EXIT4ONE - Every Step For A Cause!

WOMEN By Johnson Oluga 08.03.2014. WOMEN - Sometimes, you just make us confused… Sometimes and so many times while trying to understand women, men are made even more confused. But that’s okay, we are just men and we can’t be sure until the woman is. So a man chooses to love the woman simply for who she is yet this too sparks another spiral of questions. A man cannot really be sure that he loves her the way she wants to be loved, so he just tries to love her, as much as he can, so many times making him vulnerable, vulnerable in many a way and men fear vulnerability. They will hide it in masculinity, career, sport, drink, power, money, friends and sometimes in drugs, addiction or even in women again. And despite that, they’ll appear tough like Schwarzenegger outside, yet really vulnerable inside. So the woman actually becomes the centre piece of everything. Some men will say, “I trust no one but my mother,” but hey, mother is a woman too. Another says, “…had it not been for m

Yes, I tried to hold the beats; the heart-beats So they would beat slower than they did But I could not. Every time I tried to It became clearer That one thing had to be done Else my heart would break forever And today, yes today Actually it's past midnight So lets say yesterday Yes, yesterday I picked them and will return them to court as soon as I can After you have signed your side Please do sign them so fast For I can't wait any longer Wanna save the best for the last Coz once you've signed them I can be free, so free To start all over again Perhaps beat even the recession Yes, the divorce papers I picked them yesterday!!! Talak!

It might be true to say that he who is in love thinks that the others are blind; some of us just think that he is crazy. And as much as the economic recession is so published, the social one is always ignored and some causes are as minor!!! Anyway, so I was with a friend and his colleague kept on hurrying the conversation. I realized it was unusual and asked what he was hurrying to do at home. “I have to beat the jam (traffic jam) before it’s late,” he stressed. “Late for what,” I asked? From the brief acquaintance, I didn’t think he was an early home kind of person. This time he was going to be. And thank you God, for the things love can make us do. Yes! When you love someone you always have to do something a little extra ordinary. It could be writing a very interesting poem, when even your high school teacher knew that the last poem you read halfway, let alone wrote, was the mandatory Shakespearean verse or the Longman’s Publisher’s advert in the back of the school exercise book’s co

The Chinese say that if heaven dropped a ‘date,’ open your mouth and suppose that it shall go well. As a friend, I caution you to pray so hard that the date won’t turn out to be my other friend; the lawyer. They go to school to learn just to be friends; ‘learned friends!’Where on earth is a school to learn to love, or so we pray to love so well and wisely to finally marry? Take your chances, don’t take insurance and hire your learned friend and you’ll recoup twice the amount. But remember, as you win your suit, you lose your money too…pay the lawyer about 75% of both the ‘investment’ and ‘profits;’ time not refundable. And be careful, before so long your child too will be asking you for damages & compensation (at commercial rate), for spending little time with him/her or being 'absent minded' while with them. Have you ever been to Nigeria? I want to; one day…though sometimes I get scared of the idea. So I grabbed a Nigerian movie...it depicted a very lovely couple. But iron

If they had danced before the blind, sang before the deaf or talked to the dumb, I am sure one of them would personally have had a bigger story to tell. Well, like someone once said, those who love music will always find a song to sing, or something to sing about. Hugging, watching and listening to the Watoto sing this week provoked many thoughts in my mind, but one that has kept on is the one you find here. They came; they narrated, danced and sang their hearts out. Surprisingly, like any other concert, these children’s musical starts as an excitement. It falls with a boom of the African traditional drum beat. It then meanders its way out like a river seeking its way into an ocean. And as the rhythm rises, it mounts itself on the tone of its own narrative. But it reaches a moment in time when it stops being a concert and for a life-time your heart will sing of something bigger, and perhaps forever...the King they sing about! And yes, it is the reason they sing and dance, the rea

At first it blew about, wondering around like a stranded plane. Then I thought it was indeed some kind of lost wind that would eventually disappear. But bit by bit, it rested down, building itself into something. It seemed like each flake knew just where it fitted most. Early this morning, I reluctantly looked thru the window and lo, it was a sinless world. What could be as white as snow? Later on, I stepped off my door and yes, I could easily count how many people had passed by my street, let alone concretely suspect which house had the most cats around. I was not very sure of when the snow would rest its case. But as I kept counting the dotted footsteps along the street, I became surer of the old Chinese saying, that a person who walks on snow can never hide his footprints behind him. Yes, this came clearer than anything else. I thought of many things: I thought of the plain white snow that had rested on my door step, I felt bad to step on it; I'd spoil the beauty. It was so spo