Cyber Security Month

Posted: October 12, 2016 in Cyber Security

It’s National Cyber Security Awareness Month in the US.


Cyber Security Awareness Month

This is an exciting moment for Cyber enthusiasts and experts in the US and in the world as well as they engage in the themes and programs set aside throughout the month.

One thing that concerns me a lot though is whether other countries take cyber security as serious as the US do to at least set aside even one day that reminds them of the dangerous cyber crime era we live in and that which we approach in future.

Is there any other country that has such a specific day/month set aside for awareness campaigns? I haven’t yet researched on this hence the uncertainty.

Cyber crime is border-less. It would be imperative for countries to join hands and unite in awareness campaigns and mitigation measures to this.

I’m not in the US but I’m compelled to join them in keeping ‘cyber-safe’ this month and all months of the year. Security starts with you!


Posted: October 6, 2016 in Life

5th anniversary


The 5th year old blog is here. Shameful that it had to be WordPress that reminded me of this great feat. Time sky rockets i guess.

Glad that I’ve tried to breathe life into this regardless of the usual ranting of how i get ‘busy’. Everyone is always ‘busy’.

Time to do more than the usual. It won’t be business as usual. Keep it locked.


Posted: October 6, 2016 in Cyber Security, Life

“Hello Friend…”

I was trying the Mr Robot signature monologue opener..never mind if it didn’t have the desired effect on you. Thank you for subscribing, reading or even stumbling upon this post or blog.

I’m not a blogger, neither am I an art enthusiast or writer. I’m just a guy who discovered that i could publish online blog posts instead of writing a journal (i hated writing when i was in college). I try to be witty and interesting in whatever i publish.

The silence here has been too deafening, I cannot make up for it. All I can do is try to publish a post a week or more…but wait!! I just launched a new category that I’ll be posting under…Cyber Security.

I believe now you get the reason for the Mr Robot line. I’ve recently taken an interest in Cyber Security and I’m slowly immersing myself in it skill by skill, effort by effort.

Plenty is lined up but one of my major plans is disseminating information to the public in every way I can. Information is power they say. I hope you are looking forward to it as much as i am.


Life Happened..

Posted: November 3, 2015 in Uncategorized

Life is very nice when you decide to live it.
Live it well.
You just gotta know the simple secrets to it
Worry less
Laugh and love more
Put family first
Live in the present, not in the future
Love God

1. My son, if you keep spending on a woman and she never asked you if you’re saving or investing, and she keeps enjoying the attention, don’t marry her.
2. My son, a woman could be a good wife to you, some could be a good mother to your children but if you’ve found a woman like a mother to you, your children and your family, please don’t let her go.
3. My son, don’t confine the position of your wife to the kitchen. Where did you get that from? Even in our days, we had farmlands where they worked every morning; that was our office.
4. My son, if I tell you that you’re the head of the house, don’t look at your pocket. Look if you will see a smile on your wife’s
5. My son, if you want to have a long life let your wife be in-charge of your salary. It will be difficult for her to spend it when she’s aware of the home needs and bills to pay but if it’s in your care, she will keep asking you even when all has been spent.
6. My son, don’t ever beat your woman. The pain in her body is nothing to be compared to the wound on her heart and that means you may be in trouble living with a wounded woman.
7. My son, now that you’re married, if you live a bachelor kind of life with your wife you will soon be single again.
8. My son, in our days we had many wives and many children because of our large farmlands and many harvests. There’s hardly any land for farming anymore, so embrace your woman closely.
9. My son, under the cocoa tree where i met your mother could be your eateries and restaurants of nowadays, but remember, the closest thing we did there was to embrace each other.
10. My son, don’t be carried away when you start making more money. Instead of spending on those tiny legs that never knew how hard you worked to get it, spend it on that woman that stood by you all along.
11. My son, when I threw little stones or whistled at the window of your mother’s father’s house to call her out, it was not for sex, it was because I missed her so much.
12. My son, remember, when you say your wife has changed, there could be something you’ve stopped doing too.
13. My son, your mother rode the bicycle with me before I bought that tortoise car outside there. Any woman that won’t endure with you in your little beginning should not enjoy your riches.
14. My son, don’t compare your wife to any woman, there are ways she’s enduring you too and has she ever compared you to any man?
15. My son, there is this thing you people call feminism. Well, if a woman claim to have equal rights with you in the house, divide all the bills into two equal parts, take one part and ask her to start paying the other part.
16. My son, I met your mother a virgin and I took more yams to her father. If you don’t meet your wife a virgin, don’t blame her, what I didn’t tell you is that our women had prestige.
17. My son, I didn’t send your sisters to school because I was foolish like many to think a female child won’t extend my family name. Please don’t make that mistake. The kind of female achievers I see nowadays has made the male-gender an ordinary tag.
18. My son, your mother have once locked up the cloth I was wearing and almost tore it because she was angry. I did not raise my hand to beat her because of a day like this, so that I can be proud to tell you that I never for once beat your mother.
19. My son, in our days our women had more of natural beauty, though I wouldn’t lie to you, some had minor painting of their appellation mostly on their arms, the ones you people now call tattoo, but don’t forget that they didn’t expose any part of their body like your women of nowadays.
20. My son, your mother and I are not interested in what happens in your marriage. Try to handle issues without always coming to us.
21. My son, remember I bought your mother’s first sewing machine for her. Help your wife achieve her dreams just as you’re pursuing yours.
22. My son, don’t stop taking care of me and your mother, it’s a secret of growing old and having children to take care of you too.
23. My son, pray with your family. There is a tomorrow you don’t know. Talk to God who knows everything, everyday.


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Posted: March 19, 2015 in Life, Relationships

I get home every evening, drop my luggage (if any), step into the bathroom to wash my hands, God knows what I’ve touched all day, and after stepping out, i reach for a white hand towel just outside the door. 
As I wipe my hands, the short 2-day memory recollects in my head. How her smile reminded me of Fiona Gallagher’s similar smile, how she blushed as I asked her out for coffee while handing her my card, how surprised she was when i confirmed my interest in her unlike other flirts who had met her before.
The hour-long conversation we had that felt like it was just 5 minutes and how i slept content that i had clinched the affection of someone special. It was never to be.
The rest, as they say, is not history. I’ll keep the souvenir Terry. I’ll keep it as a reminder of the affection that never blossomed.

Dear Diasporans…We Hate You!!

Posted: March 7, 2015 in Life

Let me tell you the truth as it is..WE HATE YOU! Yes we do! Why we hate you is as a result of self inflicted reasons, petty of course, and some induced by you people.

First of all let me make this clear: when i call you a Diasporan, you haven’t changed in status, nationality or in the way that i view you. You’re still that village boy i know, we grew up together, we wore tattered shorts with plenty of patches at the buttocks, we drove used tyres with two sticks on the sides, we played ‘bano’ with datura thorn fruits. You’re still that girl who used to fetch water at the river every evening after school, who we used to throw stones at the window to summon you for our adolescent rendezvous…you’re all still the same!

Why do we hate you? You infuriate us with your Diasporan stories. You bore us with the incessant comparisons you make…”In Dubai there’s no traffic, there’s no crime, there’s no garbage….in New York we never sleep, there’s a subway…blah blah blah” and the barrage continues. Damn!! How dumb are they that they fail to differentiate the simple basic fact about a 1st world and a 3rd world nation??

We hate you when you come and start bragging about your new-found style and culture, “ooh during thanksgiving we don’t eat turkey….oooh i went to the superbowl…” Please please spare us the details or make them as brief as possible…like one-word kind of brief!

We hate you because of self inflicted reasons like never having boarded a plane before, or not having an awesome life here at home, or because you take all the attention from us during that brief period when you’ve come home. We really hate you.

One quick question, why do you all have to broadcast your location in every social media update/post? I mean, back at home your Twitter or Facebook feeds had their location turned off and all of a sudden you’ve realized that it exists after you boarded that plane to another continent.

Finally this goes to my fellow boys (and the few girls) who are football fans; if you happen to go to the United States, come back home one day and start referring to football as soccer, i’ll FUCKIN KILL YOU!!!

PS: If you’re a Diasporan (or anticipating to be), it’s nothing personal. Cheers.