The Falconer

She meets a bearded demon clothed in Agbada,
He tells her tales of his Ancestors,
Who could reduce an ocean to ashes,
by breathing fire.


He mixes up promises and lies
In a chalice of affection
And shoves it down her throat.
Although acrid, she falls for the saccharine flavor.


Then he parts her red sea with his staff of truth.
He breaks her heart, gorges it out,
And sacrifices it at the Osun shrine.
She then gets tossed into the evil forest.


But she finds her way out.
She comes out stronger,
Defiantly grows another heart,
And ready to love again.


She is gutsy,
She is brave,
She is the epitome of strength and hope
She is a falconer— in the making.

Camelot’s Coronation Chimes

And when it’s all said and done,
In the future, Sarathur Kindragon will turn
to the people of Camelot.
He will ask to be crowned king.
He will hire vuvuzelas,
with drums and flutes carved out of the gaunt bones of the common man.

They will eulogize his greatness.
With measured Cadence,
They will sing his encomiums
The ovations and adulation will be loud,
Pretentious, and patronizing altogether.

Even the Ahithophels?
The ones with Summa cum laude?
For few pieces of Silver and 140 characters,
They will work as town criers,
Chanting propaganda at the market square.

The sanctimonious and the pseudo puritans?
The will hold Vespers in his honor.

And we, who stare history in the face and call her a liar.
We, who see death and call it life.
We, who tag Absalom the unsullied one;
Who even swear David’s lush-haired son is Moses.
We, who become mute as mules in the face of tyranny,
until things fall apart.

Would we ignore this blatant Travesty?
Would we ignore this well staged charade?
Would we take off our shoes and dance?
I am no soothsayer.


We are dying a ‘cultural death”

I am not an Economist and I do not intend to sound like one, but I have always believed that culture plays a very important role as far as economics is concerned.
Discussions and deliberations about economics should not be left to only the Economists, it is expedient for even the common man to be a part of it. The reason I decided to write this isn’t far-fetched, it is the same reason I wrote the ones I have on my blog, the ones on my social media accounts, and the ones on my iPad; that will never experience the beauty of the internet (because they are too dark or the internet is simply too beautiful for them)—the urge to share my thoughts. The things that keep me awake at night.
As Thomas Sowell mentioned in his brilliant book Wealth, Poverty and Politics; Geography, Demography, Social conditions, Politics and Culture all play important roles in shaping the economy of a nation. These are factors that are conveniently swept aside when discussing policies and Economy; especially in Nigeria. Why is it that when we try out proven policies, they still fail in Nigeria? We keep running around in circles, trying this and that and nothing seems to work, yet when Nigerians travel abroad, they soar, why? This proves that the best policy could be counterproductive in a place or nation if the aforementioned factors are not carefully considered. This is why context is important.
In 2013, virtually 25% of the 120 blacks in Harvard business schools were Nigerians. As early as 1999, Nigerians were overrepresented among black students in elite American colleges and universities by a factor of about ten. Nearly one fourth of Nigerian households in the USA have incomes of more than $100000 [Source: Wealth Poverty and Politics]. Someone should have shown Mr. President these stats before he decided to slander us on an international stage.
This tells us that our political structures or the lack of it, coupled with culture are the major factors that keep us from reaching our potential as a people and a nation. Culture especially is the banana peel on our road to prosperity. I am by no means blanketing our culture as a whole and shaming it, but there are some aspects of our collective culture that need to be brushed aside if we really want to fulfil the potential we’ve been talking about since 1914.
A nation that creates social obstacles to the use of the talents and potentials of its own people, whether those obstacles be ethnicity, sex, or what have you is not going to fulfil its potentials.
Are we saying that, if a time comes in the future and the best person we have for the presidential job is an Igbo man or a Nigerian woman, we would reject him or her? Chew on this, Barack Obama is a Luo man from Kenya and the chances of a Luo man being the president of Kenya are as good as having a female or Igbo president in Nigeria.
Just read this article about one of our leaders (here) as he gingerly opposes a bill that speaks on “Equal Rights and Opportunities for Men and Women”. The problem is we don’t want to learn; we don’t want to evolve. We are too quick to oppose certain motions by tagging them “western culture” when it should be basic human rights. On women’s day, our senators were busy discussing how they should take more wives. They turned plenary to an upgraded beer parlor. Why do we keep thinking in this manner? The bigger problem here is that education cannot even save us from this. I have observed that the thickest form of misogyny and bigotry is found among the learned in Nigeria.
What I see is that, our culture dilutes our level of education thereby making it next to useless. See my article on Cultural ethics and education. Our leaders send their children to schools abroad but are now trying to discourage others from schooling abroad. Imagine my amusement when the president said at his Al Jazeera interview that “those who can afford the tuition can still afford it”. That statement means CBN will not allocate forex for education again. We really want to joke with that? We really want to reduce the numbers of students who school abroad even though we know the abysmal state of our tertiary institutions? Our nation has nothing to attract the best brains in the world, so how exactly do we intend to burgeon economically? Governor Ambode, the other day was begging the Nigerians abroad to come back home and make a difference in Nigeria. Our leaders know better, it’s the reason most of them send their kids abroad anyway.
Nations that are not immigrants attractive understand why they have to send their best brains to the U.S. Or UK for education. Take China for example, the Chinese are not ready to change their ways (politically or culturally), there is language barrier so it’s the last place any immigrant wants to go to school. They send their best brains outside for upgrading the nous of their science and technology, economics and so on so as to return with new ideas that can be applied in their own context.
One of the reasons why America is great is because of its ability to attract the best brains in the world. The arrivals of Jews from Europe to America helped in the creation of the first nuclear bomb on which America’s international position as a superpower rested.
Between 1638 to 1868, the government of Japan cut the country from outside the world, emigration from Japan was forbidden and those abroad were forbidden to return and that was the beginning of the end for Japan. They started to diminish drastically until they lifted those ridiculous policies. China did the same sometime in the 18th century and they paid a heavy price. There was a vast increase in the technological gap between them and Europe.
Most of the countries that rose from obscurity to prosperity e.g. Singapore, South Korea in the 20th century, Japan in the 19th century didn’t do so by saying no to foreign investors or by putting policies that are not attractive to foreign investors. Nigeria is doing the exact opposite. Springing up policies that are not attractive to foreign investors, making statements like “Nigeria for Nigeria”, “dollar is not our business”.
Culture isolation keeps us from keeping up with the advances of others. Cultural evolution is by no means a change that can happen overnight but when we have the chance to do so, we must embrace it. Again, I read the equality bill, and this could have at least breached the gap between men and women in the Nigerian society but our leaders shunned the bill with petty excuses.
A lot of honest and blunt Nigerians would agree that corruption is a culture in Nigeria, it is our way of life. Here is an excerpt about Nigeria from “Thieves of States” by Sarah Chayes “if there is a project, every minister checks the money on the project first and not its usefulness. If it is 10 million, the director tells them to make it 12 million and the permanent secretary further tells them to inflate to 25 million. Then they award the contract to themselves”. We must talk about these things and face them head on before we fade into obscurity.
And our amnesic tendencies, where we totally ignore history as though it never happened, Pitiable!
I was on twitter the other day and I came across a tweet. “If you are a billionaire, why then do you have to join politics?”. This exactly is the mentality most of us grew up with, that public office is supposed to be another means for amassing wealth, rather than, at best, an addendum to the desire to serve our nation. While this is not a negative thought, it must not be what drives our political ambition.
Thomas Sowell puts this brilliantly “Third world countries are not being asked to create their own societies, after some calamity, they are being asked to create a western economy without the centuries of a particular cultural evolution that led up to those economies in the west”
We want to flourish like the west but we don’t want to go through the processes. It’s a bitter pill to swallow but culture is another Jonah in the boat that needs to be tossed into the river if Nigeria wants to fulfill its potentials.

Credit to Thomas Sowell (Wealth, Poverty and Politics)


Are you even a Moses?

What good are you

If you abandon your scepter of probity?

With what will you swallow the corrupt

Snakes that feast on our yams?

How do you intend to part the Red Sea? ehn!!?


What good are you  

If water dries up

From the rocks of our economy

And you cannot bring forth prosperity?


What good are you

If you surround yourself with “lots” and Judases 

Who rape our future 

on the altar of politics,

sell integrity for few pieces of Silver;

and give up decorum for brown envelops? 


What good are you

If you keep going back to Egypt

With the swiftness of Hermes

to calumniate us

Instead of singing our encomium?


How will we get to the Promised Land 

If you keep going back to Egypt, 

Bowing down to every Pharaoh? 


Are you even a Moses? 

Or an Ajala masquerading as a Moses?



Ajala was a Nigerian globe-trotter, and freelance journalist who visited nearly hundred countries within 6 years.


Goodbye Winter

The sky is happy,
Don’t ask me why.
She’s shedding white tears;
Tears of joy.

The sky is dramatic like that,
She’s having a party.
The trees are naked,
And placated with white Gѐlѐ;
Made out of sky’s tears.

The roads. The mountains. The Buildings
All laced with white aso-ebí.
It’s that time of the year.

The birds are morose.
They are flying south-in groups;
And gossiping-This hegemon is mean.
Perhaps they will survive this time,
Maybe they won’t.

The night is angry,
She has to stay longer than usual;
Dawn refuses to show up.

The mushrooms are getting lighter.
The Bears are in hibernation.
The Toads are getting laid.

I am with Omolewa;
Seeking warmth.
We are rubbing against each other. Tribology
Maybe we will come out with a scratch,
Or a tear but who cares?
It’s better than death.

The party is almost over,
Spring is coming.
We are still alive.
We are survivals.

Omolewa will soon leave,
Our fleeting amalgamation is almost over.
We survived-this is the crux.


Unrequited Love

I showed you what love looks like,

But you took advantage of my crystalline form;

I became helpless as it briskly morphed into something amorphous.

You made me feel good, and then bad;

Sometimes lucid, clear in attitude as fine crystal,

Other times you seemed possessed by impalpability.

How wrong I was in thinking you understood me;

You welcomed me into your arms,

And then pushed me away just as fast.

Tasting sweet and sour,

Blowing hot and cold,

I was lost in the morass of your nebulousness.

Pain mixed with bliss,

A familiar type of feeling,

The beginning of a storm.

Even amidst the tempest,

I clung on to the lifeboat of hope, without a compass,

Hoping to find your welcoming harbor.

It felt like a wilderness,

But my belief held strong,

That I’d find my way to your Canaan.

To you, I was a nuisance

To me, you were a prison I could not escape from

I wanted to walk away, but it wasn’t that simple

I desperately wanted out of this prison,

Only if you released me.

And then it happened;

Reality dawned,

I woke up from these dreams.

I realized they had been hijacked by reality.

The gates only existed in my emotions.

The gates were open all along.

You’ve always been an effigy.

After eulogizing your absence at the funeral of love,

Singing epicedium,

Chanting dirges at her burial,

And etching an epitaph on her grave,

I have decided to walk away;………in peace!!!!!


A Review: The Other Barack by Sally Jacobs

Kudos to the gutsy Sally Jacobs for her incredible biographical research on Barack Obama Snr. The book titled “The other Barack” is about the life of the father of the POTUS (Barack Obama Snr.). After I read “Dreams of a Father” written by POTUS himself, I knew that was just a sneak peek and a beast of curiosity awakened inside me, and the only thing that could put the beast back to slumber was to lay my hands on this book. The book was engaging, prepossessing and unputdownable.

Obama Snr. was brilliant, reckless, impatient, and jocular. He was many things, one cannot run out of adjectives trying to describe the man. He was vociferous, facile, and eccentric. In some chapters, his decorum was admirable, in others, I was chagrined for him.

In chapter 2, the first paragraph says “The tribal prophet Kimnyole arap Turukat foretold it’s coming long before the white man knew of it. It would rear from the vast lake to the east, a lethal iron snake belching smoke and fire and uncoil across tribal lands before at last quenching its thirst in the waters of the west. The beast would bear with it a kind of foreigner never seen before, a stranger who would one day rule the land”.

Sally had me there, I was thrilled reading that paragraph, I thought there had been a prophecy about the coming of POTUS, only for the second paragraph to imply something completely different—the Uganda railway built by the British colonies. I was so upset and disappointed but I garnered strength and character and managed to carry on with the book.

The Luos and the Kikuyus are amongst the major tribes in Kenya; Barack belonged to the former and Jomo Kenyatta who was the first Kenyan President belonged to the latter. After getting help from an American woman called Miss Mooney, Barack got an admission to the University of Hawaii in the United States. It was an amazing feat, as he was the first of his clan to go to college and also the first African to attend Hawaii University. He met Obama Jnr’s mother at the University of Hawaii and he later graduated with a B.A in Economics. They got married after he graduated; beating the odds by defying the popular racial barrier. He was black and she was white.


He proceeded to Harvard for PhD Economics. His dream of getting a PhD in economics came to an abrupt end when the Oyinbos got tired of his womanizing attitude and misdemeanor and sent him back to Kenya even though he had completed all his coursework, but he was yet to defend his thesis.

His love for women was unparalleled as he betrayed a lot of them in his wake. He left no skirt unopened, as long as the skirt waved past him. His oratory prowess was enough to bewitch any woman. Just 3 months after he left the United States, his girlfriend in Boston bought a one way ticket to Kenya to visit Obama Snr., and of course, she did not return.

He was a living ghost to most of his children, he was consumed by his own ambitions and patriotism that he had little or no time for his children.

He got back to Kenya with big expectations for his country that had just gained independence and he certainly wanted to take part in the government, but he never got satisfied with any position he got and he seemed disappointed with the Kenyatta led government. He found solace in alcohol and started drinking heavily. His drinking habit got worse when his longtime mentor, Tom Mboya got assassinated right in front of him. He lost his job the same year due to his lack of discipline and recklessness.

He was an iconoclast, and he spared no word against the Kenyatta led government in the wake of Kenyan independence. He was fearless, and he gingerly challenged the corruption and nepotism openly practiced by the Kenyan government with his voice and his pen. He was later blacklisted by the Kenyatta led government and he couldn’t get any job.

The man was a paradox, it was difficult for me to comprehend why a man of his grandeur, well principled with integrity and bag of talents could lack dignity and humility. He was deluded by his precocity of going to Harvard.

I concluded that his life was cut short by his own hubris and his frustration with the churning state of Kenya. If anyone told him, his own seed would end up being the President of the United States of America, maybe he would have done some things differently.

In June 2015, President Obama visited Kenya and met with its present President—Uhuru Kenyatta, who is the son of Jomo Kenyatta. I remembered this event the night I finished reading the book, and I thought to myself-no one knows tomorrow. I felt inspired, challenged, and disappointed. I felt ambivalent. I turned the book around, placed the book in front of me, and stared at it until I slept off.

I also found out that while Obama Snr. was at Harvard, he had lots of Nigerians as friends and classmates. The only familiar name being Chukwuma Azikiwe, the son of the first Nigerian president. I breezed through lots of Nigerian names in the book and I couldn’t help but wonder where these men are or why I’ve never heard of them. Like our people say, they must have been swallowed by the west.


The mermaid I met in Uncle Sam

Just last week,
I went to one of the beaches in Uncle Sam,
And I saw a mermaid just off the shore at sunset,
With an unsparing lithe figure.
I watched from afar as she swirls her hips;
Back and forth…..grandiosely.
Not to a music but to the tranquil rhythm of the ocean current.
I ran up to her,
And I sang her a Paean.
We hugged,
And I carried her and folded her into curvatures of a plane,
And placed her in an aquarium of love.
To protect her from the randomness and storms of life.

The Books I read in 2015

One of my New Year’s resolution at the beginning of the year 2015 was to read 5 books before the end but I ended up reading more than 20 books. I would like to share the list of all the books I read in 2015 with you guys, with the hope of inspiring someone.


  • I was able to read 13 out of 16 books written by James Allen. In retrospect, I think James Allen’s books taught me out to think; they opened up my mind and they were all very inspiring. I couldn’t have read this books without the help of Gbenga Onaderu. Somehow, Gbenga is one of those who inspired me to read more. Here is the list of all 13 books.



As a man thinketh

From poverty to power

All these things added

Out from the heart

Through the gates of good

By ways to blessedness

The life triumphant

Above life’s turmoil

The mastery of destiny

From passion to peace

8 pillars of prosperity 

The way of peace

The heavenly life 



  • Books written by the Father of African literature himself- Chinua Achebe. Generations to come will still thank Achebe for his books. Our children’s children will read his books and thank him for telling our stories. In years to come, these stories will only exist in our minds as our cultures continue to evolve. Here are the ones I’ve read so far.


Things fall apart

There was a country

Man of the people

The trouble with Nigeria

No longer at ease

Arrow of God




  • I read Half of a yellow sun and Americanah written by Adichie Chimamanda and I thoroughly enjoyed them. You can find my brief review (here)


  • Financial Peace by Dave Ramsey. This book was given to me as a graduation gift by a friend. It is a good book for anyone who lives in America.


  • Dreams of a Father by Barack Obama. I despised myself for not having read this one all these years. From the first day i picked it up, i just couldn’t stop.  It piqued my interest in the life the father of POTUS lived and that took me to the next book I read.




  • The other Barack by Sally Jacobs. An extensive research on Barack Snr. Well done to the gutsy sally Jacobs. I would post a brief review soon.


  • No excuses by Brian Tracy. I struggled with this book but I still completed it. Nothing much about the book after all the fuss. It was recommended by 2 of my friends and I thought I had to read it.


  • Ghana must go by Taiye Selasi. I couldn’t finish it, the book was just too subtle for me. I will try again in 2016.


  • Here is the last one, and I’m not done reading it yet. The Grand master’s insight on China, United States and the world by Lee Yuan Kuan. Lee was the first prime minister of Singapore and he ruled them for 31 years. He marshaled Singapore from a third world country to a first world country so trust me, his opinion is gold.


I also read a lot of articles and I read a lot of people on daily basis. Here are some links;

Pa Ikhide,



feyi fawehinmi,


Vincent Ajise,



@Tolu Ogunlesi.


That’s it folks. These books and people have added inestimable values to my life and I certainly paid some prices. The ride was wonky but we go again.



Happy New Year

Oliver Twist

After exploring your subconscious,
I found your struggles, grandeur,
Candor, pain, adversity,
All staring at me with audacity.

The acridity of your anguish,
Filled my anatomy lusciously.
And I wondered and fluttered at the same time,
How can pain be so sweet?

I enjoyed you…..vicariously;
I had questions but you weren’t there to answer,
I guess you were busy;
Dishing out another patch,
Or fragment of your emotions.
Or were you remodeling yourself?

Don’t worry,
When you are done,
I will be back;
For more doses of your paradoxical drugs

I will keep coming back,
Until yesterday becomes today.
You can’t blame me,
I’m a vulture;
Who is always looking for a Carcass.