A Hopeful 30 Days – The Call

For the 4th year in a row, the new year will start on an optimistic note with the annual #30DaysOfHope project and as always, I’m excited about it.

Credit must be given to whom it is due and so here’s a shout out to Efe @hl_blue who’s yearly guest blogging challenge inspired this. Every December on stories.ng, folk reflect over and review the year coming to an end, taking stock of everything as they prepare to take the new year by the horns. Here, all of January, folk are charged to look upon the new calendar year and project unto it everything they hope for.

Some are prayerful, others are skeptical. Some are fearful, others ambitious. Some only have questions, others present themselves the answers. All are hopeful.

#30DaysOfHope presents the opportunity to these folk to document all that they want from the new year, that they may reflect upon it as they carry on. They grab the opportunity to speak/write what they desire into being. This is for people who realise the power of the spoken/written word and are willing to unleash it in their favour.

This is a call. If you are filled with hope for 2016, this is where you may take a few steps of faith by making it plain for all to see. Write down your hopes and dreams, your aspirations and plans, ambitions and projections. Write your fears and challenges, your doubts and concerns, stumbling blocks and hurdles. Write the methods you will use to vanquish them, the paths you will take around them, the amount of time it may take. Write it all down. Write a hundred words. Or a thousand. Or in between. Write elaborately, or haphazardly. Write a story, or an article, or a letter to yourself. Write for the first time or the millionth. Write because you choose to. Write because you must.

Write because 2016 is yours for the taking.

And then when you’re done writing, speak it. Read it out loud. Share it with a friend. Read it to your family. Preach it to your walls. Whisper it to yourself. Speak your hopes and dreams and aspirations and plans and ambitions and projections into reality.

Then take action.

How shall we do this? Daily, two (sometimes, three) people will share the things they are hopeful for in 2016. Please indicate your interest in the comment section below or on twitter by tweeting @olatoxic and what date in the first 30 days of the month of January you would most prefer to be published. I will respond as swiftly as possible, confirm the availability of these dates and/or secure them. Dates will be allocated on a first come, first served basis.

So tell me, when would you like to do this?…


Day 1 – Toxic
Day 2 – Coco | Lo
Day 3 –
Day 4 – Jyte
Day 5 – Justin
Day 6 – Priiye
Day 7 – Osisiye | Chychy
Day 8 – AfomaCI | Aminat
Day 9 – Jide
Day 10 – Ada
Day 11 – Ope | Aidee
Day 12 – Liltem
Day 13 – Kathy Esan
Day 14 – Annie
Day 15 – Ameena | Temitope | Tobi
Day 16 – Avril | Ashiwel
Day 17 – Yinka_XVII
Day 18 – Olumide | Tamara
Day 19 – Shirley | Moyin
Day 20 – Michelle | phoenixafuye
Day 21 – Shade
Day 22 – DemisolaOluwadamilola
Day 23 – Ogenna
Day 24 – Nimi
Day 25 – Motunrayo | Mosimiloluwa
Day 26 – Bankole | Chidinma
Day 27 – Oluchi
Day 28 – Juachi | Frances Okoro
Day 29- Eden | Fifi
Day 30 – Deaduramilade | Stanley | Valerie | Dami

This Is Not A Rant

I’m upset. Can you tell? No?

Okay, I’m upset.

I should probably tell you why, right? Hmmm…

I’ll tell you. Purely out of the benevolence of my heart. I mean, yore dying to know and everything so I choose to now be kind and just spill like I know you want me to. Badly. ( ._.)

I’m in a rut. Again. (This endless battle with this bloody recurring rut sef). With writing and, more importantly, with drawing too. And this combo is horrible because writing and visual artistry are the backbone of my beloved Art Stories. [If you’ve somehow achieved the near-impossible feat of burying your head so deep in the sand that you have no idea what Art Stories is, click here] See ehn, the possibility of this very eventuality is the very excuse I had for not wanting to launch Art Stories when I was supposed to; same reason I even almost didn’t accept when I was first offered the opportunity to run my own column on TNC by @thetoolsman… But that was until I realised this what it truly was- an excuse. Yeah, I can be a legendary procrastinator. Sure, my schedule can be extremely unpredictable- free now, tomorrow, extremely constricted. Sure, I’ll fall into a rut, heck, even a trench every now and then and inspiration might be nowhere to be found to help haul my ass out of the pit… But these are not acceptable excuses for me to not achieve the things I could, and definitely should.

So, I accepted.

And now here I am, stuck. Again!

An Art Story is supposed to go up every tuesday at 4pm. I’m not sure any has ever gone up at 4pm. Well, maybe one or two sha. I’m usually still tweaking or editing or reworking or adding something. In some horrible cases, I’m just beginning to write or draw or design at 4pm *smh*. I sha try to post before 6pm and this usually works out. Usually. Meaning most of the time, not all of the time. Yes, I’m terribly ashamed to admit that every now and again, I completely miss out on posting. Terribly inefficient, I know.

And now, why I’m upset and at whom. I’m upset at myself. Because I have now reached a new low- TWO darned weeks without posting.

And this is not for lack of trying neither. But that’s just an excuse. One that’s unacceptable. Yeah, I had contributors that ought to have delivered and didn’t, but yup, that’s just another excuse (and me guilt tripping y’all. You know yourselves ( -_-).

Why am I beating myself over the head? And why here?

Well, for one, I promised here when I was about to begin Art Stories that I would not abandon this space and promised myself that at the very worst, I would serve something up here once a month. And so, in typical fashion, I’ve saved the best for last left it till the last minute. No, literally, the very last minute. Terrible. *smh pathetically*

More importantly, I’ve learnt, from others and from past personal experience, that one of the best ways out of a rut such as this is to write ones own way out of it. Sounds near nonsensical that one would suggest that the way to deal with not being able to write or draw… is to write or draw. But this has been proven over and again so… *shrug*

And most importantly, I’m beating myself over the head on here as a public reminder to self to do better. TNC 3.0 launches next week. We’ll call this inefficient phase a ‘test drive’, bury the demons, slay the carcasses, pick up the bad attitude and body slam it before heading off into the new era.

Ladies, gentlemen, it is time.

[This post was finished at 11.45pm on the 31st of July, 2013 after which I proceeded to post it… Only to find that etisalat had taken up the N2000 credit I had bought that morning as data rather than renewing the BIS subscription for which I had made the purchase. Imagine, two tauzon, gone just like dat!

I contemplated not putting up the post at all when I was able to, but considering the pungent reasons seen above for which I wrote it at all… Well, you’re reading this now, aren’t you?

I shall however edit the time-published to reflect when it should have originally gone up. Because I can. And to fulfil all righteousness. And cos it makes me feel good. Sue me.]