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This is my ‘Stache!


So, the godmother of my blog and the person to whom this blog owes its gratitude is hosting this #WildNovember and I can’t pass the temptation not to participate.

The concept is simple.

“Post a picture rockin’ your No Shave November mustache, beard, or full-on facial fur on your blog…” in creating an awareness  “about a disease that can be hard for a lot of men to talk about.”

Prostate Cancer is a disease that needs to be more exposed in Nigeria, I have only heard about it in connection to deaths of notable figures like Gani Fawehinmi

But there is good news on the horizon according to Susie:

“This cancer is very common among men and very treatable. According to the American Cancer Society, there are over 2 million survivors. I have a couple of friends that are being treated for it right now. Like breast cancer, it is all about early detection.”

As much as I hate the pressure the beards put on me and the razor burns my tender face has suffered, I simply love not to shave and there is no better justification than now.

So, I decided to rock a few pictures of mine tagged: Crudely Cute taken after a particularly tiring day

Crudely Cute
Crudely Cute


These are my pictures feel free to Reblog and spread the awareness about this disease in Nigeria.

Meanwhile, you can donate the money you want to give me to get a shave to:

No Shave November at Cancer.org.

30 Days, 30 Essays

Smile, it's November!
Smile, it’s November!

I want to strip my feelings of all rhetoric and metaphors and make it as plain as the open skies. But, even the sky harbors the sun and the truth like the sun is hard to behold.

Perhaps, if we try, we could strain our eyes to see the sun in its glory but such exercise of will only skews our vision and our reality.

The sun, like the truth, is best observed in its radiance upon the creations both green and grey; its sparkle upon the flowers, its guard upon the seasons, its glint upon the oceans and its splendor around the universe.

The truth, likewise, is to be reckoned in such sentiments.

I know the truth could take upon different shades of realities, and still remain true, like a lime sliced along its sections as sour as ashes.

But what is true of me today shall be true of me tomorrow just as the sun mans a region of the world today as it would same time tomorrow.

What I felt for you in the past, returns this season like the sun emerges after completing its circle.

I still have plans for us.