Chronicles of Iyale ookan

  Sometimes when I'm feeling drained, I love to binge watch on cheesy nollywood movie  they kinda help me to float no mental stimulation just detachment or at most half hearted amusement.  So earlier on while trying to unplug, drifting between stations I stumbled on this movie on ROK TV  titled ENTANGLE and going by the name I initially thought it was cheesyville as usual but the ensemble cast quickly assured me it wasn't a run-off- the-mill kind of movie.     The movie Entangle directed by Charles Uwagbai starred brilliant actors that were led by Chidi Mokeme who played Charlton the future father in law and Lota Chukwu who played Ginika Charlton junior's fiancee. They were effectively supported by Bimbo Manuel and Tope Tedela.  The story chronicled a beautiful yet forbidden love between Ginika and her future father-in-law.  This flick took me on an enthralling  journey that chronicled the attraction and love between the largely misunderstood Ginika and Charlton

This self isolation thing be messing with my head. Awakening and provoking the hell out of my self awareness, making me question some certain life decisions, making me ponder 🤔🤔abi my true calling is disc jockeying ni?; because I know music, I listen to music....hell yeah! I love music!!!. In all sincerity I think l have the broadest taste in music. Well... maybe not the broadest but my taste in music is what oyinbos will call ' Uber eclectic ". I'm a connoisseur when it comes to music from Billie holiday to Nonso Amadi, Buju Baton, Adam Levine,Wycleff, Aerosmith, Ed Sheeran, Orlando owoh, Kendrick Lamar, Hugh Masekela, kizz Daniel, Bruno Mars, Kwam 1 and so on. My romance with music started during my diaper wearing days...scratch that....my nappy wearing days. Growing up music was always around the house. Songs continually belted out from the phonograph and the radio. I was endlessly serenaded by Voices of Akin Euba, Dolly Parton, Louis Armstrong,

Christmas Eve It's almost midnight eve of Christmas and like all the few Christmas eves I have known, I battle insomnia. Uncontained excitement tugged furiously at my insides leaving me giddy with anticipation. From my bed I could hear Akin Euba's Black Bethlehem album undulating on the phonograph in the living room. I tossed and turned ceaselessly, I wasn't sure I wanted to sleep but I knew sleep was the only thing that could make time speed by. This Christmas was extra special, I was undecided why it was so.... maybe because Christmas fell on a Sunday or perhaps it was the gorgeous blue iridescent dress I will be having the ultimate priviledge of wearing tomorrow. I hadn't seen anything as magnificent as this dress in my entire childhood. The  Christmas preparation had reached a crescendo and I was knocked up with expectations. Thankfully sleep was merciful at some point and it took me to the land of dreams filled with Christmases from faraway land.  T

This one is for Broda Gani (also known as Mr Anifowose) at bookshop street CMS Lagos for his incessant hookups. .           Broda Gani is what you would call a novel enthusiast /aficionado/hustler who loves his craft/hustle and takes it seriously... a little too seriously. His love for books (money?) is clearly evident in his impeccable marketing skills that starts before and continues even after the actual sales. It is really refreshing to see Broda Gani who read only up to form two always give a summary that is adequately animated and entertaining on whatever novel he thinks you should buy. His narration skills are on steroids as he has the supernatural ability to turn a basic and mundane paperback to an enthralling blockbuster. Now these summaries might not be err.....exactly accurate as most of his tales are heavily embellished, well...the right amount of embellishments to arouse your interest. Customer profiling is second nature to him, his ability to always "prescribe

A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions and the roots spring up and make new trees.  I can't remember what month it was but I remembered  how furious the sun was, probably furious at my folks who insisted I took all manners of secondary school entrance exams at primary 6. At a point I was convinced my parents were determined to make me attend two secondary schools at once. I must have written a million of those placement exams: Navy, Airforce, Command, Unity schools, Lagos State schools, Ogun state and even Gifted school in Suleja. My parents were not taking any chances and as pep talk before setting off to write those exams, my mum will remind me of my reserved opening as a tailoring apprentice in Mrs Majekodunmi 's shop at Ojuwoye junction if I dared to fail the exams. So I guess it was understandable the sun revolted on my behalf. This was in the early 90's and the sun was kinder then but on this particular day the sun vexed gan ni o. I had f

Happy birthday daddy. I'm sure 70 would have looked great on you.We still ache because the pang your death left in our hearts is still raw.We don't know how to heal but we are trying our best to learn how to live with the pain as time and self understanding helps numb the pain. One of my fondest memories of my dad was he introducing me to astronomy and planetology. He was such a consummate story teller, one of the finest orators that ever lived. His  stories were well prepared and relayed with so much passion,crafted with so much creativity that they transported me to other planets. His voice activated my imagination and it exploded. His stories nurtured and fed  my imagination. I didn't think there was any 7 yearold alive that was obsessed about the inner workings of the earth and the other planets as I was. I literally knew how many moons each planets each had and as an introverted kid the Milky way and Asteroids were my playground.I remembered how I begged for