Misdirection

The stage was set, time to teach smarty pants Joel  and his mum a lesson, especially his mum.

It was the perfect day to show off her son. The genius son of a common  but ambitious waitress, the press will eat up the story once he wins the competition. 

Pouring himself a glass of juice ensuring to mimic the flow of a water tap, he smiled at Joel.

“Mummy I want to use the toilet.”

Slowly the cookie starts to crumple, first step in motion.

“Mummy I don’t feel like playing today.”

“Oh don’t worry you’ll be fine, just focus. You’ve beaten better opponents before.”

As Joel sat down, the neighbours turned the volume on their stereo up filling the air with Reggae music.

Joel slumped in his chair there was no way he was going to win,he won’t be able to concentrate.

Oh this will be the easiest game for us, thought his mum. Her camera was ready to feed live to facebook.

I might not have the brains but I am a master of misdirection.


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Life is …. #3

Life is … a poker game, you can’t choose what cards you’re dealt, but you can decide to play or not. If you decide to play you must understand the following:

The rules cannot be changed to suit you and should you try bending them, karma will always finds a way to set the record straight.

The higher the stakes, the higher the tension: the more collateral damage every wrong call becomes, but equally more intoxicating is the taste of victory under such circumstances.

A poker face is essential, but so is an innocent face: the latter makes losing to you a little easier, depending on where and who you play with.

Painter: Cassius Marcellus Coolidge
       Painter: Cassius Marcellus Coolidge Source:                       http://mentalfloss.com/

Only those who dare, stand a chance.

Thus, the reason for the ubiquitous existence of comfort zones even in dire situations.


Hi there, thank you for stopping by today. This is the third edition of my ‘life is’ series where I try to relate life to different concepts/ideas in society. Would love to hear your opinion on life is … a poker game.

Chasing trains

“So, you roll the dice and you move across the board to your next terminus. When you roll a double on the dice you get the opportunity to do something adventurous off the train this is called a window of opportunity. Depending on ….”

“Dad I don’t think this is better than the last game you came up with,” said Simon.

“It’s too complicated and would take ag..gggesss to win. Plus it seems boring,” Angie interjected.

“Sorry dad, but I don’t think trailing trains would ever leave this station. Besides most people prefer computer games,” Simon continued.

“Speak for yourself Simon, I love board games expect for this one, it’s too nerdy,” replied Angie dragging Simon by the arm out of the garage.

He was starting to run out of steam and innovative ideas; maybe it was time to throw in the towel, time to accept his name like his train games would never leave the shores of his home-town.


Written by Chioma I.N

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