With cranky darting eyes goggled the length and breadth of the kilometer radius for a good chunk of wonderful decade culminating in their movement to Lagos island and eventful dispatch to London to meet eldest sibling and onward to New York.This was suggestive of the fast changing scenario of the Lagos hectic life and the first hand information of the wanderlust scrolling on the promenade across the radius.Penniless for the transport fares quivering the wandering groin, rusticated shoes scathing the ground with wobbling feet cannons of sometimes hungry wolf in the gnawing fists of bountiful tremors.He trodded as his groaning feet trudged the tarred roads of igando to ikotun in the often busy pedestrian route watching with crystal delight of chatolic church members sometimes at mass session and the daily parades of students returning home from their schools namely igando primary and junior secondary schools on both side of the divide as he moved from church busstop towards bakare busstop where his brother white power once worked and often times walked down to masalashi bus stop where he also worked at the king's delight bread was located.Thence he moved at random times like a jerk towards ikotun roundabout where the new stand was a beehive of street parliamentarians at the so called onward new stand.A sacred visit and sometimes hibernation of two decades worth of discovery and recovery in the plight of human development.
The making of a child is not complete without the full edition of intellectual evolution in sharp contrast to the growth of traditional arts.The former often happens when the child is freed on his own to formulate his viewpoint about everything and the world.Often times it does transpires as independent working man but much better if it starts so soon prior to exit from the rigid confines of parental tutelage and not as much good when it begins so much later with dreary interest percolation of late interest could hardly go far when the critical responsibility of making family work for the new guy building new generation has creeped in.Hence wole Soyinka was right to say You must set forth at dawn .The feat of readership had begun much earlier at his home town sometimes part of the home work to read not just a paper a day but the entire gamut of newspaper brands of the day often well laid in the father's room.He was particularly fond of financial times in those days with bulk large jumbo paper moulds makes for interesting read beyond the usual concord,punch and guardian and daily times a common occurrence in his daddy's room comprising of his dad's bed and adjoining sister's bed.Afterwards of his eldest brothers' departure to schools in Ibadan and Lagos,black power had moved from dad's room into eldest brothers room relished the presence of two beds at plush times.The room had been turned into his improvised library and began scripting novels and Poetry at least twelve by age.Compounded with access to newspapers,imported books from overseas and radio programmes on variegated topics ranging music to story life like tales by moonlight etcetera were imbibed quite earlier like any attentive child during his school days and thereafter after school exit.Much accustomed to this tradition,the animation of the animal spirit of the tradition barely transmogrified on getting to Lagos in 1995.The first port of passionate call on getting to ikotun in Lagos was the vendor stand culminated into becoming a vendor for five good years before he bowed out and when they moved to igando hardly changed the tradition of checking papers early morning and much interesting early morning when he became a freelance reporter which by twist of fate for the illiterate black power was begun from a freelance writer.He would visit the paper stands to check perhaps his self written essays were published an interesting part of the writer's life took place for perhaps five good years.Then he took a bow from the vendors stand until the first company was registered and he could recall the day when he took the bow,the first ever comment on his blog www.kunlemicrofinance.blogspot.com was made and quite a memorial day,still refreshing till date.Thereafter he took pause again when the second company was registered now the second was a private limited liability company then the comments keep pouring back.
The long steady walk in the kilometer radius taught the blogger nothing is permanent in life and every long walk of destiny is a majestic walk into the stardom of the perseverant artist.Blackpower's tremulous breath and palpitations was particularly not riveted on anything much less than the incertitude of the posterity .
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