2012

I cry When the chips fall off my shoulders When I put up a cowardly bold face And there is no grave to bury the shame in it When I find myself doing things I preach against When I seem to fear myself more than death When I know I’m not truthful within And everyone around marvels at my honesty When I look into the mirror and get scared by what I see Or when I sit on my bed.…

Been almost a year since I expressed my thoughts and feelings here. . .Not that I found a new space to express them but the will and time to write just hasn’t been there, until four days ago when I was buzzed on YM by an old friend, a staff at Standards Organisation of Nigeria. For those who were close to me back home in Nigeria, they knew I developed several IT solutions for the nation’s apex Standards body –…