Running back to you .

 I owe you an apology . Yes, you . You might ask , "why does Tokunbo owe me an apology"? 

The answer is simple. I haven't posted in over 4 years , haven't told you what happened to bros and Ewa. Most importantly I haven't shared knowledge of what I have experienced over time as promised. 

I believe my life is a book unfolding daily for you to read and walk along side me for us to tread over every obstacle in this interesting plain called life. 

Together I know we can experience a much pleasant life . Not good , not bad , but "pleasant " , because it make no difference to the creator.  HE gets what HE wants whether good or bad it makes no difference.  What is important is if it ends up being a pleasant experience for us . 

Running back to you is a selfish act on my part too. We need our energies to collide and create a reaction that produces cosmic waves. Waves that travel across the dimensions, signaling our readiness to only accept what we would eventually describe as "pleasant" . 

More videos will be posted and a couple of quotes will be shared , but what is most important is the pleasant end. 

Thanks for having me back . 

REDCUP conference

                                         

We are all planning for next year and i am glad to announce my series called the REDCUP conference .
We will be speaking at 5 universities and 5 other higher institutions of learning, teaching students how to start and run a small business while in school to help with their expenses.
There is a lot N100,000 can do if used properly . Its even more when 10 of us put N100,000 each together to get a N1,000,000. 

Our target next year is 3,000 students with N100,000 distributing goods and giving service. Thats N300,000,000 added to the economy . 

Looking forward to meeting you there as the dates gets announced .

Watch, enjoy and share.. Stay blessed 

Depression, Fight it part 2

Hello everyone, and great day to you when ever you get to see this video.
This is part 2 of the depression message i did a while back. I hope you find it inspiring and helps you over come. 
There are other videos on this blog and please share to others, you don't know who might need this.
Stay Blessed 

Beauty and the best is a Nigerian other room story (+18) Part 3

And the Story continues ..

Chief K loved Precious P, if you see love as an action word. He proved that many times with the gifts and attention, often telling himself if he gets the chance to have her to himself, he would never patronize the brothel again. As Chief K leaves the officers mess on his scooter and heads straight to the brothel; thoughts flying through his head as he races over speed bumps barely losing control of his motorbike; “how can I even think of this? Precious P is my heart beat and aside from that, her mother must not know. I need this contact of Major Z when Major S leaves for the north. I Must Deliver”.

Precious P was behind the brothel washing her school uniform when she heard footsteps coming from behind her. She turns only to find one of the girls walking towards her while she nonchalantly tells her “that guy is asking of you o, your lover boy” referring to Chief K. Precious P squeezes her uniform and place it by the bucket, shakes off the foam from her garment and walks to the common room where some girls where having a smoke.

Chief K reaches out to her with a bold face and immediately start the conversation; “have you seen the latest cinema in town? The movie about Shakespeare is out and I want us to see it tomorrow”. Precious P is surprised yet pleased as Chief K knows her love for literature, and he knows she has only been to the cinema twice in her life. She responds with some enthusiasm; “oh that will be great, yes I will go. Are you paying for me?” Chief K exclaims “haba, why would I ask you to come to the cinema if I won’t handle everything”. They agreed on the time to meet, 6:30pm at the jumbo cross motel as Chief K told her he had a meeting before the movie starts at 7pm. Precious P is looking forward to a memorable night the next day. She told herself she would never forget it and she never did.

6:30pm and she was standing at the reception of the Jumbo cross motel anxiously looking out for Chief K; then a voice calls her out from the staircase, “hey Precious , come here” Chief K moves into action as he beckons her to climb the stairways to the next floor heading towards a room. “What are we doing here?” Precious P asked as they stand opposite the door while Chief tries the keys. “We just have to wait for a friend and we are off to the cinema” he responds with subtle force.  They enter the room and she sits on the chair, Chief K speaks again “sit on the bed and be comfortable.” Precious P had always trusted young Chief K but something wasn’t right.

As the clock strikes 7pm, with military punctuality Major S steps into the room wearing a blue polo shirt and light brown trousers. You couldn’t tell he was an army officer apart from his stance which comes from attending military themed schools throughout his academic life.

Precious P had confusion on her face, at 16 she really didn’t know what to expect as the young Chief K also didn’t know where this would lead. Major S voices his motive “is this the girl? Are you sure she is a virgin? “. Precious P is in shock as Major S continues “give her a drink or something, she is not a baby” as if being 16 years was bad enough in this situation, Precious P’s outward appearance didn’t help matters. She had taken time to put on some make for the cinema and wear the push up bra she kept only for rare occasions, to match it all up she wore a mini shirt which she got as a gift from one of the girls at the brothel. She wasn’t a little school girl that night. She was like meat soaked in blood being dangled in the presence of a lion. Major S, the Lion.

Major S looked towards the young Chief K and with hands stretched out pointing towards the door indicating Chief K to vacate the room, he instructs “My friend, kindly excuse us”, not like there was any option for Chief K neither could he oppose. Chief K wished the earth opened up and took him or a whirlwind came and made everything go away. As he stepped out of the room towards the stairway back to the lobby, he could hear the voice of Precious P mumbling, calling his name as tears roll down her cheeks while the door made a squeaky sound as it slammed shut. Walking towards the lobby a young military officer walks towards Chief K with his right hand reaching out for a handshake, as Chief K, looking confused and responded by clinching hands with the officer in a firm handshake. “It’s nice meeting you Chief K, Major S said good things about you, I am Major Z, I believe we will be very good friends from now on”. Chief K is in limbo with a mix of emotions of betrayal and accomplishment which sends strong vibes towards his stomach making him have the need to visit the toilet. It gets worse for his conscience as Major Z taps him on the shoulder and walks up the stairs towards the room when he said “I need to join my friend with the party you have made happen for us, you are the main man”. He could hear door open as Major Z enters the room to join his comrade, he could also hear the voice of Precious P coated in tears and anguish.

It was 9am in the morning; a loud knock on the door wakes Chief K as he barely had any sleep since he got home from the jumbo Cross motel after waiting for an hour and no sign of the two majors coming out soon. He opens the door of his flat to find Precious P’s mother and three girls from the brothel acting hysterical with tears and she explodes “HAVE YOU SEEN PRECIOUS? Ewoo, my world o, my life o, please have you seen or heard from her?” Chief K realizes they have no idea she came to meet with him at the motel. She continues “dem talk say she go watch film, she never come back since yesterday o. She no dey waka bad waka oooo. Chei GOD o, helep me ooo” tears and cries kept flowing as she continues “I beg my broda, if you help me see her, I beg come tell me, abi make you help me go around this city with ya motorbike take search small I beg”. Chief K jumps into action running to dress up as the ladies waited in his living room. The irony was the sincere concern in his face which the ladies could tell, but what they didn’t know was that the reason for the confusion in his expressions was not of the same incline with theirs; it was of the fact he knew where she was last night and was wondering what must have happened to Precious P.

After moving round town for 5 hours checking everywhere except the Jumbo cross motel, Chief K made sure he lead the search party purposely discarding the opinion of one of the brothel maids to check there. “Precious no fit go that place, make we check railway and the two other cinemas and ask” was Chief K’s response when Jumbo Cross was mentioned.

In the evening Chief K and the search party escorted Precious P’s mother to the brothel. As they gathered to greet her good night and make promises of finding her daughter, she turns towards Chief K ; she started appreciating “GOD bless you my broda, may GOD lift you for helping me this far, I am so grateful for the effort” she gave Chief K a hug as she cried with tears all over his shirt while she kept calling her daughter’s name.

If Chief K had broken conscience the night before, it was nothing compared to this evening. He rushed on his motorbike and you can guess where he was headed; the Jumbo Cross motel. He runs through the reception and heads towards the stairs stumbling as he missed several steps while the receptionist beckoned on him to wait.  He goes to the room and finds no one; as he turns to head back the receptionist confronts him; “sir, the girl you came with last night might be dead o, those men that came in to meet her carried her in their car and drove off. It was when she stopped breathing then one of them called me and gave me the warning of my life. I don’t want wahala o, I don’t want army problem o. Sir, and you didn’t bring her to this place o. PLEASE”. He said pointing his finger at Chief K’s face.

Chief K felt a bit relieved as he walked out of the motel and headed towards the barracks; the feeling that the event of what happened to Precious P was still a secret gave him comfort but now he needs to know what happened to the young girl he had betrayed.

Major Z was at the officer’s mess when Chief K stormed in, “where is Major S?” he asks as he stands before Major Z who seemed less amused. “What happened to that girl? What happened to Precious P?”Chief K continued his rant; then Major Z raises his hand and wave towards a seat indicating to Chief K to sit down. “She was bleeding too much for me, Major S and I had a few rounds then the blood was just too much, the bed sheets and all; and she kept screaming your bloody name which was actually annoying. Any ways, Major S has moved to Abuja and we dumped the girl at a hospital in the next town and left some cash in her bag. We made sure someone took her in before we left.” Chief K didn’t wait for Major Z to finish his drink as he got up and rushed towards the exit to get his motorbike. There was only one hospital in the next town, and he knew the place too well. Major Z drops a parting word, “Take it easy bro; she is not important, trust me there are more important things going on; and if you play your cards well, you will be very rich.” Chief K stops a bit, nods his head in agreement and continues towards his motorbike.

The next town was a sleepy one; noise only came when the power company gives electricity; you can hear the distant sound of a generator as only two residents have one and the hospital was one of those two. The young Chief K walks in after parking his motorbike and meets a nurse half asleep. “Good evening madam, I would like to ask about a patient that came in last night;” before he could continue, she responded in her tired husky voice from being the only nurse on duty since the night before; “she has gone; she left this afternoon. Are you related to her? Because after treatment she just got up and boarded a bus to Ghana.” 

She sat up to give more info “She was raped and she kept calling one name; Are you the person?” she asked with eyes wide open. Chief K didn’t know what to expect; “ha no o, I am Rufus, and I am a friend to her mother, and we have been looking for her all morning in the city next to you.” The nurse had many questions but being a talkative prevents one from being calm she nonchalantly responds “The girl has gone’ maybe she couldn’t take the shame”.

Chief K had to spend the night in that town as it was late when he got to the hospital after leading the search party from the morning towards checking at the Jumbo Cross motel to finding out where Precious P was during his inquiry at the barracks. It was a hell of a busy day. He checked into a small vacant room for the night and suddenly he remembered Precious P had a friend in Ghana whom she exchanges letters with. The friend was older and was her school mother when she was in standard one. He now knows where she was and knows her mother would not find out and might die of a heart ache.

Around 10am Chief K heads back to the city; thinking of what to do, when to his surprise there is a road block, soldiers everywhere. Everything was stand still and he asked one of the people “what’s happening?” An old man answered “coup oh; there is a new government my son” as he passes a transistor radio detailing the broadcast. Chief K listens to the repeated announcement, the voice seemed familiar as the solider at the other end of the radio kept listing directive on the new era of the nation; then as soon as he ends his speech he concludes with “Fellow countrymen, I Major S as the new commander in chief appoints Major Z as controller of the southern administration and also vice president”.  SHOCK!!! That’s what Major Z warned about when he told him about playing his cards right and more important things. Major S had gone to Abuja as part of the plan when Major Z came into Lagos.

With his friends as the two most powerful people in the country, the rest is history, as Chief K enjoyed the benefits of being the go to man in government. No one saw Precious P again. 

To be continued ....

Beauty and the best is a Nigerian other room story (+18) Part 2

And the story continues …..

This is the longest 30 minutes Ewa has ever been through. Thoughts fly through her head; “what if he dies? What if the surgery is not successful? Does he really love me?” She notices the painting on the wall; it was the image of a nurse tending to a patient in a hospital bed but placed in a basketball court. Whatever that meant really wasn’t what Ewa was interested in. She seeks distraction and brings out the new phone BROS got for her at the mall. She scrolls through the various apps and picks the notorious mind gosling candy crush turning the volume low as she was conscious of the other two people at the waiting room.  30 minutes is a very long time away.

Its 2:30pm in Lagos, the traffic is intense with buses, cars and mini havoc called “keke” which are actually tricycles maneuvering their way through the gridlock and starching car bumpers as they leave motorist with yellow paint marks on the cars and angry madams and bosses.

In the mist of all the scrabble pieces which is the best way to describe the chaos, sits Mrs. BROS at the back of her SL600 Mercedes Benz, legs crossed as she steers through the tinted window. No expression on her face, she rarely gives anyone a clue of what’s on her mind, her driver knows better than to try and figure it out as well. She is cold.

Mrs. BROS wasn’t like this earlier in her life; she was happy girl as a child. The only daughter of the great Chief K. “Baba ni yen” , the phrase given to Chief K over the years which means “That’s the big boss” each time he steps out of this palatial home only to be greeted by a crowd of thugs and market women during his days a politician.

Chief K has no time for politics these days, he has wind down that bit for others or proxies as the case may be. Made billions of naira as a contractor to the military during the junta, he was in charge of supplying boots and uniforms during the war. It was his special thank you for providing certain generals the girls required to warm their nights as he was not a silver spoon child. He knew he had few options in life but was determined to live like the children of the school principal who was very friendly with the white missionaries. It’s a wonder what seeing a principal in clean white shirt, well iron khaki trousers with razor sharp linings, white socks and a set of blue, red and black biros lining the breast pocket can inspire in a man.

All Chief K wanted was to be a teacher. He loved the look, the respect and mostly the type of food they had access to from the Catholic missionaries who built the schools. Those days a teacher can tell a parent not to eat for two days so the child can be smarter and they would not doubt it. He loved the attention and power they got. One thing was lacking though for Chief K, his mind was not programmed for formal education. He had a short attention span due to his imaginative mind. Some skills are better used on the streets than in the classroom. Chief K couldn’t pass his standard 6 exams despite being very clever. Latin. Oh Latin, the killer subject for him. 

He kept failing that dame subject. After many failed attempts, he discovered that the bread, eggs, butter, milk and chocolate the missionaries enjoyed didn’t come from heaven. They even didn’t come from Rome neither was it free. They came from a market in “Eko” or Lagos as his principal always tried to correct everyone in his village.

Chief K took his bag, hopped on a trailer carrying cocoa from his village to Lagos for onward export and that’s was the end of his teacher dreams.

Chief K was good with numbers, he quickly joined a group of boys that carried cocoa sacks from trucks to warehouses, gathering his little cents and buying milk, eggs, butter and chocolate back to his former principal and missionaries. Back then he was not Chief K, he was just that boy that sold what the missionaries eat cheaper than anyone else.

One evening, Chief K arrived from this village with monies he had just been paid form his supplies. It was quite late and the bus he boarded had broken down at the dark side of town. A notorious area I might add. Everyone came down from the bus asking questions and pleading with the driver to find a solution. With the driver not knowing what to do as he just took captainship of the vehicle from the former owner, everyone had to find their way to their various destinations and that’s when Chief K noticed a place he had never seen before in his life. It was a small building with different bright lights. This place had light bulbs of different colours, blue, yellow, green and they all blended to give a mystical ambiance.

There was music echoing from the house. The sound was what tricked the senses to look towards the lighted place. As Chief K walked towards this place he noticed a crowd of people, murmurings which later evolved to audible chatter came from them. As he moved closer he could clearly see them, they were women, ladies and young girls, in different shapes and sizes; some dancing and whining their waist to calypso music with blend of Ghanaian high life music. Some men sat on chairs under a portable canopy while some came out of the house looking exhausted adjusting their trousers as they take their leave. He had never seen so many beautiful women in one place. Their hair was well done, fingers and toe nails polished with coat of coloring that hypnotizes the men as they troop in.

“Fine boy, why you dey look na?”, the words that snapped Chief K back to reality. “Come in and enjoy ya self, oya sit don here”. Wow, what a welcoming gesture from a beautiful lady Chief K thought. She gave him a seat and before you could say jack be nimble she sat right on his lap. Chief K is in shock. A woman on my lap? What can a young boy do at this point?

That night Chief K discovered the sweetness of a woman and he would ever take just one thing from that experience; it cost him 50 pounds and most of his capital for business.

He formed a particular likeness for a young 16 year old girl; Precious P. You dare not touch Precious P, as her mother was the leader of the prostitutes at the brothel and despite her chosen career; she had other plans for her virgin daughter. Chief K would bring gifts and secretly pass them on to Precious P. She also liked Chief K, as she had someone she could share stories she read from school with. She also hated Latin. 

As Chief K moved up the social status of a young merchant trading everything from cocoa to bed sheets, he had the opportunity meeting a certain major in the army. This young major was in charge of procurement for the three main barracks in the region. The friendship was mutual, as Major S was found of having sexual adventures with ladies whom Chief K easily provided from the brothel and Chief K was given consistent supply contracts; some of which the army paid up front and at twice the price the retail stores sold things. Chief K was living the life.

“I want a virgin”; those where the words that hit Chief K like a punch from Major S as they sat down to eat lunch. Major S continued the request “I have never had a virgin and I wish to have taste”; as Chief K gently drops his cup after a gulp of water, keeps a straight face like he could deliver on his promise yet wishing the request was just table talk and Major S would laugh it off and keep to the program. “I am being transferred to the North on Monday, and I will introduce you to the new procurement officer Major Z, he was my junior in the academy and we are like brothers. If you get me a virgin as a send off gift I will instruct Major Z to continue with the pact we had”. This was the toughest thing anyone would put Chief K through, he would rather take a Latin language exam than this; but his future was on the line and when there is a will, there is always away. “Give me till tomorrow, and I’ll bring someone, but she might not want to come to the barracks, we would have to get room a bit out of town.”Major S pauses robbing his fingers against his jaw, then he instructs, “Fine, let’s meet at Jumbo cross motel at 18:00 GMT (7pm to us civilians), I will be there, but make sure you don’t fail.”


To be Continued tomorrow .. share the post . Bless 

Borrowed Heaven

Hello Everyone, today, tonight or this morning or anytime you get to read this article. I hope this meets you well and if it doesn't like if you're in hospital or at the mortuary waiting to identify or bury a loved one, or at the police station trying to bail a friend or relative or you have been told you have a terrible disease, or you have a debt you don't know how you're going to pay back, this is for you. And if it actually meets you well and you just bought a car or just got a job or just made some money you have never made in your life, this is for you as well.

The title of this article is "Borrowed Heaven". It happens to be the title of one of my favourite songs by the group called The Corrs.

What is borrowed heaven? You see, my friend, the life we have is borrowed. It was given to us by someone or as some scholars say, by some supreme being. We are not flesh and bones, we are spirits and we shall return to the master that sent us here.

BUT there is a catch and this is not religion .

What if you die and get to meet the creator and HIS first question to you was: "So, how was heaven?" YES!! HOW WAS HEAVEN?

Iam sure most of us will be confused. Oh they told us heaven is where you go when you leave earth, oh they said heaven is for good people and bad ones go to hell, oh they said earth is for the devil and heaven is our home.

I have come to understand that the wisdom of the creator is too great for our small minds. Come on, ask yourself, how far can your senses go? You see just from one side of your head and don't have eyes behind, you have just two arms and yours hands can't touch its elbows , your two legs look nice but it could be four, so why get arrogant about anything when we are actually physically and mentally limited.

BUT there is good news..

We are not our bodies. We are spirits living in a shell called the body and trust me, if you're born at all it means you won the lucky draw from the creator to send you here, and HE is asking how are you enjoying heaven.

Every minute , every second is a gift . Enjoy it . Enjoy life . Eat , drink , have sex , fall in love , go to a place you have never been, because a time will come we won't be with this body and when others show us how far they push their bodies in the after life, don't be the one having regrets.

Oh Tokunbo, you are a christian, you said we should drink. YES ..Drink .. Drink good wine.. YES its alcoholic. The wine in the bible was not grape fruit juice, it was WINE. Stop lying against GOD and HIS hard work. Don't wait till you're dead to find out life was a gift . A free gift .

And for the religious, i give you this . If you tell me the son of GOD died for my errors, then why are you worried about my errors?. Don't you think its enough you said it and i believed it? At least it shows i have more faith in what you told me than you that said it.

The rules: Don't hurt others . In all you do think about how you have either created heaven or hell for the next person because when the time comes , the creator will ask "How was heaven".

The picture in the article is evidence that nothing is permanent. The $2000 watch was given away , the coral bead was given away too and the money on the bed was spent and when it all finished , life went on. I didn't grow taller neither did i make the sky fall.

I always give credit to whom credit is due. Please enjoy the musical video below. It inspired me a lot ..

See you tomorrow . GOD willing , and Stay blessed

Depression ; Fight it

This was posted some weeks ago on my Facebook page. Its a two part message. Depression is real and its a black mans taboo. Many are affected by this. 
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