Sounds like a drum, beats with a rhythm, pulsates everytime we are excited and palpitates gravely each time our feelings are hurt, it bleeds life and sucks death out of us...its the first to throbe and the last to quit. it works while we are awake and never sleeps, its job is never tiring and sure never takes a leave...its the representation of Him in us ! It works alone and never needs a spare even though almost all others are in pairs. it is simple yet complicated.
The depth of health and wealth are felt in it....
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
YOUR SHADOWS LINGERS LONG EVEN WHEN THE SUN SETS ON THE UTMOST LOVE MY LIFE BEHELD, TEARS LINE MY EYES AND LAUGHTER TURNS TO SOBS...HEARTS POUND AND EMOTIONS WAIL BRIGHTER WERE THE DAYS MEMORIES OF BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS STREWN ALONG SERENE PATHWAYS ONLY YOU COULD HAVE BROUGHT BACK THE RHYTHM...THE RAIN THAT PRECEEDS YET A HARVEST OF TRANQUILITY.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
That I wonder how many bright idears that at times sparkle in me and is blown out by the evil wind of discouragement,fear and procrastination. For these three enemies, I would have long arrived my destination.
Rules we muust break,laws we must bend, principles we provoke ...yet to live in harmony with others without cause I say is man's greatest virtues.
No single sentence has ever meant so much as it does
but each time repeated,it is as new as diamond,as costly as a soul, as beautiful as the evening sunset,as priceless as life itself if only it is real and true...again
'I love you '
By each knowledge acquired, we polish our lives just as every glittering carrat improves the worth of a diamond so shall we be worth more.
1. THAT LOVE HURTS AND SOOTHS ARE THE VERY BEAUTY OF IT...!
2. COWARDS RAISE DUST WHEN TRIALS POUR. HE WHO IS BRAVE WOULD BY THE DIPPING OF HIS SOUL IN SIMMERING TIMES FIND TRUE COMMITMENT.
3. WITH GREAT DESIRES COMES PASSIONATE SACRIFICES ...ITS NOT TRAGIC TO DIE FOR WHAT YOU LOVE.
4. I DO THE THINGS I DO AND SAY THE THINGS I SAY BECAUSE I AM ME, SO DON'T EXPECT ME TO FIT INTO YOU 'COS WE ARE DIFFERENT.
2. COWARDS RAISE DUST WHEN TRIALS POUR. HE WHO IS BRAVE WOULD BY THE DIPPING OF HIS SOUL IN SIMMERING TIMES FIND TRUE COMMITMENT.
3. WITH GREAT DESIRES COMES PASSIONATE SACRIFICES ...ITS NOT TRAGIC TO DIE FOR WHAT YOU LOVE.
4. I DO THE THINGS I DO AND SAY THE THINGS I SAY BECAUSE I AM ME, SO DON'T EXPECT ME TO FIT INTO YOU 'COS WE ARE DIFFERENT.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
To every woman who pulled through the staggering labor pains,... every woman who endured the pangs and aches of pushing forth a child either alive or still-born, on whose countenance was found both agony and restless joy... who gave suckle to tender mouths. Who did not brew nor cooked but from the aboundance of their natural love became fountains of sustainance for a helpless baby and through them flowed milks of life. Each of those true mothers who cried through the nights without peace, without a promised certainty that all was well, who sought protection for the life of the unborn with every suplicative word that doth humble God's heart and causes his compassion to reighn over both.
Even when their lives was at stake, their faith was unfettered, their belief was unwavering and their hope grew in strength. Indeed, every one of those marshals who give birth to Doctors,nurses,lawyers,presidents and kings alike yet retain their humble seats in the affairs of life...without who existence would halt and humanity will be extinct. Without whose constant devotion and tireless attention...withouth whose canes, pusnishments and advices I would not be moulded into the man I am...memories of the burning sun bearing down on her back as she toiled in the farmyard to eke out our "daily bread"...indeed they are the first god that we see and the true proof of creation, in whose woumb God built amazing stables for life.
Those little smile, those moments when I bit half of the meat from your lips and shared your meal cos I wasn't sate, every of those nights when you tuck me in and cover me with your wrapper, each of those toddler days you thought me how to bathe, found the holes in my knicker and sewed my shirts, every of those seasons that it never occured to me mums wear christmas clothes.
How much more can I say...I miss my mother yet for every of you mothers alive.
My greatest affection goes to you. Thank You!
Even when their lives was at stake, their faith was unfettered, their belief was unwavering and their hope grew in strength. Indeed, every one of those marshals who give birth to Doctors,nurses,lawyers,presidents and kings alike yet retain their humble seats in the affairs of life...without who existence would halt and humanity will be extinct. Without whose constant devotion and tireless attention...withouth whose canes, pusnishments and advices I would not be moulded into the man I am...memories of the burning sun bearing down on her back as she toiled in the farmyard to eke out our "daily bread"...indeed they are the first god that we see and the true proof of creation, in whose woumb God built amazing stables for life.
Those little smile, those moments when I bit half of the meat from your lips and shared your meal cos I wasn't sate, every of those nights when you tuck me in and cover me with your wrapper, each of those toddler days you thought me how to bathe, found the holes in my knicker and sewed my shirts, every of those seasons that it never occured to me mums wear christmas clothes.
How much more can I say...I miss my mother yet for every of you mothers alive.
My greatest affection goes to you. Thank You!
A FAMILIAR STORY!
OUR DESTINY IS NOT MEASURED BY OUR ACCOMPLISHMENTS NOR OUR WEALTH BUT BY THE SIMPLE BUT FORMIDABLE FAITH IN WHAT WE BELIEVE WOULD BE AND BY THE UNIQUE STORY OF THAT TRANSITION.THE BELIEF THAT TOMORROW WOULD BE FAR GREATER THAN YESTERDAY…THE ECHOES OF YET A FUTURE ENGRAVED IN NOT ONLY OUR MINDS BUT A PLACE CALLED SUCCESS AND A LAND CALLED REALITY…AS WE WALK THE PATHWAYS OF HOPE, AS THE TEARS DRIP AND GOOSE-BUMPS ENVELOPE OUR BACKS IN AWE OF THOSE WHO TELL A FAMILIAR STORY. A STORY WE KNOW MANY BEFORE US HAVE TOLD… WE BRACE OURSELVES FOR A NEW DAWN, BOW OUR HEADS AND HUMBLE OUR HEARTS IN SUPLICATION BIND OUR DETERMINATION IN STEEL FOR SURE IT WILL BE DONE!
THE RAPE OF A PEOPLE!
Sunday, February 1, 2009 at 12:37am Edit Note Delete
BOLTED TO MY IMAGINATION ARE THE SEA OF MEMORIES AND THE INNUMERABLE TIMES I RECOUNT THEM, TIMES WHEN I WOKE UP BEFORE DARKNESS WALKS AWAY FROM LIGHT... TOOK A BATH WITH LESS THAN A LITTER OF WELL WATER, HALF RUNNING AND HALF DRESSING UP...DONW THE STREETS I WALK BRISKLY! ECHO NAVIGATING MY WAY THROUGH THE DARKNESS,HALF AFRAID I MIGHT DASH MY FEET AGAINST A STONE OR A BROKEN BOTTLE USED TO LANDFILL THE ROADS...i WAS USED TO THE PUTRIDE SMELL OF THE LAGOS GUTTERS. APPROACHING THE BUS STOP WAS THUNDEROUS BLARRINGS OF THE HORN AND PEOPLE SCREAMING THE DESTINATIONS...I WOULD HAVE TO CHASE MY LINOUSINE ONE MILE DOWN THE STREET BEFORE I COULD FIND INCHES OF SPACE TO LOG ONE LEG IN AND HANG WITH ONE HAND, HALF IN AND HALF OUT...SITTING ON THE FENCE BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH COS IF MY HAND GOT TIRED AND I LET GO, THE ASHPHALT WOULD GLADLY EMBRACE ME! AMIDST THE CHAOS CAME LAMENTATIONS OF A KINGDOM TO COME AND A SAVIOUR WHO DIED FOR WHAT WE 'DO SUFFER...AS PROCLAIMED BY THE PREACHER WITHIN. I HAVE HEARD THOSE LINES SO MUCH SO IT WALKS THROUGH AN EAR AND LEAVES THROUGH THE OTHER, I WAS ALMOST ALWAYS CONTEMPLATING IF GOD KNEW WE EXISTED ON HIS EARTH.THE MANY LIVE IN SLUMS AND WAKE UP EARLY ENOUGH TO RELIEVE OTHERS ACCROSS THE MARINA WHERE THE FEW RICH NEVER CRIES!LIVING IN TWO WORLDS SIDE BY SIDE..A PEOPLE WHO EVERYDAY IS STRIPPED OF THEIR DIGNITY AND REPEATEDLY RAPED OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN BY ITS GOVERNMENT, A FEW ELITE WHO INDEED HAVE HARDLY ANY CARE FOR THE RIVERS THAT BLEED CRUDE OIL AND TAKES AWAY THE LIVELYHOOD OF A PEOPLE, FARMLANDS THAT ARE DRUNK WITH FOUNTAINS OF BLACK GOLD SHIPPED TO THOSE WHO NEED TO SUSTAIN LIFE AND IN RETURN PAY BACK WITH MARE EXISTENCE!THE CHILDREN WALK MILES TO FIND THE NEAREST SCHOOLS, SCHOOLS WHERE ONE MAY SEE THE HEAVENS THROUGH ITS ROOF WHILE LEARNING TO BREAK FREE FROM THE CRUSHING HANDS OF POVERTY...!SHE WEEPS AS SHE IS RAPED, WHEN HER KIDS ARE AWAKENED BY HER SCREAMS AND DARE TO SPEAK OUT, THEY ARE FETTERED OR MUDERED. PROGRESS AND SUCESS AND HOPE COUGHT THE LAST BUS OUT OF TOWN...FOR THE INJUSTICE OF A PEOPLE DONE TO THEIR OWN BLOOD BY THEIR OWN ROOTS...HMMMMMM YET SHE LIE AWAKE STILL BREATHING GIVING BIRTH TO SECTIONAL UPRISINGS IN DIFFERENT CORNERS OF THE HOUSE, PEOPLE MUDER OTHERS FOR MARE CHANGE, KIDS RUN ALONG ON THE FREEWAYS..ALONGSIDE TRUCKS AND VEHICLES WITH 30 CENTS WORTH OF BREAD TO EKE OUT DAILY SURVIVAL. YET SHE SLEEPS WITH AN EYE OPEN IN FEAR OF THE NEXT ROUND OF ABUSE OR EVENTUAL DEATH...SHE HAD SCREAMED ENOUGH FOR THE WORLD TO PAY ATTENTION, YET THOSE WHO ARE DRESSED IN ALLURING CLOTHING AND SITS BEHIND OAK AND CIDAR TABLES FAR AWAY IN THE WEST ARE TOO FAR TO HEAR THE ECHOES OF HER LAMENTATION, EVEN WHEN THEY KNOW THE MESSAGES, THEY PAY NO HEED COS THE POWER FOR THAT CHANGE WE TALK ABOUT ARE SOURCED FROM HER LOINS...THE ENERGY THAT SUSTAINS HER ADDICTION ARE SOURCED FROM EACH EPISODE OF HER RAPE!EVEN WITH ALL THAT SURROUND ME, I DARE NOT FORGET MY ROOTS FOR THERE WAS NO BETTER PLACE I COULD HAVE BEEN BORN THAN WITHING HER HOUSE...NIGERIA,THE MOST DIVERSE OF PEOPLE,THE MOST EDUCATED BLACK NATION ON EARTH, THE MOST RESOURCEFUL PEOPLE AFRICA COULD EVER BOAST OF,SURELY THE RICHEST...YET A PEOPLE LIVING WITH THE PAINS OF CONTIUOUS RAPE! DARE TO FORGET!...
BOLTED TO MY IMAGINATION ARE THE SEA OF MEMORIES AND THE INNUMERABLE TIMES I RECOUNT THEM, TIMES WHEN I WOKE UP BEFORE DARKNESS WALKS AWAY FROM LIGHT... TOOK A BATH WITH LESS THAN A LITTER OF WELL WATER, HALF RUNNING AND HALF DRESSING UP...DONW THE STREETS I WALK BRISKLY! ECHO NAVIGATING MY WAY THROUGH THE DARKNESS,HALF AFRAID I MIGHT DASH MY FEET AGAINST A STONE OR A BROKEN BOTTLE USED TO LANDFILL THE ROADS...i WAS USED TO THE PUTRIDE SMELL OF THE LAGOS GUTTERS. APPROACHING THE BUS STOP WAS THUNDEROUS BLARRINGS OF THE HORN AND PEOPLE SCREAMING THE DESTINATIONS...I WOULD HAVE TO CHASE MY LINOUSINE ONE MILE DOWN THE STREET BEFORE I COULD FIND INCHES OF SPACE TO LOG ONE LEG IN AND HANG WITH ONE HAND, HALF IN AND HALF OUT...SITTING ON THE FENCE BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH COS IF MY HAND GOT TIRED AND I LET GO, THE ASHPHALT WOULD GLADLY EMBRACE ME! AMIDST THE CHAOS CAME LAMENTATIONS OF A KINGDOM TO COME AND A SAVIOUR WHO DIED FOR WHAT WE 'DO SUFFER...AS PROCLAIMED BY THE PREACHER WITHIN. I HAVE HEARD THOSE LINES SO MUCH SO IT WALKS THROUGH AN EAR AND LEAVES THROUGH THE OTHER, I WAS ALMOST ALWAYS CONTEMPLATING IF GOD KNEW WE EXISTED ON HIS EARTH.THE MANY LIVE IN SLUMS AND WAKE UP EARLY ENOUGH TO RELIEVE OTHERS ACCROSS THE MARINA WHERE THE FEW RICH NEVER CRIES!LIVING IN TWO WORLDS SIDE BY SIDE..A PEOPLE WHO EVERYDAY IS STRIPPED OF THEIR DIGNITY AND REPEATEDLY RAPED OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN BY ITS GOVERNMENT, A FEW ELITE WHO INDEED HAVE HARDLY ANY CARE FOR THE RIVERS THAT BLEED CRUDE OIL AND TAKES AWAY THE LIVELYHOOD OF A PEOPLE, FARMLANDS THAT ARE DRUNK WITH FOUNTAINS OF BLACK GOLD SHIPPED TO THOSE WHO NEED TO SUSTAIN LIFE AND IN RETURN PAY BACK WITH MARE EXISTENCE!THE CHILDREN WALK MILES TO FIND THE NEAREST SCHOOLS, SCHOOLS WHERE ONE MAY SEE THE HEAVENS THROUGH ITS ROOF WHILE LEARNING TO BREAK FREE FROM THE CRUSHING HANDS OF POVERTY...!SHE WEEPS AS SHE IS RAPED, WHEN HER KIDS ARE AWAKENED BY HER SCREAMS AND DARE TO SPEAK OUT, THEY ARE FETTERED OR MUDERED. PROGRESS AND SUCESS AND HOPE COUGHT THE LAST BUS OUT OF TOWN...FOR THE INJUSTICE OF A PEOPLE DONE TO THEIR OWN BLOOD BY THEIR OWN ROOTS...HMMMMMM YET SHE LIE AWAKE STILL BREATHING GIVING BIRTH TO SECTIONAL UPRISINGS IN DIFFERENT CORNERS OF THE HOUSE, PEOPLE MUDER OTHERS FOR MARE CHANGE, KIDS RUN ALONG ON THE FREEWAYS..ALONGSIDE TRUCKS AND VEHICLES WITH 30 CENTS WORTH OF BREAD TO EKE OUT DAILY SURVIVAL. YET SHE SLEEPS WITH AN EYE OPEN IN FEAR OF THE NEXT ROUND OF ABUSE OR EVENTUAL DEATH...SHE HAD SCREAMED ENOUGH FOR THE WORLD TO PAY ATTENTION, YET THOSE WHO ARE DRESSED IN ALLURING CLOTHING AND SITS BEHIND OAK AND CIDAR TABLES FAR AWAY IN THE WEST ARE TOO FAR TO HEAR THE ECHOES OF HER LAMENTATION, EVEN WHEN THEY KNOW THE MESSAGES, THEY PAY NO HEED COS THE POWER FOR THAT CHANGE WE TALK ABOUT ARE SOURCED FROM HER LOINS...THE ENERGY THAT SUSTAINS HER ADDICTION ARE SOURCED FROM EACH EPISODE OF HER RAPE!EVEN WITH ALL THAT SURROUND ME, I DARE NOT FORGET MY ROOTS FOR THERE WAS NO BETTER PLACE I COULD HAVE BEEN BORN THAN WITHING HER HOUSE...NIGERIA,THE MOST DIVERSE OF PEOPLE,THE MOST EDUCATED BLACK NATION ON EARTH, THE MOST RESOURCEFUL PEOPLE AFRICA COULD EVER BOAST OF,SURELY THE RICHEST...YET A PEOPLE LIVING WITH THE PAINS OF CONTIUOUS RAPE! DARE TO FORGET!...
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