N - BOMB's Away...

What’s really good people?

It is a really good feeling to come back this week on the blogspot and celebrate with all My OMO Naija people Nigeria’s World Cup berth destination Brazil 2014. Now that I have successfully negotiated the buy-out clause in my contract with “Club Adira” I can say that I look forward to seeing my peoples in the land they invented the SAMBA in about eight seven months time. The boy Davido got it right on his track when he said; “And now my team is stronger than…My manager is smarter than…All of you, all of you All of you, all of you” noni.

(S/O) To my Kool Keed Dira… I am LOVIN’ every second of Daddy Day Care lil’ mama.

(S/O) Happy THANKSGIVING!

(S/O) To all my peoples working with “P Love” – We Goin’ MAKE It!

(S/O) To my Home-Boy Steve-O coming through to kick it.

(S/O) To all of the viewers, followers & readers of the MY OMO NAIJA blogspot. Thank you for your continued support. Love iz Love! P

  

Ok people; let me get focused…

There is nothing more annoying than having to listen or put up with people just because they have a platform like television or print media and all of a sudden they are the authority on race relations in America.  Case in point I came across a brilliant column several days back written by Jason Whitlock and also saw on television both Charles Barkley and Michael Wilbon speaking on the use of the “N-Bomb” and really was getting pissed the more these two COONS tried to somehow justify and reason with the use of the term by both blacks and non African-Americans. Ok, I never met Chuck before and I like him and everything but his a total IDIOT and gets paid millions of dollars to act like one on television. Now Mike Wilbon on the other hand is someone I have met several times and share mutual friends/associates in my circle that know him personally, let me just say the tough “black guy” analyst and reporter from the southside of Chicago he plays on television is no where close to the “REVERSE OREO” name dropper he really is when his not on television. 

And since we on the topic of the “N-Bomb” why do white people swear up and down or pretend like the only and first time they ever heard the “N-Bomb” is when they heard it used by a black person? My favorite is how they go through this whole explanation about how the term is so “UGLY”. So ugly that for all those years during the heights of Slavery in America nobody saw to tell them slave masters to stop referring to human beings as such huh? Man go somewhere with all that peanut butter & jelly you know what. SMH.

I ain’t going to lie and I can’t even front I drop the “N-bomb” all day everyday but after reading the Whitlock column I started saying to myself it is time to grow out of it. Well that lasted a good maybe 10 minutes until I saw somewhere on television some yahoooooo acting-out and showing their n**** a** type behavior.

I have also heard many people try to ration the “N-Bomb” as simply a matter of choice like we talking pro-life vs. pro-choice type debates or something. What we need to do without and is not giving enough attention is the closet N-bomber.

Don’t be a closest “N-Bomb” dropper.

Hittin' the Wall...

What’s really good people?

Man I don’t know why but for some reason tomorrow’s world cup qualifying match against minnow Ethiopia got me worried Big Time o! I typically never have doubt about my SUPA Eagles before they take the pitch for any match because I got no time for negative energy but this year has been so good to Nigerian football this will be a major disaster if we don’t go SAMBA o! My secret weapon just gave me that look now like old man you Trippin’ – she says “its gonna be GREEN/WHITE skies all over Brazil”. Come June 2014 you better believe “P LOVE” shall be making a LIVE appearance for Brazil fo sho! I am working on the terms of my release in my contract now. Lol. UP SUPA Eagles, UP NIGERIA & UP NAIJA!

(S/O) To chef Ash Baba - I want my pizza playa!

(S/O) HBD to my home-girl Marina K.

(S/O) To Michael Jordan for giving Hakeem “The Dream” is long overdue PROPERS!

(S/O) To everybody that has made the MY OMO NAIJA Blogspot a major success. To the viewers, followers and supporters Love iz Love. Read, Share & Discuss. P

Ok people; let me get focused…

I think I have come to that time of year already when I am pretty much ready for 2014 to begin. The weather is starting to get cold outside, all the leaves have pretty much falling, I even heard of some friends doing their holiday shopping as early as October. Make no mistake 2013 is one that will be forever remain dear and close to me for many reasons but like some of the looks am starting to see on people’s faces around me, it is d**n near SHUT-DOWN time for many of you all out there. You know its winter season when your contractor would rather pass on a job and actually recommend you put of a project until May 2014. WTF? Let me tell you this aint your daddy’s Javier, Juan and Carlos. NO SIR! These new ones got rights now and are starting to feel themselves a whole lot these days. Gone are the days where you could get day laborers to do a job for $8-10 per/hour. These dudes now will tell you I only work for $20.00 per/hour, you buy me launch and you gotta come pick me up from the metro. Now keep in mind this yahooooo ain’t even got no tools to do the job. SMH

All of this is why I love this time of year, while most are going to holiday parties to go sip on Egg Nogg, and eat ginger cookies this is when the “P Man” increases the tempo and intensifies the GRIND. I can’t even lie or front though that Egg Nogg is like CRACK. So as we get set to hit the home stretch on the calendar don’t go quitting on yourself now and put on like 20lbs from stuffing your face, start calling out for work like 4 out of 5 days every week and play that new PS4 or XBOX-One around the clock like you got no responsibilities. 

Speaking of PS4s and X-Boxes you best make sure you don’t go putting of your bills into the New Year all because Macy’s, Walmart and Best Buy got some special sale running and you just had to get them new Dre Beats or that new Coach hand bag.

Don’t be this guy…

Free Ain't FREE

What’s really good people?

Am sleepy, tired and even left my house a few days back to go get a cut and didn’t even realize that I had baby throw-up on my head until my peoples in the barbershop started to poke good fun at the kid. I guess a certain little one is going to have to explain herself. HILARIOUS. Well onto the news that Nigeria once again can celebrate its football, please put your hands together and salute your Golden Eaglets on a FANTASTIC display of quality, unity and excellence at the recent Under 17 World Cup just concluded at the UAE. Who knows maybe some of those boys are over the permitted age requirement for the tournament but am sure they were not the only ones cheating. Like they say its only cheating if you get caught abi? Up next is the senior team in 7 days time ready to deliver and punch Nigeria’s World Cup ticket to the Samba capital in 2014. OYA!

(S/O) CONGRATS to the Imam of IDIMU, Imam Kadiri aka.."Uncle KD of London" on the Grand Opening of Idimu Central Mosque

(S/O) CONGRATS to the Golden Eaglets of Nigeria. UP NAIJA!

(S/O) To all of the viewers, followers & readers of the MY OMO NAIJA blogspot. Thank you for your continued support. Love iz Love! P

  

Ok people; let me get focused…

Anybody ever heard of the expression “Free Ain’t Free” before? I attended an awards dinner earlier in the week and heard the keynote speaker use this term during his speech and address to the crowd. The minute I heard it, my thoughts were you never lie old man. Come to think of it nothing is FREE. Everything we do, receive or own comes with a cost. RIGHT? Take for example the following;

Slavery, Independence and Civil Rights – the abolishment and obtaining of such freedoms and liberties came with a cost “DEATH”. I don’t recall anybody just being giving a pass to get out of being enslaved, disenfranchised or being discriminated against all because it was the moral thing to do.

Free Lunch– yeah some of us had to survive of that subsidized lunch program during our school years back in the day. Ok I am lying, I was never on the “free lunch program” but from what I could see it was only free because dogs had a more balanced nutritional meal than what our schools were serving the kids. SMH

Bootleg – all of my peoples of certain pigmentation know all about this too well. Be it movies, CDs, knock off name-brands we all done it one time or another. Bottom line is you can’t say you black and never got your hands on some bootleg s**t. The harsh reality is whenever you cop something bootleg or “HOT” what is not free is the peace of mind you would have had if you had just gotten the real thing from the jump.

Trial Periods – how many of you all have mistakenly signed-up for something all because you were told about a special that was running which came with the so called option to cancel but 30 days later they got you because you forgot to cancel and read the fine print. By the time you got yourself out of this nightmare you were paying for a subscription like 10 times over what you would have if you just had said “NO; I AM NOT INTERESTED”. SMH

Lady’s Free All night – that was only until you got to the club at 10pm and was told by the meathead dude working the gate that the advert running on the radio was for only the first 50 ladies that came with their internet passes in hand. HILARIOUS

And you thought…

A Man’s Job

What’s really good people?

We are in November already? Na Wa O! I want to thank you all for the positive, kind and encouraging words in the past week since the launch of Safari. All the support and opportunity for partnering with you all really is what this is all about so its time to get to work and get things poppin’. Oh I gotta tell you all a quick story from the past weekend. I was Ridin’ Out like I usually do listening to my maddening Naija Afrobeats music and pulled up to my favorite gas station to get the cheapest gas in town and holla at my uncle (everybody is a uncle, aunty, cousin, when they come from your fatherland and assimilate in the diaspora). I mean NOBODY does that Good Naija music like P in the DMV. NOBODY! So one Afrikan man in his late 50s early 60s pulls up into the same gas station too and when he passes by me to pay the merchant he says in Yoruba “Omo Naija O kan gbadun ori yen ni o”. I had to let him know “Yes sir I be OMO NAIJA – GREEN/WHITE/GREEN I Never dull am”. Seeing the joy and pride in his face that morning made my whole weekend.  

(S/O) HBD to Mrs. A.I.

(S/O) To the EAGLETS of NIGERIA bring home the cup boys.

(S/O) To everybody that has made the MY OMO NAIJA Blogspot a major success. To the viewers, followers and supporters Love iz Love. Read, Share & Discuss. P

Ok people; let me get focused…

Can someone please tell me what a man’s job is nowadays? Without going all religious and spiritual but a man’s purpose is to serve God and bring glory to the most high. We all can agree to that. Well let me tell you about one trippy wedding ceremony I recently attended in which the minister while speaking to the new bride & groom in the mixed of vowels being exchanged took it upon himself to let everybody in the room know what a man’s job is in a relationship. This old man bless his heart as he was speaking all I could think about was the Dave Chapelle’s Black white Supremacist character Clayton Bigsby “look no further fella you found him”. HILARIOUS

This old man in his tirade basically offended everything under the sun that is now acceptable in this very politically correct world we all live in. He was so good at being bad and ignorant by making blanket statements without research and facts that were totally baseless in which I had never seen people get up and start excusing themselves in the middle of a wedding ceremony and exit the premises. Bless the new happy couples little heart as only God knows what must had been going through their minds in the middle of this EPIC sabotage by old yella.

Through all the misinformation and melodrama that was unfolding right in front of my very own eyes, this nut job of a minister made one statement and point in which everybody in the room could not ignore nor discredit. His point that resonated with an entire room of guest in which he somehow had managed to alienate was that a man’s number one fundamental job is to “maintain the woman”. It so funny how we often get caught up on who is delivering the message, the tone and style in which information is often brought to our attention or presented that we forget the lessons and underlying meaning as to what gives us purposes and value.

BEST Get Maintaining Fellas.