“I would hate to be an almost n**ga
I call ya’ll that, ’cause you gossip like y’all almost b***hes
You know, went to school with Jay, and was almost Jigga
Or hooped against LeBron and would almost get ‘im
Y’all n**gas make me realize how good almost isn’t
Would hate to look back on my life and say “I almost did it
F*ck that”
-Big Sean – “What Goes Around”

Almost…. one word that sums up the biggest fear of my life.
To be almost a millionaire. To almost be great. To almost win the heart of the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. To almost have led an amazing life. To almost have enough to Jet set to the south of France on Vacay. “Almost”..A vicious tease. A beautiful stripper with a “no touch” policy. A walk through the mall with no wallet. Your high school girlfriend?

I’m away from home at the moment. In a land where all I have is my work, my dreams, and the will to win. Its good, and it helps me to realize that as soon as I get back home I need to get my own apartment. I don’t know how it works for other people but when I’m at my parents house – I just don’t have the same drive. And there’s just not enough time for me to waste on Netflix or tired because Mom’s cooked enough pancakes to feed the Russian FlapJack Brigade and the ‘itis’ has hit me. I need to spend a large majority of the next year in GRIND MODE. Which is what I would prefer.

I want to be a high performer. I want to accomplish more. I want to Jump Higher, Run Further, Work and Play Harder.
I want to whisper in the ear of my dreams. I want to slip my hand up life’s skirt and dirty dance until I look up and Death asks for my hand on the dance floor.

Almost Fly = Fall.

Cool title huh? Well it has absolutely nothing to do with this post…well almost nothing.
Speaking of focus; it is the one thing that I haven’t be able to do. Then again it hasn’t really been on the top of my priority list ..although it should be.
Why you ask? Because I have the last big test I have to take coming up in about a month or so. So I need to buckle down and really jump into the books. I know that I’ll settle down and really tackle the books as soon as I get on the road to New York.
Oh..you didn’t know I was going to New York huh?
Let me bring you up to speed.
So..I’ve graduated. *Confetti flutters* which is cool. Mainly because now I can really get on my path to my ‘destiny’. *cues the heroes theme music*. Nah, really. I’ve always felt like my life has a purpose. I know I’m not the only one .. *looks to the audience for support*.
So now is my chance.
My big break.
My first freeee uninterrupted time where my afternoons are my own. Where my passions either get disciplined and grow everyday ..or they die. Leaving me with just my plan B. Corporate America. A life spent accumulating loads of money. Soulless hours spent plotting on how to make millions.
I’m in an interesting position. I feel a little like a passenger watching God drive. I’m interested to know what he has planned. I feel like my main job at this junction in life is to avoid distractions, focus on his will, and take every opportunity to grow as a human being. That and work really hard.
So ..things worked out where I get the chance to travel to New York for 3 weeks [everything paid for] and work. So I’m trying to prepare and get everything in order. [And by prepare I mean do absolutely related to preparation, then try to squeeze all my preparations into my last 2 days before traveling]. Typical Nigerian.
Anyway..back to the present.
Also.. Buried in my heart is a mustard seed that is growing with each moment spent with a certain young lady. We’ll see what it grows into.
This post has been random..and scattered..and unfocused..but I guess its cool..been away for a min.
Here’s to being Distracted!

Fly or …Cheers!

So this video is of a song by Blitz the Ambassador. Its so amazingly dope..I can’t even trust myself to use words correctly…and then John Forte…murders it. I feel like this song changed my life.

Exquisitely done Hip-Hop has no parallel.

*exhales* Enjoy.