May Your Road Be Rough.

Yesterday, I shared my scepticism for the coming year and my future with my partner. In response he wished for my road to be rough. I did not know what to make of that so I asked that he explain himself. He sent a link to Tai Folarin’s 1964 New Year article.

In it, the good man explains the importance of wishing not just for a good life, but a bad one as well. He makes a point that there can be no triumph without trials.

For every M.I, there is a Vic O. For every Jay Z, a Young Thug. For every Jega, an Orubebe. This ensures balance in life. One cannot exist without the other. A hitch free life is one unlived.

This search for balance and breakthrough has led to me taking an unpopular stand.

As Victor Ehikhamenor once pointed out, we Nigerians are in the habit of naming our years. While your pastor comes up with phrases to be unleashed at your spirit and fireworks filled crossover vigil that will guide you through 2016, phrases like; "My Year of Seizing the Bae, "My Year of Employment", "My Year of Amassing Twitter Followers" and what not, I am naming 2016 "My Year of Turbulent Waters."

I don't pray for sunny days, clear skies and smooth sailing mostly because I don't pray at all, but if I did, I would talk to God about hurling challenges my way. Wishing for disappointments and let downs. Because, and correct me if I am wrong, no success was ever achieved in an overly comfortable setting. Martin Luther King Jnr would have been basic without racism, as would Nelson Mandela without Apartheid, Gandhi without The First Case, Buhari without Jonathan.

We come into our own in the midst of adversity. This new year, I want life's best shot. I wish to be given the least of talents, not to satisfy my sadism, but to motivate myself to spew greatness.

If one person chop soup wey sweet, e nor dey fit talk am finish. So not only am I wishing all this on myself, I am wishing it on you too.

In the coming year, may your road be rough.