NWATAIRIUJU-Child of Sorrow

          1975 was the year. The year the war started. A war against destiny, a war that has left me desolate, a war that has torn me from inside out. I do not speak of a physical war, but of the war against the gods, captors of my happiness. A war that has earned me the name Nwatairiuju; meaning child of sorrow. A war I must fight till victory. My name is Nwatairiuju, son of Odenigbo the great hunter and this is my story.

WELCOME TO AUSTRALIA

          “Passport!” The lady at the desk screamed. Beautiful thud sound as the stamp hit my passport, I had waited to hear for 2years now. I was going to Australia!

ASKED TO PROBATE

          One year ago, i was seating on this bench, in a teenage meeting at my church. I was thanking God for grace and strength to read, and for a successful completion of my 2nd year in the university. One year after, i am seating on that very same bench and spot in the same teenage meeting at my church, not sure how or whether to thank God for the completion, hopefully successful, of my 2nd year...AGAIN!

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UGLINESS of the 21st century

          I often wonder how it feels to be ugly. I wonder how 'the ugly' feel being and knowing they are ugly. You know what I wonder most about? I wonder how 'the ugly' who don't know they are ugly feel like. Painfully, these are the one's with the biggest ego.

NOSTALGIA: diary of a tired Uniben student

         How time flies :(. I remember growing up. How easy life was. I particularly remember how easy school was. I did t need to stress out to be excellent. I didn't need to read everyday to pass my examinations. I didnt even need to worry about the friends I kept affecting my grades.
          All I needed to worry about was showing up to school early (Bulk of the reason was to avoid being punished for coming late), taking down note (written on the board) given by the teachers, and doing homework. How I earnestly yearn for a taste of that again.
          As a child, I wanted to grow up so quickly. I thought the adults had it all. Independence, freedom and the best of things. This one time, i went into the bathroom, snuck a black pencil from my mothers dresser (eye liner) and colored my chin, and any other area of my face i felt i needed facial hair. Looked in the mirrow and wondered away in thoughts of how cool my life would be had i had facial hairs. I simply wanted to be grown! Why didn't somebody warn me that growing up was a trap? Though I probably wouldn't have listened.
          Here I am now, laying on my bed, trying to understand what in heavens name 'GLYCOLYSIS, GLUCONEOGENESIS, AND THE PENTOSE PHOSPHATE PATHWAY' means.
          I had been told earlier this evening that we would be having an MBC test tomorrow. Just next after 'wasting my day' on the list of things to do was reading.
          With all that had happened to me in the past few months academically, 'night class' was a no-no for me. So, I am left with the only choice of studying in my room with my extension box connected light source. Electrical connections to my bulb had malfunctioned so I had to create a D.I.Y source of light.
          I struggled to find the at least 100pages of materials divided into nothing less than 10 topic parts with my faintly illuminating D.I.Y light source. Picked out one to start reading and just couldn't get passed the first paragraph.
    'Maybe the internet would help', I told my self, reaching out to my phone plugged close by to google up materials on the topics.
          I went back and fort trying to find which would interest me. How did life get this complicated? What had happened to the good old days when what the teacher taught in class was enough to get a C and flipping through the taken down notes could get you an A? Now, full attendance of classes and reading notes jotted down in class could only at best get you a C.
          All I wish for now is to get passed this phase quickly and be a man, working with a fat pay, and a lovely family. And the circle goes on and on. I keep wishing for the next phase quickly only to discover the previous was a lot better. I guess its pretty obvious I have to try to make the best out of each phase as they come. Enjoy it and ease myself into the next phase.

P.S: I still can't get myself to study for my MBC (Medical BioChemistry) test tomorrow... :(

The Gay wedding- a photographers dilemma

So guys, I saw something pretty interesting this morning that I want to share...

I was doing my routine morning scan through facebook.com and I saw a very controversial but interesting post and thought I should share it with you guys and get your opinion(s) about it.

A photographer ‘facebook-friend’ of mine who by the way I completely respect and look up to posted something that really got me thinking. In his very words, he said and I quote:

“I got an early DM via twitter this morning from a prospect abroad, he asked “Do you do photography for same sex weddings?”. As always i want to respond ASAP but then I got a little confused and I’m wondering why. Of course the pay will be great but my faith..., and if the government of naija gets to know. What do you suggest, as he is still expecting a response ASAP. Help a brother here”