Enjoying Solitude

This piece resonates with me…


Every Human needs some alone time, just as much as a community and companionship. We often get caught up with the world around us and cant find regular periods of solitude.

Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away… and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast…. be happy about your growth, in which of course you can’t take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don’t torment them with your doubts and don’t frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn’t be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn’t necessarily have to alter when you yourself change…

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We live, We learn, We win


Many are aware of the quote vēnī vīdī vīcī; literally: I came, I saw, I conquered. The Latin phrase popularly attributed to Julius Caesar who, according to Appian, used the phrase in a letter to the Roman Senate around 47 BC.

Life tends to throw lots of challenges at us. No matter how strong we might claim to be or we are, sometimes it leads us to tantrums.

However here is a Phrase that can transform your mood today.

                                          ” vēnī vīdī vīcī “


So when life knocks you down, get back up with the knowledge that if you face the situation “HEAD ON” you will eventually become a  CONQUEROR




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The Blindness of Social Wealth

Bob Hall was a rancher. In 1936, in the midst of the Depression, he was suffering from a cancer that was eating the flesh on the side of his face. His ranch had dwindled to nearly nothing, and weeks after bankers took the last of his livestock, Hall died, leaving his family deeply in debt.
His sons pleaded with anybody they could find to make a loan and save the family ranch. No one would do it. Finally, in desperation, they went to their neighbor, Buzz Newton, who was known for his miserliness, and asked him to co-sign a loan. “I always thought so much of your dad; he was the most generous man I have known,” Newton answered. “Yes, I’ll co-sign the note.”
Bob Hall’s grandson, also named Robert Hall, drew out the lesson in his book “This Land of Strangers,” noting: “The truth is, relationships are the most valuable and value-creating resource of any society. They are our lifelines to survive, grow and thrive.”
There’s a mountain of evidence suggesting that the quality of our relationships has been in steady decline for decades. In the 1980s, 20 percent of Americans said they were often lonely. Now it’s 40 percent. Suicide rates are now at a 30-year high. Depression rates have increased tenfold since 1960, which is not only a result of greater reporting.

Most children born to mothers under 30 are born outside of marriage. There’s been a steady 30-year decline in Americans’ satisfaction with the peer-to-peer relationships at work.




*18-Yr-Old 🇰🇪Kenyan Athlete Goes Missing in 🇦🇺Australia*

Kenyan boxer Brian Agina is reported to have gone missing at the Commonwealth Games village in Gold Coast Australia. Agina is said to have gone missing on Sunday night, hours after the closure of the games.

He is the first Kenyan athlete to have gone missing at the games, adding to the number of athletes who went missing early on. Cases of African athletes going missing at the games had been reported early on, with Cameroonians, Ugandans etc.


A quick reminder for the readership Challenge. We have a list to choose from.

  1. Think Big by Ben Carson
  2. Emotional Intelligence by Daniel Goleman
  3. Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill

The Readership Challenge

First, I must apologize for the long silence. I almost gave this up,  but I’m back. Fully back. You’ve got me.


Yes! As a part of everyday lives,  we need to keep up with a readership Challenge. That’s one of the things this blog will be dedicated to,  henceforth. For a start,  I have books such as Daniel Goldman’s Emotional Intelligence, Ben Carson’s Think Big and Napoleon Hill’s Think and Grow Rich.  Which do you prefer?  Let’s do this fam. It’s gonna be huge fun. I can’t wait to hear from you all.

    • Maupad



A Nomination for the Mystery Blogger Award

I have been offline for some days now due to certain reasons. In summary, I was bereaved,  but the burial is over now and I’m back on track. 

With great pleasure, I write this piece. I have been nominated for the mystery blogger Award and my greatest appreciation goes to Arisjade,  my blogger friend. Thanks so much for honouring me this way. The Mystery Blogger Award  is a way of introducing bloggers’ contents to one another.

“an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts.  Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates.  They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get.  This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging, and they do it with so much love and passion.”   -Okoto Enigma, creator

Here’s how it works, if you get nominated:

  • Tell your readers 3 things about yourself.
  • Answer the questions posed by the person who nominated you.
  • Nominate 10 or more people and notify them of it.
  • Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one specified out of the ordinary question. 

Answering Arisjade‘s Questions,

 1. What country do you live in?


2. What makes someone a good friend?

When he/she genuinely cares for you. When they want you to be a better person. They go out of their way to get something done for you. 

3. What is your favorite childhood memory?

Wow! I need to scan… Hmmmm… Yeah!!!  It was the end of year party in class 3. Mother had bought an angelic gown (made out of white fabrics with a touch of pink)  for my sister and I. There was a part made of net that falls right behind our feet. Everyone got drawn to us.  We felt so special,  you know. Teachers even picked us out because of our dresses,  we felt so great as the day lingered on.

4. Do you have any special talents?

Yes. You’ve got to pay for this. *winks*

5. If you could meet anyone who ever lived, who would it be and why?

Hegel… To make him take me to the height of his infinite intelligence 

3 Things About Me

1. I am an ambivert

2. I just graduated from College with First Class Hons in Theatre and Performing Arts. 

3. I am an activist for Girls and women


If you are one of the chosen nominees, this is a way to share your content! So,  CONGRATULATIONS

I nominate: 

Ta an



Rough Bandit

Simply expressed feelings

Vinayak Gupta

Parńika  Preet 

The Godly Chick Diaries 

Melanie Gabrell

Tim Miller 

Nominees, here are my questions for you to answer.

1. Why are you here?

2. What is your philosophy of life ?

3. What is your most embarrassing moment?

4. Truthfully discribe how you felt when your name appeared on this post?

5. If you are to acquire a superhero power,  which will it be? 

As required, I have added a link to my best post, Staying Healthy in a Relationship. To read, click here.

Additonal Guidelines:

  • Share a link to your best post(s)
  • Put the award logo on your blog along with the rules.
  • Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog. Also mention the creator of the award.
  • Answer the questions asked by the person who nominated you. 




The dissappearance of something once held
The usefulness of nothing 
Like the façade of a mad man, 
Vanity is the hope of taming the air

A dust-made creation of God

A being of the spirit, soul and body
In the image of God he is made 
Human is being alive in flesh

Strong desire to achieve something

Storms of life assail 
Like a façade of glorious outcome
Ambition: plan of a future yet to surface

Oh! What an act of passing away

The eraser of life on earth 
Like a beetle whose lava bores into wood
Death is the termination of existence 

A plan for the future yet unknown

While death patiently awaits human at a point undisclosed
Then, execution is perfected 

In the face of death,  human ambition becomes vain

Death!  Yet a mystery,  
takes whosoever

To be someone in life 

is the order of the way
BSC, Ph. D…are the certificates acquired
In death,  there are no escorts needed

A movement from existence to extinction

The human ambition is paralysed in the face of death,
As the dust-made creation returns to dust.



You are a man driven by words
Words intended to showcase intelligence 
The book smarts and socially sharps,          You choose friendship from this table.

Then, my  wittiness struck you,
You took me home to be your girl,
Your girl is now an old story,
You say she’s an incomplete package.

In the course of our many endeavours,
In loud and intellectual conversations,
With solemn and plausible retrospections,
You discover mere words are barely enough.

One loophole after another ,
The unveiling of a complete human,
Eureka!  The discovery of self,
I am just as incomplete as your ex.


Darkness (Part 3): The Tale of a Devastated World. 

Again, I lost details of how long I sat there. But the sun had subsided when a group of soldiers arrived and spoke through a megaphone.

We will like everyone to line up here” Yet, it seems like nobody heard him

I repeat, we need everyone on a file. Mothers should hold on to their children on this line and men should be on the other line”


The message was a command, therefore everyone ran to make the lines according to the instruction given. Another soldier arrived and gave an additional information.

If you have no number, come with me” lots of people followed him.

We were told to be calm until the streets are safe for us to go to. There is a 24hours curfew for now and no one should falter. I didn’t know how I managed to hear those words but I was sure of what the soldiers meant. The secondary school in the army barracks was of great help because it served as lodge for some people.

It was getting dark already and the barracks was already filled to the brim. People pitched their tents in the open fields when the school couldn’t contain us all. I moved slowly but searchingly. Looking at people relating in units. I searched for dad, mum, and Pedetin. I encountered a woman trying to pull 5 of her children together. Several thoughts crossed my mind and wondered where they all are presently. 

I noticed that everyone including the kids wore a tag with a big number around the neck like chained dogs. I looked down on mine with the print ‘refugee 86’. I wondered if they had printed this before the incident or, well, I don’t know. 

I walked past people once again and I felt that I do not belong here. I have not even seen someone I know or maybe can’t recollect faces. I saw strangers and strangers they were. Some soldiers arrived in a truck and instructed that people line up for dinner. Women struggled to get on queue and for a while argued about who got to what position first. I wondered if they had this all planned out. For heaven’s sake, the food will go round, I concluded. The tag was a permit to get fed. A soldier was giving out bread while another was giving out water. 

I closely watched a woman who got hers and quickly held up her baby’s hand to get one too. This is comedy I guess. But is it really comedy? She is a nursing mother for crying out loud. What will remain of her after the baby sucks her dry? All these while, I wasn’t on any queue because the drama around the collection itself was food for my soul. 

Some soldiers made campfires and sat round it. I saw a man fanning his sleeping children. I pitied him more than I did for myself. Where on earth is their mother? Poor man. He didn’t even stand up to get bread and water for his children at least. The man laid beside his children and slept off too. Everyone was busy eating, moving around or doing one thing or another. Then, I saw this young man who tried to steal from the man fanning his kids. He had moved like he was part of the family, sat beside the sleeping man and gradually removed the man’s wallet. 

I couldn’t hold this anymore, I dashed towards him like lightening being pursued by thunder. The young man was smarter I guess. I can’t remember what he did or how he did it but in the twinkle of an eye, he changed the story and I became the thief. 

That night was spent all alone in the guardroom with mosquitoes as guests. I just felt Iike ending it all. Life worth it no more. I didn’t sleep all through the night, not because I decided not to sleep, but it wasn’t my decision to make. It was that of the mosquitoes. I was released the next morning and told never to repeat such act to which I accepted repentance genuinely. 

I overheard the soldiers saying that the curfew is now 12 hours and that it’s effective from 6-6. So, I concluded that it should be 6p.m to 6a.m, that’s the only logical time frame. I wasn’t sure of the time presently, but judging from the face of the sky, the time should be about 8a.m.

I walked straight to the gate unsure of where I was heading to. I strolled past the soldiers and was waiting for them to stop me but nothing happened, so immediately I passed the gates, I took to my heels. I trekked a great distance and discovered burnt cars, shops and houses. So many structures have been pulled down. Fear gripped me to my soul when I started to notice that the streets were bright, yet dark. They were relatively quiet. It was like a bright middle of the night. 

Soon, I approached a junction which was watched over by soldiers. There are no moving cars or motorbikes on the road except for the army convoy.  I walked behind some shops and hid behind a structure. I peeped at the soldiers through the broken fence of a burnt building. Six people were involved in frog jump and the soldiers were at alert, it became dawned on me that the curfew was still very valid and those people broke the rule. 

I heard the sound of a motorcycle from my back. A soldier rode towards me and I rolled on my back towards a close dunghill. He drove past without noticing me. I decided to move away from the vicinity. But the more I moved into the heart of the town, the more unsecured I felt. 

I maintained a great distance from the major road and walked in between remains of burnt cars, motorbikes and houses. Suddenly, I heard what seems to be an uproar ahead of me. I wasn’t sure what it was but it seems like some soldiers are trying to control a violent crowd. 

I wondered what was happening over there and I wasn’t ready to witness more scenarios. Coincidentally, everything turned gray and I began to feel dizzy. Looking around. I discovered that I was standing in front of a restaurant. So, I took the broken table in front of it for a couch.

I must have been day dreaming or maybe the reality of my environment crept into my subconscious. First, different feet moved past me in darkness. Then, I saw a procession of elderly people in red, and black outfits. They really scared me. I began to wonder about the kind of activity that was going on, such that will be referred to as obscure. Then, a woman on white appears, sprinkling water with palm fronds from a calabash. It seems like a purification rite. I looked away, not knowing exactly what’s going on, in town, barracks and everywhere.

I lost track of time and day. Someone must have carried me, from wherever they saw me. But I viewed the barracks once again, from the back of an army van. I discovered its days now without Dad, Mum, and Pedetin. Maybe I should have waited in there for them to arrive just as others. Maybe I should not have suffered myself to go through the blight. I was so tired and dirty looking.

 I was definitely worn out that I fell to the ground the moment I dropped from the bus. A soldier walked towards me and grabbed me by the arm while others remain unmoved. He dragged me up and placed a tag on me. I looked down on my chest and saw the inscription, ‘refugee 2731’, in great pain as I stood, I struggled to keep my eyes opened against shutting unto darkness.

                                                The End. 


Darkness (Part 2): The Tale of a Devastated World. 

In an attempt to cross the road back the same way I came, someone hits my arm where I have the cut, and the pains came all over again, with full force. I found myself on the ground, gnashing my teeth in agony and for that moment, I forgot mum, Dad, even Pedetin. In fact, I became oblivious of the situation. I groaned in pain. Sanity returned when a hand touched me from behind and I stood up in anxiety.


Oh no! It was a soldier man who was busy dragging people into a van. How come I compared his rough hands with the soft palms of Pedetin? I struggled with him.

I’ve you seen my sister. No! Don’t take me away”

Get into the Van,”

No, I don’t. I want my sister. ”

“You’re bleeding, you need to get treated”. As he spoke, he never relented in dragging me.

I screamed “Pedetin! Pedetin!!!”

But the soldier showed no pity on me. He didn’t even listen to me. Or maybe he did, because he responded.

Don’t worry, we will definitely pick her up. But you have to go now”

For a second, he made sense. I stopped struggling with him and hopped into the van. But the next moment brought back the gravity of the entire scenario, I screamed so loud that I heard myself no more. The van travelled down several paths and I peeped from the small window searching through the crowd. Suddenly, the van stopped as people were ordered to move down. I discovered that we were brought to an army barracks. 

I actually thought we were going to a hospital. The van made a U-turn and some soldiers put a tag on us as we were ushered into the barracks. I walked in lost in thought, and thought of my loss. I didn’t even know what I was doing but I must have been looking like someone who just heard about his death sentence. In great quietness, I moved to a corner as if in a trance. A moment later, maybe minutes or hours, I can’t be accurate now! I heard a group of people running into the barracks and I watched in awe. 

People continued trooping into the barracks in hundreds. I stood up and walked towards the wailing crowd. I paused and looked through them with a deliberate attention. There she stands. I saw Pedetin just behind the pulling crowd. That soldier was right after all. But there are so many people standing between us. I called out in horrific excitement and ran towards her. More people passed between us. I fixed my gaze on her and stretched out my hands as if she is a foot away. 

I was more than ready to give an embrace. She is soothing to my wound, just the treatment I needed. I was just 2 feets away when someone else came to pull her off. My countenance changed and I increased the pace. This time, I was the one knocking people over without caring what the gravity was. I finally got to her and pulled her away from the person holding her. 

“Pedetin. How did you get here?”

Obviously, she has been crying. She had catarrh dropping from her nostrils, in an attempt to clean her tears with the back of her palm, she rubbed it all over her face. The woman holding her spoke up.

“Who are you? What is it?” She drags her from my grip and continues with her journey. 

I stayed put, just like a statue in a museum, watching the woman take her away. The girl is the woman’s daughter. I had mistaken her for Pedetin. Now, watching her again, I could see clearly that I misidentified the girl’s height, hair, stature and even clothe. I remained still in my bent position with an outstretched hand. I disappointed myself greatly. 

“Pede! Pede! Noooooooooooo” I finally broke down in tears.

                                         …to be continued.