My “Go-To” Guy!

He’s a man; a real man.
Not those wanna-bes out there,
Struggling to fit in.
He’s a real man – much more than most.
He helps me make head of things
His shoulders are broad, massive and very capable,
When I rest on Him, oh! What a feeling!
His touch is pure bliss;
As the fountains of the brook.
His kiss is pure delight;
Satisfying in every way.
His gaze is true and through;
Piercing into the very depths of me.
When issues of life beckon,
When troubles abound,
When confusion rears up everywhere,
His arms is the place I want to be –
Those arms that can take down an army in a swoop
And overthrow a fortress without breaking a sweat.
Yes, His is where I want to be –
When fuel is sold at N150/liter;
When electric power supply becomes a historical tale;
When worker’s wages are withheld without warning or reason;
When family fails and disappoints –
Yes, His presence is where I want to be.
His my “go-to” guy, he’s my everything!




As a guy who grew up around a lot of females and was raised, primarily, by my mother, I learnt to be in touch with my emotions very early in life. I mean, how could I not, when I had sisters, nieces, female cousins, aunts and neighbors milling all around? For this reason, I HAD to sit through many types of films and – you guessed it – most were Indian. *sigh*

The long hours of dialogue, music and dance were (at the time) interesting and fun to watch but now… Well, you understand. Due to the “influence” of the Indian films I watched then, I had a certain idea of woman or lady I was going to be with – one who was of average height and build (someone “portable” as we like to say), light-skinned in complexion and had silky long flowing hair that I could run my hands through and play with from time to time. Continue reading “CHANGE.”

Work vs Labour.

Work. Such a word that people fear and don’t want to face (at least on this side of the continent). More often also, people mistake labour for work. “But what’s the difference?” you may ask. What I’m describing here is not the dictionary meaning of the terms “work” and “labour”, but rather the ideas that people have come to attach with the words.Many people think they know the meaning of certain words while they hold a different idea of such words, or even live a different way than what they describe to you.

So, for one, work involves planning (which seems like more work, doesn’t it?). Yet, it’s true. When you think of work, it’s something deliberate; a conscious attempt to do something. Labour, on the other hand, can be likened to “mindless work”.

When you work, you are systematically positioning yourself in a field or area of expertise where you can function to the maximum (or close to it as you can get) and be rewarded for it. It involves putting your mind and energy into the endeavour before you to achieve a stated goal.

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Work ensures that you are satisfied with your output at the end of the project, whereas labour doesn’t satisfy – you just get done with it. Labour (in this sense) does not profit. Rather, it just causes stress on the body and affects the health. labour is “bodily work” – where you don’t need to THINK – you just “do-as-you’re-told”.

I’d prefer to work rather than labour, wouldn’t you?