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I fashion out words to adorn empty spaces.

Happy Birthday Gloria!

Today cannot come to an end without heralding what a special day it is… today is my wife’s birthday. Although, we are by default a very private family let me just drop this here for my children’s sake.


Words have repeatedly failed me to describe what you have come to mean to me in the journey of the last 365 days.

Shall I tell of the innocence of your heart that you’ve taken to the marketplace and how you seem surprised I speak the same language with your employers, telling you it’s the way of the world? Even in that, I have come to know that this life is not about learning the ways of the world but bringing of ourselves to make the world better regardless of how perverted it is.

I marvel at the core of your strength that makes you tackle—like a piece of cake, a crazy work schedule that denies you of family time, even as full-fledged men abscond duty. I have come to see the depth of your dedication to your calling beyond any inconvenience.

I thank you for those magic wands that you perform in the kitchen and in the other room that makes my head swell like a foreign breed dog.

Thank you for the rock solid support that pushes me beyond my personal standards and ambitions.

Today is ultimately about you and God’s goodness to you and this comes to wish you a happy birthday!


















PS: Baby as you can see, my writing have become rusty and I should write more. September 3rd presents another opportunity.

The Seal


Charles and Gloria Williams

A year ago

It was a parade of probable

It was a confluence of hope

A year ago

We plunged into the unknown

With shaky feet, thumping hearts

A year ago

We didn’t see beyond the napes of our heads

Mama, see how far we’ve come.


Join me to hail My Beautiful Thing (MBT): the fiery passion of my pulse, the herald of my mornings, my co-wayfarer, foreman, caretaker and a fellow God Chaser!

Since September 3rd, 2016, she has borne the cross of answering my wife with such grace you would think I am a superman—but I know better.

This is my proclamation: Not for the green shrub on the savannah, not for the head-lightening-sway upon a thousand hills nor for the depressing shallows of the valleys will this commitment be tempted.

I love you!


Dear Blogger: An Open Letter from Nigeria Witches

Dear Blogger,

It has been brought to the attention of the Witches and Wizards Association of Nigeria (WITZAN) insinuations about the economic viability of our operations. For the avoidance of doubts and to set the records straight this rejoinder is deemed necessary.


Mr Blogger, you need to be careful of what you venture into and how you analyze things. Your blogpost called out the existence of the witches, our motives and even doubted our productivity; that greatly undermined our membership drive and we will like to state unequivocally there’s no better time to become a member of WITZAN than now. You don’t want to know how many members of the public are daily being conveyed to-and-fro their work via our flying network of UFOs. Yes, you read well. You don’t have fuel to power your cars yet your colleagues turn up at work daily and you didn’t bother to investigate them. And, what do we ask for in return? A few stopovers at some peoples’ heads to jingle over like a motor; what better deal can you get elsewhere?

While we vehemently reject the responsibility of making matrimonial-aged men bed wet we have core areas of interest that intertwines with everyone’s daily lives—and, that’s a blanket cover regardless of your fate or faith.

Let’s itemize active productive and economic viability of our operations:

Lagos Traffic:

If nothing else justifies our activities, the daily Lagos traffic does! For the information of the uninitiated, whenever you drive through the grind of Lagos traffic only to find there was no cause when you get to the front alas, a territory meeting is going on at that moment! Our convention points are usually at major bus stops but when there’s pandemonium at the coven we usually take it out on commercial bus drivers who then start manifesting strangely by parking on the roads to pick and drop passengers. The quick sales made by the gala sprint sellers can be seen as a bright side too.

Earphones and other strings:

Have you ever neatly packed your phone ear piece but found it tangled when it was called for use? Yes, that was us working there! Of Course, we do so just because we can—and there nothing you can do about it.

Other miscellaneous annoyances:   

Once in a while, just for the fun of it we throw spanners at your wheels and its breaks down; of course, this is after several ignored signals from your vehicles. Question, why does most vehicle’s break downs happen just on the bridge? Well, that’s another of our cooling joint and our actions serve to put limits to over speeding motorists. Yes, I know you never thought of it in that light.

The next revelation is a thousand year mystery: where are all the pens? All things being equal and without remiss on our part you cannot use a pen for its natural lifetime. It is annoying— yes, but that’s just what we do to increase the sales for pen companies. Do you know they never return losses? Now, that’s a good investment ground for you.



We hereby absolve the Witches and Wizard Association of Nigeria (WITZAN) from all negative incidence and other corollary consequences resulting from peoples’ carelessness and insensitivity.

All efforts by some people to burn us have not and will not result to anything because most of the accusations are baseless.

Peace to all men.