The 20/20 Experience: A brief review

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Mr. West doesn’t like you

music challenge day 1

Just streamed the entirety of Justin Timberlake’s new album : The 20/20 Experience. Production wise, it is a fantastic experience, Mr.Timothy Mosley (Timbaland) puts in serious work into this classic piece (yes it’s a classic). From Justin’s matured vocals to Timbo’s well-layered beats, this album for now is Jt’s magnum opus. Those fans who loved Jt’s first album will absolutely love this album, same goes to those who favored Jt’s second album. There is plenty for ‘errybody’.

Asides all the praise, I can see why Mr. Kanye West is not particularly pleased with Suit and Tie, the well coated song seems to be the weakest link among the bunch.

Stand out song for now : Let the Groove Get In ( has that African vibe; maybe Malian, and a hint of Michael Jackson)

Pros: Production, Beats and Vocals

Cons: It should have been titled, Justin Timberlake and Timbaland Present : The 20/20 Experience

 

Music has no boundaries or tags

Ù rú èsé (Thank you)

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I just want to extend ‘a thank you’ to all my followers, blog visitors (who still refuse to follow me), and to those who don’t give a rat’s butt about my blog. A million thanks to everyone on here. Being in the presence of very talented writers and bloggers, I can proudly write, has definitely improved my peash-pash-pat writing. I now edit more, write more, I even read more (books and blogs) and lastly, I cook more, yeah I know, I do cook, so get over it because, you know who else can cook: chef Ramsey. I know I’m not as good as the high and mighty Sensei Ramsey, but give me some credit, I cook both African, and sometimes if I am not too broke I cook some delicious international delicacies. I bet that Ramsey guy doesn’t know Kunta about cooking African food, Kinte! I say. Why should he be able to cook African food, you might ask? Umm because he is a chef, and please don’t say I am ignorant, instead call me ‘awesomely ignant’.

Anyways that was a little bit off topic, but once again Thank you all, I plan to follow and read more WP writers and life adventurers (what the hell is adventurous about this war-ridden world) Anyhow, get ready for some likes ( and by likes I mean WordPress Likes) and comments.

Peace to everybody

Uyi gone

(No, I’m still here though, so yeah, I know chef Gordon Ramsey is cool and all, but sometimes he’s a complete ……..what’s the word……oh yeah……..a complete “……….” please don’t try counting the dots)

Random Random. As a kid living in Nigeria (or to be exact in societal terms; a third world country), one of my favorite action movies was Beverly hills cop. Eddie Murphy’s comedic delivery was first-class.

The Original Orange

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The proud but always smiling badger stared at the yellow orange with much curiosity. His white and black fur shone as the sun stood in the sky without fear. He wondered why this particular orange was just so yellow. Every orange he had seen before were not as yellow as this one. Mr. Blind Hedge-Hog had told him that the yellow orange was a sign of doom.

“Foolish Hedge-hog, he doesn’t know anything,” the Smiling Badger thought.

Doom only came to people who wished for it. You get what you wish for. He hated people who were always negative. For example, the always drunk pink Squirrel was always having trouble because of his constant negativity.

For all this smiling Badger knew, this yellow orange was a sign of good times. The smiling badger knew he had to stop Mr. Blind Hedge-Hog from spreading more lies about the yellow orange, so he decided that he would go up to Mr. Blind Hedge-Hog’s house and confront him.

Knock! Knock!!

“Who is it, is that you Mr. Yellow Squirrel?” Mr. Blind Hedge-Hog asked with much curiosity.

“No! It’s Mr. Smiling Badger.”

“Oh you, I really would like if you could stop smiling”

“I can’t, I am the smiling badger.”

“I know but your smile is just borderline plain ridiculous,” shouted the hedge-hog.

“You see its hedge-hogs like you that continue to piss off the humans.”

“How do those always angry humans relate to me not liking your smile? You know Mr. Smiling Badger sometimes I don’t believe I know you”

“Typical of Mr. Blind Hedge-hog, you always keep quoting annoying irrelevant references. You watch too much of those human television shows.”

“Shut up, just shut up, you know nothing. You know nothing about anything with your sassy looking face.”

“Oh for the love of my father’s smile, are you Hedge-hogs ever serious?”

“Hmm, you know that’s a very difficult question, but be rest assured that the yellow orange will answer your question, with doom of course.”

“Stop speaking such blasphemy, the yellow orange will bring peace and harmony.”

“No, you are wrong my friend, the yellow orange will kill us, except me off course and maybe my wife.”

“Alright I can’t take this anymore, open this door at once, you spiny little mammal.”

“Oh wow, you know, all this time we both were engaging in this heated debate over a yellow orange, I honestly honestly! forgot you were still at the front of my door.”

“That’s it, I’m going home, I hope you Hedge-hogs turn into zombies and kill each other.”

“Now that’ll be cool, like I’ll just freak the living nut out of Mr. Yellow Squirrel”

“By the way please extend my greetings to Mrs. Smiling Badger for me, I miss her sassiness.”

“Mr. Smiling Badger, are you there?”

“Well well, I guess he went away”

“And I was just about to open the door.”

“Oh Life, we hedgehogs are just beautiful and misunderstood.”

 

The story of the hedge-hog is an ongoing series, catch up with previous episodes of the hedge-hog

The Legend of the Hedge-Hog 

The Curse of the Hedge-Hog

Hallelujah

The complicated rhymes
Rewriting the name Jesus
Every suit preaches
Yeah, they saw him
Some walked on water
Other saw Moses
Flaws none have
Perfected reflections
Always accepting glorified pieces
Tongues twirl when gold pours on
Smiles widen when watches strap on
By the steps, or in pockets
Feeding the luxurious beggar
Not soul, rather in taste
Nothing holy about that water

Read part i here

Bamza and Leela

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Approvingly quiescent, Bamza sat next to the large garbage bin. “At last,” he sighed, he was finally in perfect melancholy. This was the only place in the circus that was without laughter or forced delirium. His legs were sprawled all over the floor in an unfazed manner. His left hand held a half empty bottle of Captain Morgan’s rum. With a sudden realization, he came back to reality from his temporary rest and gulped down the remainder of the spicy rum. Each gulp brought back harsher times; from his failed career as circus clown to his failed marriage to a woman who unknowingly was only interested in his money; it all flooded into his mind without a hint of restraint.

“Wretched woman, I hate you,” he drunkenly blurted out. The liquor was now showing its full blown effects, and with a roar he stood up and danced around to his own delight.

“Left, right, left, then right, right!” he sang while moving his legs accordingly.

As his mind remained in a melodic trance, a Nebelung cat appeared from nothing into Bamza’s clear front view. His veins swelled up as he became fully aware of the silky-furred cat.

“Leela!” he exclaimed, and without much thought he immediately began pursuing the cat. He chased and chased. Up and down Bamza ran, he had only one goal on this moonlit night and that was to capture that fuzzy-looking creature. The cat ran without any sign of fright, it was as if the cat knew the pursuant was a failed-man who could not even catch the pieces falling from his own life. Bamza on the other hand looked very determined to succeed, “he had to accomplish this mission life had presented to him,” he thought to himself, “He just had to.”

With his hands almost on the cat, Bamza slipped and fell rock bottom on the floor. To crown his great fall, he had fallen on slime liquid. Bamza was mortified, so he cried. He remained on the floor with discontent written all over his face.

“Blast! This dress cost me 500 bucks. Oh why? Why?”
“See what you caused,” he said, pointing his fingers at the cat.
“I hate my life. I hate this whole damned place. Oh God I am tired, I’m just tired,” He cried.

And so it was that he fell into a deep sleep right next to the garbage disposal. The cat sat close to the now sleeping man. With its glittering eyes, the cat looked at poor Bamza with pity.
And there Leela sat; patiently waiting for her owner to arise from this deep polluted mess.
“Slow Night, So Long,” she purred.

Rise and shine
Drag that weight
Slowly the pain will subside
Even till the night
The cries will be heard
Only the victorious know the joys of the morning

Striking Resemblance

I steer clear from the pretentious

My wheels of thoughts drive off

Into there and here

Looking for a road without dust

How pretentious.

Away, again, I found that same road

Another trace of lies

From the start, it seemed anew

But, the finish begged to differ

Never repeating my mistakes

I lunged into the old tale called love

Hoping to keep sanity

How pretentious.

 

 

The Crocodile City

ON THE ROAD / KADUNA ABUJA EXPRESSWAY
The city stank of death and utter desolation. Many dirty gutters were scattered all over the city showering their many unwanted blessings to those who dared to breathe.

The city was abundantly filled with platinum lies;

“Records of misdirected words

Mixed with a rejuvenated beast

Marked with a line of ill

Too ill to spill puke

Too insane to sniff coke

How far, too long

Till she shakes off her pride

And then all that was wrong spins around

Back along that same place

Where honey tasted better than sex

There she lay, the Queen of the night, deep inside the city of crocodiles.”

CANON 7D VS NIKON D7000?

My search for a proper (proper meaning not expensive) DSLR camera is almost over. I did some research, and I found the Canon 7D to be a bit more vibrant than the Nikon D7000. From my research, it seems the Nikon D7000 is preferred in Asia because, of the non-vibrant aspect. The image quality of the Nikon D7000 seems to be ‘hard hitting’ in my own eyes; less happy times more brutal reality. Vibrant Vs Reality. I do understand the concept that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, but I think i might pick up the Nikon D7000 (maybe with a 50mm lens) Nikon D7000 seems to fit my current theme; Hard hitting reality. Anyways what do I know?

Now I just have to get a job, work hard and of course save up.

Any Suggestions or recommendations, please leave a comment down below.

Thanks 

Peace to your Agbada