Poem: Man in the mirror

I woke up today like any other day

While rolling around in my head

It distinctly occurred to me that I was a hypocrite

A hypocrite

For everything I was meant to do that I didn’t

A hypocrite

For every time I chose the wrong option just for its ease or pleasure

A hypocrite

For every time I was Idle when I had so much work to do

A hypocrite

For everything I was blessed with that I wasted or invested in sin

A hypocrite

For every favour I did selfishly


A hypocrite

Like all those who asked me for honest advice and yet chose the other option

Who was I to be mad at them for wasting my time?

Why would they do the right thing when the person offering advice is a victim too?

Even if they were better for it, would it help me? Encourage me?

There is always an easy way out, why is it usually the wrong one?

How easy is it to take the right way when the wrong way is easier?

In this day and age where kids are brought up in a world that gets easier by the day,

Why would anyone be behind the times and try to do otherwise?

Easier not to care

Easier not to love

Easier cos there are always options

Move with the times, moves with the times, move with the times I say!

But it’s getting harder as well.

Am I the only one who sees this?

Is not it getting harder?

To breathe with all that pollution?

To see in person when they’re just a ping away?

To relish the warmth of touch when a bed is just a walk away?

To sit and talk when work’s piled up for days?

To tell the truth when the lie seems the democratic way?

To find what we need under all this information overlay?


But change is the only constant thing

Think again! Truth is constant!

There used to be a time when all knew the truth

We didn’t have to speak it cos we lived it

Now we find it near impossible to speak about it

Simply cos we killed it! WE ALL killed it!

Who will convict us? Our conscience?

Our conscience is its only witness to its own murder!

Without a guide, how do we know where we are heading?

Like sailors at sea slowly sailing towards sirens

What is virtue?

Patience is for fools!

Be fast and furious!

Be raw and rugged!

Be giddy and greedy!

Be wily and witty!

Now its truth against tolerance

Respect against liberty

Patience against ambition

Integrity against impression

Semantics against redefinition

Can’t beat them?

Join them?

Can’t always win?

Pick your own strengths and your own weaknesses

Pick what you win at and what you will sacrifice?

Pick your sins?

Pick your scenes?

Is there equilibrium between reward and consequence?

Do we always lose some when we win some?

Opportunity cost you say?

But it can’t be that way!

We always get away with it!

Burned liver, overwhelming spleen

Deteriorating economy, withering skin

Ghost like soul, narcissistic whim


Me, myself and I, the counterfeit’s triangle

The lies me hides from I,

The hate I hide(s) from myself,

The lack of faith myself has in me

The synthesis of our hypocrisy



A lovely Friday and Nedu and I go out to get some plug-ins…Ok, rewind…its starts…oh yes! So I was trying my headphones out with the new audio interface I got and it was sounding weird. After troubleshooting severally with no audible difference I was starting to freak out! Having new stuff is like a dream come true yeah? Well the nightmare is it not working as it should! Finally I found the hitch. How silly I was, feeling embarrassed even if no one was with me I realised it was the mono ¼” jack I had used while what I really needed was the “stereo-type”.

A lovely Friday and Nedu and I go out to get some plug-ins, AV cords and other accessories. After visiting several shops we stopped at one where we were to buy one of the accessories. We had to wait a bit since most of the stock had been moved temporarily. We inspected a few of the equipment left in the shop and we were interested in one that was affordable and suited our immediate needs. We got a price for it and indicated we’d return for it without giving a specific date because of our uncertainty. We discussed over the weekend and settled on getting it on Monday which was the 31st of December 2012, yes this happened last year and I wonder how I still remember it.

Anyway, on getting there on Monday we met the same Igbo guy who told us the price on Friday and we told him we were back. With the product in our sight he brought up a ridiculous story which I wouldn’t bother narrating. We went back and forth, tried different tactics but he offered us nearly double the price stating certain circumstances that had changed. Coming from a ‘mixed’ Nigerian background, I avoid endorsing stereotypes but this was just too much! How would the love of money render your words void? I even intended getting more clients for him. Going online to do a little research on the product, I realised the initial price offered was even slightly higher than it should be.  I don’t do stereotypes but would I, from what people have said over time and my recent experience, saying Igbo businessmen love money too much make me a hypocrite?

Finally, Nedu and I had to get an affordable alternative to that product elsewhere and on the way something happened. Three teenagers were trying to cross the road and a stationary bus moved a bit and it seemed it would bump them but it didn’t. They were just a bit frightened by the minor incident. The interesting part was a woman who drew my attention as she was shouting as if she had been hit on behalf of those kids. Looking in her direction I wasn’t surprised especially as she was shouting in Yoruba!!! I really don’t know what side of the line I’m on, any help? Plus I would like you to comment on any similar experience you might have had.


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