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Why Not Start a Business? – For Young Nigerians & Anyone Who cares.

It’s the year 2018 – it sounds like the opening line from a great sci-fi movie right? Any way, it’s the year 2018 and you’re still thinking about making ends meet. You have made several New Year resolutions in the past that never saw the light of day – perhaps due to procrastination and distractions, or a lack of the necessary follow-through required to make your resolutions a success story. The god of wishful thinking has still not supplied you with that jackpot contract. You still haven’t met that ‘ready-made’ guy/girl or wealthy politician with a signed blank cheque for you, and the government – as always has not delivered. So you finally decide to conquer laziness, procrastination, and wishful thinking and you’re thinking of what to do about your future.

It’s the year 2018, start that business you have always thought of and talked about. Perhaps you already have a business, but things are slow, or maybe you are already employed but your salary is barely enough to pay the bills and keep Mr. Landlord from harassing you, and you’re thinking of how to augment your income without resorting to stealing from the job, or worse, sleeping with the boss. Are you a house wife? – Sorry let me put it nicely, “stay at home mum”, and you’re thinking of how to make some extra income without relying on your husband’s handouts and the small money you save from purchasing household items? Are you a young graduate who has completed the National Youth Service Corps programme and your last Alawi was the last credit alert your bank account has received? Are you tired of typing, printing, submitting, or emailing your curriculum vitae to every office, uncle and aunty you know? Have you tried your hands at a business or businesses and failed? Are you frustrated at failure and stagnation to the point of physically pulling out your hair, or weave? If you answered in the affirmative then you should invest the 6 minutes it takes to read this article.

My advice to you is to use that frustration as a fuel to propel yourself out of the financial hole you are in. I know, I know, it’s easier said than done right? But sometimes all you need is knowledge, inspiration, and motivation. If you happen to be one of those people who lack the inspiration and motivation to get out of bed in the morning, and you’re reading this article on your phone while lying snuggly in the warmth and comfort of your bed on a week day – then let the following questions kick you out of that bed.

1.Are you satisfied with where you are in life financially?

2.Where do you see yourself in the next five years – doing what you’re

currently doing?

3.Can you afford to fend for yourself doing what you’re currently doing – pay

the rent, bills, buy food, clothes and so on without hand outs?

4.Are you the sole heir to a ‘Gajillion’ dollar inheritance or do you have any

kind of sizable inheritance to look forward to?

If your answers to the above questions are in the negative, then consider yourself literally kicked in the behind. Do something, start a business, not just any business, but the right business that is suited to the unique gifts, talents and skills that you have. Even if your answer to question 4 above is ‘Yes’, and you will in fact someday inherit great wealth, you should know that to maintain and grow wealth is just as difficult as gathering or building it. You don’t want to end up a pauper haven tasted the good life; just ask the prodigal son, or watch the movie ‘Trading places’. There are some places you don’t want to be literally or financially. It’s like falling off a horse on a journey and having to walk the rest of the way, or when you can’t afford to fuel your car and you have to walk around telling people lies like “Am just trying to lose weight”, Yeah, right.

If you’re already employed or running your own business then you need to ‘diversify your investment portfolio’ – as the economic experts say, I bet some people don’t even know what is or how to spell ‘investment’ and ‘portfolio’ let alone ‘diversify’ it. Simply put it means to have multiple/alternative streams or sources of income. These alternative streams of income will help you to augment any shortfalls and deal with your personal day to day expenses, like transportation, fuel, food, recharge card/data for you and your girlfriend, personal grooming and so on; while you use your main income for long-term savings and settling of bigger issues, like how to pay that throat cutting dowry your future in-laws are demanding for the hand of their daughter in marriage.

We all want to be successful in business, but this success means different things to different people. You need to define what success means to you and understand how and what you need to do in-order to achieve it. Minda Zetlin in the article posted on Inc.com, titled Here’s How Steve Jobs Defined Success. How about You? – outlined different factors by which people define success:

1.Influence: Wide spread consumer acceptance. This when a company named after a

fruit pioneers cutting edge electronic devices and soft ware, thus becoming a

global financial phenomenon, churning billions of dollars in annual revenue.

2.Reach: How many people buy your products/visit your website/read or watch your

blog or vlog?

3.Metrics: Customer base, Key Performance Indexes (KPIs).

4.Approval: People approval of you, your products or business. This translates

into demand and sales for your business.

5.Happiness: The usual measure of success that indicates your level of

satisfaction. This doesn’t mean you should be satisfied with low performance

standards just so you can pretend you’re happy.

6.Money: Some measure success in money, others see it (money) as a byproduct of

success. As an entrepreneur the measure of your company’s success is in how

much money you’re making. So if money is your measure of success, how much

does it take to be successful?

 

Zig Ziglar defines success in terms of financial security to meet obligations and provide for your family after you are gone. I bet the thought of your wife and kids – God forbid, being stranded financially after your demise is a kick in the rare. I personally believe that success in life or business involves the following:

1.Opportunities: Recognizing when they come – and trust me they will come.

Sometimes the opportunity comes when you least expect, like that Federal

Safety Corps checkpoint that suddenly appears around the corner when you are

not wearing your seat belt. If you’re lucky the opportunity will announce

itself long before hand and give you time to prepare, like the examinations

time table that comes out months or weeks ahead.

2.Preparation: Success is being prepared when opportunities come. You are so

prepared you can’t wait for it to show up, and when it does, you seize it by

the horns like the proverbial bull and scream “mine, mine, all mine!”

 

Success in business requires persevering through challenges. Don B. Owens said “Nothing great is created suddenly, be patient give it time”. John Mason in the book Let go of whatever holds you back writes, you may and will likely fail and suffer some setbacks at the beginning, don’t give up just yet. According to Zig Ziglar failure is only an event, you should expect the best and prepare for the worst, but capitalize on what comes. My advice to you is to understand why and how you failed, and what you can do to improve and avoid similar mistakes in the future.

When dealing with the challenges and failure in business keep two things in mind, first there things within your sphere of influence which you can exercise control over – in order to improve your business; such as business hours, how you relate to your customers and so on. Say for example you have a lazy and rude employee, who also happens to be family member or relative, you can exercise control over the negative situation they create at work like Al Pacino in The god father I, and get rid of that employee to save your business. So if your wife asks why you fired her sister or brother, just go Michael Corleone-mode on her and say “It’s not personal honey, it’s strictly business”. Now I cannot guarantee the outcome of that conversation and the peace (or lack thereof) to follow in your matrimonial home, but am just saying.

Secondly there are things beyond your sphere of influence that can negatively impact on the success of your business, like economic depression, inflation, high interest rates, insecurity, the laws of demand and supply, and lest I forget my personal favorite – the weather. Like that august rain that comes with no warning and pours non-stop on the construction site just after the cement has been mixed, and you still have to pay the workers for work not done at the end of the day, leaving you at a loss of time/schedule and money (Story for another day). Anyway, generally these are things that make you wish you could get on a rocket ship and fly away to outer space and never ever…ever come back. The point am trying to make is that you shouldn’t worry about these things – they will come to pass, hopefully sooner than later.

I guess by now the big question on your mind is “what kind of business should I engage in?” There are numerous businesses that can be broadly categorized under manufacturing/industry, retail trade, food services, construction, information technology services and so on. I believe there are two ways to figure this out:

  1. Think of a solution to a problem: Simon Sinek an author and motivational

speaker said “Successful businesses are ones that find solutions to

problems.” So you need to first identify a problem in your locality, school,

or neighborhood, then see an opportunity, and proffer a solution for which

you can charge money. Back when I was in school doing my masters in

Architecture, the greatest problem we had as students was meeting deadlines

for design presentations – the problem; I saw a business opportunity, which I

exploited by providing students with a way to meet the deadlines –the

solution. The solution I provided came at a cost – my profit (story for

another article). Trevor Noah in the book Born a Crime, wrote about his

business exploits in school. He saw the problems – there was no cafeteria in

the school so students had to run to a tuck shop and queue to buy the limited

food available, you could miss lunch and play time if you were late. The

opportunity – Trevor was fast on his feet, which uniquely qualified him to

exploit the business opportunity he saw. The solution – he charged students

money to get their lunch for them in time. His best customers were the fat

kids.

  1. What are you good at? : Perhaps you have a hobby, passion, skill or talent,

think thus, “How can I turn this into money?” Your gifts and talents are

usually pointers into your area of calling, and you ultimately prosper in

your calling. A few things in life are as fulfilling as being paid for what

you enjoy doing. So what you do is acquire relevant materials to develop

yourself in that talent/skill, study what others have done, acquire necessary

equipment and tools, and basically invest your time, resources, and energy

into capacity building – skill development.

For example you have an eye for fashion, or you like gossiping, or applying copious amounts of make up on your face to look pretty or hide some natural features, or perhaps you like attending weddings uninvited, may be even all of the above. Then this is how you can turn your leisure ventures into profitable business ventures:

– Gossiping: Start a blog

-Fashion trendy: Clothing line, tailoring business, retail.

– Makeup: Beauty shop

– Crashing weddings: Photography, blog and so on.

 

If you put all of the above together you get a business venture that caters to wedding couples (the clients), providing them with fashionable wedding attires, makeup, and photo coverage. Of course you will need other things like startup capital, a team, networking, and so on, (Story for another article). So whatever your interest is you can turn it into a successful business.

In subsequent articles, if ever get around to it- I’ll be discussing about some keys, guidelines and strategies for a starting and running a successful business. These will include (but not be limited) to the following:

1.Knowing the kind of person you are, and how that relates to the kind of

business suited for you.

2.How to write a business plan and map out the developmental strategies for

your business. Where to start from, your target market and so on.

3.Knowing your business competition.

4.How to study and adopt and improve upon the success strategies of other

businesses and avoid their mistakes.

5.How to raise start-up capital for your business, and so on.

 

I hope these words have inspired and motivated you to do something. It’s 2018 for crying out loud!

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I Love this Game!

First time I picked up a basketball Jordan was still in the NBA. I think it was around the time of his final retirement. If I remember correctly, I hurt myself. I jammed my finger against the ball. My swollen hand ached for days. I thought I hated basketball after that experience. But it kept calling to me.

Years later I am much taller, a little older, non-wiser. I picked the ball up again. This time I got the hang of it. I tried the moves I saw on TV. It was a lot harder than I imagined. Inspired by the legend Jordan, and the legend in the making-Kobe, I kept playing. Soon I discovered I was actually good at it- or so I like to think.

The moves came naturally to me. The crossover, the finger rolls, the trade mark post up a fade away jumper, and the Iverson shake. That one took some practice. I remember my favorite players and their moves. Kobe and Iverson with the shake, Garnett and the post up, the Shaq attack, Jason kidd’s razzle dazzle, and Vince carter’s magical flight. Now that was spectacular.

One day I went out to play at a court in my neighborhood. I can’t remember much of the details of that day. I guess I mentally blocked it out. I recall being dribbled so bad every one screamed. I promptly withdrew myself and went straight back home. I determined never to show myself back there again. At least not until I improved my game.

I bought my first ball in the nineties. 1997 I think. It was like one of those one’s the Globe Trotters often used. Red, white, and blue with stars. I loved the sound it made when it struck the ground. I would play for hours any where I could. I would record NBA games form the television on the VCR. Recording over every old VHS tape I could find. Soon I had a collection of games which served as my coach. I practiced vigorously, looking forward to the day when I would have my revenge.

I soon mastered the moves, one in particular. The cross over. It was familiar with Iverson and Kobe at the time. You would fake right, with a head and shoulder shake, and then go left in an instant. Your opponent would go in the opposite direction. Satisfied with my mastery of this deadly move, I returned to the court-this time with a little more confidence.

There he was, oblivious to my existence. Innocently playing like he usually did. I don’t think he remembered me then. I recalled the embarrassment he put me through the first time we crossed paths. I could feel the excitement bubbling within me like a volcano. Fate matched us up against each other on opposite teams- with a little help from me patiently scheming and timing.

The game was a three on three half court. My team was down by how many points I couldn’t remember. I didn’t even care. I wanted to win my war not the game. All I wanted my chance at redemption. Finally my desire was rewarded. It was just me and him now, our team mates in the paint. I lured him out cunningly like fish following the bait on a hook. He followed innocently. If only he knew what I was planning. We were at the three point range now. I made sure everyone could see us. His eyes met mine. I could see the puzzled look on his face as he struggled to remember. My face must have looked familiar to him- the arrogance.

He took the defensive pose. Knees bent low arms spread to his side. There was no way I could get by-or so he thought. I dribbled the ball between my legs. Right to left, right to left. I could see him relaxing his stance. Convinced that I wasn’t going to do anything. I knew it was time to strike. I dribbled the ball through my legs, left to right. This time I went wide, stretching my hand with the ball as I faked right. A lightning speed head and shoulder fake followed. This added to the deception. He jumped to my right. I went left in split second.

The thunderous screams and applause that followed matched the distance between us as momentum pushed him farther away from me. It was done. I passed the ball to a team mate. We made eye contact again. This time the arrogant little player recognized me.

“Oh yeah it’s me”

I never actually said the words but my eyes said it all.

My team mate made the basket, we were one point up. The spectators never noticed that. They were still replaying the cross over in their minds, and mimicking the move from the side lines.

My player status redeemed I withdrew myself promptly. Leaving him frustrated and confused. He knew I was just showboating. That was one of the most satisfying events of my life. Only now as I type these words looking back, do I realize that I can use negative experiences to push myself.

Many more years later, I still love the game. The sound the ball makes when it strikes the floor. That feeling in the brief moment before you release the ball when making a fade away jumper. Suspended in mid air, your eyes on the rim a steely focus. That feeling when you dribble an opponent, leaving him embarrassed-Satisfaction. The screams from spectators that follows-even more satisfying.

I haven’t played in a while. I can’t find the time or energy. I watch the game though. This time I download videos from the internet and watch them whenever I get the chance. My body may not be as agile as it once was, but my mind is very much sharp. The skills never leave you. It’s in the blood. I imagine someday when I have a kid I will teach him to play.

 

Launch America – The Flight of the Falcon

The Falcon was fueled and ready.

The crew access arm was retracted.

Astronauts Bob & Doug – clad in sleek futuristic space suits, were snug in the Dragon capsule.
It’s T-minus 12 minutes!
My inner child and geek are super excited.
Then the weather struck.
I was fingers and toes crossed. Drenched in the sweat of suspense.
Alas! The launch get’s scrubbed.
The agony!

Saturday.

I counted down to zero with an excitement that could have fueled the 9 Merlins of Falcon 9.

Lift off – my excitement alone could have launched the Falcon to the moon.

I held my breath as the Falcon cut through the air at speeds beyond sound.

The separation from the Dragon Crew – A heavy sigh of relief.

The Return of the Falcon and touch down was a surreal – a bonus trip.

Now I eagerly await the culmination of the 19 hour trip of Dragon Crew to the ISS.

God Speed Endeavor!

The Fallacy of Fact in the Face of Truth

Planet Earth.
A microscopic organism brings global systems to a grinding halt.
Transportation, commerce, schools, and borders – all shut down one by one
on a global scale.
Fear, suspicion, and racism spread faster than the invisible virus.
Panic and lock down became the order of the day in many countries.
The above sounds like the intro to an epic post apocalyptic science fiction movie.
Sadly this is the reality of today.
But reality…fact becomes fallacy in the face of Truth.
What is the Truth?

The Truth is John 14:27 – Peace in trying times
The Truth is Psalm 91 – Exemption

The Truth is Deuteronomy 31:8, Isaiah 43:1 – Do not fear

For those battling infection the Truth is JESUS Heals – Luke 6:19, Mark 6:56, Mathew 8:1-3, 14-15, Mathew 9:20-22, 28-30,  Isaiah 53:4-6
The Truth is that we who believe have authority to minister healing Acts 3:6,

The Truth is healing is yours Proverbs 17:22, Jeremiah 17:14,  James 5:14-15,
Exodus 23:25, Isaiah 41:10, 2 Chronicles 7:14-15, Malachi 4:2

The Truth is John 8:32

Pray that the God of peace and comfort will comfort the families of those
who lost their loved ones.
Pray for those infected to receive their healing.
Pray for the front line medical personnel all over the world – may God protect and reward them.

If I Could Play the Guitar

If I could play an instrument,

I’d play the Guitar.

If I could play the Guitar,

they’d call me Bleeding Fingers,

I’d be plucking em strings like a lawn mower on grass.

If I could play the Guitar I’d have em all,

Acoustic, Electric and Bass.

I’d start the day loud and proud with a Dreadnought, and by evening time settle down with Parlour.

If I could play the Guitar,

ear drums would rejoice from my

“Jazzy-Rock-Countryish” – you name it, solos.

If I could play the Guitar I’d be BB Kinging tunes out like Santana,

they’d probably call me Santana King.

If only I could play the Guitar.

The sweet vibration of plucked strings,

and the amplified melody from the sound hole is pure bliss.

But alas I can’t play the Guitar.

So I’ll just type this here words like the solo from an acoustic for your reading pleasure.

World Book Day – Present, Past, Future

 Present to past and future, and back again, I traveled through time.

At sea, in deep space, on a tarmac, one at a time.

At Sea, my mind drifted carried by billowing sails.

As I experienced the adventure of whale hunting sailors on the high seas, hanging tightly to the ship’s taffrails.

In deep space my imagination moved at the speed of light, propelled by a warp drive engine.

I felt the thrill of a star ship captain seeking new life.

On land my mind is propelled by a twin V6 turbo charged engine.

I felt the exhilaration of going from not to 60  in 3 seconds, or what an engine!

Will I end up in the belly of the infernal white whale, or Davy Jones’ locker?

Will the new life and civilization I seek welcome me, or will the Klingons be a bother?

Will they wave the chequered flag for me at the finish line?

Whatever may be, I will continue my journey through time.

Back and forth I’ll go till the last page is flipped, and my coffee is all sipped.

Dear Future Child

There are five things I love.

The Word of God. Architecture. Basketball. Writing. Books

Should you choose – I’ll teach you the game of basketball.The subtle art of the cross over and jump shot.

Should you choose – I’ll teach you Architecture. The fine art and skill of creating through design.

Should you choose – I’ll teach you to read Books and how to Write them. The acquisition of knowledge and dissemination of same.

Most importantly I’ll teach you the Word of God. This  will  guide you through storms, temptations, and challenges. The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom.

I will Inspire and pass on to you the things you need to strengthen your spirit, mind and body.

Overcome Your Limitations

 

Most guys won’t admit this, but my name is not ‘most guys’ so I’ll. We love our romantic movies -at least I know I do. I’ve always been a sucker for romance especially the romantic comedies. Not the silly slap-stick type of comedy, where almost every character is clowning and acting a fool, but the ones in which the humor is subtle and intelligently implied. I’ve seen quite a few (romantic movies) and among my favorites are “City of Angels”, “Sleepless in Seattle”, “You’ve got Mail”, “The Fault in our Stars”, and the morbidly romantic “Meet Joe Black”, just to mention a few (Please try to ignore the fact that the first 3 movies I mentioned are by Meg Ryan – story for another day). But my new all time favorite romance movie is “The Mountain between Us” starring Idris Elba and what’s-her face from Titanic? Man o Man that movie moved me to tears. Okay, so I didn’t actually cry, but something got into my eye and you know how it goes…Any way never mind. The movie is mostly about survival and adventure in the cold mountains of who knows where.

What was I writing about again? Oh yes. So there I was right, just minding my own business, having my usual dinner and a movie. Little did I know that the movie I was about to watch would sweep me off my feet. So I saw through the whole setup of the movie. Seriously it wasn’t that hard to figure out. It’s like when you can see the punch coming and you brace for impact. But it still hurts. I knew Idris Elba’s character – Ben Bass and Kate Winslet’s character – Alex Martin were going to get stranded and end up falling in love. But the way the story unraveled was like the noodles I was having for dinner – cooked to perfection.

If it wasn’t for Alex, Ben would have died on that mountain, though Ben saved Alex – literally, it was Alex who actually saved them both. She got him to leave the crash site. Ben was content with just freezing on the mountain in the hope of being rescued. So any hoo, the whole freezing on the mountain thing reminded me of the time I climbed to the very top of Mount Sinai in Egypt – that is an experience I do not want to repeat ever again. Except may be if I’ll be meeting the love of my life up there like Ben and Alex. I wouldn’t want us to get stranded though. I’d probably bail on her. Just kidding. Or am I.

Climbing Mount Sinai is by far the most difficult and painful thing I have ever had to do in my entire life. Every part of my being was screaming in pain. I have had some near death experiences in life like the time I fell some 10 meters from a mango tree. The branches broke my fall. While the fire ants that made me trip in the first place stung me all the way down. But that experience doesn’t even come close to Mount Sinai. I remember at some point I just wanted to sit there and drift into the eternal sleep induced by oxygen deprivation. If it were not for my companion – Jise, I doubt if I would be writing this story today. Jise kept urging me to go on,

“just a little bit more. Almost there…” he would say. Lying to me.

“Really…we’re almost there?!”  I would reply. Believing the lie.

Now let me paint a picture of what Sinai is like. For starters it’s very much like the mountains in the movie. Except for the snow. But with all the cold and then some. We started out at night, around 10pm.  I later find out that this was because it was less scary at night. The base of the mountain where we assembled was cold and windy. I wondered why ‘Mother Nature’ was so mad. We started out at a gentle slope, and I remember thinking, “Puhlease! This is going to be easy”. Oh how wrong I was.

Mount Sinai is like a snake. It creeps up on you stealthily and before you know it has you wrapped around its cold, jagged death embrace. Am not even trying to be poetic here.  At the hotel before we left I put on a pair of sweat pants, and a pair of jeans over them. I had four layers of clothing. An inner vest. A long sleeve wooly shirt. A sweater, and finally a heavy jacket. On my feet I had only a pair of socks and sneakers. My head was warmly tucked inside my head warmer. I also had one of those checkered Middle Eastern type scarfs wrapped around my neck and face. I also wore a pair of gloves. And finally a thick layer of ‘Aboniki’ balm generously applied all over my chest and neck area to keep warm. If you don’t know what ‘Aboniki’ balm is then imagine hot pepper extract mixed with fire. But in the innocent looking form of a balm. I’ll bet you thought I was all good right? Wrong.

By the time we were about 2 hours into the hike, the slope had gotten steeper. My legs and feet were asking me what they ever did to me to deserve the punishment I was putting them through. I remember the Bedouins (Nomadic Arabs that lived around the mountain area) with their camels saying “Fotee dala Fotee dala” as they tried to persuade us to take a camel ride up the mountain instead of walking. Some people took the camel ride up the mountain. Upto the point where it got too steep for the camel. Then they hiked the rest of the way to save energy. Being the manly man that I was I thought camel riding was for sissies. Plus I was definitely not going to part with my forty dollars.  “Najera no strong, ride camel, yes?” the Bedouins persisted greedily.

I was no sissy, and I wasn’t going to punk out to a Bedouin who said Nigerian’s weren’t strong. I had my pride to protect. In retrospect I wish I parted with the forty dollars. At least I would have been able to say that I have once ridden a camel.

There are times in life when you just stop and ask yourself “what did I just get myself into?”, or “just what am I even trying to prove?”

This was definitely one of those times for me. Remember all those layers of clothing I told you about? They seemed to melt away in the unforgiving cold. I felt naked. Literally. It felt like all I had on was just a pair of boxers and singlet. The wind had picked up to like the speed-of-sound-kilometers per hour. But in a whispering and subtle kind of way, the cold crept through every layer of my clothing, past the Aboniki balm and through the pores of my skin, it had frozen my blood stream, and was making its way into my bones. I kept checking to see if my shoes and gloves were still attached to me. It felt like I had dipped my fingers and toes in cold freezing waters. But I couldn’t stop. I had to keep going. There were no more rest stops on the way for me to at least consider giving up.

Oh I forgot to tell you about the rest stops. They are like these little cabins along the mountain trail, set up and run by the Bedouins. Inside you enjoy the warmth of a fire, a blanket, and hot cup of beverage. Herbal tea or coffee. There were may be about 3 or 4 them on the trail- I can’t be sure. I stopped counting after a while. I thought to myself, “Am no chicken, I can do this” so up I kept going. Past the very last one. A lot of people chickened out and gave up the hike. In they went to the comfy confines of the rest stops. Later I found myself saying “Yes I am a chicken I want a rest stop!” but I had reached the non-existing sign that said ‘You are doomed, no more rest stops beyond this point’. I had to look within for the courage to continue.

Now if you think that the cold is the only thing to contend with, you are in for a surprise. Mount Sinai is 2,285 meters high (7,495 ft) almost half the height of Mount Everest base camp – 5,500 m. Let me give you the science of the predicament I found myself in, at sea level effective oxygen is 20.9% at about 7000 ft it drops to 16%. It was early January the temperature hovered around 5⁰C to -4⁰C. At this altitude the atmospheric pressure is low which decreases the partial pressure of inspired oxygen, and also the pressure for oxygen in the lungs. Basically the low pressure at high altitudes makes it feel like there is a lower percentage of oxygen to breathe. This can negatively affect your lungs, pulmonary circulation, heart, central nervous system, and blood – possibly leading to hypoxia, hypothermia, and such.

All these fancy words are just a way of saying “The climate up there will kill you! Leave…leave now!”  Ideally adequate and progressive acclimatization is required before embarking on such climbs. Sadly we did not have the luxury of the time and resources for all that. Plus no one told me it was going to be this cold. They just said “Take a jacket and gloves with you”. What they should have said was “Don’t do it. You will die up there!”

The words you just read sound like something out of the movie “Everest” or “Encounter at the End of the World”. Well this wasn’t a movie, it was reality and I was in it.  You know how Holly Wood movies usually have the one black dude that dies in the most horrific way. I felt like I was that black dude. The hot tropical climate of Nigeria that I have known all my life did not prepare me for the minus temperature ranges. My body went into some kind of shock. Like the scary scene in a horror movie when the black guy turns around and sees the monster that had been creeping behind him all along.

My heart was working overtime pounding loudly like a combustion engine.  A few steps felt like I walked a thousand miles. My lungs were working overtime. Struggling to breathe in the freezing air that did not seem to exist. Breathing went from difficult to impossible. I had a massive ache where my head used to be. My brain become sluggish like a computer with an over tasked micro processor chip. I began to struggle with basic cognitive functions like walking. I believe I was even hallucinating at some point. Something about my burial ceremony without a body. “He died on the Mount Sinai, they never found his body” I imagined the clergy man saying at my funeral.

In a somewhat semi-unconscious state I heard a voice saying to me “Stay away from the light, don’t go into the light!”

“But the light is so warm and beautiful” I heard myself reply.

Turns out it was actually Jise saying to me “You need to get up…can you hear me…here let me help you” as he reached down and pulled me out of the dark abyss my soul was sinking into. We finally got moving again.

“What was that you said about a light?” Jise asked me.

“Uhm, never mind” I retorted. shamefully.

Jise helped me carry my small back pack. Which at that point felt like a tonne of bricks to me. All I had in it was a bottle of water, my camera. Oh, and the ton of bricks someone had put in there without my knowledge. The low oxygen environment made everything like a Gajillion times harder and heavier. It felt like someone cranked up gravity to the max, walking felt like I was dragging along with me a 747 jet. I imagined the experience must be similar to what Kryptonite does to Super Man. I wasn’t even that out of shape. okay may be just a little. Okay, actually a lot out of shape, there was in fact a massive bulge where my 6 packs used to be. Over the months I had watched helplessly as my 6 packs slowly morphed into a single pack. My high cholesterol diet and lack of exercise had finally caught up with me. Jise on the other hand unlike me was like a 6 foot 13 inch Arnold Swazznegger looking dude. He didn’t seem to get tired at all. I trailed behind him wondering how the weight of two back packs didn’t slow him down.

I can’t believe Moses had to go up the mountain twice! If I were him, I would have beaten those sinful Israelites with the rod screaming “Do you know what I’ve been through!! Do you!! I almost died up there!!”

I think at this point I should tell you about the Bedouins. Ah yes, those wonderful aliens that live among us disguised as humans. Those guys are not human at all; I remember our tour guide said something about centuries of living on the cold low oxygen environment had made them to acclimatize. I think not. They are really aliens with superhuman strength. While I was crawling my way up the mountain gasping for breath with every step, someone/something just ran past me. Hopping from one step to another. I thought “impossible! I must be hallucinating again”.

I mean the guy literally skipped about like a happy mountain goat. He was a Bedouin guide who had had been patiently following us all along. Monitoring us to make sure no one got lost or died on the way. I suspect he ran out patience at my slow pace and decided I was going to die anyhow. So he abandoned us. He was completely unaffected by the cold and lack of oxygen. He just skipped from one rock to another. Like literally. I just stood there with one hand on my knees and the other pointing at him in horror. I had seen it all, “Aliens!” I muttered under my breath.

Somehow I found the will to go on, I had come so far. Plus I didn’t know if I would ever have the opportunity to do this again. Mostly I didn’t know how I could face myself if I gave up. I realized I wasn’t just trying to conquer Sinai but it was really a battle of will. Mind over body. It was John Mason that said “In life the best victory is to conquer yourself”. As I began to ignore the limitations in my mind. My body complied with the spirit within.

So any way, the terrain had become like the scene on ‘Crematoria’ mountain in the movie “Chronicles of Riddick”. Precariously steep with jagged edges is an understatement to describe the scenery. Someone – the alien Bedouins I believe, had carved steps out of the mountain sides. I don’t know how many there were. But after about 10 steps I felt like I would rather eat the rocks of the mountain than climb another step. The steps were winding. Narrow. Uneven and steep. I had to use my hands to climb.  All I had was a tiny flash light to light the way. It was at that moment I understood why they made us climb up at night. Now am not scared of heights or anything. But I’ll bet the sight would have made most people quit. The narrow steps seemed to stick out of this spiraling tower of rock that wound all the way to the very top of the mountain. I could make out some form of the terrain from the dim light. It was not pretty. And I was definitely not hallucinating.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally made it to the top of Mount Sinai. It was amazing. Like an outer body experience kind of amazing. There was this Greek orthodox chapel and in the dark it looked like it had somehow morphed out of its rocky surroundings.  I raised my head up and the sight my eyes beheld was amazing times infinity. I have never seen the stars sparkling so brightly. There was no visual interference from city lights to diminish their twinkle. They sparkled like diamonds in the night sky. The strange constellation I beheld humbled me to my core. The overwhelming beauty of it all screamed the glory of God’s creation. I thought I had died and was on my way to Heaven. Some other people who had made it to the top were praying – what I suspected was their last prayers. I tried to speak but the words barley came out. I prayed in my heart. To this day I can’t remember what I prayed. I just knew He heard it all before the thoughts even made sense in my head.

At the summit the temperatures were sub-sub zero! There was like literally no oxygen, it was so cold even my camera and phone wouldn’t work. Though back at the hotel I had a full battery charge in both of them. We were warned to rest just a bit, and go back down because it was too cold. Apparently people got hypothermia, and died in their sleep. The Bedouin aliens carrying their frozen corpses away.  I definitely did not want my frozen corpse to be carried away by Bedouin aliens. I was glad when we started back down the mountain. Very glad. After a while the air became normal again. Though my feet hurt with every step like a thousand knife wounds. I smiled all the way down.

As we made our descent the sun came up slowly and finally peaked over the distant horizon and I witnessed the curvature of the earth. I was like at eye level with the clouds, and I saw how they shimmered as the sun light tickled them with golden rays turning them from blue to pink and something in between.

So I went up Sinai filled with the excitement of youthful exuberance and I came down with a humbled heart. My senses were intensely overwhelmed, my body by the severe cold and low oxygen. My mind overwhelmed by the beauty of the stars and terrain.

Against all odds I overcame my limitations on Mount Sinai. So, if you’re reading this and experiencing some difficulties and challenges and it seems as if there is a mountain before you, and you’re thinking about giving up. Then know this “It’s not the mountain we conquer, but our selves” – Sir Edmund Hillary.

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Who Got Mo Game?

I know these basketball players. Their handles are crazy.

One of them will leave your ankles Curving. The other one will make you feel Sorry.

One of them dribbles like a professionally trained ballerina – moves are refined and graceful. His dribbles will hurt your ankles.

The other dribbles like a street dancer – moves seem unrefined and brute.  His moves will hurt your ankles and your feelings.

One of them will have you limping off the court-ankles broken, plotting your revenge.  The other will have you limping off the court saying to yourself “I hate this game”.

The graceful one seems to shy from a challenge. The brute one welcomes it, and will even seek it out.

One of them is a ‘3 point sniper’. He will win the game sharp shooting from long distances, after displacing you with graceful moves.

The other one is a ‘close quarter- in the paint finishing expert’. His mode of operation is to displace you, then blow past you and take you out under the rim with a layup.

I love watching them play, but I can’t decide who my favorite is, or who is better.

They both have the heart and determination to win.

One of them is too good to be guarded. The other one will score three long range threes before you can say “I love this game”.

Guess who they are?

Lazy Nigerian Youths

I’ve got something to say!

This one is for all the lazy Nigerian youths out there, you know yourselves.

The lazy ones that can’t even wait for Nigeria’s free oil money, instead they will just go and start their own business to make a living; the very lazy and uneducated youths that will learn a skill or craft – with no help or aid from government and use it to make ends meet.

They are even so lazy that they put aside their academic degrees and pride to work blue collar jobs. While their hard working mates get a free ride on the perks of daddy’s office.

Those Nigerian youths that are so lazy you will find them on construction sites looking for work as menial labourers. They are so lazy that they spend their entire day under the scorching sun mixing concrete and carrying building blocks on their head. Those lazy ones that work till the texture of the palm of their hands rivals that of a crocodiles back.

I want to talk to all the lazy youths that will work to pay their way through school, and earn academic degrees with no jobs waiting for them in the public or private sector, those lazy youths with brilliant business plans and ideas and no start-up capital. Your mates are chilling in convoys while you’re lazily typing and retyping your résumés, and submitting them looking for jobs where there are none.

I want to talk to those lazy Nigerian youths who go around starting small business with next to nothing – barbers and hair stylists, tailors and seamstresses, photographers and event planners, those young business men and women buying and selling commodities, making handmade products, and so on.

I have something to say to all those lazy artisans – welders, carpenters, masons, plumbers, those lazy boys that go around early in the morning evacuating refuse from residences for peanuts, those lazy boys with their wheel barrows looking for free oil money.

I want to say something to all the lazy boys going from one refuse dump to another picking plastic bottles, and scrap metals, just so they can eat their next meal.

I want to address those lazy Nigerian youths working as ‘moluwe’ drivers and conductors, those ones working as okada men, those ones earning minimum wage; all those lazy Nigerian youths working 7a.m to 7pm in banks where they can get fired any day any time without due remuneration.

Now listen to what I have to say, that free oil money you are lazily waiting for is meant for hardworking youths whose parents occupy political offices, those ones that buy cars with pocket money, and those ones that travel around the world in government jets. All you lazy Nigerian youths should know this, the money you are lazily waiting for is meant for those hardworking youths who get jobs without even knowing how to apply for it, the ones that need not show up for the interview.

Nigeria’s free oil money is meant for the children of the elite, children of elected public officials and appointees, the hardworking ones that can’t even spell ‘curriculum vitae’ without checking a dictionary. The money you are waiting for is meant for those hardworking youth whose fathers can get them a placement in any government ministry, department or agency with a simply phone call, those hardworking youths whose only merit is the fact that their father is the ‘oga at the top’.