Saturday, 5 May 2012


     I woke up this morning seething with a nagging headache and fighting hard to free myself from the clutches of my bed. I finally struggled to shrug myself off this “morning sickness” and managed to prod myself to a sitting position, though not without a pillow to support my spinal framework. Still wondering how I got myself into this hangover, thank God, at least, my memory isn’t failing me. I tried to carry out a troubleshooting reflection on what yesterday was like for me.
      Eureka! It dawned on me that I may have finally found the source of all these affliction of the dawn. Quite unusual for me, I ended yesterday on an inconclusive note. Little wonder, the headache just picked things up from where I stopped…Lost in thought…
       My last thought yesterday was a question. A question to my progenitors, a question to a generation of which I am an aftermath, a question to a generation that stood where I stand today-on the threshold of history, a question to a generation that that had the opportunity of making a name for itself as having built the solid foundation for a nation called Nigeria, just shrugging free from the firm grips of the Colonials, but, instead, took the opposite turn and drove this fledging nation-country into the woods of conspiratorial coup d’├ętats and amala politics, giving us the name ‘third-world’.
       I looked at my Father and the generation he stands today representing and a myriad of questions flood my mind with no hope of a placating answer to be found in sight anytime soon. I tried to shuffle through this sea of questions in my mind for this generation and finally, one question seems to swim its way to the surface and I asked; how did we get here?
       How did we metamorphose from a generation where the ‘fish-head’ was a delicacy that could only be relished in secret for the fear of being taunted with the pauper stigma to a generation where the same delicacy is now hallowed as one of our exquisite cuisines?
Did you not tell me tales of a time when you and most of your friends could only have attained this much height in your academic pursuits thanks to the foresight of the founding fathers of our great country who placed so much value on education that they invested the state funds qualitatively in to giving a future to your generation only for that same generation to turn back and make firewood of the same ladder in setting ablaze the future and academic dreams of my generation? How did we move from being a society where values and morals were given the pride of place to this point where we now compete fiercely for the best possible positions on the world corruption table so much so that Transparency International is threatening to sue our country for our exploits in corruption, ‘cos now, sincerely, we deserve something better than a 1st position on this corruption table after so much 'hard work'? OMG! Did you say Nigeria is now ranked sixty-something in the world FIFA ranking? I thought you told me we were once ranked as one of the best ten in the world? That was during our hey days, I guess.
     The question is what exactly has changed in a matter of few years? Should some people not be spending their last days cooling off in gaol now for practically turning this country’s hour glass in a retrogressive and anticlockwise movement, moving us several years behind time? Are these same people not moving around today, priding themselves as our esteemed nationalists, statesmen and ‘most influential’ Nigerians by some warped ratings? What influence! Did it ever occur to you that at some point in history, your son will be stirring you in the face, asking you questions you might not be ready to give an answer to? I’m sure you would have done things differently if you knew. Maybe if you have just raised your voice like I am making a choice to do today, maybe if you had just gone beyond some armchair criticism of your friends in government and made a choice to look them in the face, showing them your displeasure and disapproval of their misdemeanors in the use of the positions they hold and misuse with so much impunity, maybe if you had insisted on ‘fixing culpability’ every time it had to pass through your desk and not renege into your shell in culpable silence hoping that it will get fixed, somehow. Obviously, it never was. Maybe, just maybe…
    Jesus! Now I’m scared. I’m scared for my generation. I am scared we might be heading towards this same direction or even worse if nothing is done to kill this virus at its prime. What scares me the most is the startling fact that this same drama is on the verge of being played out and I seem to be threading the same path. Will I choose to allow myself play unwittingly into the hands of this de-javu? Will I fold my hands also as I watch this mystical history go another round unchallenged, turning my generation into puppets in its cruel game of repetitions?
     ‘Cos I’ve got this feeling that if I don’t get into the rooftops now and scream, if I choose this same path of culpable silence like my fathers did, if I choose to stand aloof and play the ‘passing the bulk’ game like some of my peers now do… With the benefit of hindsight, I’ve got this feeling that one day, just in a matter of few years from now, another generation might be here standing at this same point in history, asking my generation this same question; Daddy, Where were you?
        For the records, I said my piece.
N.B.:Pls, i'll appreciate if you drop a comment...thanks for taking the time out to peep into my world

OLASOJI, Odunayo
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Monday, 18 January 2010


Sometimes, it is very easy to fool people about how we feel. Simply wear a deceptive smile and hum a cheerful song like this song that was said to be quite popular during World War 1 and many years afterward:
What’s the use of worrying?
It never was worthwhile,
So pack up your troubles,
In your old kit-bag
And smile, smile, smile.
Those words, written by British Vaudeville actor George Powell, were set to a cheerful melody by his piano-playing brother, Felix. It earned them $60000 which was pretty big money considering the currency value and economic depression at that time.
Yet, one day years later, Felix sat down at the piano and played their well known “Smile, Smile, Smile” melody, then he went into a room where he was all alone and shot and killed himself.
Today, I wish I can tell everyone I find on the way, like Bobby McFerrin, “Don’t worry, Be happy” but I also know that troubles are not jewelries or rags that could be easily packed away in a “old kit-bag” and magically forgotten. A smile and a song may camouflage deep unhappiness, but they don’t take it away. Check the suicide rates in highly developed countries of the world today and you’ll know that even wealth can’t buy happiness.
Only God can lift the burden of gnawing worry from our hearts. Knowing that He cares for us, we can cast all our anxiety on Him (1 Peter 5:7). Only He offers a soothing balm to a wounded world. If in our difficulties, we trust in the Lord as our strength, He will do even more than give emotional relief, He will enable us to rejoice (Hab. 3:17-19).
A smile can conceal pain and camouflage despair, but trust in God gives inner peace and joy beyond compare (1 Peter 1:8).

OLASOJI, Odunayo
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Friday, 26 June 2009

I never thought of writing a sequel to this article until recently. It’s not a challenge sometimes when you know what to do and you set out to do it. At several times in my life I have had to start up different things (like opening a blog), most of the time from the scratch. It is no difficulty starting up most of the time; the difficulty really is in staying up. As soon as the start up comes, the challenges start coming and the real issues arise.
There’s this concept called “Passing the bulk”. In Nigeria, it is most widely used in the public service. It is a very easy way of passing on the blame for one’s failure on the next available person. Fela Durotoye said “The reasons for failure are called EXCUSES; the reasons for success are called SECRETS”. Failure added to excuses will never be equal to success.
It’s one of the easiest ways out to blame every other person except yourself for your failures. It, however, remains true that the fact that you have an excuse does not excuse you. Men before now have had all the good reasons to get discouraged, but their perseverance distinguished them. Not many people remember men that start, what the world celebrates is a good finish.
Noah was a great example of how perseverance could make heroes out of men of seeming ordinary status. He came into reckoning by accepting an unprecedented challenge. The scope of the project was massive – to build an ark that will accommodate all animals because God as about to destroy the earth. What great labor and detail required!
The enormity of the job began to show as Noah and his little manpower placed one beam of wood on another. To add to the odds, the whole world was watching with eyes filled with mockery and contempt, wondering what it was all about. The pressure to give up was crushingly heavy, but Noah will not bulge. I’m sure there will have been a couple of times he would have taken serious thoughts of parking up the tools and expecting the worst. He had all the reasons, he was working on a project that seemed destined for failure and every right thinking human, except he and his family, didn’t see the rationality of the project.
Men that have positively affected their generation have been men have taken the challenge head on, totally oblivious to the voices of the incredulous. The list is endless; Thomas Edison, Abraham Lincoln, the Wright Brothers, John Kennedy, even Jesus Christ. Most of them were counted successful not because of their good start – most of them didn’t have it, anyway – but because they finished well.
I have come to see that there are no such things as ‘circumstances beyond our control’, often times these circumstances are just circumstances we have let out of control. We watch them till they go out of hand and then blame them for going out of hand.
I hope to see somebody who will take up the challenge today to take on the situation and harness the seeming disadvantages of his life to his own benefit.
In branding, it is said that the hallmark of a brand is not in its size or beauty, but in its consistency. Challenges present to you an opportunity to write your name in gold on the pages history, don’t let go of this opportunity.
You have spent enough time passing the bulk. So shut up and…
OLASOJI, Odunayo
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Monday, 15 June 2009


I'm sure you're shocked at the topic.
These words didn't make much of sense to me until I listened to Mr Deolu Akinyemi last Saturday at a seminar. Though his exact words were 'shut up, listen and follow!!!', it simply occurred to me immediately I heard this words that few things are more dangerous to a person's integrity than having nothing to do, and having plenty of time in which to do it.
John Kenneth Galbraith once said 'Faced with the choice between changing one's mind and proving that there is no need to do so, almost everyone gets busy on the proof.' I have come to discover that one of the easiest ways to avoid taking action is to spend all the time talking
about the action you plan to take. We sit, we talk, we argue, we rationalize we do everything else but act while we allow time to slip slowly away.
Even the bible recognizes the value of time in 1 Corinthians 7:29. The Message translation puts it this way; 'I do want to point out, friends, that time is of the essence. There is no time to waste, so don't complicate your lives unnecessarily.' There is no stronger way of passing on the message.TIME IS SHORT!!!
There is no such thing as stagnancy in life because even when you remain at a point, life moves on. So, whichever way, you are either moving forward or backwards at every point in time. The choice is left to you. You decide your direction, by your actions.
Finally, by the words of Will Rogers, he said 'Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.' So its not enough to be on the way forward, start moving forward on this way or you'll get run over. Don't start blaming every other person for your plight because, really, it all still bores down to you.
So even if you're not driving,
SHUT AND ......???????

OLASOJI, Odunayo

Tuesday, 2 June 2009

Here comes.......

Its great to be in the club.
Wonder what it feels like owning a blog.
I'm not too good a writer, though I hope to improve as the day goes by.
To all my friends, e ku ojo meta.
To Koye, thanks for being the change agent.
I hope to say more as the day goes by.
Till then, I'll advice that you watch out.
Here comes.......... iPOD