His Royal Highness

This is a guest post by a friend of mine, a passionate space organizer. _________________________________________________________________________________ By: Hajara Bako Email: mhajara51@yahoo.com Twitter:  @littleangel1043 Facebook: facebook.com/Hajara1043 __________________________ Seeing places in a mess irritates every nerve in me.I find myself in wonder of how people in their right sense allow themselves to live in messy places when they actually can do something about it. But the irony is no matter how hard I try, spaces are prone to be messy except with constant care. As a passionate space organizer therefore, I put efforts to turn around messy places. When Messy When Organized My gosh, I hate seeing places in a mess right from childhood. If I can remember well, my grandma was a goddess when it comes to organizing places and I think I picked it up as a hobby, little did I know it was already in me like some lineage thing.  The import...

I have read somewhere it says "Jack of All Trades, Master of None" and although I believe I can do anything, sometimes I feel like I am actually just trying hard to be someone I am not and when I fail in doing so I feel miserable. But the problem lies in the part where I would lie to myself about these feelings, where I would tell myself "look, you are not just trying hard to be someone else, you are actually being yourself"  and to be honest I don't know which voice to believe, the one that tells me I am being me or or this one that says I am lying? As a little kid I can remember wanting to know how electronics work so much. I even used to have a lot of them in my room. I would try to tear them apart and put them  together. And then all of a sudden I stopped, not that I no longer feel the urge to do those things, I am occupied by other things. I can remember a lso as a kid, I would use a radio recorder to record self-scripted conversations that would s...

Last night we had a long chat with Sman AKA Suleiman Aliyu Yaro. I love discussing with people after work. I guess maybe it has do with my workaholic attitude and my anti-social behavior. That sounds to me like an irony. I mean, an anti-social someone loving to talk to people only after work. Whats that? Hypocrisy? lol. We discussed various topics but the one we discussed at length was BOY-GIRL-RELATIONSHIP. Okay, It started when I showed him a leaked video of a Hausa girl showing off her naked boobs on a camera. He claimed to have known the girl or that she seemed familiar. Although he pleaded that I send the clip to his whatsapp I refused, then all of a sudden I remembered getting into trouble with clips like that. That took us to our lengthy gist about our relationships. I told him from A to Z the girls that got into my life. He was laughing and enjoying every bit of the story. He even suggested I write a book about it. I don't know if I can do that. I mean, I am n...

I can remember catching my brother Haruna watching pornographic clips although not red handed but I have seen it through his browser and download history. And I never made any move to stop him, not because I do watch porn as well but because I see it as a normal thing for a guy of his age. I mean, what do you expect of him? to not know that sex does happen?  It is the 21st century and everyone (or almost everyone) has access to the internet, unrestricted internet to be precise. So I let it slide, of course we don't discuss sex but I don't care what he does with his internet, I will only care if I bought the internet and it is being wasted. By the way he will be 21 by December so I think it is totally okay. Now I know there are those who will be like but it is not good religiously, forgetting that everything is not good as long as religion is concerned. I mean, whats good? NOTHING? Okay so today, my little brother Abbas, was caught red handed by me about to do same and...

It is 12:00 am, my little brother Abbas just came back to the shop, I have warned him against staying long because the way things are happening in this country now no be here . But I have warned and I am tired of warning at least he is not a tree, he should by now have heard me clearly. But I am not mad as I sometimes understand his reasons although most of the times he barely even has a reason. He thought I was still waiting for him to bring me dinner unknown to him I have been given Indomie noodles by a friend. So he came back with a story, that is even the reason for this post, he told me of what he saw on his way to the shop. He saw a guy riding his Jincheng Bike (he called it rubber rubber) and all of a sudden some guys appeared in front of him and knocked him down with a something like a martial art stick. He immediately fell leaving the bike to run into the nearby gutter. That was all he saw before he ran into the shop. The first thing that came to my mind was the disc...

I t was August 2014 and I was so tensed, I was reading a lot and learning as much. I was both afraid and happy but the fear got the hold of me and on that very day, I reflected on all the things I wrote on my blog, I saw how dangerous they were and that was the day I deleted my Complex Diary . It haunted me to this day so much so that it forced me into having to create the Diary of a Northern Boy .  The truth is, I still have fears just like everyone else but fear no longer controls me. I know who I am now and I know what I want. I am no longer leaving in the past, I will not delete my blog again. I wanted this to be the first post on this blog, I want you to know, although you probably never were on Complex Diary and maybe you were once there but knowing that will give you a clue as to what this blog is about. This blog is about a northern boy, is that me? maybe yes or maybe no, the adventures he goes through while still being a boy from northern Nigeria . So ...