kewlheretic

A truly rich man is one whose children run into his arms when his hands are empty.-Anonymous My Dad, Brig. Gen. Foluso Oladele Kusimo (rtd) was, and still is in memory, a strong, intelligent, dedicated, honest and cheerful man. He sacrificed his years doing good for his family, without wanting or expecting anything in return. He set an example to his children for his integrity and loyalty. There wasn't anything my dad wouldn't do to make our lives better. His jovial, loving spirit was remarkable, along with his acceptance of everyone he knew. My Dad was not a perfect man, he was like all men; flawed and fallible, no one is perfect, but he taught the perfect lessons; He taught you that there were no free meals and that only hard work would reap real long benefits, that short cuts were just what they were…short, that a man without a plan planned to fail, that kindness was a choice and that people would always misread this for weakness, that courage was a necessity, tha...

I have looked into the abyss, and the abyss has looked into me. Neither liked what we saw. - Brother Theodore As I sit in my cubicle, staring at my monitor, hot cup of coffee in hand, looking up the latest business news on Bloomberg, a routine I’ve become accustomed to every working day for some time now, but one I still approach with daily lethargy, my buttoned up collar tightly caressing my neck as though, I’m primed for the hangman. There’s an opaque blandness to all of it and it’s a feeling I am yet to become accustomed to. I feel bereft of purpose here, daily pangs of emptiness plague me, I yearn for more, to feed a passion, to matter, to truly contribute, I yearn…for fulfillment.  I should not be here, I don’t belong here, I feel stifled and that neck tie becomes tighter by the minute, I’m a square peg in a round hole. Like most of my peers I work at a white collar job, earn a decent pay slip  and with some dedication, commitment and a dash of sycophancy  co...

16 years ago two teenagers were seated ‘bored to death’  after exhausting the recommended daily allowance of video gaming;  the inevitable repercussion of a one sided series of playoffs on Winning Eleven (PES for the uninitiated) that had lost its novelty. They decided to watch some TV, the vanquished grabs the TV remote and flips through the channels, he settles on MTV; (back when Music Television actually played music) there’s a music video on, he exclaims, ‘Oh I really like this song!’ he's seen it before,  the video parodies the ubiquitous boy band era of the 90s and has a very catchy tune to it, the other kid moves his gaze to the television, the video is amusing, but the first kid was right, it was a really good song! That kid? Me…The song?...All The Small Things…and the Artists? A punk rock band from California, USA. That day, the trio of Tom de Longe, Mark Hoppus and Travis Barker better known as Blink-182 waltzed into my life and have never left, and eve...