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No distraction is enough to put you out of your misery Lively companies, Some booze, Drugs maybe, Loud music, Some hours of sleep, Is only to shift your focus For a little while After which your misery is back, In double folds sometimes, So rather than run from it, Face it head on, However you can. Facebook - Odusola Aanuoluwapo Instagram - @i_am_phleg Twitter - @odusolar BBM - 2BC07AB1

Yes, I miss you No, not enough to tell you Maybe if you can show that the feeling is mutual, I will Yes, you like my company No, what else was I thinking you’d like? Maybe, just maybe you might like something else soon Yes, it’s a new week No, I’m not anxious to see you Maybe bumping into you someplace will do just fine Yes, we’re past that, I know No, yes, I said no again Maybe if you were more ‘into’ me, I’d say yes Yes, yes? No, n-no please Maybe or maybe not, I like it here Yes, I heard you the first time No, I don’t feel the same way yet Maybe…..no maybes Yes, I got your gift No, I mean yes, I love it Maybe I should get you a gift too sometime Yes, I’ll be ready by eight No, you can pick me up by nine instead Maybe it’ll be fun, let’s see Yes, it’s been two years, can you believe it? No, me too Maybe I’ve eventually fallen for you Yes, you can come over No, you can spend the night Maybe some ot

I was working on two articles around midnight which I found difficult to finish working on. I was at work though – night shift. I sat beside Obinna who is chatty by default. We eventually began a discussion that inspired me to write this – to the end. He kept asking if I was making progress on the articles not knowing I had already mentally started another from our conversation, thank you Obinna. I thought I should share the lessons I learned so here we are. Sometimes we miss being little, how we didn’t have to be bothered about paying bills, romance, friendship drama or career change. It was easy for us to say ‘I want to be a doctor’ and not even doubt for one second if we’ll ever become that which we professed. When someone beats or punishes us, we cry or feel bad for a little while but look for us in the next few minutes; we’re already cool with the person, probably playing rough again already. We had large hearts, full of love and forgiveness though in small bodies. So

CNN isn’t one of my favourite channels; I don’t even watch it for a minute willingly which is quite strange for someone like me who studied international relations. And it’s not just CNN, it’s the news in general, I still don’t understand why I don’t like watching the news when I’m supposed to embrace it if I want to excel in my career…to an extent. Long story short, I was forced to watch CNN on a certain day because I was at a reception for hours and CNN was my only option since I was already tired of refreshing my twitter and Instagram timeline. On that day, I fell in love with CNN, errr kinda. Something caught my attention and I didn’t want to shut up about it. What does freedom mean to you? The question came up on the screen and different people wore a shirt with the question printed on it or held up a sheet displaying the question and went ahead to talk about what freedom meant to them. Some of the responses got me thinking. I remember someone saying freedom

For the rainy and the sunny days, Be grateful For the plenty and the lack, Be grateful For the food and the not so good friends, Be grateful For the lives lost and the lives born, Be grateful For the tears and the laughter, Be grateful For the beautiful and the ugly, Be grateful For the questions and the answers, Be grateful For without the bad, You might never appreciate the good. Facebook - Odusola Aanuoluwapo Instagram - @i_am_phleg Twitter - @odusolar BBM - 2BC07AB1