Oh Death!

Oh Death!

Where is thy sting? Where is thy scourge? Our hearts lie bleeding and painful, our happiness sucked out of our souls. Where now is your victory? You have wrenched what was ours right oout of us, who now will celebrate you?

At times like this, I prefer music, let the clashing sounds of pain and anger, the sound of discord and tears, let them speak for me. What are the words that one says? What lines??? What entreaties does one subscribe to? What does one say to Death? What does one say to an aching soul?

Oh Death!

Where now is thy sting? Where is thy victory? For those who felt the bite of your scythe lie in the dust now oblivious to all pain, and all too knowledgeable of your shame. While those left behind, are sad for a while, but grow and smile and  rejoice in the time which shall heal. So where now is your victory?

What words do we plead with? How do we make amends? There are no solutions in this; only grief, and pain, and anger, and questions. Why? Why now? Why us? Why at all? Why death? Why must we die? Those we love are torn from our grasp and in one swing of your blade, you render happy families into groups of mourning relatives. Why Death? What sickly duty is this? Where is the justice in this?

What perverted justice rules over this world that may allow Death? In what frame may we justify the ending of a life? Only questions. No answers are available. Like a callous judge you sit on your high chair and ignore the entreaties of the ones in sorrow. So we have, only questions and an empty chair where our loved one once sat. Only questions, and an emptiness, a hollow no one else may fill, a gap left by one so dear and stolen.

Oh Death!

Is this your victory? Is this your sting? That you may leave us in pain and in sorrow, all alone with no thoughts as to why, and a dread as to ‘morrow.

Dedicated to Mrs Ogunbawo; loving wife, mother, teacher.

P.S: we are strong, and we believe! That is all matters…in the end, we shall grow from the ashes, rise as the phoenix and what once was dead, would be red again as the rose!


Jacob’s Cross

This is based on a true life story

I understand that there may be some of you reading this that know this person I am writing of, however I would plead with you to help maintain this person’s anonymity. The purpose of the story is to enlighten, not to report. This is a story about the ills of our society, the decadence and corruption in our Educational system, the rot! in…(okay, nuff English!). Basically though, let us take this opportunity and pass the message on, learning from the mistakes and preparing for our own battles.

My name is Jacob, and this is my story. I apologise if perhaps I am disturbing your busy schedule with this tale of mine, but I tell this with teary eyes and a broken voice, and I beg you to listen.
Six years ago, I gained admission to study in a Nigerian University. My parents were overjoyed. We gave thanksgivings in church, my Father sent lots of gifts from the States where he works to provide for the family, my uncles and aunts all sent messages and celebrated with me. It is not as though my admission was long overdue, far from that, rather it was the nature in which I gained this admission that occasioned so much celebration, as it was nothing short of miraculous.

I had been in my final class in Secondary school, still debating whether I would write the UME exams for entrance into University. You see, I am quite young by normal standards, but a teacher of mine, Mrs Harris, who had always praised my potential, encouraged me. So I bought my form on the last day, and enrolled for the exam.
Come the exam date, on the way to the venue, my bus was involved in a terrible accident on that Ikorodu-Oworonshoki expressway. To GOD be the Glory, no one died, but everybody in the bus sustained injuries and had to be rushed to the nearest hospital. That is, everybody except me. I had no injuries of any kind, not even a scratch despite it being my side of the bus that the eighteen-wheeler trailer had slammed into. So I proceeded to the exam hall that day, visibly shaken, and wrote the paper.
While no one really held much hope for my success in the exam, due to the near-fatal experience I had just minutes before entering the hall, I nevertheless delved deep into my books as I prepared for the WASSCE O’ levels later that year. So it was more than a surprise, it was an absolute shock, when I not only scaled through the UME, but also went on to write the newly introduced Post-UME and got admission into one of the most prestigious Universities in Southern Nigeria. By the time the results of the WASSCE O’ levels were released, I discovered I had several distinctions there too, and my parents joy was complete.
So it was that with much expectation and joy that I started classes at the University. The favour and grace that had got me thus far was going to see me through every step of the way. I was wrong.

Janus Aneni is looking at me as I tell this tale, he looks like he wants to cry. He understands this.

Anyway, my first two years went by in a blur of social and academic activities. I made friends easily, I did well in school. My grades were not always perfect, but I was a comfortable B’ student, and coupled with my social activities in both church and club, I was turning out to be quite the all-rounder. Then I got to the tail end of my penultimate year, and that was when the so-called lucky streak came to an end.
If you’ve ever attended a Nigerian University, either Federal or State owned, or even any of the private universities, including those ‘Church schools’, you would definitely know the meaning of the word ‘Blocking’. In my school, the phenomenom of blocking is more like an art form. Certain people have perfected this art and are now masters. If the entire University was in the Renaissance era, then my department was where Leonardo da Vinci and Michaelangelo lived and breathed. There was a joke we had then; that if Adam and Eve had been able to ‘block’ my lecturers, they would definitely have been allowed to stay in the Garden.
Basically ‘blocking’, in English, involves the bribing of a lecturer in form of money, favours (including sexual), or some other form of barter in order for him to favour you in his course, or any order course that mau come under his direct or indirect jurisdiction. After blocking, people have been known to move from the E’ category (40-45%) into the B’ category (65-70%), a 20%+ jump which is facilitated by the greasing of hungry palms.

So here I was, a greatly favoured, high potential kid, with dreams of the future on a head-on collision with a master ‘blocking’ artist.
Sometimes I blame my naivete. Perhaps if I had been less naïve, I would have understood how the game was played and make my moves on time. But instead, I stayed ignorant while the warnings were given and soon, as we entered into our final year, I came face-to-face with the devil.
During the lecturers draw for potential seminar and project students, my name happened to fall (whether by cursed fate or design, I cannot tell), in the hands of this man. Now, despite my obvious naivete, I had heard of him before and I knew all about his ‘blocking’ prowess. If the blocking art was a mafia project, that man would be the Don. Yes Janus, he was that good. In the world of nefarious dealings, that man like the slimy octopus reigned supreme. His tentacles were spread everywhere (among both lecturers and students alike) and upon his enemies and those who dared to challenge him, he spewed black ink and disgrace, plotting his every scheme with the patience of a true artist. A born devil. But I don’t mean to praise him, I was the fool.
When we had our first meeting as Supervisor and student, he was offacious, beaming at me with a wide smile, chipped brown teeth glaring at me in a grin that would scare a barracuda. So helpful and considerate was he, offering to help with any problem I had with his course or any other. So courteous was he that I began to reconsider my past objectives of him, and thus I began to defend him before all who chose to soil such good name. There was no way this smiling, helpful man was a wicked old fool who cared not one bit about the profession or the students and was only concerned about lining his own pockets. But like Aizen Sousuke said; ‘There is a wide difference between trust and knowledge’.

I had never been ‘wronger’ in my life.

By the next semester, the leopard had switched his spots. Calling me up to his office, he queried me on my absence, swearing by Okoro and all the Urhobo gods that he had never seen me before. While I struggled and stuttered in my confused state to recouncile this new monster to the old genial fellow I knew before, he told me to shut up and asked in simple words:
“Have you even seen me before?”
Foolishly, I blurted out that he had been the one who gave me my project topic, helped with my seminar presentation etc. Failing to take into cognizance the double entendre of his words. The master of metaphor took one long disappointed look at me, and threw me out of his office.

To be continued…


  • His name is not Jacob
  • i will not tell you his name
  • i’m not sure Aizen Sousuke actually said those words

that said, have a fun weekend!


How to break up with your boyfriend

After writing about How to lose your girlfriend in six ways some of y’all asked for the ‘Boyfriend’ version. So after, days of research, one break up, two gunshot wounds and a broken i-Pad later, here it is.

Just before I posted this, I got a visit from two guys in dark suits, they flashed badges saying they were from the IGCA (International Guys Code Agency) and according to them I was contravening Code 13, Section 2, sub-section IV of the Guys Code of Honour, which states “Thou shall not write or say anything about guys secrets that may be viewed or read by a girl”. I threw them out of my house screaming that the truth must be told. So I write this at the risk of life and honour, so you had better love it!

Just like with breaking up with your girrlfriend, there are certain things you don’t do when you want to break up with a guy. Some people advise you to break up with the man publicly, saying the  man would get the drift and walk away. True, but you’ve just about created a terrible enemy. So before we dwell on how to, a little bit of how not  to.

  • don’t say there’s another guy. That is just kerosine on fire. Guys love competition and if anything, he’ll just redouble efforts and something tells me you’re gonna be heartbroken after.
  • don’t say you want to be friends. That’s just wrong. You can’t eat your cake and have ice-cream, love.
  • don’t pretend to be gay! That is just freeeeaaaky! and believe  me, guys love freaky.

PS: Anyone with some video of some girl-on-girl action should send a link. I uhm..want it for someone.

Okay, back to the post. *inserts track*”Somebody I used to know – Gotye

How to break up with your boyfriend.

Just say you don’t want anymore.

This is just about the simplest and most straightforward way out of any relationship. Just lok him in the eye and say it in English. “I don’t want head anymore, no more trips for me and my friends, no more Valentine Blackberrys and Indian, Peruvian or Moroccan hair. We’re through.” Most guys get the message, but knowing fully well the way you girls style  he might think you’re just  forming. So you might have to employ some of the following techniques, to get him  to break up with you

1. Close Marking

One sure way to get a guy to reconsider a lifetime with you, is to show him exactly  what that would feel like.You become extra-dependant on him, follow him everywhere; to drink with his boys, to clubs, to watch match, to cut his hair, to NYSC camp, and soon the dude would start feeling  married! and that’s your ticket. If that doesn’t go as planned, start pestering your undergraduate boyfriend to pay your schoolfees and you’re on your way out.

2. Nag

There is nothing any male (even the two year old varieties) hates more than a nagging shrew, except maybe an ugly nagging shrew. If you are serious about breaking up that relationship, nagging is one definite way out, even if you’re not ugly. Pester him on every single issue from, his choice of socks to the way he drives. No matter how patient your man is, he’ll get to the limit some day. but if that doesn’t work, there’s always the ‘Penile comment’. One day, just take a good look at his ‘Little cousin’ down there, shake your head and say; “But why is it so small?”

NB: some men get quite violent at this point.

3. Be gross and embarrasing

He takes you to a Chinese restaurant and you order Ogbolo soup and fufu, you think Obama is a BBA housemate and Daniel Anderson is a Hollywood producer. Or you wear the same panties for three days in a row, and prefer to re-use your sanitary pads in the name of recycling. I give it one week and he’ll be gone, except *shiver* he’s just attracted to gross and embarrassing girls. In that case, tell him you’re bini. (No offence to the People of the ancient Bini kingdom. I respect y’all)

4. Cheat

This is so simple, it should even be your first option. No man, your’s truly included, is interested in sharing his woman with anyone else. So, one sure way to break up (with a non-violent man) is to cheat. Cheat, cheat, and keep cheating until he notices. Even after he notices, keep cheating until he is fed up. Sometimes, the guy may niot notice, so you do something that would definitely catch his attention: ‘Miss’ your period and tell him you’re pregnant.

5. Say Cult boys are after you

Hire a tall, black, grab  guy and make sure your boyfriend sees you with him. After, you tell your boyfriend in simple words that, the guy was the *insert bloody confraternity* no 2 man, and that he is trying to set your P. But your boyfriend should not worry, ‘cuz you’ve told the *insert confraternity* killer, that you love your boyfriend and you will be with him till death do you part.

Definitely guaranteed to work.

NB: This could also be used to get your boyfriend out of the country.

However, some guys have been listening to “Find your love – Drake”  for far too long, so you may need to send him a threatening message from an unknown source with  the picture of his family house. This may result in a form of psychological trauma though, but he’ll definitely leave, never to bother you again.

6. Refuse to fit in with his friends.

This is a very important factor in any relationship. If your boyfriend’s friends do not like you, you might as well give up on the notion of ‘Happily ever after’. No guy, no matter the love, can stand a girl who his friends don’t like, especially if she doesn’t give BJ. (NB: Men would do almost anything for a good BJ, even forsake long friendships). So, this would definitely work, or if you are that desperate, really  fit in, and sleep with his bestfriend.

Marriages have been ruined for less.

Oh yeah, and as usual, you could recommend this post to him (and all your other friends), on facebook, twitter, BBm etc.


  • as usual, I would like to remind you that I do not hate relationships and this is not justification to break yours.
  • this bears no reference to anyone, living, dead, zombie, vampire, bini, etc. all examples were provided by willing persons, and no 5 is not applicable to girls with cultist boyfriends. No go start war by mistake
  • you will please note all the ‘violent’ flashpoints. Men are a violent lot, and I would not be responsible for any slap received.
  • Apologies again to the Binis.*snickers*

stay happy

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Office appointments

The floor is quiet, the only sounds that c an be heard from the lobby are the incessant clicking of the receptionist on  her computer keys and the whirr of the air-conditioning system. For the hundredth time I stare at the floor and try to count the cracks between the tiles. I get up to seventy-five before I give up again. The lobby of the Hudson and Sons Company Ltd. is on the 12th floor of the Skylax building in Benin city. The company occupies three floors for it’s Head Corporate offices. The lobby is modern styled with chrome and glass fittings, polished tile floors, CCTV surveillance cameras in every corner and a huge desk housing the receptionist. She is dark and quite pretty, the soft brown hairdo falls back from her face revealing an oval face and sensual full lips.

I have been sitting here for 45mins now, it is only normal that I should notice such things.

I had, have, an appointment with her boss, the General Manager of the Company, Mr Hudson jnr. himself. I admit, I have never seen the man before. Apparently, he and my aunt served together in Osogbo during the  Youth Service Corps program, before his father got rich, and when she heard I needed a job, she rang him up straightaway. Two more phone calls and the date was set. So here I am, sitting uncomfortably in my dark-blue suit and tie while the receptionist chews gum and ignores me.

“Is he ready for me yet?” I ask for the fiftieth time.

“When he is ready for you, I’ll let you know,” the receptionist replies without looking up. She keeps clacking on her keyboard, each click resounding as a gong in my brain.

A man walks in through the front door. He is dressed in a simple, yet obviously expensive, shirt with brown slacks. Instantly the typing stops and looking up with the most dazzling smile I ever saw, the receptionist says: “Hello, Good morning. My name is Maggie, welcome to Hudson and Sons, how may I help you?” Damn!  She’s pretty with that smile.

The man mutters something, and she glances at her PC and then smiles at him. Her smile is even prettier now. Maggie…hmm, it’s a pretty name, but she’s probably Bini so her real name might be Imuetiyan*shrug*. The receptionist hands him a Visitors’ pass,  points to a door on her left and in the next instant he is gone. We are alone in the lobby again. The clacking resumes, the airconditioner whirrs. I think I need to go to the bathroom.

“I think I need to use the bathroom.”

Maggie ignores me. I don’t blame her. It’s the fourth time I’m visiting the bathroom in the past forty minutes.  Inside the bathroom I open my jacket and stare at the mirror. I like what I see. Once again, I wonder what I must have appeared like to Maggie  when I came in. The appointment with Mr Hudson jnr. was scheduled for 8:30am, so at 8:29am, I stepped into the Offices of Hudson and Sons Co. Maggie had looked up and smiled as I came in, but her smile was not so wide. Maybe she was expecting a youngish, obviously wealthy chap in flowing kaftans and gold rolexes, and instead she got a twenty-two year old in a suit, clutching a briefcase and looking uncomfortable from behind blue-tinted rimless glasses.

“How may I help you?” was all she said. I told her about Mr Hudson jnr. and why I was here. She told me to wait, that he’ll soon be here. Then she went back to typing and chewing. That was over an hour ago. Splashing some water on my f ace, I make a mean face at the CCTV camera before flushing the WC loudly and walking back into the lobby. Maggie is still typing. I wonder what it is that receptionists type all the time.

A phone rings. It’s not mine. My phone has been ‘Silent’ since I stepped into the Offices of Hudson and Sons. Maggie picks it up.

How fa na?”

Apparently it is her boyfriend. She is smiling and pouting and promising to cook something the next time he comes around. They schedule a meet for later tonight, at the Hexagon club, by 9:00pm. Don’t judge me for listening in on their conversation, it’s not my fault. I don’t really have anything else to do. I have a pang of envy and I suddenly wish Maggie was my girlfriend. She couldn’t possibly be too old for me, at the most she’ll be twenty-five, so the odds are certainly in my favour. The front door swings open again. Maggie instantly ends the call and smiles.

“How may I help you sir?”

I wonder how long I would be waiting here. The man who just came in has been given a Visitors’ pass and admitted into the office. He looks back at me as he steps in through the doors, pass hanging from his neck. I glare back threateningly. The time is 9:42am. I have other appointments today you know. I and George are supposed to go check out that new place, Bobby’s Bistro. And that is very important to me!! Who knows, maybe Mr Hudson jnr. would not come again. Maybe he has travelled and forgotten. Maybe he is dead in his office, or being kidnapped while we sit outside with no inkling as to what is going on in there. This is begining to really bore, if I had known I would have brought along a novel. The worst part is, there is no chick here to even keep me company, I can’t do this! I am hungry for Pete’s sake, I can’t take this anymore!

“Is he ready for me yet?”


  • This is the product of boredom.

How to lose your girlfriend in Six ways…

First off, I want to say, I’m not a chauvinist. In simple English, I am not biased towards only guys. I will definitely write a post on how to break up with your boyfriend, but I am a guy and I decided to write this first. For girls who are reading, you may take a tip or two from this and if your boyfriend starts exhibiting any of these attributes, Honey, he’s tired, let him go. That said, let us get back to the post.

PS: Do you know I typed this post about three times? Each time the Ishan gods from @Obee_007’s village would prevent me from publishing, and the post would mysteriously disappear. Well, finally, I appeased the gods and here we are.


When most people get tired of their relationships a number of questions start flying around in their skulls: If to break up, how to break up, when, why, etc.And both with guys and girls, the issue paramount in each mind is how to break up nicely, so our ex-partner, who we most times still care for, would not be hurt too bad. NOTE 1: there is no nice way. Don’t go breaking up over the phone or facebook or BBM just ‘cuz it may seem easier. Easier for you maybe, but infinitely harder and more painful for her. So before we start on HOw to break up a relationship, a few tips on how NOT to.

  • not over electronic media!
  • not on a monday, and then sending her a ‘sweetheart’ text on wednesday. You’ve got to be firm, let your ‘word be your bond..’ or something like that.
  • not on Mondays! that would just be cruel. Pluis, I hate mondays.
  • don’t go broadcasting on all the social media immediately after: [Twitter] – “I finally left the bitch!” that’s a NO.
  • and yeah, most importantly, do not break up anywhere private, like your apartment (for obvious reasons). Break up personally and preferrably in a public place with lots of people and no sharp objects lying around. Park your car as far away as possible, and for Okoro’s sake keep your phone and iPad inside your pocket to avoid broken windshields and stories that touch the soul.

That said, on to how to break up with your girlfriend.

1. Just tell her you’re through

This is just about the simplest way to break up that relationship. Call her, and in firm words, say: “IT haf do“. YOu don’t have to be harsh or brutal, but saying the words to her directly shows your seriousness, and most times the words get through. Most times…

2. Tell her you have given your life to Christ.

This is a very effective deal breaker, especially in sexual relationships. You walk into her room one day, look her straight in the eye and say: “I ain’t giving you no more of that sweet luvin’, no more nights at the club, or kushing under the moonlight. It is over. I have given my life to  Christ and I can’t be unevenly yoked with you anymore.” There may  be a few tears, but believe me, this always works.

NB: this may also be used vice versa. If you’re tired of your ‘Christian’ relationship, you could start playing some ‘illuminati’ music, kush up and ask her  for sex. NOTE: stronger, infinitely more sexual relationships have been known to develop from this point. Just saying…

3. Pretend to be gay.

NOthing, and I repeat, nothing, splits a relationship faster than a tall, black muscular dude. Either way…Start watching E! and Fashion TV more often, take interest in the ‘fabulous’ life of the Kardashians or maybe Ice and Coco,  and start dressing like a cross between Denrele and Charley Boy, and that’s the ticket. You’ll be out of that relationship  faster than you can say ‘Fag’.

4. Claim to be an Alien.

Contrary to what we see on TV these days with the love for Extraterrestrials, Vampires and Little green men, no girl worth her salt is going to enjoy ‘shacking up’ with some monster. If you can convince your girlfriend well enough, that you’re an alien from the planet Zanpapulous, you’ve just bought yourself a one-way ticket straight out of that relationship.

If that doesn’t work, there’s always the ‘Genotype scam’. Get a well signed report from a Doctor proclaiming you have an AS genotype and show this proudly to your AS girlfriend, while crying and cursing Providence for tearing apart such beautiful love.

5. Get her to break up with you.

THis is about the hardest way to break up a relationship especially with a determined woman. But the steps are easy enough.

  • stop washing and bathing. Throw out your  entire wardrobe and start dressing like Musa the gateman. (This is not to say that all Hausas or Muslims are into the ‘security’ business. I know someone who has a gateman and his name is Osas.)
  • put on weight and start introducing her to young, handsome, virile men who share her passions (saving the world, eliminating world hunger, etc.) while you pick up fights everyday.

By the time she is just about fed up with you, start begging and wailing that you want to come back; that would get you kicked out on your ass. Definitely guaranteed to work! Also it wouldn’t hurt to be caiught in bed with another woman, though this has been known to have dire consequences.

If this doesn’t work, then announce you just found out you’re adopted, forge a birth certificate and show her that you are related.

6. Share this post with her.

Share with all your friends on facebook, twitter, 2go *shiver* including her. Tell her, and your friends that it is the most enlightening thing you ever read and she should pay extra attention to no 6. That should definitely put the message across.


  • This post was written by me, with insight from a couple of peeps who would NOT be named here. Yes, I am selfish! and NO, i do ot hate relationships.
  • Also, very important, this post also applies to lesbians, except no 3 of course, though my ‘tall, black muscular dude’ theory still stands.

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Thoughts of you..

I wish I convey my heart,
But all I do keeps us apart,
No feeling, no words to say,
Just thoughts of you on replay..

I wish I could say how I feel,
All calm, letting my words un-reel,
But the words escape me, nothing to say,
Just thoughts of you on replay..

I wish I could say how I love,
My words to you, my pretty dove,
I wish I could heal all our wounds, but no words,
Just thoughts of you on replay..

I wish it could all be simple,
My heart, your love, your smiling dimple,
But all I do is push you away,
Just thoughts of you on replay..

Welcome to the Blog : And this, and that..

When most people open up a blog, the first post is usually one of their best. they put out something to spur the reader on, give him a taste of what is to come; give the  reader a feel of how the writer, writes and so on. Then after that, as subsequent posts begin to roll out, the really good writer, dredges up new  material, researches further and produces works of art even greater than the first, thus entrenching the reader in his camp, and effectively chooking him inside  pocket.

That is what is going to happen to you.

My name is Janus, like the profile says, and I love to write. I do not like to talk about myself much; generally I am a good listener and reader, but when I do speak or write, it is with harsh humour, dry wit  and a bit of brash critique. But you love it, and you love me, and that is what matters. It is a pity that every Tom, Dick, Harry, Henry, Mustapha and Bola who can hold a pen and scribble a few letters call themselves writers these days. Like I said earlier, I would not claim to be overly perfect, or good, but I love to write, and you would love to read me.

Like any artist worth their salt, I  enjoy the human nature, and though that may make me seem too freethinking or agnostic sometimes, at heart I believe in Jesus and GOD and I am Christian. Nevertheless though, I believe utterly in the power of Man and his ability to greatly influence events with the forces of Providence and Fate sometimes  marshalling against him. But enough on religion…

I would like you to know what you may expect from my writing: ‘a little bit of this, and some of that’, religion, love, stories,   articles, arguments, sex, politics, etc. and yes, events from my life too. It is my blog after all. Anyway, welcome to the blog, and lets have fun on this ride.