"My Mentor"

Gush!!!

I log-in to my Yahoo! mail and I see a message from someone I don't know requesting that I be their mentor. This is beginning to get scary!

Ok all the appreciation, I appreciate but the mentor part... nna men!

Like this is not the first time. Was walkin along the street of Unilag when two guys accosted me, both taller than I am.

"Team X abi. We were @ the Imagine cup... Please we want to know how to write programs..."

All those kin things sha. Christ! I was humbled. First scared, then humbled.
Now someone is saying I shud be their mentor, small me.

Ok, I know the basic problem of the average Nigerian youth is getting a real role model and I'm in position to be one. God help me to do the right things. This is such an herculean task.

Reminds me of Damilola, everytime she comes to me with one programming task or the other and I complain, she would just shut me up with the famous line made popular by spiderman's uncle - "With great powers come great responsibilities".

I guess I'll just live up to the responsibility. I pray for God's help.

PS: Somehow, my iTunes library got corrupted and I had to delete it. Now all my cherished play count is gone... sobs.. sobs.

The Block.

Between us is a block,

A block that’s all but good,

For years I’ve nurtured this block,

I’ve built it into a brick wall,

Despite its status I enjoyed building it,

But I’ve decided to pull down the wall,

Yes, I’m pulling it down, down to vestiges.

It was the same block, yes this same block

That took the great Napoleon to Waterloo,

This same block saw King Phillip’s Armada,

Fall to Queen Elizabeth’s Navy.

This block saw the most loved angel,

Become the most hated creature.

I’m going through the process of bulldozing,

The very hurtful process of destroying,

Destroying this block that I raised into a wall.

Heart piercing rumbles would be heard,

But of great importance is this,

That the wall is brought down and the block is history

Today might be thorny,

But tomorrow would be grateful,

That this block, this very creepy block

Never extended quarter the size of the great wall

‘Cos some things, no matter their appeal,

Need to be crushed,

Crushed to ashes.

©Celestine Ezeokoye, 2009.

Can you figure out the subject of this poem?

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