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*This article is a sequel to a previous article click http://diaryofacivilmind..com/2011/02/privatized-love.html to read the first part of the article.


Aftermath of the privatized love which I wrote 2 years , I guess I grew older, with much more experiences on the topic ‘Love’. What is Love??Look for as many dictionaries you can find, find definitions and translations- recite it, memorize it, try to imbibe it- then you’d realize you just made so much ado about something probably worth it. Maybe I should define love; Love is an emotional Invocation or any other invocation of some sort as of two or more parties were each party is aware of the part the other party plays in their lives and is usually a measure of attachment and impact (Tobi Awe 2011).Take this definition or any other definition based on its application in a situation but note that LOVE is a word that is up to the heart to define.


The first existence of love was the God-Man relationship, it was unadulterated and not self defined, but a while ago I defined love to suite me, which is the other of the day now. Love applies to us more than those cunning definitions; it applies in contexts and perspectives. But because of the Human factors the most common view of love are attached to some invocations (not necessarily sentiments of some sort).

I’d highlight two perspectives of love, the possibilities and the contexts in which the parties involved make references to this perspectives, this, though a subconscious imposition, a sincere self examination of this article would prove its near authenticity on the least.


Love as a Game;

In some perspectives, Love is a Game, saying I love you is just like rolling a dice or some rule to abide with and the context I love you would Imply that I like what I see or I like you. With no pun intended the ‘sayer’ (usually the male) expects the ‘hearer (usually the female) to understand the context with which he\she speaks. The game is played as expected of any game, it therefore depends on chance, wits; out witting other players, hence the terms playboy and playgirl. As a Mathematics student I understand a bit about the science of gaming, with a bit of operation research and Games theory you can permutate the possible outcomes of any event. The goal or end point of this game however can be sex, bragging rights or some weird reason which is usually player defined. Like the old sayings; ‘ don’t put your eggs in one basket’ and ‘there are many fishes in the ocean’ there is a concurrent quest by the players to find the best suite, and possible substitutes and replacements, this approach has been thought to be an antedote for heartbreak. So the permutation under the games theory would be to maximize, derive the best or at worse optimize which would give way for a much more robust perspective.

read the concluding part of this article at http://diaryofacivilmind..com/2011/02/aftermath-of-privatized-love.html

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“Yesterday, today was tomorrow, tomorrow today would be yesterday”

In the two decade plus that have lived, short as it appears, I’ve grown up to understand the mystery behind the transition of 24 hours. The intrigue of referring to the future and the pain of recanting the past. Sometimes, thought of the past is pain and thoughts about the future are with hope for gain. The truth is no man wants to see pot holes on the road to his future.

When I was much younger- Primary three there about – we were gathered as little kids and asked what our future ambitions where. Majority said they wanted to be doctors, lawyers, engineers, accountants, the weird excited ones said millionaires. In all this it was rare to find kids who wanted to be footballers, musicians and such, if such kids expressed such ambitions they’d have been regarded as lazy never do wells. Those that wanted to be millionaires didn’t want what they did to be the matter, they just thought money (millions) was an ingredient to a happy future. In the words of Proto of Chiddy Bang in the song slow down: “my life is different, what good is the success when the happiness is missing”.

Click to read the rest of this articele.

http://diaryofacivilmind..com/2011/02/future-would-meet-us-in-different-ways.html

nice one there poster

thiis an excerpt from a poem series about nigeria.beleive me every line there is about naija.do well to analyse and criticize,i need your opinion about it

FESTIVAL IN A FINERAL


We used to have an even ratio,
Now, tragedy cant even this scenario
More dramatic elements keep to pour
This script is odd,it tastes in the ear sour
Witnesses cant even be this sore
Virgin to veteran now she’s an awe
One short step to the left is long
But the town crier dances to the write song
The tune has changed,the king calls for a curfew
But those who mourn would be very few
The culture,custom,conducts are dead
We celebrate their death like a drunkard with a bald head
The murderers are all these bad heads
Bad heads would useless the brave LIONS blood shed
Call the pigs to gather their litter
Amend the constitution for this farm needs fewer heaters
The cooler the hotter,the hotter the Hotter
The clay is the clay, the clay is the potter
The ‘olori ebis’ eye is red!dont let him pour the sand
Save them,they can resurrect don’t run this farm aground
Who's [i]gonna [/i]be the messiah
Make the festival a festival