Take 1: Everyone's obsessed with Hamsters these days. I thought we all agreed to put them in cages and have them run in circles. So what's with the new secular addiction? Won't it still be the same constant circle of having to do, over and over again? And there's one dressed in a suit that everyone with a mobile is always patting (they say they're tapping, but I think they're patting, it's a pet after all). Turns out the Hamster’s surname is Kombat. Because that's how the world works, right? If someone has two names, one belongs to them and the other to the person who named them, so we can all find our way back to where it all began. 

Take 2: Deep down, I think we're all afraid of something, when it's not a person. For us, I think it's the dawning reality of being a Nigerian. That it's not just security men we’re afraid of; but also the lack of any form of security at all. That when we finish school we can't say we're lawyers or sociologists or doctors; that we learn about numbers and books for four years but it's makeup and marketing that put food on our table. Explains why maybe the hamster called kombat decided to leave the wheel and fight. 

Take 3: I've heard people say that thing about change being the only constant thing. But the sun has been walking in circles ever since God said the thing about light and there was a bang and the sun woke up. He's apparently been walking ever since. I think he blames the moon, and that explains why he has been chasing her ever since. I think we're afraid of change in the same way too, that reality knocks us awake and we're not sure who threw the stone. So we're all running, I'm running, unsure of whether I'm running away from my greatest fears, or from a dream that's as far as night is from day. 

Take 4: The rock in the picture has nothing to do with this (and no I'm not the one standing on it, yet.) It's just there, being a rock, harder at this life stuff than the rest of us. But I've always wondered; if I stood on a rock, higher than everyone else, would that make me taller than everyone else? The tallest man in the world? Or maybe that's my own way of looking down on everybody else, trying to get to a place where I'm not fighting anybody for dominance, being better, not even for oxygen. But I can't stay there for too long, because the rock hush makes things harder. And what if I'm just standing there because I'm looking for someone to see me, to see how hard things are. To see how hard I'm trying to cling on. 

Take 5: I'll just sit on the rock and be the tallest man in the world for as long as the rock allows me to be here. Before things get harder. Nobody will notice that it's that things are hard, right?