The Return of the Visitor

I cannot vividly remember the last time it visited. I think I was still in Secondary school then; basking in the flamboyance of my teenage pride (that was just to challenge Wole Soyinka, hehehe…). The visit was however short-lived as I managed to get a hold of it and overpower it’s disgraceful intent; knocking it out flat in the opening rounds (it was not aware of my Mohammed Alistic butterfly skills). It left angry, I saw the anger on its texture before pushing down it with large buckets of water to its rightful position. How it managed not to stay there, I can’t tell. 10 years later it returned, with so much fury. I never knew it still harbored that rage and wicked revengeful thoughts, waiting patiently for the opportunity to strike back – and the opportunity did come! This time its attack was stronger, leaving no room for failure on its part; its sting was bitter, carrying so much force. My skills were nowhere to be found – you wouldn’t blame me though, I had past my prime. Did it succeed then? – You would find out soon…

This World is full of Risk!

This world is risky.  I often feel that this is an understatement; this world is the definition of risk! It is so risky that it would be too risky for us not to acknowledge that fact. Risk, they say, is the possibility that things would not go as plan. If we are to go with that definition, then you would agree with me that this world is risk personified cos it is currently not going according to plan. In Nigeria, this risk is heightened a thousand fold as our own world is just upside down! We only survive, by the Grace of God!