Mr & Mrs Material

WARNING: This post is not directed at any particular individual, if you are offended by the contents in it, guilty conscience. You should be aware that the similarities between your feelings and the contents in here are coincidental. This post was written based on a research conducted nowhere. Thank you. Also, I am not a scholar, I have no qualification whatsoever and my words are not final, I am just saying.

Without being cheesy and writing an long introduction, I will go straight to the point with this. People are materialistic, period. A lot of people will go forward to say that very useless quote: "If you have it, flaunt it" and "Success is the best revenge" I seriously believe that a lot of us survive on attention and do things, not for our sake but to please others. Because you have it, so what, there are thousands of people that have so much more. Also, when you talk about success as revenge, I am sorry, you haven't achieved any success yet. What did anyone do to you, that you achieving something good becomes revenge, Nick Fury. Sure, we have naysayers, but that is their portion, that is none of your business. If someone looks you in the eye and tells you that you can't become a doctor, simply be. Cure people, make people feel better and smile, after all, you've always wanted to be a doctor, why do you have to bring people into the equation, don't have that petty mindset of "ooo, I am doing good, he must be mad" And the saddest part is most of us will constantly Emphasize how much "WE DON'T CARE" It is well with us. Really, people need to start being real with themselves because a lot of us are suffering from identity crisis; we don't know where we belong. TIP; Look in the mirror.

Going on to materialism. We are all materialistic, period. But in different ways. Everyone has what interests him, things that are not needs; simply wants. Mobile phones, video games, shoes etc. Nothing wrong with that, it's good to have fun every now and then. The problem is that a lot of us have misplaced our priorities and have swapped wants for needs. You know very well that you need food to survive, but you still use all your pocket money to buy shoes that take up your whole bank account just to fit in with people that have hundreds of shoes like that (I'll come to that later). Being materialistic like I said is wanting too much things that don't really matter.

Girls get the most BASHING from being materialistic but let's face it, boys are as materialistic. Boys always complain about girls that like "too much money" As I have said before, how you present yourself is how people perceive you. If you walk with a "rich boy" persona, you will attract all sorts of women including gold diggers, same way girls dressing AND acting all slutty attract hungry men, respect yourself, no man will even look at you in a provocative way. Bees are to flowers as flies are to shit. Anyways, if you are always "flaunting what you have" girls will chase you, that simple. Now, nobody is asking you not to enjoy, if you have it, by all means enjoy it, but do it for you, not because you want to be called "SARKI" and yes, everyone reading this knows exactly what level he is on, so if you rely on indomie for months just to get LV belt and attract expensive poonany, sit down and reevaluate your life. 

You know damn well you cannot afford her, so why borrow a shoe, belt, car, to catch her attention. When she agrees, what then. Will you rely on borrowing stuff, lies to keep her interested? You will run out of creative ideas soon. Again, most of these things have to do with lack of identity. Instead of asking yourself, what do I want to achieve in life, what works for me, who am I, who matters the most in my life, who makes me a better person? You ask silly things like, what shoe should I wear, what girl should I date, the big bumper, or the figure 8 one, what shirt will outshine the others, which group of people should I role with, how much money to steal from oga? valentine is coming.

As for girls, also some are reading this, we have a lot of self-proclaimed independent girls that rely on sugar daddy's, then we have expensive ones that will not date a certain kind, and by certain kind I don't mean Igbo or Hausa, Muslim or Christian (Which is also an issue) by certain kind I mean, "This man pocket no too deep" Some girls do so much to get stuff so they can compete with other girls to appear superior so even more men can notice them to buy them more stuff and the cycle repeats. I swear this is nothing but glorified prostitution. Boy's junior wan enjoy, girl needs new Loubs, girl give boy the main-the main, boy carry her go shopping, that simple.

It is the media and society we live in that has managed to lead so many people astray. Always telling us what's right and what's wrong, what we really need, who to be around and what to be like, all illusions I tell you. A girl reads in a magazine, "how to get slim without loosing the boobs and butt" or "What man is right for you" who has the right to look you in the eye and tell you what is right for you, in that respect. Girls watch movies like Twilight and suddenly they are in love with vampires; since when? Or watch all these love movies and wont let us rest with the plans for "royal wedding" I swear it is good to dream; I had a dream that I was part of the X-men once, it was really nice I swear, but we all know X-men na fiction, ehem. If you do not appreciate what God has blessed you with, mark my words, 50 houses in every state and 1000 partners to choose from will not bring you happiness.

Someone can afford 20 cars, someone can afford 10, someone can afford 5, someone just one, someone cannot even afford a car, maybe a motorcycle, but you find people with 5 cars complaining about how empty their garage is. I swear we keep shouting how real we are when we damn well know we ain't shit. We need to stop lying to people, we need to stop lying to ourselves. We should tell ourselves the truth, where we belong and what truly matters. 

I am not anti-social, I am anti-pretend to love someone I don't. I don't hate people, I simply do not have time to talk to people I have absolutely no business with. Instead of trying to please everyone, find people that elevate you, somewhere you belong, a place where you'll feel comfortable. Not a place where you have to lie constantly just to rank up. Life is very simple and we make it hard on ourselves. There's too much to talk on this issue and I have probably missed a lot of points, maybe I might add them when they come to my mind. Life is simple as I said, the moment we stop lying to ourselves, the moment we stop being so aware of our "IMAGE", the moment we start being real in this world, our minds will be cleansed from a billion blocks of worry. 

............................. Okay, yes, I remember, LOVE; a whole chapter on its own. Please, understand that there is a massive line between love and lust, before you deceive yourself and your partner, ask yourself, is it junior or is it my heart that is beating, because if na junior dey beat, you know damn well that is rubber dinghy rabids you want. Thank You.

Litmus Red.

(C)differNT 2012
Episode One: Setting fire to the rain.

He puts down the revolver on his desk as he takes his jacket off. Walks towards the mirror and takes of his grey t-shirt, stained with blood. He grabs a stick of cigarette and lights it up. Puff, he looks at the wound, a bullet wound. He smiles, "That was close" he says as he walks to the bathroom to wash up.

Minutes later, he is out of the shower, dressed with a black leather jacket on. He picks up his revolver and heads down to the parking lot. "Mr. Smith, how are you today" a voice from the lot. "Good Joe, I'm fine thank you" he replies as he let's himself in. A red sports car, engine sounds like a possessed lion and he exits the lot with speed. 

The phone rings: "Mr. Smith, your next target is called Mr. George Samson, he is at Hotel Slice, close to the docks. He will be with women, so, you have to be careful" "Understood" he says and then he drops the phone. 

Just outside the Hotel- exotic, very simple yet very expensive. The rich men in this town go there to cheat on their partners with girls that are not even half their age. Smith parks his car a couple of blocks away and walks towards the hotel. 

Just outside, a man wearing a brown trench coat passes a note, a paper with neon-blue texts scrolling upwards: *Your next target is Mr. George Samson. Owner of the Pharmaceutical company TVC. His drugs are responsible for the deaths of hundreds of people across the city, but the government isn't doing anything about it. Neutralize your target and we will take it from there. Your salary for this job is £34,500 with a £2,000 bonus if it goes extra smooth. Your target is in room 203. Thank you*

He folds the paper and places it in his pocket and walks into the hotel. The lobby, filled with old men, "pedophile" written all over their faces. He walks to the front desk, "Executive suit please" He says. "We have one executive suit left sir, room 204, would you like to pay for it now sir" "Perfect, Yes ma'am" He replies, smiling. "That will be £10,000 without company, an extra £1,000 with company" He smiles again, "I am my own company" She smiles too, "That will be £10,000 altogether sir" He pays and makes his way up to room 204.

Up there, he plans his attack, zips up his jacket and checks his revolver once more; all six bullets in place. Gently placing his face on the hotel-room walls, he hears noises, then he calculates where everyone is standing or sitting in the room. One girl is standing by the mirror far from the bed, Mr. Samson is sitting on the bed, in-between two girls, another girl is standing by the balcony, probably smoking. A hard scenario, but plausible.

He brings out his iPod and connects it to a doc, he plays classical music, he plays it loud and then he walks out of the room. He knocks on the hotel room door, room 203. "Who is it?" "Room service" "I did not order for anything" "I'm sorry sir, but as a regular customer, the hotel wants to add two more girls for you, no charge" A long silence, then the door opens. It is him, Mr. Samson. With a smile, then it turns around and he asks "Wait, where are the girls" With a smile, Smith replies, "In hell!" before placing a bullet straight through his head. 

Before hitting the ground, smith slides down and grabs him, he then pulls him in the room and places him on the bed, the girls screaming. "Please, ladies, keep quiet. I am here for him but if you scream, I will include you all in this equation" They keep quiet as he wraps his target with a duvet cover. "You" pointing at the girl by the mirror, "Turn on the bathtub and get back here" "As for you guys, sit on the floor right here, we have to talk" They all sit, fear in their eyes.

"The tub is full" she says, "Good, join your friends and keep quiet" he says as he carries his target to the bathroom gently placing him in a tub filled with cold water. He walks back to the room. "Alright, this is what will happen, but firstly, let me take a minute to offer some words of wisdom to you young ladies" He speaks, very calm. "AIDS is real. Number one. Number two, this is not your kind of scene, you are too young for this and these men are very dangerous. Please do yourselves massive favors, get educated and live a good live. You see, I don't kill innocent people, if it was someone else, you will all probably be dead by now" Tears begin to roll down their cheek as they shiver in fear.

"Calm down all of you. I won't kill you, but this is what will happen, you are going to call the cops, tell them exactly what happened, tell them what I told you if you want, hell, describe my face to them, after that, get yourselves home, clean-up, praise the lord and sleep, with the hope off starting a new life by tomorrow. Understood?"

They all nod like little kids as he walks out of the room. He goes back down to the lobby and informs one security guard by the door, "I think there is trouble in one of your executive suits, please do check" He then walks out of the hotel. He pulls out a cigarette, inhales, exhales. 

Siren from the background, coming closer, *beep beep* his phone vibrates. "Your account has been credited with £36,500" He smiles and then walks back to his car.

Iridescent

One: Roof.

He readjusts his tie, looking down at the ground, over 50 windows down. *baam* the door opens, "don't do it Ray, it's not worth it" a familiar voice. Turning his face a little to the left, he smiles, "There is no place for me. I don't belong" he takes a step further to fall 50 floors down. His body all over the pavement, the unknown man cries, at first it feels like a dream, but then it syncs in, this is reality.

I Am Color Blind, Not Ignorant.

Every time a White person kills someone, it's either self-defense or that he has some sort of mental disorder, but whenever a Black man, Hispanic, Asian, Arab, Muslim so much as defends himself, he will be charged with murder or be called a terrorist. It is a sad world we live in and racism hasn't gone anywhere, racism is alive and healthy as ever. Still, I have a few words to say, to all the shallow minded people out there:

-I will not change my Religion because of you.

-I will not change my Skin because of you.

-I will not compromise anything for your sake.

-Who I choose to worship is my right and my business.

-What I choose to wear is my right and my business.

-I believe in God, and He alone will I ever worship.

-I am responsible for what I say and not what you understand.

-You are NOT better than me. You are human, so am I. 

-I will not hate you like you hate me, I will pray for you, I hope you educate yourself.

-It is not my fault that you are so shallow minded, and I will not pay for your ignorance.

-You are insecure, and what you see in me is how you perceive yourself deep down.

-You see yourself as a nobody. A hypocrite. 

-I will hold no grudge against you, you deserve no space in my mind.

-I will forgive your ignorance, and pray you wake up soon.

-I will fight for my rights, I am not your slave.

-Muslims are not terrorists, terrorists are human.

-Black people are not thieves or gangsters, thieves and gangsters are human.

-You have very little understanding of how the world works and you are insecure.

-You can yell supreme, but I don't fear you.

-Muslims and Arabs are killed everyday in Afghanistan, in Gaza, nobody cares

-But the moment one American (preferably white) is killed, the whole world must know.

-You never admit you are wrong and even when you mess up....

-You blame it on others and claim you are too perfect to screw up.

-A white man killed a 17 year old African American yet still, the little boy is to blame.

-The white man is charged with nothing and goes Scott free, claiming it was self defense.

-A Muslim mother of Five was killed, people barely know about this.

-If it was the other way round, will it have been the same?

-If you are more than just an ignorant person...

-If you do all this just to be cruel to people, you are in for a wonderful surprise.

-Last thing. Unlike you, I will not judge others based on the actions of a few.

-I will love equally, regardless of where you come from or what you believe in.

-God created us all, and only He can judge us all.

-Believe it or not, there will be justice:

-For Martin, for Shaima Alawadi.

-For all the innocent people that were bashed for their beliefs and color of skin.

-I am not a monster, and I will not allow myself to get consumed by one.

-In God I trust, and Justice WILL be served. Amen. 

Camp In The Rain

-I used to think I'm deep like sea but now I feel I'm shallow. The moment I rejoin the team we start to lose like Mello. The ooze that made the turtles heroes seems to be a killer, at least me, it kills me, it never works for me.

-So I ask myself, why do I stress myself? I know myself- that this is not for me. Yet I take part in it cuz they take part in it and then I yell at people and warn them not to judge, when I can't even like Blacks, Asian, Christian, Muslim. 

-I smoke a pack a day turn around and deem marijuana evil, body full of make up turn around and tell them wake up, stop being fake cuz their accent is made up. But what about my make up, the boob job and fake top? Yes the fake top that I got from pound shop, it says Armani but we all know it's more phoney, it's fake and I got it for just a pound and 50.

-Today I'm an activist, tomorrow a stone-cold killer, the way people change these days you would think it was thriller. Yes I know many change for various reasons and even those that cried for justice got just what they need and crime was justified.

-I believe in Jesus, but In a different way, so don't judge me cause I chose to face the East five times everyday and sometimes even more, my legs get sore and I start to wonder, who if not God, would I ever stand for? But then the world turns cold as people worship the warships, order out of chaos now you know that's bullshit. 

-Girls gossip of friends like it was nothing, boys steal from one another, a boy kills his brother, cuz he saw the money proper. No hesitation, without limitation, lies spread like disease and multiply by seconds, by the time they circle back, it's a whole'nother story.

-Push the ugly truth away to accommodate the beautiful lie. It won't make you beautiful, it kills you, it kills you slow, so better take it ugly, cause then you know nothing else can faze you.

-False prophets, fake idols, men and women on a mission to demoralize, to make the evil look cool and the good look evil, turn friends against each other, call most Muslim's terrorist, say Africa is dying but when you go you kill them more, so sore, like a cut in the throat, painful when you swallow, but that's just reality.

-I support my sisters to cover up, the brothers to look away. But how won't we sin when girls are now sex objects, been dragged down the same level as that of a dog, she is shown on the screen like the slave of a man; not a wife and not a sister, just a tool for the man. Shaking her bum for a living, showing her tits for sight seeing, "bitch" is her nickname and if you are rich, she would lay with you, yet she gets offended when you call her by profession.

-Real Love today is hard to come by, love today is more glorified prostitution. The boy wants the cookie, the girl wants the Gucci, girl gives boy cookie boy pays her with Gucci, both say "i love you" so they clear their conscience. Bless the girls that hold their ground and the boys that respect their mother, sister and daughter.

-The mind is a blueprint, the mouth the warhead itself, so you watch what you say, before you start a war, because we all talk a lot, yet we do so little, I pray to God, to not get stuck in the middle.

-The next boy is hungry, but me is angry, he's hungry cuz he's poor and he can't afford, I'm angry cause I'm rich but can't get a Ford. Please Lord correct me, and make me better. it seems I'm blind by the world, mix facts with fiction, my mind and me have serious friction and if I don't find my COG, I'll be RIP, and may not LOL at the results I see, so before the soil goes inches above me, it's time I had a pow wow with the man in the mirror.

-Fact is, we all project but never see, speak but never hear, explain but never get, so it's time the table turned, let's listen and understand, let's be who we are. Let's start by us, while others do the same.

-Let's face reality, we are our greatest enemy, let's judge ourselves and correct ourselves cause we all know the truth about us, more any other man. It is impossible for us to change the world before changing the ourselves. As it is impossible to set a camp in the rain.

Dream, Believe

Went to sleep thinking, half-dead dreaming, woke up achieving, do things I believe in. That's how it is, no hurdles I see, no troubles I want, the dark I don't ride with.

As I struggle to achieve, I pray to God to grant me the strength to keep going; to make me persevere, to have patience and be true to my words, to myself, to God, to the people, whether they love me or not.

Keep calm, don't feed and breed negativity, I stay plus charged, both physical and mental, mentally ready for the troubles the word brings; to know not every smile is for good, not all friends love me, not everyone's out to get me, but, still, I must stand on my toes, cuz as said prior to this, not all is as it seems.

I see what I see, I know what I know, non of it is for sale, all of it is for free so come so we can exchange information, no need to argue, we can always converse in good and discuss how to make life better for you and for me, for the world. No need for negativity, no need to add to the stress that already is. Let's share, let's build.

I love who I love and trust who I trust, no need for pretense and life is fairly simple, get what you give, so give what you wish to get. Let people know clearly what I stand for, never shift, not even a muscle. Still, don't need to fake friendship or fabricate lies to try to stay relevant. It is not me but the intentions that matter the most.

To be around a million people, I rather have one friend- to swim in blood and drive a car, I rather walk the distance- to give her a child and walk away, I rather stay away from the start.

Never look out the window, I look in the mirror, so if there's a thing to change, I'll start with what I see in it. I don't need herbs or wheat to take away the pain, I have a book for that, God for that, I look to the east five times each day for that.

What's the point of struggling to fit in when I was born to stand out. I will buy what I need not what he or she wants of me, and believe in what I chose to, caring non for the hate projected towards certain someones.

Patience, patience, patience. I dream, dream, dream and I believe in it, God willing, I will achieve it.

So, will you define your world or wait for another like you to toss his dictionary at you?

Correct Yourself

What do I know, what do you know? What does he or she know, what do we know? Nothing! The more we think we know, the less we actually know, so why do we act like scholars in a field so unknown to us in reality, well in our dreams it's a familiar field.

We need to read more, believe more, listen more, care more, love more, do more good, that is... Then we need to talk less, fight non, hate non, assume non, lie non, praise ourselves non- cause there's only One that deserves all praise, Allah.

Too many people talk, but a few walk, too many people project, but just a few see, and we all know that seeing has nothing to do with the eyes 'cuz a man with functioning eyes today still fails to see reality. Covered in his own world, all he wants to be is rich and famous and surrounded by gold, girls and glory. Spending money you don't have; to get to people you don't like; to get credit for reasons that don't matter.

So many boys claim to have "swagg" but only a few have class. So many boys now claim to be with all the girls, but only a few aim to settle for one, and make her the mother to their daughter and take care of them properly. Too many "big boys" not enough grown men. So many boys right now want to be "ballers" only a few want to settle down as earners, earners of truth, earners of legitimate wealth. Now see richness and wealth are too different things, because a content man with double digits ranks far up over the "rich" dude that has nothing else to live for but money.

The girls that complain, the perfect man doesn't exist should know that the perfect man doesn't exist. If there was a perfect being on earth, he won't have a purpose because life's all about failing and correcting. I think what you mean to say is; there's no man like the ones I see on TV; don't mix fact with fiction. You want to be lied to and you also want to be respected; but you dress down to attract more men. So tell me, what kind of "perfect man" do you wish to attract when you go to the streets naked? Yet you call a sister backward for covering herself up?

The girls want money, the boys complain, but when the boys get the money, they use it as kryptonite; it makes the ladies weak. Always praising oneself, looking down at other people, as if you saw tomorrow, like you never heard the story about the Pharaoh, who claimed to be God and now he lay within a coffin.

So when will we learn? Learn to appreciate that which matters, to appreciate our needs, and distinguish them from wants, to stop being blind to reality, to stop dreaming and living a lie, to stop gossiping and start looking in the mirror, to not look at those above us in riches, but at those that are below us, so we can learn to thank the Lord for his mercy upon us.

You have access to Twitter, you are not gangster, and you school abroad, you're not a celebrity, you are just another human being, not better than those that cannot afford to leave home in the quest for knowledge. You are not the first and not the last. Don't be carried away, the material things don't count in God's eyes, in reality, he might be better, that boy you always laugh at. For a couple of people to praise you does not mean spec; getting full off praise lies within the weak.

If we think we are the finest, May God rest his soul, the Prophet Yusuf. Yusuf locked himself up for the reason that excites you much. And then we think about our money. Money never kept Mr. Jobs alive.

We want to joke around but joking is for the weak, talk about people, weak, try to get praised, weak... There are so many things these eyes are blind to, so I pray for us all, that our eyes open before the day when the soil is above us.

We all need to wake, but if dreams are what we prefer, sweet dreams to us.