Odusolar's Think Tank Hub

I believe I am someone who has a pretty high power of observation. How do I know? My reflex and response systems are usually ready for any alarming, surprising, or unexpected occurence as I move, whether I'm walking, or in a vehicle. It's because of this power of observation, that I tend to notice somethings most people wouldn't. For example, the other day I saw an unassuming man in mufty in front of me, by an okada, apparently his, as he was shutting down its engine, in two seconds, without hearing him talk or seeing him wear any camo clothing, I IDed him as a military man. How did I know? I saw a very small piece of camo bandana or so, peeping out of his pocket, of which someone who is concerned about getting to his or her destination most probably will not bother to look in the man's direction, let alone observe the the material in his pocket. Shortly after I passed him, his friends came out of a hotel to greet him and escort him in. These friends were all in camo an

I got this line from a movie titled "a million ways to die in the west" and by this line, I mean the title of this article and I fell in love with it ever since. It got me thinking about how we fail to see things even with our eyes open probably because we are blinded by God-knows-what. It's gotten so bad that we'd see what's right for us but we'd rather choose what's expected of us and you know what's even worse? It's looking and not seeing. Sometimes the bigger half of the meat is more bony but because it's bigger, it automatically becomes first choice. Some people when told to choose between five twenty naira notes and a one thousand naira note, would rather go for the five twenties because it's more (quantity over quality, imagine that). How can you be blind with eyes that big? Or better still, how can you be blind with your eyes wide open? (this doesn't apply to people who have lost their sight though). How about you looking

     First off, let me remind you that I'm a village teacher of which I taught my students about integrity and then I felt a need for the society to also know what integrity entails..... Now integrity proper, integrity means doing the right thing at all times and in all circumstances, whether or not anyone is watching you. It takes having courage to do the right thing no matter what the consequence would be. Building a reputation of integrity takes years but it takes only a second to lose, so never allow yourself to ever do anything that would damage perhaps tarnish your image.       I have found out that we are presently in a world where we seldom talk about integrity and that's another reason why I'm here, here are very few attributes of a person of integrity; to be a person of integrity your words has to match your deeds, root yourself in moral foundation, always look for positive and shun the negative at all times, you should resist temptation, I mean you shouldn'

My last birthday was the same date as today, 26th August. Everyone around me at the time didn't know this story because there was no point as God made it possible for me to carry out my heart desire. Let me not forget to mention that during this period, I was still serving my country (NYSC) in Asaba, Delta State. The ministry (Directorate of Youth Development) under which I was serving provided a quite comfortable accommodation for the corpers' under them myself inclusive, hence a corpers' lodge. I won't call myself an introvert but yea I'm close but mostly, I am who I am depending on who I'm with. I could a talkative if I'm comfortable with you or as the spirit leads. Don't let me bore you with this as this isn't my autobiography. My Humble Self (a throwback pic tho) So back to my story. Few days to my birthday, I was at a village called Umutu not so far from Asaba, like an hour or thereabout, visiting my friend Tope. Tope was like my camp t

I love food, I really do. I'm not covetous though, you won't see me beg for another person's food in the name of the love I have for food but the love I have for food is beyond words. This doesn't mean I can't fast, I do that pretty well so I guess I'd say that I love food but I'm not addicted to it. See the rubbish I'm writing sef just because of food. I've eaten thrice already today although not in large volumes and I'm still hungry but I have my seniors, the ones who eat on earth and even heaven acknowledges it. The ones who express their love for food anywhere they are and in anyway they can. One of such people is my bestfriend, Bisi (maybe that's why we're bestfriends, just kidding). She won't express the love in public though (she's an introvert but even some extroverts won't) but I and Bisi would go out to eat something like fufu, on our way back home, she'd buy bread claiming that the food we ate would have &#

“Hmm”. “Ahh”. These were the sounds of pleasure made in tandem with the rhythmic creaking of the bed springs. With a shudder and a groan, the male on top of me achieved orgasm. He collapses on me, breathing heavily into my ear. He then rolls of me, body glistening with sweat. He grins at me, revealing straight, brown stained tobacco teeth. He gives my nipple one last pinch and proceeds to put on his clothes all the time keeping up a steady chatter of how good and sweet I was and how he’s going to return at a later date. As he finishes putting on his shoes, he opens his wallet and presses some bills into my palm and then walks out. I glance at the clock. There is still time for two or three more customers. I rise from the bed to dispose of the condom used, clean my body off with a wet towel (no time for a bath and moreover, men like the scent of sex), put on a short, sexy gown with nothing underneath, reapply my makeup and then, out I go. This is my life. Welcome to the world of a Comme

Imagine a life without God, can you? Is there even a life without God? One of my favorite acapella songs sung by an acapella group named 'acapella' (it's their real name) talked about what a life without God would look like and it goes thus: If there were no God there would be no music There would be no dream to be dreaming of What a dreadful thought of an empty future If there were no God there would be no love If there were no God there would be no children There would be no joy to relieve our tears Not a tender hand to provide us comfort No consoling heart to subdue our fears If there were no God there would be no sunshine There would be no rain to refresh the earth There would be no jewels to display their value There would be no thought of enduring words If there were no God there'd be no creation There would be no light there would be no breath No surpassing joy nothing in existence If there were no God all would be death. Facebook - Odusola A

I didn't know what to title this so I titled it untitled. Don't get me wrong though, a couple of titles came to mind but I still couldn't pick a title. Should I have titled it "life happens" or "one of those things" or "be ready for anything"?. What led to this I'd rather not tell but yea, difficult times come, and do they go as fast as they come, in my own experience, NO. Don't get me wrong though, I'm not a sadist. There's been happy times, infact amazing memories I never want to let go of but there's also been difficult times and yes I must admit, they pass too. I'm not trying to be religious or anything but I just remembered a verse in the bible (don't know where exactly) but it talked about trials and tribulations being constant but that we should "be of good cheer, for I have overcome the world". Now I have my title but I won't change it still. We all have problems, raise your hands if you do

I almost couldn't believe this when it happened to me, I now knew that life is more than how I see it. Some people can be so extreme in their approach which even makes their proposal 'yuckier' than it already is. Oya let me skip the intro and go straight to the story because I can already hear you thinking ehn what exactly happened, lol. Now, if you know me to some extent, you'd know I schooled in the Rebublic of Benin, Cotonou precisely. Cotonou is known for their very cheap stuff, even I get clothes as cheap as 100 naira (shh, tell no one). My mom knew this and decided to come and take advantage of that quality so she came on that fateful day. I was being lectured when I got her call so I had to excuse myself from the class to receive her call. I called my bestfriend, Bisi to go meet her since she wasn't having any class at the time and would probably get there before me as I didn't want to delay my mom because she was going to leave as soon as she was don

I’m letting you guys into a little secret. Its not a secret that 71% of vibrant Nigerian youths deal in controlled substances (Drugs) and its also not a secret that Jakande Estate Oke – Afa boys are junkies hmm hmm!! Let’s leave that like that. Well I’m a jakande estate boy and I happen to have junkies as friends. So there was thiş particular night. It was a Sunday night actually. Nothing happened in the day because it was such a boring Sunday afternoon. On that very night. My crew including myself got together and we decided to get ‘high’. Sam actually was the one with the reefer. We both decided to get a location. The rest of the crew went to get one or two things. On getting to our location. We hopped into a free and well parked tricycle (KEKE NAPEP). Sam rolled up and we got a spark from the neighboring Abokis. We got into the tricycle again but thiş time, it was with the rest of the crew. We’ve got PIRO,PILON,YANKEE BOY,MAYANZY,SAM,IK and myself on that very day. Well its not

I have a problem, if there's a problem with my problem, does that mean I still have a problem or its just my problem that has a problem? If it's my problem that has a problem, does my problem's problem become my problem? Okay, maybe I don't realise it yet but at what point does my problem's problem become my problem? What if my problem's problem isn't my problem, how is the problem gonna be solved if it's not my problem and if my problem can't solve it's own problem? If my problem's problem is my problem, which am I supposed to find solution to first, my problem or my problem's problem? But isn't this another problem on its own? So finding a solution to either my problem or my problem's problem has become another problem all of a sudden, what exactly is the problem? So far, I have realised that thinking about the solution to my problem and my problem's problem (if it's my problem though) is creating even a bigger pr

     The way my mother froze when I narrated all to her, you'd think she just saw a ghost. Mother dropped her pestle and gave a shrill cry a dead man could have woken up to ask what happened. I sat there, confused and somewhat more afraid than before. My mother began to cry and blame herself for what could have been, she kept lamenting "Chim eee, Chim eee". I began to cry too and my mother, seeing what she had caused, quickly cleaned her face and drew me close "no no nwa'm, I'm not blaming you, it's not your fault". I stopped crying and she calmly asked "did he touch or do anything to you here?" She asked touching my groin area. "No mom" I responded feeling relieved. Of course mom had to be sure so she later examined me.      I was woken up on Sunday by my mom, even though she pretended like she hadn't mentioned it to my dad, deep down I knew she had because she avoided my gaze. Blessing came to the house as usual because we

     I didn't tell my mother of this development for how could I tell her? My only friend at that time, Blessing became my refuge. She started coming over more often to be with me. Pretty soon the shameless man started to hit on my friend too!!. I became scared of running errands for him because when I went into his house, he would try to grab me. He never caught me of course for I was wiry and would quickly make a dive for the door. (I'm actually smiling thinking of this scene, it felt like I was playing ping pong) I formed the habit of tossing whatever it was he sent me to buy on his couch and dashing out the door.      One day, Blessing and I didn't go to school, (no we weren't sick or anything, thank you very much), we 'skipped' school, oh and mother dearest didn't know because she went to work, she always left home before we did. Our dear neighbor (the devil take him) called us both into his house, I didn't wanna go but Blessing wanted to find ou