• Tumisi

    Forgive Me Dear Blogging Counsellors, I Don’t Have a Niche

    I once loved being called a blogger. Like “singer”, “songwriter”, and “poet”, “blogger” is a name I’d wanted etched on my personality. Blogging seemed like a forte, like some shield against the insults society hauls at unemployed graduates. The Facebook profiles of some friends are worth considering. Somehow, these job seekers get “gainfully” employed as CEOs of anything.com. While some people may consider this a sham, I do think otherwise. “Blogger” is hope- a new way of advancing an already stagnant life. The first set of blogs I read were online diaries. I stumbled into them during my penultimate year in the university. I was intrigued by how much people…

  • Spur Lounge

    Of Wishes Gone Sour And The Yearnings For A New Song

    Hello hun, I know it’s been pretty quiet here. You’ve been visiting but I haven’t been acting like a good host recently. You come, surf around, but get nothing intriguing except the same old gist. Trust me hun, it’s not intentional. I frigging care about you and I want this relationship of ours to blossom. I want to fill your days with loads of exciting tales and listen while you talk about the beautiful things happening with you. I want to create a serene environment where we can both share our joys and pains and find no fault in being real. I want that atmosphere where a cycle of endless…

  • Spur Lounge

    THE ONE POINT AGENDA

    The year 2007 was one year filled with political agendas. The airwaves whizzed my ears non-stop with Late President Yar’Adua’s Seven-Point Agenda. I was hypnotised, anticipating the good things that would rock our nation. But with my eyes fixated, I saw the agendas fizzled out by his death. In Delta State, the immediate past governor, Emmanuel  Uduaghan unraveled his Three-Point Agenda. Again, jingles rolled in, buzzing my ears with all manner of political propaganda. With great optimism, I awaited the manifestation of his own agenda. Then I saw flowers all over our roads – flowers meant to beautify the state,  flowers solely nurtured by the rains and scorned by the…

  • Tumisi

    The Unveiling

    Dear Elyon’s, I see things: the unfurling of mysteries, the birthing of a dream and the extinction of purposelessness. I see a pool of visions vaporizing to the heavens for a heavy downpour on humanity. I see transformation, a dissection of the divine order for the comprehension of a new breed, zealous with knowledge. In this panoramic view, I see you, Elyon’s Paradise. I’ve lain beneath the sky in faith that it would be emblazoned by sparkles of your reflection. But all I could behold was a firmament, bland with the refulgent moon, graceful with the sun. Some nights, when piquant stars effect their elegance on the heavens, a shrill…