THE PLAN: Unearthing together the lessons and truths that could make our lives increasingly fulfilling and eternally relevant…
First, before I say anything, I’d like to say, for the benefit of my subscribed “followers”, this is no SPAM, but a mild transformation from what you once knew as “SamuelIbrahim.Com” to now, “AyeOle.Com”.
So please do not unfollow, block or do anything that may jeopardize everything we’ve built together…[grin*] I know, that sounds corny. I am just trying to say you are important and that our connection in the blogosphere is appreciated. That’s all.
About the blog’s new title.
Aye Ole(meaning “life is not hard” in Yoruba”) represents a sentiment I have held since my early days in the university. To utter the words, do not, in any way, disregard the hardship and difficulties we all face in life.
It is more of a perspective and outlook on life. It is about how you choose to take on the challenges that come without losing your peace of mind. And backing such view and values is the power and quality of our knowledge which, I believe, we must continually develop for the chance at living well and full.
I believe that life, with all its various aspects, could be much more enjoyable and meaningful when we realize the Aye Ole’s, so to speak. And it is because we “know” better and we do better. This is what this blog is about.
Through real human stories and relevant articles, it is my hope that we could together unearth the lessons that could make our lives increasingly fulfilling.
SamuelIbrahim.Com was a phase of searching and multiple turns and prodding for how to go. AyeOle.com is the way I have chosen to go in my contribution to the community of men and women keen on making our sojourn here meaningful, hopefully with eternal implications.
Here is to a new chapter. Let’s have fun making sense of things that matter.
Lately, I have been thinking about the idea of getting better and advancing oneself. I realized, again and again, the irrefutable fact that making good decisions and following through with them, sometimes, must require some kind of deliberate preparation. The type necessary to equip us for the attainment of the goals those decisions point to.
Some goals just need a little a bit more attention than just the opportunity of merely lightning up in our heads. From experience, it is quite easy to make decisions in a state of high ecstasy. But afterward, when the euphoria disappears, and we settle into our normal everyday routine, we often find ourselves challenged and unable to execute the determined objective.
Iris’s irritation wasn’t so much caused by the actual act of infidelity as much as it was by the fact that these reasons for adultery that once only made sense to the culprits in the stories are now finding empathy and understanding with the rest of society, who are watching and being entertained.
Just the other day, my dear friend Iris, opened up to me about why she couldn’t bear watching certain TV shows for their flagrant display of adultery. Now, regardless of how popular they’d become, Scandaland Powerseemed topmost on her list considering how many times she picked on those two.
She was resolutely unyielding in accepting the idea that it is now “modern” to break your marriage vows, especially when it makes you happier – giving you a chance at a truer and more exhilarating relationship with somebody else, who’s supposedly better and more compatible than your once precious and unequaled significant other.
To the brink of definite and total belief, it’s been said most frequently that God has an awful sense of humour.
Unsurprisingly, it is hard to argue against such an assertion when you consider God in relation to our human condition through the eyes of our human logic and understanding.
If you were to try to reason out the sense in seemingly undeserved trials that He allows to happen to us – trials that we’d all be more than happy to do without – you’d find the whole matter nothing short of a fathomless abyss.
If you’ve never paid heed to the words of our fathers, listen now: It is true that “bad” company corrupts. I have kept such company, so I know.
For who would have thought that at the end of 2015 I’d find myself a fanatic of the long distance run. For before then my less than a kilometer early morning jog from my house at Chemist Bus stop to the University of Lagos (and back) was sufficient in maintaining my fitness and vigor. The virile physique I possessed didn’t need much to keep the unsightly features of neglect at bay. But all that changed when my best friend somehow unwittingly convinced me to try something hardcore.
Known for adamantly sticking to my own way – especially when I feel comfortable with it – I am usually never swayed. And so for a long time (precisely up until September 2015) I played true to the script. I was only amused and intrigued when my “brother from “definitely” another mother” would recount his exploits of perpetually running 5km, 10km, and then talk about plans to push even further.
Never for once did I refrain from asking the crucial question, “Why the heck would you want to do that to yourself?” It absolutely didn’t make sense to me why a competent computer programmer would exert himself like a professional athlete preparing for the Olympics.