KIZZY UNCENSORED

ARE THERE TRULY HAPPY PEOPLE IN NIGERIA? "Happy people focus on what they have. Unhappy people focus on what is missing. There are no happy persons in Nigeria, I say this with every sense of awareness because I meet people on daily basis and I mirror faces,I am an authority in this field; I've rooms and parlor down the food chain where this struggle holds sway, real and very vivid. You must listen to me! Dammit* We thrive entirely on our avalanche of misery and complaints. Gratitude is alien to us. It is anathema . We cannot stand to be ecstatic. We must hide when we laugh;The enemy must not see the beautiful white colors of our teeth. Oh church of God. ... But how can you be happy when mediocre minds occupy the seat and corridors of power? How can you be happy when pensioners are not being paid;aged men and women denied of their gratuity and entitlements? How can you be happy when the generality of Nigerians can barely afford bags of rice and tomatoes today? Our young g...

THE FACADE CALLED CHANGE IN NIGERIA. Strolled to the nearest bus stop close to my house and stopped  at my favorite corner, took a chair and drank on something soft while facing the world and looking at people's faces. Nigerian people's face. Faces of ambition. Of hope. Of dreams that never woke and finally I noticed a common trait with most of the men walking off and about. They were muttering, talking to themselves. Like mad demented, heavily senile psychopaths. No exaggeration. Every one in four men that passed talked to himself and hissed continuously. Oblivious of their environment. This government must be sugary or "pepperious" Something is not right with these people. Our President must be doing something better. Something distinct, different as suddenly social status and stratification have been merged and abridged. Everyone is roaming in the pits of this times, harsh and perilously sweetened. The pain etched in every eye, sunken chin and pal...

EMPTY PROMISES Today, I discuss empty promises. I grew up in a family that was very business inclined and as such there were no role model to follow as regards education. Apart from my generation, (born in the 90's)° Those before us were artisan, business men and women and all that. Everyone was talking money and bank tellers, you speak too much English, you are easily done away with until it changed gradually and formal education began to hold sway. Education was priority only to an extent, only to show off. If you were opportune to be going to school, then your father got some "cheddah". My father especially felt going to school was expedient only because he did not go. It was a matter of let me prove a point, since I was not there, my children must be there. I respected him for that. It makes perfect sense to me many years after. It was a hell of a ride back then, I recall some dark memories and tears trickle down navigating its way through dry, coars...

HURTFUL TRUTH Most often than not, The grass is greener on the other side because it is fake. abstract. Utopian and non- existent. phantom. A mirage. farce. A tiny,self assuring thought niggling at the back of the mind; Inside the head that there is a better place somewhere not entirely where we are right now.Of course this doesn't put down the place of modest aspiration and goal setting in any man's life which is not what i am talking about in this respect. You ever gotten to a level of  a supposed successful target only to look back on all the pain and suffering /dissipated strength it took to get there and there is no satisfaction. no fulfillment. bland empty feeling. It is so lonely at the top. Sometimes. which depends on what your supposed 'top' is. What is that dream we see even when our eyes aren't shut? These affluent persons wouldn't tell you the part of the story i seek to share on this medium today. You want them to tell you how they can...

This is a man. It is 14 years jail term in my country to crush on a man. The truth behind this post is that I have couple of similar pictures of this man. Dancing, sports,making small cliches and caricature of musicians and crack heads of which he is one anyway. Google up that fact if you doubt me. The point behind this post is that there is none. I love him. i envy his wife. How do you make love to the most powerful man on earth and not tremble? Well, Something is changing inside me. I have fallen in love with this man. His dance steps. I guess he was about to do the Shoki dance move before this clip was taken. At what point is a man considered Homo? Answer me. I am searching for more of his pictures by the way especially the one taken with Michelle in the confines of his bedroom. Don't tell me i am not normal. That is stale. There is something about strong men. It would be nice to leave earth as a strong man, Don't you think so?

 A MAN'S AMBITION. The fear of failure stays predominant in the mind of a certain Igbo man. I'm thinking aloud this very morning because something inside me is yearning for attention.The emphasis we place on wanting friends. The good ones, the cantankerous type, the belligerent ones, inciting you to violence... on this platform I have everybody. But there is yet a lacuna, not even the influx of human can fill. The need to be different, distinct, great. The reverence the "common-man" give to the bourgeoisie. It is wanting to find yourself but getting lost to the conscious paradigms of life: the third-degree pathway. It is wanting to be alone but not wanting to be lonely... It is caring about everything but caring about nothing actually... It is feeling everything deeply but being paralyzing numb to the bullshit sold on the Lagos streets each day. It is the fear of failure. I am afraid to go down without a fight. Now, do I have...