DAY 2 TALES OF MY LEG - PART 2 (A Reason for Love) Love is a problem for most humans. I don’t just think so, I know so. Even though it’s in our nature as mortal beings to love and expect the same, it’s not always as easy as it sounds and I’ll say why. As far as human minds go, there is a deep-seated philosophy weaved into every fabric of our thinking, especially with issues of emotional intelligence, humanists often call this rationality. Every person who has reached the age of reason tries to explain the basis of their feelings and for their actions. We would often allude our thoughts and attitudes to something, everything and anything. There are hardly many who defy this norm. Even those who are unconscionable still tie their beliefs to a reason. Having no reason at all is a reason in itself. This way, it is almost impossible for anyone not to have a reason to or not to love. We always hang our emotional sentiments and affections towards others - what we call love, on

So Samuel Osho has challenged on to write non-stop for 21 Days. Here's my thought-piece for Day 1: DAY 1 TALES OF MY LEGS – PART 1 (The Unforgettable Days of My Life) I started out early in life as a budding academic but I wasn’t always so. Yes indeed, I was raised in a middle-class family around one of the quietest neighbourhoods in Abeokuta and had the grace of a modest collection of Euro-bibliographic works and thinking space to revel in my fantasies of life, especially the one about wanting to be a Deejay or an artistic personality of some sort, but though I knew the odds were that I wasn’t going to be one, I was ready to defy the strictures of the Nigerian environment for sure and carve a niche for myself in the arts. Those were my teenage years of identity search.   I remember how I used to pace the corridor of our dull-coloured single flat loudly reciting quotations I’ve just read from a book or heard from a scene in my favourite TV series, or even mixing new