The Centrist

an "Existentialist" in a modern world

I don’t like this expression “First World problems.” It is false and it is condescending. Yes, Nigerians struggle with floods or infant mortality. But these same Nigerians also deal with mundane and seemingly luxurious hassles. Connectivity issues on your BlackBerry, cost of car repair, how to sync your iPad, what brand of noodles to buy: Third World problems. All the silly stuff of life doesn’t disappear just because you’re black and live in a poorer country. People in the richer nations need a more robust sense of the lives being lived in the darker nations. Here’s a First World problem: the inability to see that others are as fully complex and as keen on technology and pleasure as you are.

One event that illustrated the gap between the Africa of conjecture and the real Africa was the BlackBerry outage of a few weeks ago. Who would have thought Research In Motion’s technical issues would cause so much annoyance and inconvenience in a place like Lagos? But of course it did, because people don’t wake up with “poor African” pasted on their foreheads. They live as citizens of the modern world. None of this is to deny the existence of social stratification and elite structures here. There are lifestyles of the rich and famous, sure. But the interesting thing about modern technology is how socially mobile it is—quite literally. Everyone in Lagos has a phone.

Teju Cole (via kateoplis)

This is as accurate as it can get. First world problems my foot. In fact, this notion is obsolete and outdated. It was a wartime (and a little while after war) classification.

(via newwavefeminism)


It happens all the time. We fall in love with these characters, whether we do it intentionally or not. We’re captivated by their presence, and we’re drawn in to their storyline. We’re touched by the mark they leave on our souls, and we’re so hopelessly invested in their well-being and safety that we feel the need to protect them, to keep them away from hurt. We love them, and maybe we even relate to them. When they’re hurt, we feel their pain. When they cry, we sob along with them. And then something beautiful happens and we rejoice in their glee. When they’re happy, we’re happy. And if they happen to pass away, then a small part of us dies alongside them. We fall in love, and we never stop.

today is the day my life begins. today i become a citizen of the world. today i become a grown up. today i become accountable to someone other than myself & my parents. accountable for more than my grades. today i become accountable to the world, to the future, to all the possibilities life has to offer. starting today, my job is to show up, wide-eyed & willing & ready. for what? for anything. for everything. to take on life. to take on love. to take on the responsibility & possibility. today my friends our lives begin. & i for one cannot wait.

—greys anatomy (via christineerosee)

Feminists don’t necessarily condone misandry. One must first truly understand the meaning of a feminist before spitting out allegations concerning feminists. Miseducated imbeciles all around me.

Signing off,

"Never forget the struggle you toiled through"
“Never forget the pain and heartache you endured to be where you are today”
“Never forget your parents who turned you into a productive citizen and their struggles”
I’ve heard this over and over especially since I left the country. It’s almost as if adaptation is loathed in a community I once belonged. The “maker” knows I was never really part of it. I merely tolerated for 18 years of my life. First of all, the struggle was solely present due to ill-prepared parents. Need I say more? But this makes me wonder if I have become less appreciative? If so, when did I become such a condescending bastard? This is a menace. A killer of my personality and character. Today, I bury the old. After all, it is spring.

Signing off,

Exactly what I do on a daily basis.

Exactly what I do on a daily basis.

(via blxckbridx)


The brilliant We Were Evergreen performing ‘Daughters’ at a Sofar Sounds show in London.

Can’t wait to see these guys in Cambridge in May on their Towards tour, ‘Towards’ being the name of their forthcoming debut album which I am equally as excited about - info about the album and tour here.

Smooth jazz on a rainy day; a great cup of cappuccino- which I raise in agreement to the agony of slaving at work. Weekends alone cannot and will not suffice my thirst for a break. A long break indeed. Nevertheless, spending time with this special woman is always a perk (especially on much needed breaks). For this, the weekends are never enough. Just for her, it isn’t.

This brooding space; the boundless ambiguity; and conscience of a lost lad runs wild.
Here lies a puzzle undeserving of completeness.

Signing off -Kero