Sunday, 30 May 2010


T - Take my hands
R - Run with me
U - Understand me
S - stand by me
T - Tell me the truth.

Its funny how the weirdest things happen in the bathroom, gravity theory was discovered there, kinky things can be done there but most of all, you get the weirdest thoughts, that is if you are Andy. I just love playing with words and I thought of TRUST this morning and why its hard for me to give that out. Perhaps this is because it means a lot to some of us. I take risks [a lot] but when it comes to trust, its like a guilt free pass saying this is yours, use it sensibly. The reason why a child can let a father or an elder one teach him or her how to ride a bicycle, its because they expect all the things which I said above about the letters in trust. When the child falls, he may get scared that it would happen again.

Now I'm getting bored of my own writing, back to my random thoughts. Certain things in life are not like light switches which you switch on and off as you please, for example Love and Trust. when it's lost, it takes a while to regain it and when it's found you may get so foolish and you won't notice it has deserted you. I'm not exactly a trusting person and this is because it means all these to me. I'm not a hypocrite either so I find it amusing when people try and say it means you are jealous or insecure or possessive that's why you can't trust, or when some people bring religion into it and say, the Bible says this about trust. In some cases, a trust is like giving a cake to a fat kid cos' you want to see what he/ she will do with it.Life is a game, life is a battlefield and life is a test... can you

T - Take my hands
R - Run with me
U - Understand me
S - Stand by me
T - Tell me the truth...

If you can do that, then I can trust you. If you can't then I wont bother...this is life this is who I am.
Trust can always be regained and at the point when it is lost, the onus is on you to win it back..this time by being sincere to yourself and whoever trusts you.

have a nice day, its a ramblings, it may make sense, it may not...I'm crazy but its all in the head.


Wednesday, 13 January 2010 at 10:46 |
I love to write, play with words... pick a line it may make sense to you

We worry to much, we care to small, we give ourselves reason to hurt cos in reality we let ourselves to be hurt. Sometimes we sit down and whine, cry and frown then we complain of how much Mr X has hurt us or how much Ms Z doesn't appreciate what we did for them... but who cares ?

We are victims of societal context, trying to mirror ourselves in the way society sees us, its gone so bad and grown sewn deep we don't even know who we are or what we stand for. We do things to please people, we go out of our way to seek acceptance not considering the tugging reluctance we feel inside of us asking us...who cares?

We hate the thought of certain people, we resent anything that has to do with them. yet we find ourselves going to their facebook pages twice everyday, checking their tweets once in everywhile stupidly thinking they may have something bad happening to them so we can blame it on karma or to see if they still care about us and then you cause yourself more hurt cos' they dont even think about you .... but who cares ?

But yes we care too much, yeah we expect to much and yea we shouldn't stop. Truth is some people aint worth the fuss. some things we lose are the things which help us see the bigger better and brighter things we couldn't. Sometimes we hold back to nothing and it fills us with the seemingness of something, preventing us from getting that one thing which is really ours...

Some people don't give a hoot about you and never will

Some people who have hurt you will always hurt you again

Some people hurt you but change their ways and become better people

Some thoughts are not worth holding on to, cos' the take the place of better thoughts

Sometimes all we need to do is weigh the good time and bad times and make the logical decisions


Randomly yours....
Andy 2010

Random Rambling Series - Drowning and Smiling but still Drowning

I dint get inspired to write this in the shower as usual. I got inspiration to write after my first night When I woke up in a pool of my sweat. Reason - power failure and heat (NEPA, I choose not to embrace PHCN). Call it forming or whatever, its your business, but waking up in a 44degree weather after spending the last night in -2degrees is somethin to complain about. So yes I'm whining.

DROWNING - I used my head and decided to go swim in a pool where there were more watchers than swimmers. If you know me, you should either love or hate my confidence... With the confidence of a lizard, I JUMPED, not dived...into a pool which was meant to be 9feet deep (i can swear it was 12feet deep). The problem was when I landed in the water and my feet refused to touch the ground and my hands refused to surface @ the top. ... That takes us to my lizard confidence. Apparently everyone tot I was showing off new swimming skills especially the 4foot tall lifeguard who I'm sure I'd have drowned if he came close to me. Lesson #1 : after not swimming for 2 years... go figure

I got to Benue state to see my family members, and I reached the Madaki house surprisingly I saw my maternal grandmother who referred to me as "Andy's friend" and the usual moaning about Ohhh you are so fat, see your cheeks, Ohhh are you lifting weights (that @ least was a compliment) my parents also said I have added weight (lesson 1B: as a guy, don't bother hitting thru gym, people will still call you fat)... BACK TO BUSINESS: the next question always was : how are you coping with the heat? My answer: I'm still not coping.

NIGERIA DROWNING: we are the strongest and happiest people in the world regardless of the polls and media. I watch as we offhandly go off to switch on the "generator set" while we have major rivers Benue and NIger. I watch as we drive Jeeps rather than fix our roads. I remember a supposed ex minister suggesting we buy bicycles when there is fuel crisis, in a country which is the eight largest oil producing nation in the world and yet we smile, drink and ... Do other things.

Look at Niger where the a president suggests tenure elongation and is removed through an organised coup by some youth barely my age mate but here in Nigeria a family called Mr Turai or Mrs? Will hold the country to ransom for 90days and our legislators ( except the sensible few) will push and pull 150million people like we are foolish until they illegally make the vice president an acting president... Then Husband to madam Turai is sneaked into town in the night like a james bond movie... (that part is to be continued)

We drown and still smile, only happy people can do that. But truth is that "the boys are not smiling" and some smart person asks, "what does that mean?" and I say "people are frowning -stupid. from my bsc in sociology one quote I learnt from school was "the poor will continue to be oppressed until the realize their plight and revolt" - karl max, he said that and its working and that is why the niger-delta militants can revolt and govt will beg them. That's why young urns can kidnap people @ will. So yeah we are drowning, but it doesn't make us stupid.

We still smile, we still party, we still do all we wanna do, we are now used to suffering, drowning, smiling but drowning... I'm rambling as usual, but someone amongst you understand something I am sayin and we are saying the chain is now a rope which has thinned to a thread, before is breaks, please give us back our happiness cos the rambling has just begun...

Andy Madaki

100 days in Nigeria with iBlend moments (Random Rambling Series)

So as usual i feel the need to write, with no idea in mind but hoping that randomness may come to my aid. If you are reading this correct my grammar, then quit now or enjoy my randomness.

After studying sociology in my undergrad, being a tv presenter and news reporter/presenter and model, it was only expected that I would get bored and move on to the next one. The next one being an Msc in computer forensics (Information security and Computer Crime). After which I worked in a "SKY" call center which I classify as slave driving for 3 months (for goodness sakes how did i spend 3 months of my life pacifying adults acting like infants/angry customers?)... SORRY I'M LOSING FOCUS HERE BLABBING ABOUT ME... BUT ITS MY NOTE.

I hate cold weather, I hate heat too... but after my last job, all I had in mind was to go back to Nigeria and search for greener pastures and thicker pounded yam cos truly, there is no place like home! but what i dint expect was to go back to Nigeria and 2minutes into my stay, the airport announcer goes "Annonucement, we are now switching from generator to normal power supply"..."now" became 10minutes without electricity and a beautiful welcome party arranged for us by Abuja Mosquitoes, at this point i knew that I was home. After being ripped off N1500 just to buy an MTN SIM pack, thankfully my-not-so-twin Eddie Madaki came to get me from the airport to sort me out while in my head i was writing my TO EAT list
1. Pounded yam @ Jevniks
2. Pounded yam @ Cattigan
3. Yahuza chicken suya
4. shawarma @ Exclusive, 212 and Shawarma King
5. a whole lot of other stuff.

Yes i checked all i had wanted on my to do list, settled in and the courtesy calls began. I started callin people to let them know I was in town cos i literally entered Nigeria like a thief in the morning without informin a whole lot of people, many of whom I dint see in the 3 months either because they were pretending to be busy or maybe they really were busy and those who just dint bother to see me. Whatever.1st point of call was actually Chocolate City to hola @ Audu, Terver, Doosur, Lindsey and Mickey. Then the parties began...and continued and continued

I went to Benue to visit family and ...simply put, I almost died of heat, I almost drowned in a 12ft pool cos i had not Swam in a while and i had my Benue Pounded yam craving sorted. met old mates, got tired of the town, avoided being in gossip then I returned to Abuja to a group of people called BLENDERS

Is it a club? is it a group? is it like a secret thingy? is it a social network? or a group of happy drinkers?
have you ever been to a club in Abuja? you may not have to pay for a ticket to get in but by the time you are done tipping the club security, you will regret leaving home (PLAY and AQUA mgmt i'm talking about you guys)

Rather than going out and spending a whole lot of cash with and on strangers while they all squeeze their nose in fakeness (typical abuja crowd), why don't you get a group of like minded young upwardly mobile professionals together, have a small exclusive party where everyone comes bearing gifts (being alcohol and suya) and get to network with people who can add value to your life? and that is just a part of Blender... the other part is where we have some crazy custom cocktails called "DECEPTION and SAFE SEX" ... Ask Oche Ejiga and Q about that. and so it was 3 months of fun and networking. DISCLAIMER: All these happy drinkers are very successful in different fields of life... and just come back home (to blender to unwind) ...iBlend, Blender, Blendarena, et al.

Nigeria Lost her President, Dora retained her position, Lucky Jo got what he wished for (i'm not impressed with the 2011 plan tho), our football team is still doing poorly, I met a lot of nice people, We started our Company Decy-4 Technologies, I startd managing Artiste "2shotz, I came back to the UK th handle other ish,

I'm stopping this note cos it just got boring and I wonder why you are still reading

Its Random Rambling Series

Too be continued after some vodka...