Having read and seen several posts, I will say
2015 has been a year of great experience.
Some of which flows into the new 2016, some
which are gone with it, some which will still
go and some which I will rely on to function in
2016.
I have traveled my farthest distance,
Stayed my farthest from home,
Taught in the highest secondary levels
For the longest as well,
Frowned, smiled, giggled, played,
Watched, slept, prayed, sang,
Whispered, screamed, danced,
Hoped, found, lost,
Bought, sold,
Researched,
Rehearsed,
Conversed,
Thought,
And here I am
At the tail of a long 2015
Looking at the head of a 2016
Hoping for a fresh start
Still hoping and hopeful...
Thursday 31 December 2015
Wednesday 29 July 2015
A Mother's Love
A mother's love
Stronger than assassins' love of murder
Singly she bore me
Multiple she fed me grow
No thought of hatred is for her
For in her restrictions,
I am created to expand in future
Tough is my childhood for my manhood to be softened and swiftly soaring
Her thoughts is my great tomorrow
Her words are blissful prayers to smoothen rugged terrain of struggles
May not be there in cash but is on knee
Asks after me when all forget to
Labours for my meal in alien climes
I love her, no, you for you are my counsellor, pastor, cook, first wife, nurse from past and still is.
Stronger than assassins' love of murder
Singly she bore me
Multiple she fed me grow
No thought of hatred is for her
For in her restrictions,
I am created to expand in future
Tough is my childhood for my manhood to be softened and swiftly soaring
Her thoughts is my great tomorrow
Her words are blissful prayers to smoothen rugged terrain of struggles
May not be there in cash but is on knee
Asks after me when all forget to
Labours for my meal in alien climes
I love her, no, you for you are my counsellor, pastor, cook, first wife, nurse from past and still is.
Tuesday 16 June 2015
We and the irresponsible leaders
Bidding a bye to some crops of wealth-fattened 'failed homosapiens and a welcome to the power-hungry wealth seekers make us irresponsibly responsible. 'Spare the rod and spoil the child' has made us to strike with the rod and kill the child.
Are we the confused or confusion itself? In their adulthood (the leaders), they grew up irresponsible from our negligence of responsibility. Are they the irresponsible or we?
If us, the good Book says 'wherein have we robbed thee? In tithes and offerings' 'And now we call the proud happy; yea, they that work wickedness are set up.' We have eaten the courage of the fearless and drained the philosophers and intellectuals of wisdom and creativity. We have robbed ourselves of growth. Our tools of experiment have made us puppets and became our puppeteers. We have almost blown our eyes and lungs out in keeping the fire of development burning even while using wet logs of firewood.
If them, our icons have chosen for themselves leaders of falsehood, throwing us out of deliberation for our future. They are here with the fainting sounds of promise. Our forebears in position have laid a legacy they have only worsened.
They now think 'a ti k'oje bo oloosa lowo o ku baba eni ti yoo bo' (we have put the beads on the ritualists hands, it now remains the father of who will take it off his hand) even while sitting on the throne of tyranny.
But we say:
Chosen are they
Who even kingmakers war on their choice
Who dole out punishment but lacking in self control
Whose past questions their next hour
The journey of who has set ablaze
The fiery anger of feet stepped upon in answer to past revenge
On whose head the market square shouted for nonchallance
In whose ears ring warnings against collapse and failure
Are we the confused or confusion itself? In their adulthood (the leaders), they grew up irresponsible from our negligence of responsibility. Are they the irresponsible or we?
If us, the good Book says 'wherein have we robbed thee? In tithes and offerings' 'And now we call the proud happy; yea, they that work wickedness are set up.' We have eaten the courage of the fearless and drained the philosophers and intellectuals of wisdom and creativity. We have robbed ourselves of growth. Our tools of experiment have made us puppets and became our puppeteers. We have almost blown our eyes and lungs out in keeping the fire of development burning even while using wet logs of firewood.
If them, our icons have chosen for themselves leaders of falsehood, throwing us out of deliberation for our future. They are here with the fainting sounds of promise. Our forebears in position have laid a legacy they have only worsened.
They now think 'a ti k'oje bo oloosa lowo o ku baba eni ti yoo bo' (we have put the beads on the ritualists hands, it now remains the father of who will take it off his hand) even while sitting on the throne of tyranny.
But we say:
Chosen are they
Who even kingmakers war on their choice
Who dole out punishment but lacking in self control
Whose past questions their next hour
The journey of who has set ablaze
The fiery anger of feet stepped upon in answer to past revenge
On whose head the market square shouted for nonchallance
In whose ears ring warnings against collapse and failure
Thursday 26 March 2015
Tension: Lack of Respect
Sitting alone improves one's relationship with oneself. It helps to meditate on his life: past, present and future. I feel tension now in the air besides election and scarcity of economic tools: electricity, money, water, etc. and increase in prices, theft, heat, etc. That which I feel is tension of the spirit. My spirit alongside the spirit of godly Christians feels tensed. It is like a war between flesh and Spirit as it is written.
Things keep getting worse. Respect, hard-earned and forced, is thrown out of the window, swept out of the house, blown away with every breeze of storm, buried deep beyond reach and hung in the space where no rocket or aircraft can touch.
In schools, teachers are warring against students' immoral and bad conducts. Students on their part are highly reluctant in dropping them. They argue against such dislike and try to prove silly points.
In churches, pastors are seen rebuking the ignorant and wilfully hard-hearted members and workers. They get sorely displeased at every nonchalant action of leaders of departments and groups. They are pushed to almost cursing, excommunicating, dissolving and even expelling offending parties. They seem to be losing grip of sane and godly acts among the members. They weep at heart and even cry physically at this decadence and absence of the 'right'.
In homes, abominable acts and expressions are dethroning parental instructions and exhortation. Elders are gradually being relegated to the lowest background while the younger siblings can 'do' and 'undo'. The lifetime of a family seems to be going in the anti-clockwise direction. Happiness is cut short when scoldings rear their heads. The joy of being a parent or an elder is drastically drained from family set-up.
The elders are sometimes pushed to the wall before reacting; the consequence of which may be condemned by the public. Even the respectful elders are having their boxes of disrespect. It is true that a respectful person ultimately becomes a respectable personality but this happens only in a sane society.
Discipline is nicknamed or misnamed 'strictness' by the culprits. Social gatherings often only touch on these things without necessary actions. It is these that even promote the abnormal growth of youthful exuberance.
Will we ever be free from these? Are these meant to tempt, try and test the offended and evoke meaningful actions? Are these days just passing by like a dream? Will we wake up from such nightmare? Is there the need to compromise for 'peace' to reign?
I think the answer to these questions is NO. We only need to continue, as elders, to improve on ourselves maybe they, the younger ones, will look on us and follow our legal, moral, loyal and godly examples for a better relationship.
Things keep getting worse. Respect, hard-earned and forced, is thrown out of the window, swept out of the house, blown away with every breeze of storm, buried deep beyond reach and hung in the space where no rocket or aircraft can touch.
In schools, teachers are warring against students' immoral and bad conducts. Students on their part are highly reluctant in dropping them. They argue against such dislike and try to prove silly points.
In churches, pastors are seen rebuking the ignorant and wilfully hard-hearted members and workers. They get sorely displeased at every nonchalant action of leaders of departments and groups. They are pushed to almost cursing, excommunicating, dissolving and even expelling offending parties. They seem to be losing grip of sane and godly acts among the members. They weep at heart and even cry physically at this decadence and absence of the 'right'.
In homes, abominable acts and expressions are dethroning parental instructions and exhortation. Elders are gradually being relegated to the lowest background while the younger siblings can 'do' and 'undo'. The lifetime of a family seems to be going in the anti-clockwise direction. Happiness is cut short when scoldings rear their heads. The joy of being a parent or an elder is drastically drained from family set-up.
The elders are sometimes pushed to the wall before reacting; the consequence of which may be condemned by the public. Even the respectful elders are having their boxes of disrespect. It is true that a respectful person ultimately becomes a respectable personality but this happens only in a sane society.
Discipline is nicknamed or misnamed 'strictness' by the culprits. Social gatherings often only touch on these things without necessary actions. It is these that even promote the abnormal growth of youthful exuberance.
Will we ever be free from these? Are these meant to tempt, try and test the offended and evoke meaningful actions? Are these days just passing by like a dream? Will we wake up from such nightmare? Is there the need to compromise for 'peace' to reign?
I think the answer to these questions is NO. We only need to continue, as elders, to improve on ourselves maybe they, the younger ones, will look on us and follow our legal, moral, loyal and godly examples for a better relationship.
Saturday 28 February 2015
Election
What is election?
Is it not a united people's choice medium? Hardship on the Mount of Compulsion signals your reign.
We are left baffled to toil and tread on the prickles poured on the selfish route of the incumbents. The honey-coated oration of the propagandists beckon on us to stir up from slumber of yesteryears and grope into the dark unsure future.
Some vote in sentiments, others in spite.
Some seeking to sit on the fence found their buttocks seethe with unfavourable negligence. We think 'are we to start again or continue in penury?
Do we choose the unknown newness or the known continuity?
What are the supernatural beings thinking of us? Is our future not washed down the drain built by the gerontocratic personnels?
What are we? Puppets or puppeteers?
We have unsaid thoughts on if our choice will be selected by the selfish philosophers in government.'
Think and thank your thoughts afterwards if good.
Is it not a united people's choice medium? Hardship on the Mount of Compulsion signals your reign.
We are left baffled to toil and tread on the prickles poured on the selfish route of the incumbents. The honey-coated oration of the propagandists beckon on us to stir up from slumber of yesteryears and grope into the dark unsure future.
Some vote in sentiments, others in spite.
Some seeking to sit on the fence found their buttocks seethe with unfavourable negligence. We think 'are we to start again or continue in penury?
Do we choose the unknown newness or the known continuity?
What are the supernatural beings thinking of us? Is our future not washed down the drain built by the gerontocratic personnels?
What are we? Puppets or puppeteers?
We have unsaid thoughts on if our choice will be selected by the selfish philosophers in government.'
Think and thank your thoughts afterwards if good.
Wednesday 18 February 2015
Still on the stage?
Ask yourself this as i am asking myself now.
Theatrically, am i still on the stage of fame?
What role am i playing presently?
Am i changed by surrounding phenomena or non-responsive to them?
Do i still remember my lines well enough if not perfectly?
What stage am i(climax or anti-climax)?
Who is my director, i or another?
How do i respond to my director's instructions? Do i deserve an applause or better still an award for my part?
Will my role be remembered long after i have left the stage, will i be named after that?
Theatrically, am i still on the stage of fame?
What role am i playing presently?
Am i changed by surrounding phenomena or non-responsive to them?
Do i still remember my lines well enough if not perfectly?
What stage am i(climax or anti-climax)?
Who is my director, i or another?
How do i respond to my director's instructions? Do i deserve an applause or better still an award for my part?
Will my role be remembered long after i have left the stage, will i be named after that?
Sunday 15 February 2015
The Book of Life
The only Book not published by man.
Written by only God and kept as the Most High's only Beloved Library.
Heaven's only righteous Library.
It is not a scroll of papyrus, not written with a pen or printed by a machine.
The contents can be deleted at will with no traces. The Book of Love (God) written with no sentiment or partiality.
The Greatest Book after the Bible is gone.
The Finished Product of the Bible.
The Register of the Righteous and Saints marked only once, in which there is no one absent- all present.
The Container of Citizens of New Heaven and New Earth.
Written by only God and kept as the Most High's only Beloved Library.
Heaven's only righteous Library.
It is not a scroll of papyrus, not written with a pen or printed by a machine.
The contents can be deleted at will with no traces. The Book of Love (God) written with no sentiment or partiality.
The Greatest Book after the Bible is gone.
The Finished Product of the Bible.
The Register of the Righteous and Saints marked only once, in which there is no one absent- all present.
The Container of Citizens of New Heaven and New Earth.
Wednesday 11 February 2015
We walk long
We walk long
For we want more
Till the road not taken we reached
But which they have flown over
We tred in pain over the leaves
Whose dried bones crush under our feet
seeking the broken bricks of yesterday's mistakes
On which we can hop
And arrive Tomorrow's town of succour.
For we want more
Till the road not taken we reached
But which they have flown over
We tred in pain over the leaves
Whose dried bones crush under our feet
seeking the broken bricks of yesterday's mistakes
On which we can hop
And arrive Tomorrow's town of succour.
Sunday 25 January 2015
Beneath the sun spreads a day
Under the moon hides the night
Staring up at the stars is the lurking dark
Beyond words breathes feelings
Of an action is a gesture
In a heart is a belief
Same as a leaf shudders in cold embrace of gentle breeze
A written thought is kept only if the book burns not
A focused one is engraved on the rock of mind
A friend it is
Who though is free to rend the heart
Deems it fresh to end the dispute in troubled minds of both.
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