Phases and Amnesia It’s just about the dawn of a new phase of life. You’ve just about saved enough to get a place of your own and the journey into searching for the perfect apartment begins. If you’re like many, you probably tried to move to a different part of…

I Stopped Being God (I’ve always loved views like this and the picture while unrelated to my post gives views from God’s perspective.) It’s a new year and the chances are that you are feeling better about yourself. …

Making A Case For Investment Clubs/Syndicates and The Building Of Generational Wealth: Where We Are Now. If you’re not much unlike me, raised in the heydays of Nollywood where little is made of much and there is often a herd of lessons the director intends to pass across amongst other…

Eki, Love, Eternity and Pi. What is eternity made of? Endless pockets of that which we may attempt to measure, pockets of time for that’s all we see on this side. For every time that we think of the hereafter, it is still with the perhaps ‘finite’ mind that we…

Johannes XXIX: The Unfiltered Approaching a day like this as a predator of stealth oft would hunt its prey, a prey which it is very cautious of and whom it knows can potentially turn the tables against the predator With days like this there is that which is expected, inflection…

We All Need A Death Experience Within these last few days, perhaps a halt, albeit unnatural has been called to the normal order of our lives and there and after about a week having to stay at home, we might have settled into discovering a few things about ourselves, life…

A Nation’s Tale: An Allegory of Colours And in the time of life when the earth was yet young and the power alliances yet being defined and largely unsteady, as men circling each other in a ring, gauging the strength of the other, looking for the best first move as…

A Nation’s Tale: An Allegory of Colours And in the time of life when the earth was yet young and the power alliances yet being defined and largely unsteady, as men circling each other in a ring, gauging the strength of the other, looking for the best first move as…

Death In a Church Pew he would come daily missing no meeting masking pain in bravado wielding smiles and making others laugh If church was a party, he’d be the life of it. but he was dying within light of other’s eyes for him, none was found to blow the dying embers in his. and though he would speak of his hurt none would pay him heed. and so he’d curl inwards for a man scarcely dies from without.