Pimoey Oshodi's Blog

Hey! Don’t be in a hurry to chicken out of this place; I'm not here to bore you with the concept of Game theory. Last time we read a story about Anne and by now I know some of you must be empathic about Anne, and some of you be like serves her right – Yeah yeah, she’s alright she’ll grow up some day and become a preacher's wife (Don’t quote me). Today is all about Anjola, who hates the game – the society we find ourselves *sighs* I still can’t understand why she does, maybe you can explain after reading through. Anjola joined the company two years ago hoping to find love, the kind of love Savage Garden sang about in I Knew I’d Love You . Anjola just got out of her fourth relationship with the Prince having dated Kenny, Fifi, and Lolu. All of which lasted a period of not more than four months - the Prince actually lasted 5 months and 3 days. Lol! I know the mathematicians are trying to calculate this now, good luck on that. But Anjola really wanted to love one person ...

If the grade "A" was really easy why didn't we all get an A in further maths? well maybe you did but I never did, I was the C student and yes I was comfortable with that :p well don't think me lazy because I have my passions hehehehe one of it is observing people and writing about them and getting to know how to help! Motivation, Motivation!! Motivation!!! - like hey babes stay away from that guy he is good for nothing or this guy likes you and I think you should give him a chance to prove his love, why don't you take that risk after all life is all about the risks we take.... Blahblahblah. In this episode I will leave you with a special lyrics from a very special artiste who I featured in this post. This blog post will encourage you to love yourself first, before you love someone else. She is one of the most friendly, daring and adventurous person I have ever met. Sometimes when she talks I wonder what planet she is from perhaps she Oh! - yes that B...

Wide awake at midnight Then a voice in the wind Harsh but true said  They think I'd just give up When I'm almost at the end of the tunnel I lay down and slept  but my subconscious  ranted away... Could this be convention? This smell as rot fish  Filling the atmosphere. Alas that I may be choked up in it? When there are waters That haven’t been stirred not to mention rippled. It takes a little time To cock a gun and shoot. Risk is what makes life beautiful Don’t you think so? The confidence that matches up to it tells you you aren't far from your goal. A fearful mind will only bring aches and pain, trouble and distress but a heart that dreads mediocrity is free to explore even the uncultivated land of life When I sleep it's only for a few hours  Not that I suffer insomnia It's because there's a new dawn to wake up to        

Black is the colour That ushers us into the New Year Such an air of the earth’s odour Like inhaling a rotten pear That bursts open to reveal its colour! Isn’t it black from its stare? Fruits no longer fall without a farce And never again a favour. We ask ourselves what really is our fear When people go hungry without food for their neighbour. We ask ourselves what we care About the price decrement of our labour. Salary no longer puts food on the table, And constant is the tear Of the ones who walk by day and night with little or nothing to harbour. One voice says we rather stay aloof of the demur To better endure the sear. Black is the colour No human change to dare Perhaps with hope of bleaching its colour May resuscitate such dearth in the sphere Black I no longer fancy as beauty’s colour But more of evil, pain and sear It can only take a Caro pore To bring us to a dreamy swear.

Teaching??? No way! Why have I been posted to a school for God’s sake?  I mean, I should have been posted to a radio or television station where I could be relevant. What will a Mass Communications graduate like me do in a school? These were my thoughts as I collected my  NYSC  posting letter. Not only was I posted to a school, it was in a rural area – the village of Okuta in  Kwara State , far away from the hustle and bustle of  Lagos  − where I would be an English teacher. I got to my orientation camp in early March 2012. The experience was amazing: although lights-out was at 10pm I would switch on my little torch and fill my diary with the day’s activities, from making new friends to planning escape routes to avoid the parade ground. At the end of the orientation camp, it was hard to say goodbye because we were all posted to different places for our primary assignment: some (like me) to the rural parts of Kwara, others to its capital, Ilorin. The ...

The cultural heritage of Nigeria is rich in mythology in the form of tales, fables, and folklore. This mythology often governs the laws of communities and informs how their members and any visitors must behave. As a ‘Kopa’ one needs to be aware of the rules and taboos guarding any society you find yourself in, as well as immerse yourself in the legends of a new place. During my NYSC year, a discussion of myths started during a mountaineering expedition at the Okuta Hills in Kwara State . I had a group of ‘Kopa’ friends who loved adventures. All four of us (two guys and two girls) dressed smartly one evening and wore our jungle boots to protect us from any reptiles. Jungle boots: the ever-ready Kopa’s staple We climbed up the path, but before we got to the mountain summit, we girls got tired. Luckily, the guys were kind and offered to carry us. The first couple moved quickly ahead while the second (of which I was a member) was behind. We began to compete with the first coupl...

“If Kopa marry Kopa they go born worwhor!”  is a common cliché among Kopas. Although this suggests that Kopas getting married to one another is seen as disgusting, there are plenty of matrimonial cases among them – perhaps because of the rumour that the federal government gives N500,000 to those who get married during their service year, or because of love. Even if they don’t end up marrying, many Kopas do date their fellow service members. But why do Kopas get into relationships with one another? Is it for the fun of it, the fund in it, or the future in it? One year is indeed a long time for Kopas not to mingle with one another. Kopas tend to come into their service year with a fresh attitude regardless of their prior relationships, wealth and academic performances, and easily socialise with people from different backgrounds. While female Kopas tend to exercise caution for fear of being tagged as ‘easy,’ the male Kopa usually seizes any available chance they can get with ...