Mobola Writes

There is this beautiful lady everyone is after, both the rich and the poor. She is so beautiful with nice curves and enchanting smiles which makes it difficult for no one to ignore her presence. She has that much magic on people. However, she has a daughter everyone hates.  That is impossible. Right? She is called life and her daughter, challenges. I guess you can relate now. You might be wondering why my current posts are centered around this lady called life. There are one thousand and one happenings in the world right world right now and the least we can do is take a break to study this beautiful lady that has decided to disturb her lovers, people, by dishing out different cards. I held a nylon this morning which contained some content and discovered it was not carefully knotted which posed some level of difficulty when I wanted to untie it.   My impatient self dug my finger into the nylon and tore it apart thereby exposing the content and damaging the nylon in the pro...

Gaming, for me, is an avenue to escape the harsh realities of life. Although the problem still persist thereafter but that temporary escape does the magic at times. It provides the needed break and allows the brain to refresh. Mobola decided to play games to relief the tension building up in her after the president's speech that left everyone speechless yesterday. I kept scaling smoothly from one level to another till I got stuck on a level. Typical me would not quit that game till I passed that level; I love games like that so I tend to pick challenging ones.  But the harder I tried, the more I failed. It was funny because I had played like twenty levels without encountering difficulties but this particular one seemed like it came prepared, singing Mario theme song underneath " nibi loma ku si... " There are times I was so close to winning but a single move would destroy everything. I was eager to win so I did not bother to calculate my move. The game and I is a virtual ...

I managed to take pictures after taking a break for a while (errrrm that while is just a week by the way). All pictures were looking so good but a particular picture struck a different cord in me. It was that I was smiling so genuinely and from deep down my heart. The sight of that picture made me smile again while I traveled down memory lane. And I will be relating that to the present happenings in Nigeria. I do not even know what a smile looked like by this time last year. Having to keep up with writing a project, attending classes and preparing for examination was traumatizing enough not to talk of constantly facing a supervisor whose sole objective was to dehumanize and suck out all self confidence acquired over the years. Whatsoever morale you have leaves immediately you step into that block. It was so bad that closing the door behind means dropping one's humanity, assuming that of trash and suddenly becoming deaf and dumb because everything you say/do would be used against yo...

Precisely five years ago, I made a decision to leave my parent's parish to another one. Well, a typical African mother would refuse me such decision because it was not to be heard of, moreover, I was still so young but my mum had no issue with it. She understood the concept of 'every man for himself' in Christianity.  I could remember the smile on her face the day I told her due to some underlying reasons. Whichever way, she just wanted me to leave the house every Sunday morning and be committed. Did I find committed where I went to? Of course yes! But that is not the main reason I write today. Prior to last Sunday, the burning urge to go to church was not there at all. This is the case of many worshippers since worship centers resumed. Readjusting to Sunday routines after five months of break is not so easy.  I summoned courage and went but something happened and I had to leave for my parent's parish. As expected, mum and a whole lot of others were surprised to see me....

The natural order of arrangement is that the field comes before the palace but the reverse is usually the case with the Moses. It is safe to say normalities does not work with Moses. There is this divine aura that comes with being identified as a Moses. The Field can be likened to a training ground where necessary instructions that would serve as a guide to obtaining the crown plus the throne are given out. The major role of the field is to prepare one's heart against what is ahead and how to deal with obstacles that may serve as an hindrance to obtaining the crown or sitting on the throne.  The Throne might not necessarily be a physical manifestation of a chair designed with the finest apparel. It comes in diverse ways such as the assurance that comes with accomplishing a task, productivity level or amassing wealth. Furthermore, the field is where the real deal goes down. It is the primary place of assignment where one is required to function actively and with no delay. Compared t...