polls vs. self assessment

i felt almost incapacitated to follow up with my blog. the vicissitude of life in trust has earned its way around, and i felt like the bad part of me rearing its head up; thanks to my wonderful friend to calm me down, heaven would have cried for revenge upon careless wandered souls that seeked for me in my gentle happy abode.

there may be tongues wagging on the street, rumors after rumors, but why would a man be affected if you have already assessed yourself before you began your day and, or when you head to bed to lay your head? i was coming from somewhere, so i decided to picked up a copy of the sun newspaper, just to keep me busy away from the young ladies in skimpy dresses that my looks deceive, i try to tell few that approached me, "i'm an old man, with a young face". alright, i came across this page about "polls on the best babysitter", it reported portia de rossi 31%, jennifer aniston 22%, angelina jolie 18%, oprah winfrey 9%. i said to myself, what is poll? who are "polls"? from my own personal knowledge, this does not make a single sense esp. angelina jolie's position.

everyday, every minute, every time, every moment, there is something someone has to say about some other person: good, bad, negative, positive, evil, godly. in fact, most are out of jealousy, but do these accounts really matter? in few ways it does. no one likes negative publicity, but you alone can not fight it because some people would never give up on you. so what would you do? self assessment. that gives you an edge over any form of negative information published or transpired in any form. that is how i have grown up to live my life, not to be weighed down or extra excited about the good or the bad information i receive out there, but to reflect my mind to my early education in high school and the motto for new students, "why am i here?". as long you know, what you do, and the purpose you are for a particular thing, it would be hard to deceive you, to bring you down. my dad says, in his old adage, from his father and so on, "remember the son of who you are". so i tell myself every minute, "who am i?". so you ask yourself, who are you?

i have lived to do what is beneficial to the other person, never to envy, but to look up to. this way, i have lived my life not to owe no one an apology, but to my parents, and sister, who out of their incomparable love and affection, but for my youthful ignorance, i went astray in my early teenage age. let every man walking on the street of ottawa, lagos, kaduna, maryland, toronto, brooklyn, etc, take a second to themselves, and ask "who am i?" then we have a possible solution for the present generation, as against the polls that decides out of people's hunger and general wishes, especially from hearsay.

and until next time, stay happy, with an unfeigned joy in your hearts. to the mothers, ladies, i wish u happy mothers' day in advance. you are special, you are wonderful, and you have produced generations after generations. my next blog is dedicated to you.


Gabriel O Jr