Now the semester is done and exams knock ..
I dread the size of your course work ..
But I will bank on your good luck ..

RESPONSE: “I swear to God, I haven’t read!”

But you were there in every class ..
And all your tests, you aced en masse ..
You never had a meagre pass ..

RESPONSE: “I freestyled all. I did not read!”

You spend days locked in “Big LT” ..
And hold night rounds at “Small LT” ..
You rarely leave the school library ..
What were you doing there?

RESPONSE: “I went to sleep, I could not read!”

Your books rival Senate building in height ..
And your handouts make others gasp in fright ..
Your jottings nearly blur one’s sight ..

RESPONSE: “They are all untouched sheets, I’m yet to read!”

You “pammed” A’s in MTS 315 ..
And made light work of MTS 415 ..
The other ones you devoured raw ..

RESPONSE: “Must be sheer luck. I did not read!”

My friend, one day I pray you’ll tell ..
How you don’t read and pass so well ..

RESPONSE: “I know it sounds like I mislead. I can’t explain. I do not read!”

You do not read? How then do you pass?

*The average FUTA student will claim they haven’t read anything, no matter how hard or how long they have.




The sudden malaria I feel from within ..
Is innocent of a female anopheles ..
For when school pressure volunteers to be the mosquito ..
Stress wilfully becomes the disease ..
That brings this kind of bodily fever.

Anxiety is the internal volcano ..
That has chosen this moment to erupt ..
Why else do I feel an internal combustion ..
That betrays my inner calm ..
How words printed on white paper ..
Besiege my memory ..
Threatening my “igi iwe” ..
To bring forth “eso odo” .

This is the moment and place ..
Where recollection reigns supreme ..
And knowledge is only titular ..
Where futures may or may not depend ..
On retrieved memories ..
But success will surely come up short ..
In the absence of recollection ..
It has not begun and I am tired already .
The next few hours feel like a marathon
That should explain why my nose is running!


Time sits still for a while ..
And suddenly becomes insufficient ..
If the pen was truly mightier than the sword ..
My inner Genghis Khan should do this writing ..
Memory should bear his armour ..
And recollection should give him counsel ..
In this war that is fought mainly on papers ..
Where mighty ones often falter ..
And various GPs meet their maker.

Get or be gotten ..
Let exam sheets recite the Lord’s Prayer ..
Hallowed be my scores ..
My will be done on these sheets ..
These questions lead me to temptation
But I lead them back ..
To their cremation ..
Deliver me from E-portal ..
For if ink is blood ..
I have formed an alliance with my pen(cil) ..
I am guilty of bloodshed.

Exam is labour period ..
Memory is a midwife ..
The fifth alphabet (E) is closest to a stillbirth ..
An “F” is the ultimate miscarriage ..
That screams fervently in my face ..
That if I still want something out of this .
I will have to do it again!



All thanks, glory and adoration be to GOD Almighty.


It is on this note that I appreciate everyone, who had communicated to me through phone calls, text messages, Facebook posts/comments, Whatsapp messages, Twitter mentions, Instagram likes/comments, BBM messages, Skype calls, etc, and above all, the seen and unseen prayers, for emerging as the winner of the MTN FOOTBALL SCHOLAR MVP Award, Akure edition, may GOD reward you all abundantly.

Sunday, August 2, 2015, will forever remain an indelible memory that will go with me to my grave. It started like every other day. Well, to be honest, it didn’t start like every other day. It started like the most important day of my football career till date. I remember the final of the Amuwo Odofin Housing Estate under-17 championship, it still remains my most tensed up football date. I ended up scoring a hat-trick for my zone, B-Zone, to lift the trophy. It was a memorable day for a young lad like me. On the 2nd of August, 2015, I kept on using the words of the legendary Italian maestro, Andrea Pirlo, to warm my heart. He said:

“I spent the morning of July 6, 2006 (the day Italy lifted the world cup in Germany) busy playing my Play Station game. In the evening, I went out to win the World Cup in Berlin. I don’t allow pressure get to me.”
That’s coolness personified!

Days before the #FUTAfc vs #MTNFootballScholarStars match, I kept on repeating Pirlo’s words to myself. On the day of the match, I was pumped up for the game. It turned out to be the easiest of games for me. The day preceeding the match, I, with some of my team mates, watched the MTN Stars training session right there at the FUTA Sports Complex. I must confess, a lot of my team mates were intimidated by the MTN Stars. They were well kit with scintillating footwork being displayed, well fed with bulging 6-packs.That made my job as the captain of my team more difficult. Raising the belief level of my team mates was more difficult than the match itself!

As a team, we had lost 2 consecutive home games in less than 6 weeks, having gone 6 years without losing a single match at home! Our home (the FUTA Sports Complex), which was a fortress, where we hunted teams with regular ruthlessness was fast becoming our own hunting ground, where we got slaughtered at will. That was unacceptable. The next opponent had to pay the price. Unfortunately for us, the next opponent turned out to be the MTN Stars. A team that was formed through excellent scouting network all over Nigeria. The best young talented footballers were selected. They were given an opportunity to combine football with academics, hence the appellation “MTN Football Scholar”. They were flown abroad for intensive training sessions. Upon their return to Nigeria, MTN set them out on a tour of the country to showcase what they’ve acquired after going through the MTN Football Scholar initiative. These were young lads who dream, eat, breathe and play football. It was on this basis, that a lot of apprehension and fear where entrenched in the hearts of some teammates and a lot of our fans alike. It was simply a mission impossible!

About 2 weeks before the match, I became “boot-less”. My soccer boot got messed up beyond repair. I was stark broke. Acquiring a boot was a herculean task for me. For the first time in 7 years, I became a footballer without a soccer boot! With all sense of humility and gratitude to GOD, I transformed from a chap who gave people soccer kits, to a chap without a soccer boot!

I rallied round, raised funds, sent it to a very close friend of mine in Lagos to help me buy a boot, as I couldn’t afford the boots available in Akure. I pleaded with this good friend of mine, I explained the reason I had to send the last dime on me to him and how important the match against the MTN Stars could be. That turned out to be the worst decision I took this year. Both the soccer boot and my money went into thin air. Till today, I have neither gotten my boot nor my money! I called him severally, he refused to pick my calls. I sent him text messages, no response. I buzzed him via BBM, he would read and won’t reply.  That was a chap I called my “friend”. The Friday before the match, I sent him a short sms, telling him how he “betrayed” my friendship. I had to play the biggest match of my career in borrowed boot! Since I won the MVP, he has been too ashamed to congratulate me. I won laurels. I lost a bad friend. Good deal if you ask me.

Three days before the match, I was summoned to my department, my long running travails with both the school management and my department has been well documented, I thought I was in for some reprimanding. Nothing scares me any more, especially when it comes to the relationship between Salami Ismail Oyewale, Academics and Activism.

The departmental secretary said:

“Salami o ti finali graduate – Salami, you’ve finally graduated”.

I wasn’t surprised. I was only grateful to GOD. I’ve been through a lot just to graduate. I was relieved. This story is surely for another day. Keep a date with me folks.

A summary of my life goes thus:

“At 7am on Friday, July 31, 2015, we held a protest in Akure against heavy duty vehicles (tankers, trucks etc) plying major routes between 7am – 6pm, as the increasing rate of death of Nigerian students and youths caused by accidents involving heavy duty vehicles was becoming alarming.

By 3pm same day, I was summoned by the department. I thought it was because of the protest. Only to find out it was to be informed “I have finally graduated”.

On, Sunday, August 2, 2015, I was playing the biggest football match of my career! ”

That’s how I roll!


The match turned out to be peanuts. The MTN chaps were poor. I will attribute that to jet lag and fatigue for they had played two matches in three days in different parts of Nigeria (Abuja and Enugu). Travelling down to Akure for their third match in five days was too much to ask of the young bodies of the MTN Stars. All the travelling was by road, the Nigerian road. I knew we had a chance. We started the match on the front foot. Bouyed by the large turnout of our fans, our tempo was higher, we played the hungrier football, aggressive in tackling, slick in passing, first to all loose balls. Inside the first 10 minutes of the game, we were a goal ahead, albeit via the penalty spot. I received a pass from our winger. Wiggled past a defender, spotted the run of a charging MTN Stars defender from behind, I paused and invited his challenge from behind, he clumsily clattered into me from behind. I needed no second invitation, I went to the ground in the box. The lineman and the referee did the rest. I unselfishly left the penalty kick to a team mate. He dispatched it into the bottom corner, sending the MTN goalkeeper the wrong way. The FUTA Sports Complex erupted into loud cheers like a volcano. Our fans were ecstatic. Wild celebrations and jubilation filled the air.

At the restart, we continued our high tempo pressing. Forced them into many basic errors. We got very close to scoring our second. After a neat interplay of passes. I sprayed the ball wide to our right winger. He cut in unto his left foot, struck the ball low and powerful. The MTN goalkeeper, despite being at full stretch, was well beaten. The ball struck the upright post and fell kindly to our left winger right there in the six-yard box. How he miscued  his shot still beats my imagination. He slammed the ball into the ground, thus missing the target with the goal post at his mercy. I almost broke down in tears. We all couldn’t believe it!

As the game wore on, the MTN Stars settled in, and they started dictating proceedings. We were left playing on the back foot. Chances came both sides. With half time beckoning, the pace of the game slowed down considerably. Upon resumption of hostilities in the second half, the MTN Stars picked up momentum. They were in charge for large spells. The FUTA FC team was contended with containing them. The fans were baying for more blood but our feet were giving in. Tiredness was visible on all our faces. With about two minutes to go, our defence was breached. A mix up by the goalkeeper allowed their striker a free sight at goal. He grabbed it with both hands. The score was level. FUTA FC 1 – MTN STARS 1. The final whistle was blown to much fanfare.
We were happy we didn’t lose at home. The MTN STARS were happy they got a draw. It was a win-win scenario for both sides.

While we were waiting for the presentation of the #MVP award, IYANYA thrilled us all with his musical prowess. To be honest, I already had my choice for the MVP. To my utmost surprise, my name was reeled out as the winner. I was happy and relieved. The team was in a joyous mood. The celebration was akin to us winning a trophy!

Thank you MTN Nigeria for the “MTN FOOTBALL SCHOLAR” initiative. We appreciate you for rewarding talented and gifted young Nigerian students.

Special thanks to the FUTA University Management for providing the necessary facilities and equipments for the display of our talents.

I will be ungrateful if I don’t commend the efforts of the Director, FUTA Sports Unit, Coach Ajibua Micheal Alayode and the entire coaches and staff of the FUTA Sports Unit, in making the FUTA team a viable one.

My unreserved appreciation goes out to the entire FUTA FC players. You all are my real MVP’s.

Europe is our next stop folks!  INSHA ALLAH



Today’s piece is a refresher of what life was back in the 90’s …

I’m lucky I was fortunate to belong to thise cadre of kids who had such childhood memories …

Importantly, if you don’t know and/or use any of the following items, then I was there at your naming ceremony and I ate your naming ceremony meal with ease. And you shouldn’t be discussing nigerian politics, yet … LOL

Well, I was intentionally messing around with the “new age/technology” kids. Those that grew up watching sound city/Afmag/Super sports etc …

I used them all and I’m still alive.
God, thanks a lot for the sustenance …


Have you seen this combination before?

Or better still did you use it back then when NITEL was fully operational? 


Imagine the return of NITEL?

At a tender age, I didn’t know what this card was used for but older folks told me it was for the phone booth. Always saw people call at the booths but was too young and ignorant to observe …

Those phone booths back then were more like a “no-go area” for the kids. I usually wondered how my dad contacted his relatives in Ibadan and Ilorin back then. I was a little chap then …

As the years went bye, I discovered it was a credit card (recharge card) used for making calls back then at telephone booth provided by NITEL in 1990s …

My dad and uncles had it, me? Who do I want to call with it?

Well the call card was sacred at that time. We could only look but never touch …

I know NITEL but then we didn’t have a telephone at home, for the home phone (landlines), call card wasn’t required, there’s a way you subscribe to NITEL, you pay monthly, it operates more like NEPA (I mean PHCN) billing system.

The call card is not for landlines at home, it’s actually used at NITEL phone booth state. Can you believe that? Not all states in Nigeria had the NITEL Phone booths. LOL!!!

Those days ehn, it was only on Sundays we do visit the phone booth to make call!! The queue there beats the BVN queue hands down!

I was so young then but I remember following the family (it’s more like a family outing then. lol) to Lagos Island (eko) where the booth was, we were staying at Jakande estate, Mile 2! All they did then was ‘Oya, talk to your aunty’ and before I said “hello” they’ll collect it and say “e yen na ti to. O ti ma n so’ro ju ” (that’s enough. You talk too much)! …

Lolzzzz… Those good old days when NITEL had total and absolute monopoly of the telecommunications industry …

You either buy this or you use NIPOST to send letters, which could take months to deliver …

Then, the child became a boy. I got admitted to the prestigious Federal Government College, Ogbomoso. NITEL phone booth was in place, only one booth, situated close to the security post at the gate. My FEGCO goons will remember this vividly. The nunber one item on my provision list was “NITEL Call Card”. I remember getting to school only to realise that the phone booth at school was dysfunctional! *tears

Well, the faulty phone booth was later fixed and I could make use of my NITEL Call card without the supervision of my elder ones. I thought I had arrived, only to find out that the “seniors” in the hostel were devil-reincarnate!  That’s a story for another day …

Use the NITEL card to call international number at your own peril …

1000 units, call rate was #5/unit (probably equivalent to #5,000 worth of today’s call card) for international call could get exhausted in less than 20 minutes. Damn!!! the card reads at Usain Bolt’s pace! …

I used it and I’m not that old, or am I? …

Hear what some older folks had to say:

EMEKA: “I used it my first two years in UNIBEN. I used to buy my own card from Lagos then and wait on the line at the Faculty of Agriculture to make a call”.

LADI: “As a UNILORIN student back then, we’ll take a cab to Post office area to make use of the phobe booth and card. We’ll wait on the line for nothing less than 30 minutes just to make a call of about 1:30 minutes!” Nostalgic.

ZAINAB: “So old. Alhaji bought me one in JS 2. He wanted to know where we were, per time, outside of the school gates. The crime rate in Lagos back then was off the charts. Riots, civil liberties protests against the military government, people lynched and burned robbery suspects right on the streets. Gory stuff.” …

WALE: “Kept mine in the fridge to replenish the units. When your unit goes below 5, just wrap your card in nylon and freeze it (in the freezer/fridge) a little, you’ll have more than 10units next time you insert it. Naija people don dey outsmart network providers since independence” …

NNAMDI: “ahhh great those phone booths. Wondered how my dad contacted his brother in PH then. Was little then. My uncle had a CELLULAR, the antena na die.” …

WARIS: “That was how we roll then,showing swag with the card, phone booth things. Technology is good,imagine queueing to make a silly call then.” …

OKAFOR: “NITEL!!! Their cables at our backyard served as our lines to spread cloth. Lol. E get some cheats sef. That freezer chilling of the card cheat then was dope.”


* Black and White TV sets
* Brick Game
* Cassette Player and Cassettes



The “NTA 7” Newscaster got me! ROTFLMAO!!! …

I remember the Black and White television set of yesteryears, we had something like that made by Sanyo.

It was a very “stubborn telly”, if purchased brand new, you’ll marvel at its operations …

If purchased “second-hand” (fairly used), my people, you’re in for it. If you want to increase the volume, you slap the telly by the side! If you want a clear screen vision/picture, you knock/hit the top of the telly. Funny and very frustrating indeed! Every body in my house was a “telly technician/expert”. The meanest punishment our parents could give us then was to lock the telly (the tv was constructed inside a cupboard-like frame) and take the keys with them to work. No watching of TV till they come back home! Time really flies!!! …

Trying to repack a loose cassette was the toughest task one could think of. I usually end up ruining the entire tape.

Brick game was 5 times bigger than Play Station! If you don’t have one, you’re gone! My immediate elder brother was a guru in it. I could wait 5 hours to play my turn, which wouldn’t last 10 minutes. The guy just keeps breaking down the blocks!

The biggest sporting event while I was growing up as a Nigerian was our giant strides in football … Tunisia ’94, USA ’94 and Atlanta ’96 …


Gosh I used to love Okin biscuits like cra’y, especially the “rectangular one”. I can still remember the taste now! … My God!

Tales had it that the Indian manager at the company producing Okin buscuits had a misunderstanding with the CEO. He left angrily with his magic and that led to the downfall of the company till date …

There’s stove then, it always had blue flames, not the nonsense we see today that always blackens our pots with red flames! …

Our blue band margarine/butter was in a tin container then. It had a unique taste not this one in the market now …

The Bournvita Beverage was also classic …

That coal iron burnt my elder sisters pinafore (I’ve got lots of elder sisters, about 9), so I know what I’m saying. I wasn’t left out too, my wears then in the boarding house didn’t escape the wrath of the coal iron. oh! Good old days. Many people are still using the iron till this day …

I used to have a catapult. It was the only thing that made visiting the village fun. The birds saw hell in my hands! …

There’s this lyrics we chorus to those exercise books: “Ede times Ede, Remi ko ni iya, Segun elere bolu, Odabo odabo Kayode” …

If you know and had a taste of Sprint bubble gum, Trebor, Goody Goody, Ajinomoto (we pronounce it Ajilomoto), Tandi Gurana, 3-Orange men, Limca, Gold Spot, Sports billy, Birdman, Ovides videos, Telematch, etc, my dear, *your head is there and you’re fully carried*

Good old days when life was sweet and peaceful …
Oh, the good old days. Where are thou?


Please, feel free to add your classic childhood memories in the comment section. #Bless



Each time I see what “Bayo Omoboriowo” does with photography, even as a 4.26 graduate of chemistry, I marvel.

I ask my self what is the essence of Education? If doing what you like pays the bill and makes you shine like Buhari’s shoe and keeps your head high like Jonathan’s Fedora hat…

…then that is the true essence of schooling…to polish your skills and give you opportunity to think wide…

Think like Wizkid, Dare Art alade, Runtown, Flavour, 2face etc to write rhymes and flows that would change your life for good…

…if writing your way to the top like “Japheth Omojuwa” would save your ass from GNLD Job invites…then keep the ball rolling…

…if only we know what the future holds for us, may be we would be more tactical and change our views about life and what true Education is all about…

Who buys all the Buggati, Ferrari, Benz 4matics, Fords of this world? … Business men and people with skills and great dexterity and not civil servants! Well except civil servants looting the treasury…

Who travels around the world and see places? … Definitely not 8am – 6pm workers…

Who builds all the mansions we all see on the front covers of magazines? … Definitely not paid workers but innovators…

Possibly when we start thinking out of the box, of how to at least to put food on our table, may be we would stop distributing CV’s to all our enemies…

Every job interview is another story for another day, the agony and level of HR’s constant show of remorse and ineptitude is so down casting… Until we are able to tell them, that we are better than that piece of paper called certificate, then we shall trample on vices that has always been stopping us from progressing…

Job Applicants, let’s think, follow our subconsciousness, let’s listen to our inner minds, work on our ideas, ideas are mind virus that replicates with time. Ideas rules the world, it can take us to places, it gives us the only secured job we all have been looking for… After all, what we are looking for is survival, conviniency and satisfaction…

If that hobby we overlook is giving us stipends, then it’s safe to say we can get much more from it, if we devout more time and become more passionate about it…

We can make it as a standup comedian, if “I-go-die” can do it…

We can make it as an On Air Personality (OAP), if we start a little as functions/programmes MC…

We can create better Apps than “Whatsapp”, better blogs than “Linda Ikeji”, better forum than even “Nairaland”…

We can do well as a fashion designer, if Wasiu Taiwo (Wessy Fashions) who used to be M.K.O’s tailor can today build a continental suites…

Today we see how all this small artistes, buying flashy cars and mansions all around, yet most didn’t even do up to one-quarter of what we went through in the university…

Let’s look around our environment, what problem can we solve that can fetch us something, no matter how small it is? … Definitely we won’t be where we are yesterday even though we may not in any way be near where we want to be…

Let’s keep an open mind and do something behind while we keep sending our CV’s (if we still feel the need)… Indeed, opportunities abound if only we can comb and scan our environments…

After all,
Paid Jobs = Money
Service Provision & Talents = Money
Business = Money


Still on the street sha … Every man must live his own path … Every “Odenigbo”, “Adisa” and “Garba” would one day find his level…

Then, we shall say we have ARRIVED…

God bless all the “never-say-never” dudes and chics still on the street…
Shout out to those “street dons” giving us the “can do” spirit and the “going inspiration”… if “Small Doctor” is making it at the moment, who says you can’t? …


Just thinking … Echoes from the voice of the wriggling Nigeria youths on the street…

It shall be well with us…





Growing up in a small town called Bexley, Ohio, USA, I knew I always wanted more out of life. I grew up in a place where some families had Range Rovers and lived in mansions while
other families had beat up Hondas and lived in tiny homes. I was always curious why some succeeded financially while others seemed to always struggle. More so, I was always trying to figure out in my head what I was going to do to achieve financial success.

Around 16/17 years old, I became obsessed with a “lifestyle”. I remember watching Entourage while growing up and always saying to myself that one day I was going to live that type of life. I had no idea how it was going to happen,
but I knew it would happen. Also around that time, I was introduced to people
like Tony Robbins and Les Brown, I was given the book “Think Big & Kick Ass” by Donald Trump, as well as “Rich Dad
Poor Dad” by Robert Kiyosaki. To this day I remember getting sent into the hall from my Chemistry class because I
had one of my “personal development” books inside of my Periodic Table of Elements textbook and Ms. Blanchard (my Chemistry teacher) did not like that.

Throughout school, I always did enough to merely get by. I would configure “how low my score could be” to keep a “B” in most classes, maintain my 3.0 GPA and keep my mom happy. At 17, I received a 1490/2400 on my SAT and was told that was way below average and was told that I need to increase my test scores/get smarter to attend a “good” university. Me being stubborn, I didn’t even retake the SAT! I applied to 3 schools, 2 said heck NO, and ASU (Arizona State University) let me in.

At 18, I dropped out of the business school because I refused to take Calculus courses and my economics teacher (after receiving a 63% on our first exam) told me that I would never earn any money, amount to much, and companies wouldn’t hire me if I didn’t understand the basic economic
principles of the country. At 19, I saw a “Million Dollar Listing” on TV, saw young guys making money with nice cars, the next day, I applied and took a taxi to the real estate school. The front desk lady suggested I wait until after college to obtain my license, I didn’t listen, I took the 90 in seat hours, failed the exam 12+ times, finally got it, closed some deals, made probably $30,000 – $40,000 and got my first taste of entrepreneurship.

Throughout college, most of the teachers talked about JOBS!!! They talked about filling out resumes. They even spoke about “unpaid internships” and taking a low paying job for a few years and “waiting our turns”. They passed out the “average incomes of certain careers” worksheet and none of them made much sense to me and quite frankly pissed me off. I never worked an internship while in school, and quickly, I began to develop almost a “hate” towards “jobs”.

Fast forward 2011, I got approached to get involved with “Network Marketing” with VEMMA Nutrition Company. I thought it was a scam, too good to be true, and thought it was dumb. Did some research, met the Founder and CEO of the VEMMA Nutrition Company, B K. Boreyko, and met a 25-year old lad who made $490,000 in 2010 alone! At that point legal or illegal, I was in. Thankfully, it was backed by:

[I] the famous NBA team (The Phoenix Suns)

[II] a famous doctor, Yibling Wang, M.D., Ph.D.

[III] a “A+ rating” with the BBB (Better Business Bureau),

and since I wasn’t a complete idiot, I figured out if it wasn’t legal it’d get shut down.

Super long story cut short, I joined this company at $100,000,000-a-year and 4 years later, our team had grown into 50 states, 32 countries, we had several hundred people in free BMW’s, 21+ six figure income earners, I had made my first $1,000,000 by my 25th birthday, and the company more than doubled into a $221,000,000 firm.

How is that possible? We worked very hard and still to this day work very, very hard. We provide products and services to a marketplace in dire need. We help young people pay their way through college. We help moms feed their kids and fathers get out of their 9am – 5pm daily working schedule in which they hate. We help people obtain time and money freedom. Most importantly, we
help thousands of people become better people.

My wish for you is that you chase your dreams. Because I chased mine I have been able to travel to Spain, Italy,Netherlands, Belgium, Germany, France, Norway, Holland, England, Austria, Czech Republic, Mexico, Canada, Puerto Rico, Colombia, and many more. Because I didn’t listen to the negative naysayers, I’ve been able to set my family up financially forever. Because of this business, I get to spend time with my grandparents who are both in their 80’s. Because of this business, I now have a platform of 100,000+ on social media whom I can genuinely help live better lives and achieve their goals,dreams and aspirations.

If you’re still reading this, don’t ever quit. Don’t ever give up. The road to success is a long winding road. Filled with bumps, bruises, tragedies and triumphs. When you set out to do something different it can be scary, you will lose some friends, it will challenge you, you will be upset and angry, you’ll even cry sometimes. But it’s worth it. It’s truly worth it. Chase your dreams no matter how big they may be. Never give up. Master your skills, be a leader you wish to follow. Care about others, help others, provide value and work your ass off in a very smart way.

Results are not typical so don’t be typical. Your results may vary depending on your efforts, work ethic, attitude and personal will to win. I believe in you. I am dedicating my time on earth to help you achieve your goals and dreams. I’m not a motivational speaker. I’m not some “guru” who’s never made money except in coaching/training/speaking. I made that $1,000,000+ so I can teach you how to make $1,000,000+ too.Period. Don’t waste your money on paying for audios, videos, books, trainings, until you’ve seen PROOF they’ve earned at least $1,000,000 inside Network Marketing. They’re a coach, guru, trainer? Not until $1,000,000+ my friends.

Make sure you get in touch with your local Vemma Nutritional Company’s representative for further enquiries and ensure you subscribe to: AlexMortonMindset.com

I will do my best to help you get to where you want to go.


Alex Morton
Royal Ambassador, Vemma
Member, The SuperCharged Network

Posted yesterday (Wednesday, June 17, 2015) via Facebook by Alex Morton at 08:16 near Tempe, AZ, United States.



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It’s been a while a new article got published on here. Since my last post, the following has occurred:

* The opposition party in Nigeria has changed.

* The ruling party in Nigeria has changed.

* Our fellow blacks chopped off their fellow blacks in South Africa. #XenophobicSA

* About four (4) cases of white police men killing blacks in the USA. #BlackLivesMatter

* General elections were held in the UK.

* I broke up with 5 girls, made up with 3 of them and met 2 new girls. Technically, I’m back at the same 5 girls just with different names!

* Nigeria got a new president

* I travelled out to the Republic of Benin!

* Arsenal won the FA Cup!

* President Muhammadu Buhari got sworn in.

* Former President Goodluck Ebele Jonathan returned to Otuoke.

And the most iconic event that happened ever since was this:

* FIFA President, Sepp Blatter stepped down as FIFA president amid corruption charges.

Actually, I don’t have any write up to publish. I just want you all to know I’m alive, hail and healthy. Not a single beep from you lot. It’s unfair. Okay I got some mails from about a dozen readers requesting for new writes ups. Thanks for the mails.

Today’s piece is about a random guy I stumbled into at the local “jedi” joint recently. Well, I now visit “jedi” joints regularly. At the joint, I was complaining, bitterly, of life’s predicament generally. The chap, got fed up of my whining, gave me a wash-down about his life. Kindly read and enjoy.


I didn’t know what “jam” was till 2013. I’m 28 years old! My father never bought it, so I never knew what it was. I was lucky to take my bread with butter, it usually occurs once in a while. Our bread was always washed down with water!

At 13, I was already on the “street”. I had an older cousin named Monday, he was a typical “cause-trouble”. He was good at everything negative: stealing hen, pick pocketing, gambling, purse snatching, street fighting etc. It was at Monday’s feet I learned all my negative attributes. I owe him a lot for the man I’ve developed into. Monday got into street cult, he was “chopped down” half a decade ago. That was the turning point of my life.

At 19, I was out of secondary school, I don’t know how I did it, but I passed my WAEC. I can’t recall ever reading. All I, and my crew, back then depended on was “miracle centres and runs”.

Leaving secondary school made me realise I was close to becoming a man. I had to fend for myself. I was no longer a kid. Monday was gone forever, for the first time I had to make decisions for myself. Our parents had long  abandoned us. I was from a broken home. Dad was one of those unpaid pensioners. Mum was a petty trader. I am from a family of seven (7) – six (6) boys, one (1) girl.

My first job was at a bakery. I earned little, I worked heavily. It wasn’t my way. I quit after only 2 months. Next came the bar job. As a bartender, I knew virtually all the regular “happening guys” in our neighbourhood, I got tips from them regularly, I made money, but I ended up paying with my salary for unaccounted drinks. At the end of a particular month, I took nothing home after the cost of the drinks that were unaccounted for was deducted from my salary. I quit the bar that very day! Then the factory job came along. It was one of those Lebanese-owned companies. I just couldn’t believe I was a Nigerian working in Nigeria. My human dignity was eroded. I was a slave working in a foreign land. No rights, no privileges, no union, no voice. Everyday, workers were de-humanised, we were made to work in all kinds of inhuman conditions you can think of; extreme heat, intense cold etc. I couldn’t take it anymore, I got to my breaking point, I had to throw in the towel and quit after 6 months.

My final menial job was the “battery charging” venture at various camps, be it religious or the NYSC camp. I worked with a boss, he had about 5 of us working for him. Our services includes operating the popular desktop charging centre. Our business required little capital, a “I-better-pass-my-neighbour” generator, a wooden cage to house about 50 sockets, the strength to stand about 20 hours a day (for religious camps) and a personal conviction to earn money.

It was at these camps that I saw the other side of life. I would go 10 days without taking my bath. I had a big suit, no I’m sorry, a big coat with about 4 big pockets, where customer’s batteries were kept. Most times we don’t charge people’s batteries, we collect their money and their batteries, pocket it and forget totally to charge. When the owner returns in about 2 hours, we smile broadly and inform him/her of the tremendous efforts we’ve put in to charge their battery, all in the hope to extract more cash as tips. We charge #50 per battery. At the end of each day, we remit between #15,000 – #25,000 to our boss. As a sharp-bad guy, I regularly short change my boss to the tune of about #5,000 – #7,500 per day. Thus, at the end of the 10-day camp, I would have earned a minimum of #50,000 for myself illegitimately, and my boss pays us #15,000 for the 10-day camp. I never knew I could make legitimate cash in my life. It’s the most stressful menial job I’ve ever done.

I prefer the NYSC orientation camp to the religious camps. The crowd at the NYSC camp are much smaller, compared to the religious camps. At the NYSC camp, there’s a time-table for daily activities, thus we know when the corpers will troop out to drop their batteries for charging and when they would return to collect them. But at the religious camps, no routine, at every point in time, people are moving, constantly, they always charge! At the NYSC camps, I get to bath everyday. I don’t have to stand for more than 2 hours at a stretch. You need to look good to attract those university babes to your charging stand. It’s usually fun. We get to listen to music too. No one plays social music at the religious camps! No bonfire nights at the religious camps. And if you’re smart enough and endowed with “sweet mouth”, you could get lucky and get laid! Forget your status as a “battery charger”. After all, “love is blind”.

After roaming the streets and acquiring all these “street work experience”, I decided to further my education. I wrote JAMB, definitely at a miracle centre. Passed, as expected, then got admitted at 22. As a university boy, I couldn’t go back to these “menial jobs”, I had to keep earning to maintain my lifestyle in school. That’s how I became a “typist”. I hustled hard to get a laptop, bought a modem, the rest they say is history. I bought that car parked outside as a “typist”. The white folks are paying me and my colleagues for all that they’ve taken away from our forefathers.

My brother, that’s my story! Stop whining and work hard, either legitimately or illegitimately, pick a side and strive to become the best at whatever you do. Life isn’t a bed of roses, especially for the majority of us born with a wooden spoon!


Well, dear readers, that’s what I learned at the “jedi” joint. I hope I’ve been able to impact your life positively. Thank you for sparing your time to read this week’s piece. #Bless



Buhari on course for victory in Nigeria’s historic election.

Results from 18 states and the Federal Capital Territory, coupled with New African Magazine projections for the remaining 18 states, suggest that Muhammadu Buhari has taken a near unassailable lead over incumbent president Goodluck Jonathan in the electoral battle for the Nigerian presidency.

The former military ruler leads by 8,520,436 votes to incumbent Goodluck Jonathan’s 6,488,210. The Independent National Electoral Commission (INEC) due to announce the remaining states results starting at 10am local time (9am GMT) today, Tuesday March 31, 2015.

In a chastening day for Jonathan and his People’s Democratic Party (PDP), it became apparent that turnout had been substantially lower than the party had anticipated in five South South and South Eastern states where INEC announced results. Jonathan’s electoral strategy had been to stock up a massive lead of around 10 million votes – approximately half the
total needed to win the election overall – in these areas.
This strategy appears to be failing.Turnout in a PDP strong hold, Imo state, in the South East region, halved from 84% in 2011 to 42% this year, while turnout in Abia, another PDP strong hold, also in the South East region, was a mere 30%, some 48% shy of 2011’s total.

Even if Jonathan manages to replicate the vast scale, in absolute terms, of his 2011 victory in five of the six South-South states yet to declare results, he is unlikely to overcome Buhari’s lead in other parts of the country, according to New African Magazine projections.
That stands in stark contrast to the enthusiasm of Buhari’s backers in the opposition All Progressives Congress (APC) stronghold of the North West region. The four declared states saw an average swing to the APC of over 13%, with Jonathan failing to achieve 25%
of the vote in 3 of those 4 declared states so far. Those advances suggested an impressive get-out-the-vote operation. The APC needs a
national swing of 9% to beat the PDP, all else being equal.

The North Central zone, a key battleground region comfortably won by Jonathan in 2011, saw remarkable
swings to Buhari: 37% in Kogi state, 38% in Kwara, and 17.5% in Plateau.
The win with 60% of the vote in Kogi state was particularly impressive given that the state was solidly behind Jonathan in 2011. Buhari also secured a substantial victory in Ogun, in the South West region battleground, with an increased turnout delivering victory for the APC leader.

Jonathan has won eight states, four winning over 90%, but it became apparent from early on that his voter
base lagged far behind that of 2011. Bright points for his victory so far included victory in Ekiti with a 10%
swing to the incumbent and a 2% swing in an ultimately losing cause in Osun – the only state in the South West not to back Jonathan in 2011. Official turnout in Ekiti increased from 34% in 2011 to 43% this time. But with all indications suggesting strong APC advances, it is Buhari who is likely to be eagerly anticipating the resumption of results at 10am.

With 18 states still up for grabs across the country, New African Magazine analysis suggests that Jonathan would
have to execute a dramatic turn around in the North East, an opposition stronghold, and achieve similar
results to 2011 in the remaining five South-South states, for Buhari to be deprived of his win.

Nigeria’s electoral rules stipulate that the winning candidate is simply the one with the most votes, as long as they have also achieved more than 25% of the vote in 24 states. Buhari is set to achieve this second criteria in at least 25 states. If Buhari does not emerge the winner, it would depend on either an extremely unlikely set of election results
later today, or more malign influences.

INEC has run elections which, according to initial analysis from
election observers, have been harder to rig than prior contests in Nigeria. It would be an enormous drop in
performance if INEC were unable to see these generally well run and highly praised elections through to the end successfully.

Still, APC campaign sources who spoke to New African Magazine were not allowing themselves to get carried away. They were upbeat but determined to wait for the only declaration that counts – that of Attahiru Jega,
chairman of INEC.

– additional reporting by David Thomas

Source: newafricanmagazine.com/buhari-on-course-for-victory-in-nigerias-historic-election/