Kay Ugwuzor

I was going through my Medium feed the other day and I came across this powerful post. Please take your time to read this. 30 Behaviors That Will Make You Unstoppable A lot of people are good at what they do. Some are even elite. A  select few  are completely unstoppable. Those who are unstoppable are in their own world. They don’t compete with anyone but themselves. You never know what they will do — only that you will be forced to respond. Even though they don’t compete with you, they make you compete with them. Are you unstoppable?  By the end of this blog you will be. Let’s get started: 1. Don’t think — know and act. “Don’t think. You already know what you have to do, and you know how to do it. What’s stopping you?” —  Tim Grover Rather than analyzing and thinking, act. Attuned to your senses, and with complete trust in yourself, do what you instinctively  feel  you should. As Oprah has said,  “Every right decision I have ever made...

I know there's shit in my arse but let one man come up whose arse doesn't stink. I do not have confidence because I have no flaws, I have confidence because I see the flaws in other people and a man brags about his penis no matter how small. So what's the need in the comparison? The opinionated selection of right and wrong measured on the yardstick of ignorance and an overbearing sense of self righteousness. Everyone thinks they're smart. Yet again Descrates did say 'Good sense is the most evenly shared thing in the world because each of us thinks he is so well endowed with it...' How then can you fault my opinion? Gospel rapper Lecrae says 'If what's true for you is true for you and what's true for me is true for me, what if my truth says yours is a lie? Is it still true?' In reality, no one is truly special and no one is the same for we are all unique. So why should you judge me and will me to bend to your shape? Why would ...

Have you ever looked in the mirror and felt goosebumbs crawl over your skin because you fear the reflection you see? It is true. A lot has gone wrong in the world. War, killings, hunger, recession. Disaster and so many other problems. And these things change us, turn us into people were not and until one day we can't take it anymore. Is Come See 'REFLECTIONS (a stage play) starrinng Ife Salako and Afolayan Fola @ The Theater Republic. 1b Mike Adegbiye Street, Off Ladipo Omotosho Cole Street. Lekki Phase one. Feb 16th to 19th Tickets: N3000 Brought to you; Theater Republic in collaboration with 127knightskreation.

‘If  you  misbehave the same thing will happen  to  you.’ ‘What?’ ‘The  forest  will  swallow  you.’ ‘Then  I  will  become  a  tree,’  I  said. ‘Then  they  will  cut  you  down  because  of  a  road.’    ‘Then  I  will  turn  into  the  road.’   ‘Cars  will  ride  on  you,  cows  will  shit  on  you,  people  will  perform  sacrifices  on  your  face.’   ‘And  I  will  cry  at  night.  And  then  people  will  remember  the  forest.’ Azaro and Madame Koto  Excerpt from  The Famished Road By Ben Okri. Pg 164 Azaro is surrounded by myths and mysterious things that no ...

Odd. Yes. That’s the word to describe the feeling when he’s on top of you, inside of you, thrusting rapidly like a mad man before he comes. You cannot feel anything but the hair on his chest. His husky breathing pollutes the air around you. His large belly seems to fill the space of the bed, he is surprisingly light.      As soon as he is done, he rolls off you and crashes into the bed, breathing a sigh of relief. He chuckles and prods himself on an elbow and looking into your eyes with a wide grin on his ugly mouth. He asks how you feel and if he was good. You want to say you hated every second of it but you simply ask why he had to be on top and he says a real man must always be on top.   You get off the bed and walk to the bathroom, with a tackiness between your legs. You lay in the tub staring at the tiled wall; the hot water doesn’t seem to wash away your filthiness. The soap smells nice however and you wrap it in your underwear to take it out...

T he Famished Road is fed by the dreams of literature. I devoured the world, through art, politics, literature, films and music, in order to find the elixir of its tone. Then it became a perpetual story into which flowed the great seas of African dreams, myths and fables of the world, known and unknown. I made up stories in the matrix of the ancestral mode. Many people read these stories and assume they belong to the oral tradition, but I had always believed that it is an artist’s function to enrich the oral tradition with stories of our own, inventions of our own, inspired by the tales we heard in the moonlight, sitting in a circle. But even in that the tone is the thing. But it was as a child that I began the book, with innocence and simplicity of heart. With the rich history of literature turning in my mind, I would disappear into the writing of the novel as into a dream. It was as if I sensed there was a book there, in the archetypal margins of the numinous world that existed ...

They say there is only one way for politics. That it looks with hard eyes at the hard world And shapes it with a ruler’s edge, Measuring what is possible against Acclaim, support, and votes. They say there is only one way to dream For the people, to give them not what they need But food for their fears. We measure the deeds of politicians By their time in power. But in ancient times they had another way. They measured greatness by the gold Of contentment, by the enduring arts, The laughter at the hearths, The length of silence when the bards Told of what was done by those who Had the courage to make their lands Happy, away from war, spreading justice And fostering health, The most precious of the arts Of governance. But we live in times that have lost This tough art of dreaming The best for its people, Or so we are told by cynics And doomsayers who see the end Of time in blood-red moons. Always when least expected an un...

Sex, in its many forms, is one of the most conspicuous activities engaged in by almost everyone. One way or the other sex is being had and promulgated all over. The online sites and social media is awash with images that communicate sex and sexuality so much that there is no more shame in exposing the body or showcasing oneself as one who engages or wants to engage in sex. As a matter of fact, it is those who claim decency and practice abstinence that are engaged in a battle of right and wrong because they are greatly surrounded by sex mongers. The fact therefore is; sex sells, sex is cheap, sex is everywhere, four in five youths you know have had premarital sex, are having premarital sex and will have premarital sex multiple times if they have the chance. But you see sex is so rampant that people are willing and ready to take off their pants (no pun intended) so quickly before they think and remember one salient fact. HIV/AIDS IS STILL REAL. No, Nigeria is not HIV/AIDS free. Ye...

He sat on the carpet and she, on top of him, her legs wrapped around his midriff. It was a quiet evening, the open window let light and breeze into the little room. They spoke almost in a whisper even though they were alone. Occasionally Anu would burst out laughing. ‘I can’t believe you would really do that to him’ Tayo said ‘you’re now a bad girl o’ She giggles ‘I’m not a bad girl, he just needed to have a piece of my mind’ ‘and you gave it to him, right there and then. Not bothering that he was a cultist?’ ‘So what? He can’t do anything to me’ ‘Don’t worry, if he tries anything just come and call me’ they laugh ‘you? Ok. I’d go about finding trouble then. You just wait’ she pokes his chest ‘I’ve not still met any guy that can take care of me the way I want’ ‘really? have you checked all the guys?’ she realizes that his hands have found a way under her blouse. They are both silent for a while; he, looking for a way to get her closer and she staring into his eyes....