder if we’re not overreacting by ‘Saying No’.

Question: This is getting kinda dogmatic with methods and steps, dos and don’ts. I just want to live my life, be me, and be real. How?

Answer: Actually we should have started from stage III

Stage III
Underlying this whole Yes/No rant of mine is a rhetorical question that almost every adult individual asks: Why Can’t I Just Be Me?? Thankfully, it’s rhetorical, so I’m not obligated to provide an answer. *Of course I wouldn’t even know where to start the answer from…*

There isn’t a standard checklist of what and what one needs to do to ensure their No remains No. By ‘Being’, we are simply Unavailable to the things that distract us. This is not some fancy theory.

We are what we are by Nature and by how we are Nurtured. By Nature, there are things we can’t do. But each of us yet has a responsibility to defiantly unlearn even our most natural failings.

It is possible to live like the past is gone forever
; like no one has ever hurt you
; to choose not to be an emotional burden to one’s partner
; to walk the path of truth and honour daily.

We get to this point by ‘Being’. At this stage, ‘Saying’ and ‘Doing’ follow almost naturally.

Here, we do not just say No, we affirm our position. Yes, I said No!

Yes, I said No.
No! Yea I say it again.
Though for saying so,
I yet have nothing to show.

Yes, I said no.
Seasons come.
And seasons go.
But I’m not worried about tomorrow.

Yes, I said No.
Lofty heights, sunken depths.
Wherever I go.
I shall never lose hope.

Yes, I said No.
Though I still need You.
But if No costs me You,
Then I’ll walk alone.


© August 2016 clickpresh’s blog

Destiny by Boat

I squint, I pray, then I doubt. I pray again.
And again, and then, against doubt.
My faith as small as a hydrogen atom,
Unduly outsized by fears.

But I row still. Courage.
Faith unbelievably fueled by fear…
…The tragedy of leading an unfulfilled life.

A night voyage from good to great.
Self-pity left behind in my comfort zone.
No better time to set sail,
Than when the mind’s made up.

Hope, an invite to life outside my comfort zone.
Life, a two-man event; Purpose and I only.
I shall give up who I am,
For who I should be.

Tonight, the weatherman is under the weather.
His forecasts safely tucked in his subconscious.
The clouds not giving a clue to a novice.
Storms and Quiet equally await my launching out.

Water everywhere;
Around my boat, from the sky,
And at the corner of my eyes.
But it won’t get into my heart.

Did self-pity jump in again?
No way!
I’d rather swim to shore,
Than enjoy a luxury pity-party cruise to nowhere.

The night now at its darkest.
Hope fading into dense clouds,
Tickling them to sustain the downpour.
But I’ve come too far to give up.

A path in the sea.
Walls of water standing erect,
For a man on a mission. __ ME

Destiny appears on the horizon,
Casting bright shadows on low hanging clouds.
In a moment, dawn will be.
Wings and feathers, their flights and songs aloud.

But destiny is a journey,
And thus have I embarked.

© December 2015 clickpresh’s blog. All Rights Reserved

Skipping Breakfast

It’s 4am according to my alarm, but my body says it’s about 1am, just 2hrs since I fell asleep after preparing a meal which I was too tired to eat. As if physical strength was also listed as an active ingredient in the recipe, and all I had left after the day’s work wasn’t enough but I gave it anyway, because, homemade dinner. And to think that some folks actually boast of sleeping between 12am and 3am everyday – though my sleepy memory can only recollect characters in motivational books by American authors.

Next, I bemoan how young hustling execs in Lagos arrived at this seemingly ungodly consensus ‘wake up’ time. Personally, I do not think the rush to beat traffic sufficiently explains it, except for the people who seem to have ‘beating Lagos traffic everyday’ as a life goal.

While I’m having these work unrelated thoughts, my clock ticks. I finally get off the bed at 4:20 when the 10min snooze expires for the second time, and I’m wondering if Albert Einstein’s theory of relativity can explain why time is in such a hurry to my bright future whenever I’m within a 2-meter radius of the center of my bed.

I grab my phone not to Skype Eniola, but to check if the funds I have amassed in my retirement savings account is ‘jaiye‘ enough for me to email my resignation to my boss straightaway. In other news; Eniola and I have been brooding over this particular revolutionary business start-up idea. Perhaps, this is a sign that I should resign and pursue my dreams of playing big in the Agric products/commodities supply chain.
I know, i know, that isn’t a popular career path to success.

Surprisingly, MTN behaves, and my account summary ushers reality for the umpteenth time into my room. I’m quite convinced that if a voice message of my current account summary was the ring tune of my alarm, my alarm would be 100% efficient at waking me up.

I freshen up and off I go to work. Not forgetting to Skype Eniola before I hit the road. God is not emotionally insecure that he’ll choose to not bless my hustle because I hurriedly left the house without saying hello to Him. But I can’t say same about Eniola. For her, morning chats make the day bright and fair even before the sun crosses the horizon, and the weather makes up its mind about honouring the prediction of its forecasters.

When for some reason I miss the morning ritual, it usually turns out to be a day of unending apologies from me to her. Problem is, an apology seems very much like a ‘you are always right’ compliment to Eniola. Ok, your guess is as good as mine as regards her capacity to tirelessly take compliments all day. Thankfully, God is not like my Eniola.

Some things seem out of place on a workday morning – a nice breakfast, a few minutes of thanksgiving, a refreshing drink from an inspired author, some soft music. The list is quite lengthy. The many graces we neglect in our rush to beat time. In our race to catch up with time and with our peers who had a head start, we often mistake these graces for speed bumps.

Here in uptown Lagos where working is living, working tirelessly for unreasonably long hours confers a sort of social status on individuals. An individual is fortunate to get a legit means of livelihood, so they work round the clock as a show of gratitude for being singled off the stats. A cycle begins.


*Repeat every workday until One Day!*


One Day

The money is made, empire built, unborn generations insured et al.

Only that this describes a minute fraction of folks in the city. In fact, majority of the persons whom this description aptly fit, will/do/did not go through this grind. In essence, the odds for the Utopian future we desire does not hang solely on the drudgery of our work schedule.

‘One day’ is when the curtains are drawn and we reflect on what really maters.

‘One day’ is when we realize that we are not slaves to time and seasons. We are to determine them.

… when we realize that Eniola was right after all. Frequent open heart sessions with people in your innermost circle has a positive impact on your well being and consequently on your overall performance.

… when we realize that pursuing our dreams and passions via not-so-popular paths doesn’t necessarily mean we have chosen to gamble with our bright future.

… when we realize that we ought to define success personally, and not feed into a stereotype.

… when we realize that though God is not emotionally insecure, we – by putting a selfish spin on this truth – often bear pains absolutely needless for people who are only a prayer away from Him.

Before One Day

There’s a thin line between hard work and self-slavery. The former savours every moment and is thankful for a brand new opportunity to be of value, the latter skips the many graces of each new day to head off, each with emphasis on getting the work done.

Let not ‘Life and Living’ be relegated to some time in the future.


Copyright (c) August 2015 clickpresh’s blog. All Rights Reserved.



Thank You For Lying

Dear Associate, Thank you for lying
Impressive profile, innocent face, tailor-made sheep’s clothing
The voice of Jacob laced with a sweet accent
How I so easily fell for a lame scam. A trick so cheap only a greedy fellow could be fooled____
How you mirror me
For were I honest, not swayed by shades of empty rhetoric, your real colours would have been revealed
A man is deceived only to the extent to which he deceives himself
Now I realize the need to be true.

Dear Uncle, Thank you for lying
So you were scared??
How highly I thought of you
The substance of man’s grandest reputation is dwarfed by the lightest consequence of truth____
Everyone is scared at some point
This simple fact had eluded me… until now
Now when bad approaches, there’s no need to cover my tracks with lies… I face it
‘Cos I know everyone goes through this phase

Hello Lover, Thank you for lying
You and I at the gate to paradise, loneliness far from me
Just one more line of yours and bliss would have replaced blood in my veins
My whole sense of fulfilment delicately hanging on perfectly delivered false-hope____
You and I in a humble apartment, downtown Lagos
Dinner – though a modest helping of cassava flakes and bean cakes – was a near heaven experience
‘Cos all day you shared with me a dream about our future
But you had other dreams – Susan your ever present ex was also tagged in the same future.

Thank you for lying
The truth is bitter only when it doesn’t appear on the menu, but sits comfortably on the dish one orders
Perhaps it needs no introduction, no fanfare, no colouring
Or is it possible to colour or distort one truth with another??____
Yea, I’ve had my days of pretentious living
Loving the most, that which was sure to ruin me
Battered and bruised, healing comes to me, undeservedly
Now my options are few – Truth or falsehood – Fulfilment or ambition – Contentment or lack

Thank you for lying
But you won’t get another chance… to lie to me

Copyright (c) April 2015 clickpresh’s blog. All Rights Reserved.

Special People

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What makes a person special?
Why do some people stand out effortlessly in the crowd?
Why do the memories of some persons linger long after they’re gone?
Why do I seek love and attention from one out of so many?
Are some persons born to be special?

Hi friends, hope your week has been great? I want to share a few thoughts on a mystified subset of the human race called Special People.

Y’al remember that one person (in class, at work or at home) who seems so different (effortlessly). The guy every girl wants to hang out with. The girl on whom almost every piece of clothing looks nice. I can recall so many, more especially the ones whose mannerisms I try to imitate – though they hardly show it if they are flattered by my poor attempts at mimicry. Besides, my heightened sense of self (or is it superiority complex??) wont let my acting skills take root. So I’ve been thinking… Who are these people? How do they attain this status?

My answer isn’t very straightforward (I know I know, my answers are usually not), but I hope you enjoy the read… *wink*

For purposes of clarity, lemme quickly say that this post is not meant to rehash the old assertion – ‘everyone is unique’. Everyone is unique means no two persons are same, but it doesn’t sufficiently imply that everyone is special. Never mind what motivational speakers drill off the semantics of ‘unique’ and ‘special’ and the identity crisis (especially among young people) attendant with taking such speeches too seriously.

In this post, I’ll try as much as I can to steer away from the trivial correlation (and often wrongly perceived mutual causality) between being unique and being special.

The Thesis: You Are Special

Geee I’m in a fix here! A person is either special or not, and that applies to you my dear reader. But I’ll just assume you’re special (I wouldn’t want to lose an esteemed reader by presupposing the contrary).

But then, that’s how it begins. One or two persons believing in you (family members most often), encouraging you and staying with you through thick and thin, while you’re being shaped into the person you’re meant to be. Does it really matter if their reasons are sometimes sentimental, unobjective or even wrongly placed?? No it doesn’t, unless you’ve formed the habit of not returning the goodwill.

Question: So how do you know I’m special??

Answer: Believe me, I have no idea. *scratching my coconut head*

But I could attempt a few weak explanations:
If for some reasons I seem to fancy you, then there must be a few qualities I admire in you which our friends may or may not fancy. You are special to me, but not to our friends (if they don’t fancy the same qualities).

Question: Can I really say I’m special if the number of persons who do not fancy me seem to be more than the number of persons who do??

Answer: Yes you can and yes you should.

This isn’t a game of numbers, else we may have to conduct a census. One sincere admirer is enough substance to the rule.

Sorry if your own case of being special is not the type that attracts friends and admirers more than public funds can attract Nigerian Politicians. Yours may be the type that attracts haters, burdens, needy people, impossible tasks, thankless jobs et al. You’re special still.

The Anti-Thesis: They Are Special

This time I’m in a bigger fix! ‘They’ refers to the other person not reading this post right now. Lemme also assume they’re special (it would be unfair to say they’re not in their absence).

Question: How do you know someone is special, when you know little or nothing about them?

Answer: We really do not need to know so much about the person. Treat someone like he’s special, and he acts like he is (at least to you), whether or not he truly is. Treat a so called (special) person like he’s not special, chances are he acts like he’s not.

Of course there are a few exceptions to this rule, but I’m yet to met them in person. Please contact me if you meet one.

The Synthesis: We’re All Special People

You agree with me that you’re special. We both agree that our friend not reading this post is too, providing we treat him like he is. The conclusion is quite simple but difficult to accept – We Are All Special People.

Question: If we are all special, then what’s special about being special?

Initial Thought: Is that really the issue?? Like seriously??

Phone a Friend: Errmmm I don’t know about that… If you’re special, good for you. All I know is that I’m special, and that’s all that concerns me. :Call dropped:

Final Answer: Would you be willing to treat yourself like trash and in effect become not-special, so as to reduce the number of special people, so as to make special special?? No of course.

Or you’d be like Raymond who refuses to buy a car because he thinks there are already too many cars in Lagos. So he wants to help to control Lagos traffic by not buying a car, not knowing that his decision may cause a fall in the demand of the car, which will also cause a fall in the price of the car, which will probably make the car affordable for a teenager, who may cause an accident, which may worsen the same traffic Raymond is trying to control.

When we do not take care of ourselves or we do not invest in our future or when we deprive ourselves of basic necessities just because we think some people live lavishly while others live in abject poverty, we do not in any way make the world a better place and altruism doesn’t suffice a reasonable excuse. How can it be, when one more person is worse off.

We are all special people, and we can be better…

I Am Special. You Are Special. Everyone is Special.

Treat everyone right and don’t think too highly of yourself.

Copyright (c) April 2015 clickpresh’s blog. All Rights Reserved.

Random Valentine Ramblings

Love is in the air again?? Okay i’m holding ma breath till further notice.

At this time of the year, Love seems like an airborne disease which results in record-high spouse turnover. More hearts are broken during this period than through the rest of the year. So Jonah thought it wise to hold the election on Val day, to minimize the number of heart break cases.

Or was he simply avoiding an official Val outing with Mummy? Chai, lemme contunu.

The election has been postponed to the 11th of April – the very day Eniola and I chose for our wedding. Though there are quite a number of theories as to why the election was moved from Val’s day, my own humble explanation is that ‘Love Conquers All’ – including election.

Since the election now falls on my tentative wedding date, I’m afraid that ‘Love’ combined with Eniola’s ‘fire prayers’ may cause the election date to be moved further.

I have not said that the Presidential election won’t hold on the 11th of April oo.

Now, with the postponement of the election, and the consequent re-emergence of Val day, I am faced with the herculean task of planning a Hollywood grade romantic evening for Eniola and I on the 14th, to match her well thought out fantasies.

You’d think women – with their high emotional intelligence – would take up this chore of fixing up Val day, the contrary is the case.
I don’t watch telenovellas but I’m expected to outdo the guys in the stories. How?

Eniola insists I should be solely in charge of planning our Val day outing, same she thinks I have little to offer in the planning of our wedding because I’m a man. You and I know that planning a wedding is easier than planning Val day. The only thing difficult about planning a wedding is choosing colours. How you have to choose between basically same colours – between pink and orange or more annoyingly, between coffee brown and chocolate brown.

Val day is about making an impression. Its a day on which the public display of affection is more important than affection itself. You know that feeling when your girlfriend doesn’t say yes to your marriage proposal not because you both don’t love each other, but because the delivery of your proposal isn’t so spectacular. i.e proposing while sitting across her, instead of going on one knee.

To My Guys Who Will Be Proposing On Val day: If you’re not ‘stinking’ rich or ‘drop dead’ handsome or both, just respect yourself.

If Val day and her birthday were the only days on which I had to be impressive, I’d be fine. But there’s still our Pre-Val day dinner, our Engagement Anniversary, our First Hello Anniversary, our First Dinner/Date anniversary and several other seemingly important dates. Thank goodness we both faithfully observe the judeo-christian code of conduct, or we would also have to celebrate our first ****** aniversary. Thank goodness…

About this impression thing ehn… If a woman is unexpectant, you have a fair chance at impressing her, but when she’s hoping to be wowed, then you’re in for it. The trick is to try and not do too much overskill, or you’ll raise her expectations so high that they become unattainable. For example, you skype her on the 13th to say you have a ‘little’ surprise for her. Only for you to present to her ordeenaary iPhone 6, when she had in mind something way smaller – like the keys to a Range Rover Sport Evoque.

Okay, hope you’re not intimidated oo, Eniola and I are also in the Shawarma/Toyota Camry League… lol

Quite painfully, my fiancée thinks the measure of my love for her is the extent to which I can pull off a good show on the 14th. She doesn’t seem to realize that nothing in the whole universe comes close to portraying what I feel for her – not a trip to the Niagara Falls, not even a space shuttle to the moon… bla bla bla… story for the gods…

True, that wasn’t an exaggeration. But you get my point anyways

This Val day, Eniola and I will have a heart to heart chat. I figure she doesn’t know exactly how I feel about her, though I’ve been trying to communicate the extent of my love for her through gifts. I’m just going to tell her straight up, some of the nicest things she may ever hear in her entire life. And if the sugar of words doesn’t work, I’ll just take it that the most expensive of gifts, the finest of breathtaking scenery, and the loveliest of intentions won’t work either.

And that I never had her in the first place…

And that INEC can hold their election on the 11th of April… if they ever wanted to…


Copyright (c) February 2015 clickpresh’s blog. All Rights Reserved.


We are shaped by our most dominant thoughts
——- Stella

Stella never forgets,
Her mind always deep in thought.

Stella never forgets
The wrong she did;
Though she’s repented a million times,
She still feels guilty.

She never forgets
Friends who said they’ll be there,
Who left when evening came;
Friends who left and evening came.

She still regrets
That one act of carelessness,
While juggling job, hubby and baby

The pain of separation,
The loss of her baby,
Her joy tampered with.

The pain and the hurt,
Kisses of betrayal,
The time wasted with a fake lover.

Stella never forgets,
She never forgives,
Not others,
Not herself.

Can’t say if its a natural gifting or a learned skill but Stella has an incredible ability to recall really unpleasant events in her life.

For someone who can barely remember the topic of her final year undergraduate project, you may begin to wonder how she’s able to recollect the date (day, month, year) of almost every misfortune that has ever befallen her.

Before now she was a slave to the memories of her past. Every decision she made (or didn’t make) was predicated upon unobjective and/or emotional deductions from some unpleasant experience in her past. A loop was initiated, such that one hurtful experience led to another. The common link being the fact that she was hard at letting go of the awful memories. Of a truth, our lives are inadvertently shaped by our most dominant thoughts.

At the part where our wall of defense against hurt is highest, there we are most vulnerable to it. The more we try not to be vulnerable, and are suspicious of everyone and everything we come across, the more we move into zones where hurt is more subtle, not easily identifiable, but is most potent – especially with the element of surprise. Moreover, the sting of a hurtful experience is in our habouring the hurt not in the hurt itself. Of course, that’s not to say that hurt is an illusion, or that we shouldn’t be careful.

When we gloat over previous disappointments, we run the risk of training our minds to see failure in every assignment, hypocrisy in the most sincere motives, betrayal in the best of friendship, and blessings as disguised curses. Given the fact that no friend, colleague or family member is perfect, and no situation is trouble proof, these things become clearly visible and we then pride ourselves to be of great intuition. Not knowing that we are gradually becoming opportunity blind.

Forgetting is so difficult. To gloat over a misfortune seems like the easy thing to do. With little or no effort, one can recall with clarity, certain experiences that have left scars.

Therein lies the challenge – that we forget the past, approach life boldly, making friends, opening new doors, massively investing time and resources in new frontiers – and when the unexpected happens, we take a moment to ease the grief, evaluate the situation, learn our lessons, then move on.

Since Stella finds it difficult to forget, she has decided to redirect her energy. No longer a slave to hurts, grudges, revenge, guilt and disappointments. Focused on the nice and sweet things in her life, she’s surprised to find so many.

Her marriage is on the brink of crashing, but she’s determined to save it, though married to a man whose only discernible talent is the ability to creatively design new ways by which life will be unbearable for her.

In spite of all, she chooses not to forget that each hurt was designed to make her stronger, each disappointment for her to see new opportunities, each wrong done was not to burden with guilt but to help her identify with other people in similar situation. And most of all, she chooses not to forget that She Is Blessed.

Stella’s marriage eventually crashed, But she’s resolved to forget her awful past and step boldly into a new life.



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today 3


Its about that time in January when the new year fever has subsided considerably, and I’m down to just one new year resolution out of several I made. I had 11 at the beginning of the year, I guess the other ten had their own resolutions too and I lost out in the clash of resolutions. At least they should have sent a memo, perhaps I’d have picked less competitive resolutions.

One of my 11 resolutions now defunct was that I’d look less at pretty dark-skinned Lagos women. I was having a smooth ride until the usual January fasting and prayers ended, work resumed, a Lagos traffic (human and vehicular) which knew not 2015 took to the streets and highways. Then I saw. And it was good.

Please don’t blame me. There are only a few of them left in Lagos – courtesy Toning. And I’m of the opinion that an agency be set up to help preserve this endangered specie of pretty women – Department for the Preservation of Dark-skinned Ladies DPDL. I am willing to be the director of that agency. *faints with one eye open*

Ok I’m back. Back to less serious matters. It is imperative that we set goals at the start of each new year, so we are motivated though the year. Resolutions would have neatly fallen into the ‘goals’ category were it not for the fact that they are intricately tied to die-hard habits. We treat them with the same wishful thinking paradigm devoid of meticulously planned purposeful commitment.

2015 is on the move, faster than the speed at which a Nigerian politician can mis-manage public funds. How then do we meet up with our life, career and relationship goals.
Spirituality (in life), talent (in career), and/or love (in relationship) alone doesn’t perform the magic needed for a fantastic year. There’s the part of making decisions/resolutions to live, work and love. There’s also the part of sticking with them by doing what is required.

Of course we are quite familiar with these sayings. Why then do we not finish the year as strong as we ought to? Perhaps we should place less emphasis on the year and rather focus on each new day. Maybe we should have New Year Daily Resolutions in place of New Year Resolutions, and New Day Resolutions in place of New Year Resolutions. What exactly is a year? It is simply a couple of days.

Goals of every kind and size must be fit into a daily agenda. Financial freedom and security, mortgage and property, chastity in relationship, marriage, sound health, personal rebranding, skill dexterity et al as far reaching as they seem, become easier when a little of each is consistently achieved each new day.

If I am committed to achieving my daily goals in life, career and relationship, the year will certainly take care of itself. Should I then desist from making yearly resolutions? No. But the yearly should be predicated on feasible dailies or I lose out and have none left at the end of January, because the usual Jan.1st energy bust is temporary.

Today presents an amazing opportunity for me to have a fantastic year.

In 2015 I shall live in sound health
Today, I eat healthy

In 2015 I shall be blessed financially
Today, I save some money and eliminate waste

In 2015 I shall be the best in my field
Today, I take time out to practice

In 2015 I shall not indulge in acts of moral and/or sexual misconduct
Today, I flee every appearance of evil

In 2015 I shall be favoured
Today, I help the needy

Did I tell you what my remaining (out of the first 11) new year resolution is?

  • Its to make each new day count.

To start each new day like its a new year.

To greet everyone I come across like I’ve not seen them since last year, even though I saw them yesterday.

To say a prayer as soon as I’m awake, and plan my day as I would a new year, rather than grab my phone to read feeds on twitter.

To work hard on my job like I’ll give an annual report at the end of today.

To love and cherish (in practical terms) the people in my life like I’ll be closer to the grave by tomorrow morning. Of course I will.



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NIGERIA IN 2015 | 10 Logical prophecies… by Prophet clickpresh

Happy New Year Fellow Nigerians.

I find it hard to believe that we survived the hardship of 2014. From boko haram, to Ebola, Doctors’ strike, Lagos traffic (now a natural disaster in its own right), the diarisgod video, building collapse (even while you’re in church), increase in price of food stuff (including pure water), bad leadership (endorsed and exemplified by Jonah) et al. If you are alive to see this new year you have every reason to be grateful.

I am not a prophet of doom, even though doom sells very much here in Nigeria where things tend to go from bad to worse. I’m sure you remember vividly how all sorts were predicted this time last year, and how the deadly Ebola was left out. I guess the virus came with a vengeance because it was not mentioned early in the year.

Let me quickly share a few prophecies for the new year.

1. The Man Who Appointed The Chairman of INEC Will Win The Presidential Election.

If you are familiar with how INEC conducts elections you may skip this paragraph. If you’re not I’ll help you. Can you imagine a member of the Lagos State House of Assembly being held by LASTMA officials for a traffic offense? That’s absolutely impossible. How can an official arrest the man who drafted the laws that gave him a job and pays his bills in this Nigeria that jobs are scarce?

As you know I am a Nigerian, and characteristically plagued with a short memory, so I cannot remember exactly who appointed the INEC Chairman.

2. Nigeria Will Not Split In 2015.

The reason is simple – Crude oil is thicker than blood. Nothing unites Nigerians better than crude oil revenue does, not even tribal sentiments or the Premier League. You can imagine that a comatose state like Borno still receives its monthly allocation from the Federation account. In fact the Governor who should have resigned amid the state of emergency, is actually campaigning for a second term in office.

3. There Will Be War In The North East.

The President will escalate his military offensive against boko haram in the North East, so will the Government of Cameroun. The sponsors of boko haram who benefit from the tension will have to make a choice between spending their money on election campaigns or to sponsor terrorism. They’ll choose the former and make insurgency a community project with the weaker but more diffuse boko haram as pace setters.

4. Amaechi And Jonah Will Reconcile.

Jonah (a.k.a King Nebuchadnezzar) is quick to forgive. You remember how he asked Alams to go and sin no more. Besides, Amaechi doesn’t feel so much welcome in his new clique even though he’s tried to prove his loyalty by making outrageous statements against Jonah.

5. Life Will Be Hard.

This particular prophecy is now an annual prophecy. So I just thought to include it in my list, and I trust that Aunty Ngozi with her out-of-touch-with-reality economic policies will ensure that it comes to pass.

6. The Exchange Rate Will Fall.

Oil price is currently at $57 per barrel, Nigeria’s 2015 budget oil bench mark is at $65 per barrel. This means we’ll run a deficit budget this year – assuming the budget is even passed early, say before the end of january. If you add that to the fact that we import more than we export, then a dollar may be equivalent to N250 by july.
The Federal Government has not at any time been able to fulfill its obligations to Nigerians, but now it has a cogent excuse to fail in its duty – slumped oil price.

7. Chibok Girls.


8. Doctors Will Go on Strike.

Abeg, body no b firewood. After working tirelessly for some months, they’ll pick a few weeks sometime in the 3rd quarter, make some impossible demands from the government, declare a strike afterwards, then its time to turn up. So if you plan to fall sick this year, you have now or after the 3rd quarter.

9. There Will Be No Harmattan Season This year.

The Harmattan Season which should begin around the end of November, now chills till the end of December before it shows up. It will over-chill this year and appear by the first week of January 2016.
You may not appreciate this prophecy until you wake up on Christmas day to notice that the sky is cloudy and its about to rain heavily.
I just pity my ‘I Just Got Back’ folks who like to form like Harmattan is the fake version of Winter.

10. The Super Eagles Will Not Be at AFCON 2015.

Before nko? I am even of the opinion that the team be disbanded and subsequently banned.

A prophet is without honour in his own country, and you may not believe these prophecies because they are from me, until you see them come to pass.

However, if any of them goes unfulfilled, know that my fervent prayers averted it.

God Bless Nigeria

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