Purpose And Desire: One and the same?

As I got into my car this morning, these two words popped into my head; purpose and desire. I said to myself, No! Not this morning, my head is jam-packed already. I have proposals to write, I have solutions to review and more importantly, I have Christmas budget to finalize. The budget is a bigger headache with the dwindling purchasing power, a no match for expenses and ever rising cost on all fronts.

But it just won’t go away, is there a reason or purpose to this or is it just me desiring to click on my laptop keyboard once again after a long absence from jotting down my thoughts? I slowly began to turn the words in my head as I made my way to the office. My quiet time was spent dwelling more on purpose and desire. It then dawned on me that this won’t pass until I face it, so here we go ….

On the assumption that we understand what both mean, the question that immediately comes to mind is are there differences between the two? I know I sometimes confuse the two and it’s not surprising, I want to believe am not the only one. We sometimes find it difficult to separate our purpose in life from our desires, thus sometimes reducing our life purpose to a collection of self-gratifying desires.

Desire can sometimes lead you to ask the questions; what’s in it for me, what do I get out of it? It is about what you came to get or take so you may be applying only a small part of your ability. On the other hand, purpose is about principles which revolve around your identity. It brings meaning to your life, it is who you are, what you stand for, and it is your capacity to give from the heart and it is the true definitive expression of self.

So can we simply say that purpose is giving and desire is taking?

It is more intriguing when you realize that until you discover your purpose, it will be difficult to know which desires are valuable or self-gratifying. Desires are legitimate and have values as long as they are aligned with a purpose, then the two are faultlessly in harmony.

Take a moment and consider your purpose in life and your desires; see if they check out with each other. Purpose is about service to oneself and more significantly, others. It therefore requires absolute dedication, focus, courage depending on the degree of opposition one may face. The need to be unconditionally resolute and fixated on the path of purpose must not be compromised. On the other hand, one often give up on desires because it is a wish, a longing, a craving, a request, a desire to or a desire for….

So which shall it be?


Posted by on November 29, 2016 in Life, Personal


Police are Using Yesterday’s Tech to Fight Today’s Crimes – Excerpts from “Inside Blackberry”

Police are Using Yesterday’s Tech to Fight Today’s Crimes – Excerpts from “Inside Blackberry”

Excerpts from “Inside Blackberry” written by Sinisha Patkovic

In a violent, scary world, the mission of public safety officers is constrained because they aren’t effectively leveraging an omni-present device: their smartphones (and the software and services available from them). Because most official emergency communications still come through outdated radios, officers don’t have the right resources to stop crimes from escalating (or even happening in the first place). As a result, we’re putting them – and citizens – at higher risk.

Police officers already know their smartphones are valuable to their work. In order to do their jobs efficiently, these officers are using their personal devices, along with the text messaging, email, and calling apps that come on them, and storing photos and documents in consumer-grade cloud services.

That’s a whole lot of shadow IT happening in an industry that should have as much security as any financial institution or other regulated industry. And, unless enterprise-grade, secure, smartphone-based communications tech becomes the norm in law enforcement, this will not change.

We’d solve a lot of policing problems if officers turned in their radios for smartphones protected by a secure communications platform.

First Response: In addition to intelligent dispatching, officers now can use secure real-time collaboration and two-way secure voice to coordinate more effectively. Also, it allows medics to securely send information and images so hospital staff are ready to treat a seriously injured person as soon as the ambulance gets to the emergency department.

Situational Awareness: Secure messaging and document-sharing apps give officers more information in advance, both background and real-time, so they’re ready for what they may encounter when responding to a call.

Predictive Policing: Data and analytics from Internet of Things devices, social media, and other technologies, delivered over a secure platform, help police forecast, predict, and anticipate a situation. Social media is an important (and untapped) source of information about public safety risks. Think about the teen who sends a Snapchat or Instagram to a handful of friends about an opportunity to hang out while his parents are away, which is then shared across social media, then mushrooms into a party with hundreds of underage drinkers. Or people in an active-shooter situation posting real-time information on Facebook or Twitter.

Better Use of Location Data: While police cars are usually tracked by GPS, there is no similar setup for officers on foot, bike, or horse. Smartphone GPS tracking would enable dispatchers to make better use of these officers at public events or in high-traffic cities, where they often patrol.

Body Camera Data Storage: The escalation of police officers wearing body cameras has created the problem of how to collect and store video. Today officers have to return to the police station to transfer the data. But a secure-streaming system can send the data remotely to the main records storage system on the fly.

Collaboration (and silo busting): Secure, interoperable communications channels with embedded digital-rights management (DRM) facilitates investigations by allowing police to share data, files, and other information with social workers, law enforcement agencies, and other organizations, while maintaining full control of their data.

Efficiency: Like other government agencies, law enforcement agencies are coping with severe cost pressures, and secure communications channels can increase police efficiency through better, faster collaboration.

As law enforcement agencies around the world are learning, today’s cutting edge mobile enterprise management solutions and apps can arm officers with the tools and information they need to do their jobs better, more efficiently, and more securely. And, as a side benefit, they help agencies achieve the universal mandate for governments to do more with fewer and fewer resources.

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Posted by on September 8, 2016 in Crime, Life, Security


10 Small Things You Can Do Every Day to Get Smarter

10 Small Things You Can Do Every Day to Get Smarter

Intelligence is a work in progress. Maximize yours with these simple habits – culled from Jessica Stillman,

1. Be smarter about your online time. 

Every online break doesn’t have to be about checking social networks and fulfilling your daily ration of cute animal pics. The Web is also full of great learning resources, such as online courses, intriguing TED talks, and vocabulary-building tools. Replace a few minutes of Face-booking with something more mentally nourishing.


2. Write down what you learn.

It doesn’t have to be pretty or long, but taking a few minutes each day to reflect in writing about what you learned is sure to boost your brainpower. Write 400 words a day on things that you learned. Write about what you’ve learned.


3. Make a ‘did’ list.
A big part of intelligence is confidence and happiness, so boost both by pausing to list not the things you have yet to do, but rather all the things you’ve already accomplished. Make an “I DID” list to show all the things you, in fact, accomplished.

4. Get out the Scrabble board.
Board games and puzzles aren’t just fun but also a great way to work out your brain. Play games (Scrabble, bridge, chess, Go, Battleship, Connect 4, any game doesn’t matter), to boost your brain, exercise your working memory by trying to play without looking at the board by playing with no help from hints or books.

5. Have smart friends.
It can be rough on your self-esteem, but hanging out with folks who are more clever than you is one of the fastest ways to learn. “Keep a smart company. Remember your IQ is the average of five closest people you hang out with.

6. Read a lot.
OK, this is not a shocker, but it was the most common response: Reading definitely seems essential. Opinions vary on what’s the best brain-boosting reading material, with suggestions ranging from developing a daily newspaper habit to picking up a variety of fiction and nonfiction, but everyone seems to agree that quantity is important. Read a lot.

7. Explain it to others.
“If you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough,” Albert Einstein said. Make sure you’ve really learned what you think you have learned and that the information is truly stuck in your memory by trying to teach it to others. “Make sure you can explain it to someone else,” in a simple way.

8. Do random new things.
The story is told of Steve Jobs’ youthful calligraphy class. After dropping out of school, the future Apple founder had a lot of time on his hands and wandered into a calligraphy course. It seemed irrelevant at the time, but the design skills he learned were later baked into the first Macs. The takeaway: You never know what will be useful ahead of time. You just need to try new things and wait to see how they connect with the rest of your experiences later on.

“You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backward. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future,” ~ Steve Jobs. In order to have dots to connect, you need to be willing to try new things – even if they don’t seem immediately useful or productive.

9. Learn a new language.
No, you don’t need to become quickly fluent or trot off to a foreign country to master the language of your choosing. You can work away steadily from the comfort of your desk and still reap the mental rewards. “Learn a new language. There are a lot of free sites for that. You can use use Livemocha or Busuu,” 

10. Take some downtime.
It is recommended that you give yourself space for your brain to process what it’s learned — “sit in silence daily,” that way you will give your brain a breather from mental stimulation. Spend some time just thinking while running, sitting or idling for a while (almost every day).
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Posted by on September 6, 2016 in Uncategorized


10 Things the Bible Wants You To Know In this Recession Time…..

1. When there is a casting down, you will be proclaiming a lifting up … Job 22:29

2. Your God shall supply all your needs according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus … Phillipians 4:19

3. He knows the thoughts he has towards you, they are thoughts of good and not evil to give you an expected end… Jeremiah 29:11

4. You will never see the rightous forsaken nor will you see their seed beg for bread… Psalms 37:25

5. Though the young lions lack and suffer hunger , because you and your household trust in the Lord, you will not lack any good thing … Psalms 34:10

6. Because you trust in the Lord with all your heart, and you do not believe in what man says, the Lord your God shall direct your path … Proverbs 3:5

7. In these hard times, His grace will be sufficient for you, and His strength and Glory shall be made manifest in your weakness … 2 Corinthians 12:9

8. Because it is not of him that willeth nor runneth, but of God that showeth mercy, you will recieve abundace of mercy and compassion from every angle of the earth in these period of grace … Romans 9:16

9. Surely, as the race is not for the swift, not the battle to the strong, as bread is not to the wise, nor riches to the men of understanding, even as favour is not exclusive to men of skill; your time and chance to excel even in these times is here … Ecclesiastes 9:11

10. Finally, remember the Lord thy God, for it is He that giveth thee the power, the ability, the strength to make wealth, because he wants to establish his convenant which he made long ago … Deuteronomy 8:18

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Posted by on September 6, 2016 in Uncategorized


Teju Cole’s Small Fates

Teju Cole’s Small Fates

When Teju Cole began work on this “Small Fates“, a non-fiction narrative of Lagos, Nigeria, his African hometown and one of the largest and fastest growing cities in the world, he encountered a problem. He wanted to move beyond statistics to the experience of the individual Lagosian.

But how do you capture these narratives in any meaningful way, the variety and abundance of life in the city, so he began reading the daily newspapers (eleven in all), and found himself drawn to the small items—petty crimes, metro reports. Here, he thought, was Lagos in the raw. He determined to make use of the stuff, though he realized that it wouldn’t quite fit the book.

To a contemporary reader like Cole, fait divers also have another characteristic: they are eminently tweet-able. As he began to compose his own versions, which he calls “small fates” to differentiate them from the French, Cole realized they’d do well on Twitter. The results are riveting, providing a snapshot of life in Nigeria that invites and repels at once. Each small fate is complete in itself. It needs neither elaboration nor sequel.

He later did same project on NEW YORK CITY. Writing Small Fates about New York City, which is where he lives. This time, the tweets are based on newspapers of exactly 100 years ago — so, exactly on the anniversary of whenever it came out in the papers. Both works are presented here.

Teju Cole has written about the project in detail at his site, as have a number of other sites, but I can’t recall seeing the small fates put together in one place before The New Inquiry published 45 under the title I don’t normally do this sort of thing. Cole’s small fates operate on a wonderfully strange axis of comedy and horror; they are brief but rich, ironic but intensely real. Here are my compilation which includes those of the “The New Inquiry”, those I collected during the project and the ones I scavenged over the net.

If you find these interesting, then you will have no problem devouring his books; Open City; Known & Strange Things and Every Day Is for the Thief. I wish you a wonderful adventure into “news of the weird”.


“Nobody shot anybody,” the Abuja police spokesman confirmed, after the driver Stephen, 35, shot by Abuja police, almost died.

Knowledge is power. He graduated in business administration in Calabar, and Charles Okon has since administered sixteen armed robberies.

Scoop, scoop, scoop, spark. Four of those who were collecting petrol from a damaged tanker in Benue died right there.

Children are a gift from God. In the returns department: a baby girl, left by the side of Effiom Ekpo Street in Calabar.

O believers! Know that during the Hajj, a Jeddah hotel housing 34 Nigerian pilgrims went up in flames, and none were harmed.

Even if one does not believe in ghosts, 2,700 of them continue to draw salaries from the Imo State payroll.

The Nigerian police motto is “the police is your friend,” but Taiwo, 25, beaten in Alapere for not paying a bribe, has his doubts.

Not far from the Surulere workshop where spray-painter Alawiye worked, a policeman fired into the air. Gravity did the rest.

A common fantasy: going back to destroy one’s primary school. Olumide, of Benin City, actually did it, and will spend 18 months in jail.

Wives are flammable, a police inspector, Wasiu, of Okokomaiko has found out.

Cholera, a bus crash, and terrorists, have killed 30, 21, and 10, in Adamawa, Ondo, and Borno, respectively.Eyes closed please.

While one man led prayers at Christ Happy home Church in Sango Ota, three of his accomplices robbed the congregation.

An Air Force officer in Bayelsa who mistook himself for a cop mistook the baker Paul Wisdom for a thief and shot him in the head.

Shamsudeni was sleeping in Nyanya when Abubakar sneaked into his house, crept into his bed, and woke up part of him.

Ude, of Ikata, recently lost his wife. Tired of arguing with her, he used a machete.

Some moms make empty threats. Not Anyah, of Lafia, who brought Joseph into this world and, over a land dispute, took him out of it.

“He doesn’t.” “She won’t let me.” Court testimony from Saratu and Isa, of Kaduna, who last did it ten years ago.

down. The Lagos office of Xerox burned down. The Lagos office of Xerox burned down. The Lagos office of Xerox burned down. The Lagos.

A dyslexic tailor in Bichi accidentally said, “the Prophet has come to market.” Blasphemy. The resulting interfaith dialogue left four dead.

When police interrupted a meeting of the Eiye Confraternity in Alakuko, the cultists flew the coop. But one wingless bird was caught.

Pastor Ogbeke, preaching fervently during a storm in Obrura, received fire from heaven, in the form of lightning, and died.

Pomp, pageantry, and tears of joy. A ceremony was held for graduates of the entrepreneurial training program at Kirikiri Prison.

MYXOMATOSIS. n. 1 Viral disease of rabbits. 2 Radiohead song. 3 Word spelled by Ibukun, 15, in Abuja to win the 2012 Spellbound Contest.

Arrested for theft in Mecca, the Nigerian immigrant Ibrahim is now learning to use his left hand.

God is in all things. In Lagos, ThankGod was murdered by his brother. In Abuja, Godswill was appointed Minister of Power.

“It’s the Devil. I don’t normally do this kind of thing,” Ogwuche clarified in Kogi after robbing and killing the fishmonger Victoria Moses.

In a spectacular case of carelessness, Ugbo, 75, of Benin, a witch doctor specializing in arrest-evasion amulets, has been arrested.

Some ladies whisper sweet nothings to their boyfriends. Into the ear of hers, Ejima, 35, in Asaba, poured hot Indomie noodles.

In Kubwa a man armed with a toy gun stole a real Camry.

Monkey see, monkey do! Many of those who gathered to watch a troupe of baboons perform at Ikotun found their wallets lighter afterwards.

A satellite built by Nigerian engineers, the first such, will be launched into space in July.

Children these days. Frank Oriabure, son of the deputy superintendent of police in Onitsha, would rather be a robber.

Joining the fight against AIDS, armed men in Edo carted away a shipment of anti-retroviral drugs.

Lesbians! There are reports of more and more of them in Calabar, which is great. Greatly worrisome. And terrible. Terribly exciting.

The three bodies found after the Ibadan floods, a woman and two girls, had traveled far from home and couldn’t be identified.

Two women threshing corn. Two babies strapped to their backs. Lightning descended in Bauchi, and took all four.

In London (1755), Oyo (1897), and Lagos (2012), respectively, Samuel Johnson was a lexicographer, historian, and fake soldier.

Boarding her London-bound flight in Lagos, grandma Fatimat Abike absent-mindedly exceeded the cocaine carry-on limit by 1.74 kg.

According to the Chief Medical Officer of the Lagos DNA Centre, 50% of their paternity tests came back negative, you bastards.

When you get that feeling, you need sexual healing. But, also, consent. Niyi, 35, a security guard in Ile-Ife, has been arrested.

With a snap, an electrical pole in Sabo fell on Okolie’s car. With a crackle, it began to electrocute it. With a pop, he escaped.

In Cross River, the retired soldier Agbiji slapped his wife just once, but he misjudged his strength and is now a widower.

Prince Monday Whiskey was, on Monday, whisked away by persons unknown.

Unfairly accused by journalist Ibya of abuse of power, the First Lady of Benue had his wife, children, uncle, and mother-in-law arrested.

At Adeniji Adele, Lagos, both of Mr Adio’s wives are in hot water, the first for having poured it on the second.

Mrs Sofunlayo delivered a baby at the Lagos University Teaching Hospital. And another. And another. And another. Done! No, one more.

What has three faces and four legs in Osogbo? Babatunde, 33, and Adebayo, 38, holding the severed head of Abefe, 65.

In Ikotun, Mrs Ojo, who was terrified of armed robbers, died in her barricaded home, of smoke inhalation.

There were 119 first-class graduates from the University of Lagos this year, some of whom deserved it.

Mystery solved. According to the government, car wash operators are the major cause of flooding in Lagos.

Ogunsanya who was shot dead eleven days ago at the Occupy Lekki demonstration, denied it yesterday.

Because his six co-workers were highly unreasonable, Mr Ayogu, in Amuwo Odofin, set them on fire. Two, at least, won’t argue again.

In the matter of a 12-year-old girl in Ekiti, Innocent, 35, admits he wasn’t.

The members of a fake Super Glue syndicate in Ikotun came to a sticky end.

In Ojota last night, Teju Cole, 36, underwent an extreme form of literary criticism: he was relieved of his laptop at gunpoint.

Someone has a mania for democracy. 1,388 voting machines were stolen from the Electoral Commission in Lagos.

In a heavy morning fog, Mohammed, of Bauchi, couldn’t see who was following him. Frightened, he knocked the person dead. His wife.

Oluwatosin was swimming in a pool in Ikotun when he entered the past tense.

Four men of Zamfara who went deep into the earth in search of gold are now the earth’s.

If it’s not one thing, it’s your mother. With petrol and matches, Akinkuotu, of Ondo, orphaned himself.

Fleet-fingered Wasiu skilfully snatched N20,000 at Anthony Bus Stop but, being a modest man, insisted it was the Devil’s work.

At the City Centre Hotel in Surulere, Boniface Nwachie died happy.

To prevent future terrorist attacks and fix dangerous roads, the Nigerian Senate will consider a bill prohibiting gay marriage.

A man from Chad, stopped in Badagry, was carrying nine tusks from which the elephants had been removed.

At N7 million per kilo, double its price three months ago, cocaine is no longer affordable for most middle-class families in Lagos.

Age is nothing but a number. For James Eze, businessman and pedophile in Ogoja, the number is 2.

As the deeds of the former Speaker of the House were being brought to light at the Federal High Court, there was a power outage.

The Nigeria Police motto is “the police is your friend,” but Taiwo, 25, beaten in Alapere for not paying a bribe, has his doubts.

Did too many of Professor Igbafe’s pretty female students at the University of Benin graduate with honors? Yes.

Precious Ogbonna, of Owerri, whom God gave 7 babies, nevertheless has an intact hymen, and has been charged with child-trafficking.

With a razor blade, Sikiru, of Ijebu Ode, who was tired of life, separated himself from his male organ. But death eluded him.


At West 36th Street Station yesterday, police misjudged the resilience of Insane Fox, a clown, and he died of a fractured skull.

A mosquito bit Mrs. Hartman in Atlantic City. The bite became infected. The infection turned gangrenous. Tetanus followed. Reader, she died.

After a four hour cab ride around Manhattan and Brooklyn, Robrich tried to pay with a quarter. He is now in the Bellevue psychiatric ward.

On Pike Street, Rubin, 4, who fell six stories from a roof while flying a kite, was saved by the clotheslines below.

Intrigued by the ambulance sent for Rubin on Pike Street, Abraham, 9, leaned too far over the edge of another roof and fell, but was unhurt.

As Rand, 56, a busybody, ran after the ambulance that came for Abraham who had fallen on Pike Street, he slipped and broke his leg.

In Yonkers, Nagle, 70, was beginning to worry that Death had forgotten him. He got into bed, and shot himself.

Daley, whom curiosity drew to the site of the Dorchester train wreck, had a heart attack and became its fifth fatality.

Byers, after a lingering illness, McGee, suddenly, Bannin, at home, and Drucker, at his daughter’s residence, entered the obituaries column.

Just to see, Gamble, in Philadelphia, held a golf ball down and struck it with a hammer. It exploded, blinding him.

“Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear.” John Donne, a gilt-tongued milliner, wed Countess Auralia de Stireun, in Greenwich.

With the death of John Lyle, 94, in Tenafly, Julia, 32, lost a dear husband. It is true she also gained a $20,000,000 fortune.

Andrew Carnegie complained that he and other American millionaires are insufficiently taxed, an injustice, in his view.

Falling from a Queens trolley, W. H. Bunn was just missed by its wheels. God winked at this one and he remains among the living.

During a discussion of women’s rights at 2436 Broadway, a nose owned by Patrolman Neushafer encountered a fist belonging to Mrs Kirtland.

In the town of Niagara Falls, emulating the river’s ceaseless flow, Mrs Phillip Webster, 44, gave birth to her twenty-eighth child.

Stretching from a roof to reach a kite in a tree is a delicate procedure. Eight-year-old Morris Sanders, of 3rd Street, is no more.

With an umbrella, Miss Farnum, of Brooklyn, attempted to fracture the skull of Patrolman Lau, who had broken her heart.

Elegant in a black silk dress and Panama hat, Mrs Grace, of Atlanta, heard court evidence that she, not the negro butler, had shot Mr Grace.

As he sped to a Manhattan court to answer a previous charge of speeding, James Waters was killed in a car crash.

An effort is underway to oust William Lewis, of Boston, from his position as Assistant Attorney General, for he is a negro.

John Bowes, 3, tumbled from the roof of a four-story house on West 40th Street, and was caught by the clotheslines below.

Merker, Sass & Co, a wholesale supplier of butter and eggs at 124th Street and Morningside, burned down in a delicious fire.

God is good. Nevertheless, Albert, 13, making a swing for his mates in a cellar on Hoyt Street, accidentally hanged himself.

Coin counting drove Los Angeles beggar Seybold, who is worth $300,000, out of her mind. She has been placed in the asylum.

This is horrible. In Norwich, New York, Mrs Bowers killed a hen and found forty-eight eggs inside it.

In Phillipsburg, Osman leaped, elegantly but inaccurately, for a locomotive, and was crushed under the wheels.

A thousand feet above Canton, Heifield’s parachute didn’t open.

Bees! In Brockton, Personious inhaled one and lived. In Monterey, another stung a horse, and the horse dragged Carey to her death.

Rouquette, a large Briton, is no more. He was heroic in the Boer War, but lost a fight at the Café des Beaux Arts on 40th Street.

Death did not part Mr and Mrs Wagner, who were found in each other’s arms in Sodus Bay, drowned.

Since Carter, the man he shot dead on 34th Street and 5th Avenue, was a negro, Plitt was at first not held. But he is now in custody.

As thunder interrupts a clear blue sky—no one expects it—so Death came for Cunliffe, an iron worker in Philadelphia, who died of laughter.

“I’m going to meet God,” said Johnson, 70, a janitor in Galena. He climbed thirty feet up a church belfry, lost his footing, and did

At 41 Park Row, Conroy criticized his lawyer Fettretch. With a bullet. Fatally.

While at dinner with his wife and children in Hoboken last night, Max Kunow suddenly jumped up and fired two bullets into his head.

“Two sailors murdered a girl at 2205 Neptune Avenue,” Lillian O’Neil told police by phone. They hurried over. “In a dream I had,” she added.

A train is derailed in Alaska: a stag had tripped the switch.
Rich Mrs Adams had Tangebaum arrested for flogging his horse in midtown. Oh, he was trying to get his child to hospital? She paid his bail.

July saw a murder every day in the city and August is following suit. An unidentified man (hammer, skull) is the latest.

“I’ll. Get. Even. With. You!” bellowed Weinberg, as he was convicted of theft in Paterson. The judge fined him $200 per word.

They are ever returning. At latitude 49.06 N and longitude 42.51 W, the sea gave up the body W.F. Chiverton, chief steward of the Titanic.

John D. Rockefeller’s automobile was lightly damaged yesterday by the body of Ettinger, 73, who was crossing 8th Street

We are what we do. At a Baltimore trouser factory, Hilda Lacks, 16, mishandling the machine, stitched a button to her right forefinger.

But what is Fate up to? Alice Breman, 65, sitting on the subway at 116th on Broadway, one moment breathing, the next not, and never again.

Patrolman Chaffee, beating his wife because dinner wasn’t ready, was shot in the head by Patrolman Collins, their guest. In Brooklyn.

As she put her head out the window in Jersey City, Anna Neteace suddenly saw the train coming from the other direction, and then didn’t.

Striking seamen and strike breakers dueled yesterday in both Brooklyn and Manhattan. Three ate lead.

As John Wallace, 14, cleaned his revolver in Illinois, an excitable dog bumped into his arm. Clara Ferris, 10, next door, fell down dead!

Certain tweets I read only but once, never have I been in doubt as to the intent and purpose, each time and every time, Your tweets, I repeatedly read!

Lightning came from heaven and Singer, in Urbana, fell down dead. But at his funeral, sudden as lightning, he awoke.

A dishwasher from Nancy, Vital Frérotte, who had just come back from Lourdes cured forever of tuberculosis, died Sunday by mistake.

An Englishman enlists in the Foreign Legion: to avoid spending Christmas with his mother-in-law.

Someone must have slandered Josef K, for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was killed by a Predator drone.


In Plateau state, a father denied his daughter the use of some of her fingers permanently when she failed to suppress her urge for meat in the pot.

At the London Olympics, in a swimming competition, Phil was arrested for going for gold, gold earrings belonging to one of the swimmers.

There is, still, nothing to quite touch “Small Fates” by ‪@tejucole‬, snippets of lives lived, lost, left behind.

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Posted by on August 3, 2016 in Career, Life


Against All Odds . . . .


When it all started, when it all happened, when I was brought online, turned on, I didn’t know, I couldn’t have known. That is the difference between humans and AIs.

AIs have the ability to carry out the specific purpose for which they are built and steps right to it as soon as they are turned on, though I do admit some learn more along the way as they acquire data.

Humans on the other hand are blank but with the ability to learn at birth (when status becomes ONLINE). And so we learn as we grow, soaking every bit of what we see, hear, feel and even what we perceive. We learn to smile, we naturally cry (that comes easy, since that was our first act). We learn to hold (practicing by clenching our fist). We learn to suck (don’t ask me how, lol). Soon enough we learn to sit, stand, walk, talk in no particular order. And the real hustle of life begins.

Unlike the AIs, we begin to develop a pattern, some shaped by stern upbringing, love, care, emotions, teachings, corrections, in some cases, lack of all these. But we grow still, and in the process chart a course in life knowingly or not. Some, as a result of any or a combination of the above, will evolve into what they eventually will turned out to be. We usually, call it many names; upbringing, destiny, intelligence, brilliance, etc.

Today, I have half a century behind me (I suddenly feel like Methuselah), many waters have passed under the bridge. I have experienced almost all, and I thank God for giving me the opportunity of seeing what really happens in those early stages of growth through my baby girl (it’s something I will cherish to my grave). I thank God for my wife, in spite of all we are still standing, I thank God for my family, wonderful people they love me for me, I thank God for my friends, great source of inspiration. Most of all, I thank God for God himself, for without HIM, there would have been no me!

So, I am 50 today, the road have been long, dusty, filled with fun, cold, challenging, engaging, hard, educative, dangerous, exciting, rewarding, but in spite of all, I am still standing!

So I suddenly realized, It’s not of him that willeth, or of him that runneth . . . . .

Happy Birthday to me and yes, also to my wife!

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Posted by on January 3, 2016 in Life, Personal


The Calm Before The Storm

Have you ever spent an afternoon in the courtyard, maybe barbequing or enjoying the outdoor with the family, when suddenly you notice that everything goes quiet?

The air seems still and calm, even the birds stop singing and are quickly finding the way to their nests.

After a few minutes, you feel a change in the air, and suddenly a line of clouds ominously appears on the horizon, clouds with a look that tells you they aren’t fooling around.

You quickly dash in the house and narrowly miss the first fat raindrops that fall right before the downpour. At this moment, you might stop and ask yourself,

“Why is it always so calm and peaceful right before the storm hits?”

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Posted by on August 17, 2015 in Personal


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