There has been so much talk about setting goals and how it helps improve your productivity. Now that the New Year is in it seems like a really nice time and thing to do. And there you go, upbeat, as you set your new goals, you even took the pains to write them down. 12 months later, there you are sad, disappointed and down-beaten because of course those goals didn’t quite see the light of day……here is why:

Are they truly your goals? This question sounds ironic doesn’t it? Oftentimes people set goals based on what they see others, friends or acquaintance do. E.g. you want a car or a type of car because you know a cool friend that owns one too. You include getting married on your bucket list because apparently your close friends are doing it, what could hurt? While it’s entirely ‘ok’ to want what others want, or to join a competition of some sort, take a pause and truly ask yourself do I want it because I need it or because others have it.

Commitment: Commitment, that’s a strong vocabulary in today’s world you know. Relationships of every kind fail because of its lack thereof. In same vein, goals never came to fruition because persons setting them lack fixity of purpose. You know the Bible actually has a word or two for the ficklies; they will be simply tossed away by the wind like the wind. You want to achieve your goals in the face of distractions and imminent winds? Then you’ve got to stay glued to the cause, you have to always keep-in-view that which brought you to the goals.

Bite in Bits: and so with high hopes and optimism you pack your plate full with activities and ‘to-do’s, the more the merrier you thought…..then all of a sudden, your sweet lofty goals starts to overwhelm and soon petrifies into a mission impossible. Here’s what they forgot to teach you in culinary school, bite-in-bits! Take your set goals one at a time, build an even momentum to avoid burning out too quick, and spread the goals properly across your set time frame. In the ambits of goal setting, how fast you get there isn’t as important as getting there itself. (Of course by now you know your goals should be synergistic right?)

Prioritize: biting bits by bits would be easy when you know exactly which piece to bite first. What is important is not always urgent and what is urgent is not always important, finding the right balance between both ultimately determines your happiness in goal fulfilment. Let me guess, you’d probably not be able to do everything on your list, but remember the popularized 80/20 rule? Don’t get caught spending frivolous amount of time pursuing goals that appear quite urgent but contributes nothing significant in the scheme of things. Remember, only a 20% of your set goals contribute 80% of the happiness that comes thereof, find that 20% and get it done ASAP.

Agreeing With the Powers That Be: Now this is my favourite part, the part where I get spiritual. I really could care less whether you believe in God or not, for whether you believe or don’t believe doesn’t change the fact that he exist and governs over the affairs of men. Man proposes, God disposes, even after setting the proper plan, some things just seem to get out of control which is why it’s a lot wiser working in tandem with the God of man for he alone remains The All Knowing. Even the perfectionist of us still knows to give room for contingencies; still knows to give room for God. Contrary to what we presume, He always wants the best for us, if only we could be humble enough to say, Lord, let your will alone be done.



All Hail Babatunde Fashola Nigeria’s New ‘Prime Minister’ – Badejoko Adewale


Let me be the first to employ the word ‘Fasholaism’, which should today and henceforth be incorporated into the Nigerian vocabulary as a fervent believe in a superhuman named Babatunde Raji Fashola. Apparently I’m not alone in this belief; His Excellency President Muhammadu Buhari shares my faith, albeit subtler in expression as the president isn’t a man to give away too many emotions, but then, giving one man about three ministries isn’t giving too many emotions, is it?

Who is this exemplar named Fashola isn’t the question I intend to answer in this piece, Wikipedia and Google are rife with articles on that subject already; why does he deserve to be taken into account, and at all serious, is what I propose to paint in my little object d’art. Wednesday, November 11, 2015, the President inaugurated 36 ministers from all over the country, all of who will be administering, hands in glove, with him to ensure the smooth sailing of Nigeria, a country that appears to have been tilted overboard by previous administrations. Of these men and women of valour selected is of course Babatunde Fashola representing Lagos state.

Surprising to many but interesting to progressives, the man Fashola was appointed Minister for Power cum Minister for Works and Housing which has generated several ‘beer-parlour arguments’. Some regard the appointment as nothing but a compensation of Asiwaju Ahmed Tinubu’s efforts to the ascension of the president (Asiwaju figuratively representing Fashola’s political father). Others, based on ethnic or religious sentimentality just think the appointment silly. Why should he be given such posts, why can’t someone else be given the other positions instead of saddling him with ‘too much work’ some others have questioned?

Well, it will be entirely wrong to make sweeping statements that the above cited sentiments are completely devoid of any truth. Nobody gets into power without being helped, it’s no news Asiwaju played a vital role in the last presidential election, and so if he indeed worked why shouldn’t he be duly compensated, after all the mouth of the ox that treadeth out the corn shouldn’t be muzzled. As to the sentiment of ‘too much work’, here’s an unspoken rule in leadership many are ignorant of: The reward for good leadership or stewardship is more responsibility. Great leaders don’t (and won’t) die of too much work, truth be told, it brings the best out of them, it challenges them to go beyond themselves, break new boundaries and find newer horizons. The president isn’t a fool; his ample leadership experience was why Nigerians voted him in in the first place, and with the depth of decay in the Nigerian society, there’s need for persons with not just head knowledge but great leadership skills to make the vision of change a reality.

Of course, there’s the case of the blind loyalists who doggishly cited “Fashola’s work” in Lagos state as an outright justification for his appointment, here’s my reply: whose duty is it to provide citizens with amenities and basic rights? Isn’t good road or good schools part of the government’s duty too? So why the incessant praise-singing for someone who has done what he was voted, and as a matter of fact paid to do. Or was Fashola’s time as governor of Lagos on a Charity basis? But in a deformed society as ours where government failure is the menu of the day, the few ones who perform expected duties a little above average deserves some commendation.

On a concluding note, it would be sheer stupid of anyone (the media especially) to pray or await Fashola’s fall on his new assignment; but to fail himself is to set unrealistic goals like the MDGs; who can eradicate world’s poverty? For when all is said and done, Fashola’s failure or success affects the 170 million Nigerians still waiting for the dividend of their democracy.

strong>Written By: BADEJOKO ADEWALE

Badejoko Adewale: WHAT IF LOVE IS A GAME


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What if love was a game

A game where everyone wins and everyone loses,

For whose trophy it is wouldn’t count.

What if love was a game

A game where everyone gives and everyone takes,

For being the parasite or host doesn’t matter.

What if love is a game

A game where everyone is superior yet everyone is inferior,

For both dominant and submissive are subjects of the Control themselves.

What if love is a game

A game where everyone only makes everyone’s rule book,

For whether I let my hair down a little doesn’t make me less manly.

What if our love is a game

A game of two by two for two,

For we are actors, directors and spectators of our own pictures

What if our love is a game

A game where it doesn’t matter who calls or texts the most,

For what use is the record anyway.

What if our love would be a game

A game where we never had to worry or worry about time,

For in this game would be no happy ending or endings of any kind.

LIFE – Ajayi Oyindamola

driving on a lonely road

A city with many lanes and streets,

We move with no clear direction where to turn,

Still in every direction with no compass we turn.

Expectations dashed; aspirations yet unfilled,

Not because we never tried or we never tried enough.

Strong whirlwind even the forecaster fell,

Back and forth we struggle like the broadcaster bell,

Still we race to our presumed destination, our momentary cell.

In time to nest, just to hear the bell jingle again,

We race; we fought; for when life beckons we respond,

From all rest back to zero we begin the recount,

As we swagger in grief down the lonely aisle.

Teary rivers flood our eyes too weak to subvert our thoughts

For in that moment comes the nakedness, the true illusion the magician missed.

Life never existed; it was all a jester’s joke

Life has no life; We are the life, the echo that makes the void alive.

We halted our tracks, We laughed and laughed till the belly aches,

Should we go back, we asked.

[Photo Of The Week] Lagos Blues – Okubadejo Babatunde

By Okubadejo Babatunde


This is Lagos, city of chrome and violence. Noise and stench. Lust and Sterility. But it was here you chose to build your life
                                       – Prof. Wole Soyinka (The beatification of Area boy)