Rules For Riding A Mountain Bike On The Streets Of Lagos.
1. Nobody gives two dingles about you. Keep your eyes and ears wide open.
2. Everybody and everything is a threat to your survival; dopey pedestrians, inebriated/high motor bike riders, irascible tricycle drivers (the worst), wankish car drivers, vans, buses, mammoth trucks and three-legged dogs.
3. Ride aggressively and be prepared to confront errant drivers physically, never back down.
4. Where possible carry a short length of metal tubing with which you can inflict harm and defend yourself.
5. When the streets are impassable with cars, pedestrians and other moving hazards become adept at quickly visualizing a virtual path through it all and stick to it. Indecisiveness may result in a nasty and embarrassing asphalt face plant. Be bold. Do not waver.
6. Pray to your God and offer supplication before you ride out. Ask for a safe and uneventful ride. Offer thanks when you return to your abode in one piece.
7. Have exhilarating fun. Inclines are the best. Ride hard so that you can RideHard when it really matters *cough cough*.
Tuesday, 19 July 2016
Wednesday, 13 July 2016
And going further into all this I've got to say that nowadays when Nigerian women aren't married by the "golden age" (whatever that is) it becomes a major problem. The social stigma becomes a burden that fucks with your karma at night and forces you to pretend that all is well while you grit your teeth and bear it. We are Africans. The plural familial system that is our tradition is founded upon a woman bearing children for a man. She might not inhabit the same abode as he. He may even have other women who have also borne children for him. His responsibility was to provide for the mother of his children and his children. This is the way it was. The advent of Christianity has resulted in the "no marriage no life" mantra, yet the West is consistently pushing an anti-family agenda that promotes cohabitation, homosexuality and sexual ambiguity. I'm not saying this lightly and I don't believe my words will resonate with everyone, but moving beyond the "single mother" denigration I would've thought the joy of having children to nurture and share with far out weighs the consideration of "what will people think when they know I have children but I'm not married?" That's not their concern and it shouldn't be yours either.
Here goes......guys when you propose to your intended you don't need to go down on one knee. It isn't African. It's a European bastardization of chivalry gone absurd. Fact is the one knee thing doesn't guarantee he's going to be a "good" husband who won't cheat, neglect his fatherly responsibilities or beat the jingles out of you. You don't need to pretend a few seconds of pseudo-convention because it looks romantic. She'll be more concerned about how well you live up to your responsibilities in the future. The only people you need to genuflect to or prostrate for are your bride's parents. Don't abdicate your position as a leader and provider ab initio by adopting customs that aren't even yours. Nonsense.
First of all, we must be in harmony with ourselves; we must come to accept ourselves. The best way to achieve this is to never compare ourselves with others, because the moment we do, we then judge ourselves inferior or esteem ourselves as superior, resulting in either an inferiority complex or an inflated ego. In both cases the result is a state of disharmony. To avoid this, it is best to begin with the principle that each of us is a unique being and that this uniqueness gives us our worth in Eledumare's view, as well as in the eyes of humanity. Therefore, we should hold to our own standard, comparing ourselves only to ourselves—this being the key to our spiritual evolution.
In times past farmers laid their produce on pathways and highways unattended.
Buyers were expected to pay the appropriate amount of money and place it into a calabash which sat next to the produce. This system worked well. People feared The Creator and placed verisimilitude and honesty above all things.
Mendacity, theft, dishonesty, adultery and wickedness were traits that were despised and avoided at all costs. The Ogboni ruling class of nobility ensured that native custom and law was observed.
With the arrival of the colonial European and his bible things started to change; we were taught that it was okay to sin as Jesus had paid the ultimate sin as propitiation for mankind. Sins could be forgiven. Absolution was available on request. "Go forth and sin no more" became the paradigm of the day. It was acceptable to lie, to steal, to covet and to destroy.
Retribution seemed so far away and in any case forgiveness could always be sought at the point of death.
Our tradition teaches us that the only path is that of truth, dishonesty will reap its own unavoidable rewards.
We Africans have a culture that pre-dates the European, Middle Eastern and Slavic empires, yet we shun our heritage and cling to beliefs that were not developed by our race.
I am a TraditionalistToTheCore. I follow the ways of my fathers, mothers and ancestors. People of Nobility, Wisdom, Philanthropy, Humility, Sagacity and Wealth who lived to venerable old age and who never buried their children.
This pill might be too bitter for some of you to swallow. Kindly unfriend and block me, I assure you that you will not be missed.
Chief Adebayo Oluyomi Adeola Harold-Sodipo
The Baajiki of Egbaland
Buyers were expected to pay the appropriate amount of money and place it into a calabash which sat next to the produce. This system worked well. People feared The Creator and placed verisimilitude and honesty above all things.
Mendacity, theft, dishonesty, adultery and wickedness were traits that were despised and avoided at all costs. The Ogboni ruling class of nobility ensured that native custom and law was observed.
With the arrival of the colonial European and his bible things started to change; we were taught that it was okay to sin as Jesus had paid the ultimate sin as propitiation for mankind. Sins could be forgiven. Absolution was available on request. "Go forth and sin no more" became the paradigm of the day. It was acceptable to lie, to steal, to covet and to destroy.
Retribution seemed so far away and in any case forgiveness could always be sought at the point of death.
Our tradition teaches us that the only path is that of truth, dishonesty will reap its own unavoidable rewards.
We Africans have a culture that pre-dates the European, Middle Eastern and Slavic empires, yet we shun our heritage and cling to beliefs that were not developed by our race.
I am a TraditionalistToTheCore. I follow the ways of my fathers, mothers and ancestors. People of Nobility, Wisdom, Philanthropy, Humility, Sagacity and Wealth who lived to venerable old age and who never buried their children.
This pill might be too bitter for some of you to swallow. Kindly unfriend and block me, I assure you that you will not be missed.
Chief Adebayo Oluyomi Adeola Harold-Sodipo
The Baajiki of Egbaland
The Mystic realizes that at any moment, at any time of day, we can turn our thoughts inward and immediately contact the mind and consciousness of the Divinity. We realize that we do not have to be in a church to pray. We realize that we can talk with God on a hilltop, under a tree, in a canoe, in an automobile, in the cellar of our house, in the garret, or in the corner of our bedroom. The Creator is not reached by turning our thoughts outward to some point in the heavens but by turning our thoughts inward to the temple within where the consciousness of God is always ready to respond and give help.
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