Wednesday, 1 April 2015

Sai Buhari....Sai my mind


Congratulations Compatriots. 2015 election has been fun all the freaking way for me by clicking on likes of people's comment and laughing my ass off at funny bbm pictures and animation (Jegaquin for Orubebetysis) lol. I enjoyed it all  Wish we can rewind it again. This is the first election in my country I'm actually aware of, (I mean I was probably too busy playing EA sports with my brother to listen to political talk in the past) but judging from people's  keenness this year, talk and what I've read I think Nigerians have never been this ardent about their vote and the result. I'm really glad about our patriotism and level of participation. I mean, seeing women in Rivers state take to the streets crying for their votes to be counted melted my heart. We are beginning to realize that the power is in our hands, and once our leaders realize this too, a lot of corruption would be cobbed. We got the power people, yeah we do. We voted GEJ out. For the first time I can say nigerians are GRADUALLY getting delivered from sentiments and tribalism. I honestly thought it won't be possible to overthrow the present government but I'm impressed and amazed at the outcome. It was true and fair.

Kudos to President Goodluck Jonathan, for great sportsmanship and taking a bow honourably. 


To GMB, hat raised for him. He's tenacity has been epic! Fought hard for today's win. Wish you a peaceful rule.



Now I think it's plain tacky that some people have carried this thing as government work. Sorry your preferred candidate didn't win but please for pete's sake stop spreading hate speeches and fear about the next government. Please stop. These are the kind of things that start wars. Whatever will be will be. No amount of billions spent and hateful campaigns and propaganda can change what has happened. Things happen sometimes against our wish. Eventually, you'll be ruled for at least 4 years by the same man you've called a bigot, terrorist, boko haram commander, cattle rearer, illiterate, etc. It could be a bitter pill to swallow but you just have to live with that...
Even the president has accepted his loss by sending his opponent congratulatory messages. So please chill. Your ranting doesn't change the price of ijebu garri. Ok? instead pray for the new president elect. Put aside religion and tribalism. Support him and the country the best way you can, after all if GEJ won your salary won't increase. Same also goes to GMB's supporters, the insults are so not necessary. Show some
respect. 
So Brace yourself peeps, a new somebody has entered the arena. The hyped General marching at full throttle. 

Stomp stomp salute! 
Alas, the price of suya will reduce. Lol. 
Sai Buhari. Sai baba. Sai one Nigeria.
PS: I'm so gonna miss Dame Patience Jonathan- *tear*. . . . 
God bless Nigeria.
Happy New Nigeria!!!





Friday, 6 March 2015

POET'S CORNER

Beautiful piece by my friend ANITA EBOIGBE. She's a terrific writer, book author, movie director. Thanks for featuring on my blog. 
And oh she's 17.....


I am African, I know but would you rather beat me for it, or hate me. How long will I continue to strangle myself, hold my parents responsible and query my God for being African? My hair is black, my skin is black, my voice thick and my neck long but it doesn't change the fact that I am strong, bold and beautiful.
Take my hair as thick strands of binding cords that binds families and nations rather than whips of self defeat. Have a vision of my skin as black gold, priceless and full of life not as charred and dead to comfort. Make my voice a sound of wisdom and confidence and not as a cry of hunger or pain. Know that my long neck is not as a result of suffering but as a tool of foresight. INFERIOR, that's not my identity, its your ideology. 

Monday, 2 March 2015

You suck.

Not just a linkbait headline. Lol...(well maybe it is) I seriously mean it though. if you are a great God fearing guy with a kick-ass career, nice ride and your peers and the ladies don’t want to lick you alive. You suck.

Now here's where I'm coming from.

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…No, scratch that, it was just around my street. I met up with a charming guy who was incredible at what he did. He wasn’t good, he was finger licking fire f-awesome. And yet, he had problems attracting females, and even if he did manage to attract them he never understood why they disappeared in a twinkle. Neither did I, until we met at a cafe, and I saw him writing an email to a babe. It was the worst email I’ve ever read. He used all the wrong words, was clueless about basic human psychology, lacked empathy in dealing with a woman's  heart. He was indeed a written train wreck. Which was strange, because the guy was fun to be around (sorta).

But judging from that email writing style, i imagined being with a guy like him! That sounded as pleasant as slaving away in a Russian prison camp in Siberia. Naked. Now first of all who on earth sends emails? Is it a job interview?  What happened to phone calls or more interactive social networks like bbm, whatsapp....I mean email to a girl you intend to take out on a date, and with such scruffy and pointless content.  Arghhh. Face / palm. And there he goes: nkem "Why do most girls never reply to my mails"
Me : “Because your toasting skills  makes Grumpy Cat sound like Mother Theresa on happy pills.”

Moving on! Why are good people so freaking boring!? Sometimes I feel like resetting the brains of these so called born again people with a sledgehammer. You get so overtly spiritual and delude yourself that you don't got blood in your veins. The evil minded doosh are out there, they are so much fun and they get the attention. They know how to hook us, how to make us happy even when there's nothing to be happy about, and how to make us come back for more by Just talking.

You meet someone who's successful, a gentle man, attractive and has a great smile and, best of all, he is straight! Then you feel as though he is too good to be true as if the universe handed you Mr. Perfect on a silver platter. At the same time there's a little problem, you feel nothing romantic toward him. No freaking spark. Then you find yourself pinning over your ex who dumped you for another woman. Pathetic! This may sound familiar to many of you. cannot figure out why the nice guys bore the f&%k out of you and how you can be so incredibly attracted to the guy that does not have his life together or avoids the word committed relationship like the Swine Flu.

Brothers/sisters be spontaneous, romantic and sexy. It's not a sin. Trust me! Paste a kiss on his/her forehead or cheek once in a while (it won't hurt). Look and smell nice. Educate yourself. Ask questions about the opposite sex, read books on dating and lifestyle, Just read. Enhance your vacabs. Use happy and positive words. Everyone loves people that can make'em laugh. I don’t mean positive like “YOU’RE ZE BEST GIRL EVER” or “let’z be happy”. Lol

With positive words, I mean words that you want him/her to picture, which is trickier than it sounds, hang out with your peers. Follow the trends. (wisely) Download bbm and whatsapp and skype like every one else. Watch Tv, Open a facebook account biko. Embrace your suckyness and move from level 1 to level 2, still sucking, but at least knowing why. Only then will you re-awake your hunger to suck less.

Disclaimer : Keep in mind that I’m not a guru here. so this is a never ending learning process for everyone.
Please share this message with people you care about, and add another dating/friendship tip that helps you communicate better with the opposite sex

I want to learn as well ;)






Friday, 13 February 2015

Tiny Stories.

Here’s a selection of 10 tiny summarised love stories I searched for. Makes Me Think, warmed my heart and made me smile too. I hope they do the same for you.


1.  Today, I walked my daughter down the aisle. Ten years ago I pulled a 14 year old boy out of his mom’s fire-engulfed SUV after a serious accident. Doctors initially said he would never walk again. My daughter came with me several times to visit him at the hospital. Then she started going on her own. Today, seeing him defy the odds and smile widely, standing on his own two feet at the altar as he placed a ring on my daughter’s finger.

2. Today, when she woke up from an eleven month coma, she kissed me and said, “Thank you for being here, and telling me those beautiful stories, and never giving up on me… And yes, I will marry you."

3. Today, I re-read the suicide letter I wrote on the afternoon of September 2nd 1996 about two minutes before my girlfriend showed up at my door and told me, “I’m pregnant.” Suddenly I felt I had a reason to live. Today she’s my wife. We’ve been happily married for 14 years. And my daughter, who is almost 15 now, has two younger brothers. I re-read my suicide letter from time to time as a reminder to be thankful – I am thankful I got a second chance at life and love.

4. Today, a woman who must have her voicebox removed due to cancer is enrolled in my sign language class. Her husband, four children, two sisters, brother, mother, father, and twelve close friends are also enrolled in the same class so they can communicate with her after she loses her ability to speak aloud.


5. Today, I am the proud mom of a blind 17-year-old boy. Although my son was born without his sense of sight, it hasn’t stopped him from being a straight A student, a guitarist (whose band just surpassed 25,000 downloads of their first album), and a loving boyfriend to his long-term girlfriend, Valerie. Just today, his younger sister asked him what he likes about Valerie, and he said, “Everything. She’s beautiful.”

6.  Today, my mother passed away after a long battle with cancer.  My best friend lives 2000 miles away and called to comfort me.  While on the phone, he asked, “What would you do if I showed up at your house and gave you the biggest hug in the world?”  “I would surely smile,” I replied.  And then he rang my doorbell.

7.  Today, my daughter accepted her boyfriend’s marriage proposal. He is 3 years older than her. They started dating when she was 14 and he was 17. I never liked the age difference when they were kids. When he turned 18 a week before she turned 15, my husband insisted they break-up. They maintained a friendship, but went on to date other people. Now at the ages of 24 and 27, I’ve never seen two people more in love.

8.  Today, I’m a mother of 2 and a grandmother of 4. At 17 I got pregnant with twins. When my boyfriend and friends found out I wasn’t going to abort them, they turned a cold shoulder to me. But I pressed forward, worked full-time while attending school, graduated high school and college, and met a guy in one of my classes who has loved my children like his own for the last 50 years.  

9.  Today, on our 10th anniversary, she handed me a suicide note she wrote when she was 22, on the exact day we met. And she said, “For all these years I didn’t want you to know how foolish and unstable I was back when we met. But even though you didn’t know, you saved me. Thank you.”

10.  Today, I sat down with my two daughters, ages 4 and 6, to explain to them that we have to move out of our 4 bedroom house and into a 1 bedroom apartment for awhile until I can find another job that pays well. My daughters looked at each other for a moment and then my youngest daughter turned to me and asked, “Are we all moving into the. apartment together?” “Yes,” I replied. “Oh, so no big deal then,” she said. 



And oh.....
HAPPY VALENTINE





Thursday, 5 February 2015

St. Valentine



Let me introduce myself. My name is Valentine. I lived in Rome during the third century. That was long, long ago! At that time, Rome was ruled by an emperor named Claudius. I didn't like Emperor Claudius, and I wasn't the only one! A lot of people shared my feelings.

Claudius wanted to have a big army. He expected men to volunteer to join. Many men just did not want to fight in wars. They did not want to leave their wives and families. As you might have guessed, not many men signed up. This made Claudius furious. So what happened? He had a crazy idea. He thought that if men were not married, they would not mind joining the army. So Claudius decided not to allow any more marriages. Young people thought his new law was cruel. I thought it was preposterous! I certainly wasn't going to support that law!

Did I mention that I was a priest? One of my favorite activities was to
marry couples. Even after Emperor Claudius passed his law, I kept on performing marriage ceremonies -- secretly, of course. It was really quite exciting. Imagine a small candlelit room with only the bride and groom and myself. We would whisper the words of the ceremony, listening all the while for the steps of soldiers.

One night, we did hear footsteps. It was scary! Thank goodness the couple I was marrying escaped in time. I was caught. (Not quite as light on my feet as I used to be, I guess.) I was thrown in jail and told that my punishment was death.

I tried to stay cheerful. And do you know what? Wonderful things happened. Many young people came to the jail to visit me. They threw flowers and notes up to my window. They wanted me to know that they, too, believed in love.

One of these young people was the daughter of the prison guard. Her father allowed her to visit me in the cell. Sometimes we would sit and talk for hours. She helped me to keep my spirits up. She agreed that I did the right thing by ignoring the Emperor and going ahead with the secret marriages. On the day I was to die, I left my friend a little note thanking her for her friendship and loyalty. I signed it, "Love from your Valentine."

I believe that note started the custom of exchanging love messages on Valentine's Day. It was written on the day I died, February 14, 269 A.D. Now, every year on this day, people remember. But most importantly, they think about love and friendship. And when they think of Emperor Claudius, they remember how he tried to stand in the way of love. love cannot be beaten!


Sunday, 11 January 2015

Why you should lie to yourself to be successful.


I want to give you an example. Let’s call him John. Let’s say john is a special character.
He’s short, ugly and speaks broken English. If you see him, you either ignore or feel sorry for him. Except you shouldn’t feel sorry for him, because short, ugly-ass, broken English lulling John is a woman magnet deluxe.
He waddles into a room, like a stoned penguin, oozing an aura so intense your glass starts shaking. Like he’s from another planet. Like he’s a semi-god with coke in his blood. You listen to him, and you hear a lot of rubbish. You tell yourself, this guy doesn’t make any sense. My 82 year old grandmother with her speech impediment makes more sense. But it doesn’t matter. Because John’s busy owning the moment. Getting loony with the ladies, melting them like a flamethrower. Woosh. John is a bonafide womanizer.
It’s surreal. Truth is, John does something which we all should be doing. He’s lying to himself and by the end of this article, I tell you what lie John told himself.

BTW –This is where the real post begins. A lot of folks fail with their creative careers. I always thought they lacked resources, and / or lacked skills, but that’s not really the case. In this age of being online 24/7, learning skills is pretty much free or very cheap and only needs time. No. I believe that most (creative) peeps fail because of negative self-manipulation.
They fail because…they think they lack the qualifications, they think the competition is too hard they think because they failed in the past, they are going to fail in the future they think they don’t deserve it. In short, they miss self-confidence.

CON-FI-DENCE
Well, guess what. You need confidence to be successful. And guess what, confidence, like every other concept created by mankind, is a lie.
It’s all fake. Confidence, low self-esteem, self-worth, blah blah. All concepts we use to navigate within a difficult world. A made up system that we take too seriously. Just think about it. we’re all neither important nor useless. We just are. We’ll come into this world as a meat puppets marching on two legs, and we’re going to leave this world as meat puppets staggering on two legs. Big deal, except it isn’t. Let this sink in. Blast your brain. (LOL) We’re “just” a collection of atoms, arranged in a specific way. It’s all atoms, folks, just atoms. 
The only value you give, or take from yourself, comes from your mind. And only from your mind. It’s a human-made lie. Whether you wake up in the morning, and believe you are the grandest human being on the planet, or believe you’re a lowlife that loses out, you lying to yourself in both cases honey. In case you don't understand what I'm saying take a deep breath, go back and read again, if you still don't then you do not belong to the ruling class which this post is made for (hugs)



It’s time to tell yourself a better lie. I think iv built a new mindset, and you can join me. It’s over-the-top, but then again, all great ideas are. This is what I believe now :
If you wake up in the morning, and you don’t believe you can be the greatest human being on the planet, you’re wasting oxygen. Simple! Your only job then is to become your greatest self, the greatest living thing in this galaxy. There's enough space for every single one to be great trust me. Let’s get deeper.
Now that we decided that confidence is just a concept, and that every concept is a lie that we made up anyways, let’s create a concept that helps us thrive as creatives. Which means from now on, we’re going to lie to ourselves in the most positive way possible. 
Five ways to lie yourself to confidence 
Guess you've heard of incantations?
I use them everyday. They are self-affirmations that you say, or shout, at yourself. ( I learnt this from my pastor actually) We do some affirmations in church every sunday before He gives the message; This is the word of life, I am what it says I am, I have what it says I have nd bla bla...
So Everyday, I get off my bed, jam up my fav music, and shout in front of a mirror or wall :

I’m Ejiro Eteri.
I’m going to rock this day with endless fire inside. I’m awesome, awesome, awesome. I’m the most important person in my life. I'm fabulous! I have the most terrific and hawtest boyfriend.
I am Ejiro.
Or something like that. I’m not saying it, I’m shouting it. My lungs are at maximum capacity. You want some real oomph behind the words, not some mellow mouth farts that dissipate.
Hint : if you crank up the music, you feel less insane screaming at your mirror image.


I can feel it everyday now. When I walk through the streets, I talk to strangers. I talk to sexy hexy guys that would have melted me in the past. No more splosh. (still get nervous, but it’s the good kind. The kind that keeps you alert.) Do that every day, and you re-program your brain. A lie often told becomes the truth for you.

Get rid of people.
(this is not a lie, but an actual action.)
I cut some old friends off Because they  are poison to my soul. We shared similar worlds views at some point, but with time, our views drifted away.  No probs with that, but when we meet up, and they deconstruct my life style choice. I didn’t need that, so I went into massive proning. Instead, mingle with people who believe the same lies as you. Sometimes in other to embrace your destiny you have to make changes. This may mean that you have to change some friends you spend time with. Maybe they were fine for a season in your life but now you have outgrown them. 

Make yourself move.
Now, this I learnt from Tony Robbins (google his talks) and listen to recent studies your body movement influences your confidence. If you’re only massaging your butt muscles, because you’re sitting 24/7 in front of the computer, you can’t develop confidence. You need to move more. In-between my butt sitting sessions, I jump around, I dance, even sing. I do whatever it takes to get my body exercising. The more you move your body, even when talking, the more active you feel, the more confident you feel. If you talk while flailing your arms, because you’re talking about a topic you’re passionate about, you feel like energetic, confident. Go try it.

Curiosity – Getting into the KNOW.
Hardest lesson, but probably the most useful. Perk your ears for this one.
Self-manipulation is powerful, but when it isn’t backed up by actual skill, you’re delusional. (as in you crazy) Baad. Tell yourself the positive lie of getting more curious. I was never really curious, but I made myself become it (well thank God for mentorship). I said – how is Google working ? How I can I become better at talking to guys? Why ? Because curiosity leads to learning more, and learning leads to skill acquisition.
Getting better each and every day, getting into the KNOW. Right now I'm a freaking junkie for knowledge. I read everything readable.


Separate your mind from the body.
Wish I can remember the book I got this from. Sounds meta, but hear me out. It’s a trick, but it does wonders for me. Pretend your character is a soul, and that your body is “just” a vehicle you currently occupy. Like a car you can step in and out. Every slant, rant, curse against you is really just against your mis-use of your vehicle. Your “soul” always stays unaffected, it’s just learning to how ride the damn thing. This mindset helps you become emotionally detached from your daily struggle. You don’t take things as personal, but you’re still passionate about life.

Remember short and ugly John from? He told himself he was a sex bomb walking on two human legs.
For some reason, he really thought he was the shiiiaaat. And guess what? That lie distorted the view about himself, and the world around him, to he's advantage. He oozed confidence, which allowed him to attract ladies. It made him a sexy beast without actually being one.



Remember, confidence, like everything else you will ever come up with, is a lie. A language fabrication made by our ancestors to help them navigate within the world. You’re made of the same stuff as a zit, a river, a meteor burning in the sky. No value, no label. You’re just a collection of atoms. Feed it with the right lies. Tell positive lies about yourself that suit your character creation.

Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Hey Kobogisters!!!

Here’s a short, but juicy write-up of the good I did with building my  online brand in 2014. I hope you soak up this post like a hungry Spongebob Squarepants – there may be  some “aha” – moments and warnings you don’t want to avoid.

Sharpening my inner voice. In the beginning of this year, my style was mellow. I experimented a lot behind the scenes. I was clearly listening to my lizard brain and didn’t ship  a lot of my (visual) work, because I thought it wasn’t good enough. I was avoiding going all the way to the edge, hiding in a boring-ass SAFE corner and playing things semi-safe. Boo !

When I finally came to my senses in october or so, with the help of a terrific encourager (you know yourself. Hope you see this and dash me money) I swallowed some “What the hell” – pills and jumped right into my ocean of epicness. My writing became more authentic and in some parts offensive, because I was fully sharing my mind without doing any
CENSORING. And that meant over-the-top strange language, hefty opinions. Booya! In other words; kobogist was born!


Lesson. Safety first – this slogan doesn’t deserve to be in the online space. You’re not going to experience a harmful digital car crash so there’s no point of using your seat belts. Go full throttle and don’t worry about crashing – the worst that can happen to you is that people ignore you online. Bah. You can handle that, right ? (I said to myself)
Connecting with some awesome movers-and-shakers. I have talked to some pretty kick-ass digital crusaders and terrific people this year,  both offline and in the REAL world.  In fact, I made it a deliberate effort to connect with online influences every week. I always talk about making connections, because your network is the security of your future.

Lesson: biko don’t play Rambo and try to take the world all by yourself. You’re going to fail so hard it’s not even funny. Mingle with the mavericks. You will gain so much attention and value by connecting with like-minded creators, it will advance your (and their) career so fast Angels will fall jealously from the cloud. Help each other and rocket-fly your influence.

What 2015 will bring;

Oh 2015! I’m going to grill it’s green ass Lol...The stories you can tell and the ones told about you at the end of the day is what life is about, and I’ve made it my goal to create as many stories as I can.
Starting with January I’m going to post more frequently (God help me). I will include a lot of cartoons and even little cartoon stories about living and working on your own terms, infusing some edgy brand/marketing visuals into the mix.

This blog is going to be a hybrid between stunning graphics and edgy edu-taining content. I’ll build a kick-ass online gallery and move my site one step closer to the global entertainment brand I’ve always envisioned.

I wish you a glorious shiny new start into 2015. We’re going to rock the new year so hard the titans are going to drop their yellowed pants. Thank you kobogisters! Kisses.