Old Roger

This a short comedy I wrote during the weekend. It is told from the perspective of different witnesses & participants. I do hope you enjoy it.


His strides are bold and stompy, despite his age. He put on the meanest look he could conjure and sized up the entrance door. Though he seem to stagger a bit, he did a good job of maintaining his composure. I watched him adjust his clothing and walk in with a false feeling of importance. I know he’s bound to act another drama in the bar but I was heading home already. My shift was over so I didn’t get to witness the free show but I got the gist from the girls later.

I had just resumed my shift when I saw a strange man walk in. He stood for a while as if searching for an empty seat in the bar. He walked over to a table, knocked off the “reserved” marker and he pulled out a seat for himself.

“Sir, that place is reserved… you can’t sit there sir”, I explained and made to stop him!

“whaaat?… reserved for who? …who gets a reservation when General Roger has no where to sit? Don’t you know me?” he asked.

“ Excuse me sir…”

“You haven’t seen me on TV? …you’ve never heard of Major General Roger? …you mean you really don’t know me?”

“NO!” I said and sized up the man. He was clad in a rumpled suit, undersized pants, dirty shirt and a twisted tie. His running mouth seem to be the only smooth thing on him!
“Sorry sir!… this table is-”

“-will you shut up your mouth!” he shouted and caused some heads to turn.

“if you would please let me get you another place…” I was saying when he exploded.

“I can’t believe you are still here!” He roared and slammed the table, getting more heads to turn in his direction.
With his ego well fed, he stood up, having this bully smirk on his face and whispered to an embarrassed me, “now get me a drink without further ado!”
I wish someone had told me what kinda person this man is. Old bully!

I can’t but notice the man creating a scene beside me. His outburst snatched my lady’s attention away from me and I just had to look too.
He adjusted on his seat and turned towards us.

“but you love birds know me, don’t you?
He didnt wait for a reply as he continued “… lemme tell you, I am the only soldier who took the orientation course eight times! Yet I have the longest non-democratic tenure ever! I ruled for a duration of eight years. Yes! That’s a long term isn’t it?… I broke the back of three other generals and took power… A decorated general I am as you see me so!…”

I was whistling to my reserved seat to relax as usual when I spotted the old man at my table. At first I wanted to ask my ADC to call in the boys to come and get the man off my favorite corner, but I decided against it. “Its just one old man”, I told myself “He won’t be any trouble.”
But as I approached the table, I heard his smooth mouth bragging about the army.

“… A decorated general I am as you see me so!” he was saying “No general in this country dares dare me… They know what I did to their predecessors.”
I was shocked. All my years in the army, I’ve never seen a retired General look so unkempt.
As I moved closer to him, I began to perceive the strong odour of ogogoro (a locally brewed alchohol). The stupid old man was high on cheap spirits. So I brought out my phone and dialed my ADC’s number.
“send in the boys!” I ordered. I want this bloody civilian beaten to sobriety.

When I didn’t see the funny ol’ General Roger (as he liked to be called) in the common room I knew we had a situation on our hands.
I wasn’t quite worried though cos I knew just where to find him. He likes to – you know, sneak to the bars across town.

As I parked my car in the lot,I saw some soldiers jump out of a van and march into the bar.
My intuition told me old rogers had probably gone too far with his army stories this time! I quickened my pace and entered the bar through the service door. I saw old Roger doing his thing -creating a scene.
“…where did you get those stars? And that uniform?…don’t tell me you are an officer in the army.” He was saying to the General.

The soldiers marched in and saluted the General and he mumbled some things to them pointing towards Roger. I moved fast, stood in between the General and Roger.

“Old Roger, you’ve had too much drinks today, don’t you think its time we head home?”

A hefty hand rested on my shoulder and spun me around.
“…and what do you think you are doing?” the General roared.

” …’xcuse meee?”

“Isabel? What a surprise? What are you doing here?” He asked.

“sorry?.. have we met before? How do you know my name? Oh -you’re quite smart aren’t you?! You read it from my ID card here! ” I was saying when he removed his dark glasses and I recognized him to be a familiar face. He once came to the Retirees Home with relief materials.

“You’ll never change” he said with a smile. “Isabel, the ever serious nurse!”
I offered my apologies, he accepted and signalled to his boys to wait. He pulled me aside and asked.
“so is this man one of your em, patients, old people or what do you call them?”

“yes!” I nodded and explained, “.. and He is a special one… His hallucination these days are -you know -so real to him. He had a kinda little rough childhood, you know. And his failure to get recruited into the army after many attempts comes back to his brain now as an achievement. He bullies anyone and even addresses himself as General Roger… Funny ol’ man… I just have to get him back to the home now… So he could take his -you know, medications and perhaps some things to kinda calm him and… I really have to go now… And I apologize for any rubbish he might have done or said… You know -he is just being -you know…”

” its alright, No problem at all, you just saved his backside from pains”, the General said with a grin.
I turned back to the table,
“Let’s get you home, General Roger…you’ve had too much-”

“Who?” a waiter asked and pointed to the empty seat.
I didn’t know Old Roger had sneaked out when I had my back to him.
“Slimy Old man” the General murmured.

“…em, I think I know just where to look for him, he likes to -you know, frequent bars… I have to go… Thank you sir.”

“Funny old Roger,” the waiter remarked and shook his head.

******* The End *******

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sober reflections


My weekend was going smoothly… I was feeling good and in high spirits as this new week started. … When all of a sudden ding- dong…everything changed!
…ominous theme playing…

As I got home after the sweet service in church I heard a bad news… A neighbour had died after a brief illness! She is a well known person in the neighbourhood and many trooped to her residence to give their condolences to her bereaved husband & children. Its so painful and we prayed that God forbid a recurrence of such. Little did I know that there’s more to come.

I was there trying to imagine how her husband, her children and the family would take it…how they’ll miss her presence…how I also sometimes miss my dad… I was wondering how short human life could be. How a person lively in a minute could become lifeless the next minute… How we are so fragile like a flower/plant that today is and tomorrow no more!

My ringing phone jolted me back to the present, I saw the caller and forged a smile by default; it was my mum. I was however shocked when her voice didn’t sound as cheerful as I expected!
My mum called to tell me she has lost her younger brother… my uncle had died in the night.
now that’s a huge blow!

Then later in the day,my twin sister told me an acquaintance had lost his one year old boy.

Then I begin to ask “is there a sudden rush to the grave… Why does it look like many are dying at the same time? Is death suddenly more wicked than we know?”

Well…I know the obvious answer is NO! it just seem to be around more people I know.

I don’t want to play the blame game and ask why or who’s at fault. I know the unquestionable, unfathomable God knows best! He knows why we are going through this in this manner and at this time! Moreover is HIS will, word & desire not that we give thanks in all things?

In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
(1 Thes 5:18 KJV)

So I’m not sad. NO! … Neither am I happy! just kinda ‘blank-faced’

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Who shall ever separate us from Christ’s love? Shall suffering and affliction and tribulation? Or calamity and distress?…. Rom. 8: 35

Naah! Still in love with my Jesus. He is the LIFE, and He’s still alive, so Life goes on! Thats all! What do you think?

.Prince A.T™ ❤❤❤

A Room with a View

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A resounding slap reminded me of my duty. I was supposed to be fanning Hulk Horgan! I don’t know how I managed to wander off in thoughts in this crowded little room. Another slap was coming my way and I swiftly ducked.
‘you dey sleep while standing?’, he roared.

At previous times I would cower at his voice, but not anymore. I hissed and slowly stood up. I looked him in the eye and he grinned wickedly.

‘I don’t blame you!’, I murmured through clenched teeth.
‘I no blame you,’ he mimicked.

I shifted my gaze off him to the slimy wall. The walls were dark and stained with sweat, oil, graffiti and blood.
‘today is the last time I’ll be here.’ I said to myself.
I stared at the haphazard graffiti. A particular writing scribbled with blood caught my attention “the walking corpse “, it said. I winced, feeling bile rising through my throat and I quickly shifted my gaze to the dirty floor.

‘This is going to be my last day here.’ I told myself again.

The floor was littered with all dirty things you can think of, bandage, rotten food, tissue, paper, plates, dirty clothes and dirty ragged men.
One started coughing hysterically and I turned away, positioning my face in the direction of the room’s only window.

The window had nothing on it save the iron bars that kept we the insiders inside. A spider was spinning a web across the window making sure even a housefly would stay outside.

Everyone seems to be mocking me. They all seem to be saying the same thing. Mocking me for my naivety & stupidity!

‘Butty, You’ll rot in jail,’ I heard someone whisper.
‘No I won’t, I immediately replied. ‘today is my last day here. ‘

‘-last day on earth? ‘ the old man coughed and everyone burst into laughter.

I shut my ears to them all and stared at the only iew where I believe sanity stood.
prison window
The only window in the room provided me with a saner view. I could see the rising sun in the horizon and it reminded me so much of my room from which I usually watched the sunset.


I was watching the sunset two days ago day when Scuba came with ideas on how I could be better and bigger. He told me I could become a ladies man in spite of my bulgy size if i wouldn’t mind doing some things.
Now I want the attention of ladies and I want to roll with the Big Boyz and lots more! who cares if I’m not yet 18!

So his idea required that I borrowed my Dad’s money without dad’s consent , I bought wraps of stuffs I know I shouldn’t be handling. We went clubbing and I got so drunk I couldn’t run when the police busted the party!

I woke up at the police station in an overcrowded cell with hardened criminals.

I know my Dad would have heard of my arrest and He is still really angry at me for stealing his money. But he’ll surely come and bail me… my kind hearted mother would surely nag down his ego till he comes.

Till he comes, I’ll enjoy the only good view available. When next I get to watch the sun setting in the horizon… I’ll remind myself to remain me and to keep only good friends

Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend. (Proverbs 27:17 KJV)

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Happy New Year Friends.

Recently, I had a challenging period and I walked up to a friend for advice.
Amongst the many things he said, there was one sentence that struck a cord in me.
“There is light at the end of the tunnel.”


Now, I don’t know for sure who first said those words or where it originated from. But, over the years, I’ve heard those words over and over from preachers, motivational speakers, friends and family and many persons trying to encourage & instill hope.

Being the optimist that I am, I find it to be a very comforting line cos it encourages one to expect better things in the future; i.e ”at the end of the tunnel.”

Now this post is not a rant about an already popular cliché, it is meant to answer the question many people fail to consider. The question is;

“What happens meantime in the tunnel?”

yeah… Its true, we have our eyes, hope, attention, imagination and expectation on what the end of the tunnel has in store for us. But would it be out of place to ask… “What actually happens in –this here place– the tunnel!”

Before we get to that bright glorious light ahead, I think we should know what to expect in the tunnel.

So this post is my thoughts on what the tunnel looks like. More like; THINGS to expect while IN THE TUNNEL!
(Please feel free to add your thoughts too in the comment box!) Here is my view of:Mysterious tunnel to the light



This is one most likely thing in a tunnel. A tunnel is not a wide walkway or lawn where you get to take a walk with all your friends, families and loved ones whilst holding hands. No! The tunnel experience is most times a narrow individual experience. It narrows your association to a nuclear unit. You might have to do away with excess luggage. You might even have to stoop or crawl to pass through!
It is a time you face many battles on your own.

It’s the time you get to know your real friends!

I remember many years ago, during holiday visits to an aunt who lived close to a railway line; how my endeavours to count the number of horizontal rail tracks that was laid from the back of the house to the farm always turned futile.
It was always a boring confusing count! Counting those horizontal boards was very tiring because they all look alike and continuous without end! So I tend to mix them up and forget which one I counted last.
Sometimes I restart & sometimes I just continue counting & leave the confusing ones out!

The tunnel experience can be similar to this! I used the word circle because its a time when situations and troubles seem unending. It doesn’t necessarily mean all tunnels are tubular. It could be square but it surely has a repetitive pattern!

Things seem unchanging and troubles just seem to keep coming!

Please don’t give up, keep keeping on and never take your eyes off that light at the end of the tunnel.


Obstacles are one sure thing to expect. Don’t expect the insides of the tunnel to be smooth without bumps and corners. No, it has its fair share of obstacles. Its rough, bumpy and dirty. And worse still, the obstacles are more difficult to sight, size up or prepare for because of the absence/reduced rays of light.


The tunnel is that time of trouble and sorrow, that gloomy time when you feel like letting go. Its a place you grope to find a way out.

Its that season; when you earnestly want to be anywhere else but in the darkness; when the future seems bleak and unsure; when you hope for even the tiniest incident rays of light & hope and could hardly find.

Yes, that and more happens in the tunnel! Its a place to stay alert!

Jesus gave an assurance when he said, “…be of good cheer… (John 16:33)
It is but for a while…it will surely come to an end. You are an overcomer if only you believe.

Though sorrow may last for a night, Joy comes in the morning (psalm 30:5)

Just see the tunnel as a place of training.

Remember that promotion comes after examination.

Please borrow my lens and see things the way I’m seeing them:
¤ If there’s no darkness, we would find it hard to define light, right?
Without problems we won’t coin the word solution, right?
If there were no crying/tears we might not appreciate laughter, would we?

The tunnel is that place that makes you appreciate the glorious sweeter future!

So ‘do not despise your little beginning’… That light at the end of the tunnel is worth fighting for!


While working & walking towards that light, you should however;

¤ Never lose hope

¤ Pray & ask God for strength

¤ Be optimistic

¤ Think Positively and please

¤ Keep smiling (it is the light of your soul )

“Life is full of beauty, Notice it.
Notice the bumble bee, the small child and the smiling faces,
Smell the rain, and feel the wind.
Live your life to the fullest potential and fight for your dreams!”
—> Ashley Smith

& until I cross your path again lemme end by saying;
“There is light at the end of the tunnel, but hey, hold tight to the light in you while still in the tunnel!”
never lose hope

Do have a Happy, Bright, Glorious and Prosperous 2015!

Prince A. T.
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