My Memoirs, My Blunders• This page was last updated on Sat.Apr.30.2011 @06:18 PM •
I was born in 1977 (Monday, April 11 1977 according to my mother); but I couldn't get to start capturing and writing down my life experiences until some 22 years later in 1999. I really apologize to the Universe for my not being able to capture it all from the beginning or say, at least from age 13 or so when I started to know how to write well. But I guess being able to "wake up" to the challenge at age 22 in 1999 is not too bad an effort; if we consider the fact that millions of people that lived on Earth in my life time might have experienced far greater lives than I did, but they never got to write anything down for posterity!
I missed to capture some 21 years of my life on record; but from 22 years on, I have managed to capture a lot of the details of my life by writing down a page or two of my thoughts and activities almost every day (usually at night, after the day is spent). Then at the end of each year or early in the first quarter of the succeeding year, I would take stock of the fragments I had written and put them together as a chapter of my biography for that year.
As it turned out, and as you shall read here, my life actually consisted of dozens of uncertainties, scores of controversies, hundreds of successes and upward of a thousand blunders. This is the story of my life, as recorded by Me, Myself & I from the year 1999 AD to date.
Read on, and please don't giggle at my silly blunders in life!
| Story Title | Excerpt / Abstract |
|---|---|
| 2011: Interference |
Sorry, 2011 is still young, so life is still being lived. You've got to wait till the end of 2011 to read the full story... |
| 2010: She Said, "Yes, but..." |
Once again, I meet a soft-soul angel and it is like nothing else in life can be better than this love. But as Shakespeare did observe, the course of true love never doth run smooth -- and so is this one, too. But do I care about the obstacles really? Does it matter that there is a big 'but' with this love of mine? Read this memoir to find out! |
| 2009: A Drop of Greatness & One More Promise to Keep |
This is a rather dull piece perhaps; howbeit it might stir that little drop of greatness that is naturally in you! |
| 2008: Wishing Upon a Star |
Read this, and be supremely impressed to learn how magnificently you may say "I'm proud of you" to a loved one whose star is just beginning to shine... |
| 2007: Before I Commit Suicide or Murder |
put abstract/excerpt later... |
| 2005 - 2006: The Call to National Service |
I tried my hands on publishing a magazine but I reaped biting criticisms rather than journalistic acclaim; then I tried my hands at enterprise Java programming only to beat a humiliating retreat after just two months. Finally in Sokoto (the Seat of the Caliphate), I tried to win a national honour but ended up broke and unable to zip up my trousers! |
| 2004: Going Against the Wind |
I was young, idealistic and sophomoric. After all I would be graduating shortly to enter the "real world"; so I set a very lofty (read: "ridiculously insane") goal for myself. Along the line I discovered that to reach that goal (the folly not withstanding), I must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it. But I must sail on anyway and not drift, not lie at anchor with the common flock. |
| 2003: Once More to the Polytechnic |
"Damn it, who the hell on earth invented C language? Gene, come out and save my soul before I lose it to the satanic demons of computer programming eeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhoooooooo..." |
| 2002: I've Got a Soul Mate! |
While the Arabs (Muslims) and Israelis (Jews) of the Middle East were busy destroying one another's souls and rendering lives berserk through history; I was actually busy connecting with a soul mate who happens to be a real Jew! |
| 2001: Year of the Lover Boy |
A day before the Wednesday she was to visit me, I did a thorough clean-up of my room. I began by clearing all cobwebs and killing every single creepy crawly insect in my room, I then white-washed the walls military-style. That done, I dismantled my bed and rescrewed every individual nut and bolt, turned the mattress over, then laid a brand new bedsheet. I undertook this face lifting of the bed so that if by any chance she decided to sit or lay in the bed, there shall be no single embarrassing creak. |
| 1999 - 2000: Polytechnic Days |
Popular fiction and other [cheap] catalogs often depict higher education as one of life's loftier experiences, with exuberant under grads sauntering care-freely into and out of marble plastered lecture halls and amphitheatres. But in this absorbing piece, M-Auwal Gene III takes the pomp and pageantry out of the pomp and circumstance of higher education, stripping it nearly to its bare bones and revealing the bumbling, the incompetence, and the embarrassments that often beset a typical Computer Science student at Kwara State Polytechnic... |
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