OneMotolani

 Iya Oniboli is at it again, talking at the top of her voice alone. Someday, her listeners will go deaf. Since the fateful day Ajepe rescued me from the hands the under bridge lot, my Mother’s tongue never gave his name Peace.  Ajepe this one, Ajepe savior; maybe Ajepe took away the sins of Lagos *eyes rolling* Suddenly Baba Aladura’s prophesy fizzled into thin air. And Ajepe’s exploit made the headline in her news. Ajepe only fancied me as I did him hence the help, nothing more and nothing less.  Trust my mother to keep up with the drama. I guess I would too if I had just one kid. Events like this remind me of how precious I must be to her, and I for sure get to see that uncommon smile gracing her lips. I don’t believe my mother deserved the title “Iya” yet but how then will her merchandise be traced directly back to her. Somehow, that title ages her but her beauty never grows old. The skin under her usual skin-tight and free top was beautiful to behold. Her face although na

 I have a friend who is excellent at conversation. He handles people with a level of excellence and grace that age alone cannot provide. No judgement, no prejudice, no argument just apparent objectivity. I have come to the conclusion that understanding, actual listening and less reacting may be all he does.  People often find themselves endeared to such kinds of persons without reason, because they're saying the right things, doing the right things, relating with you like they've known you all your life when all they have done is converse. Conversations go beyond listening to people to reply. It is looking to be involved, learn and process what you've heard. Then it reflects our attitude towards people. And, If age were a basis for measuring orientation and ultimately character, I would probably smack some elderly folks on the side for being insensitive during a conversation. Oh well, the elderly are never wrong? Such a beautiful craft of garbage.  The psycho