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MY CHILDHOOD DREAM       Growing up for me was really fun and exiting because I was a smart,short,intelligent and "talkative" little girl. I could remember then that if you are with me and you are not careful, I  can talk you to "death" because being a little girl then, my words were always very fast that if you aren't listening well you'll hear just 20% out of 100% of things I'm telling and you not giving me attention is not gonna make me stop because I just enjoy speaking. That's why I'm now a loquacious babe though. #smiles      Few months back, I attended a seminar on how to manage ones identity crisis hosted by Mrs Rodiya Aderinoye-Ajiboye on a Saturday at her lounge and she was the speaker. Mehhnnn! If you don't know this woman, I'll advice you to check her Instagram page@Rodiyahtan and fb:Rodiat Aderinoye. She also ownes the village lounge and The village learning and care place. She is a motivational speaker and if you wanna know...

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Why is life so hard?  

DAY 3 THIS IS YOU THAT IS LIFE This is you, What you want Who you want to be. Life is here hovering through the surface Bringing you its possessions, Which you may not find interesting. You won't want to be left with no choice You took the only option life given to you. This is you That is life. You might expecting less Life might brought you bounty, even overwhelmed It's never straight Expect the less always My dear. Life is not what you have the capacity to bend You are what life can bend even break in a jiffy. Always expect the less You are already in it No going back if you want to be progressed You just have to maintain the rhythm and dance to its tune. This is life That is you Enjoy every moments while you're still breathing Because, you're the life. ©Stefan OLANREWAJU BOLAJI

TODAY We have lost ourselves unjustly, To so-called new century We got civilized wrongly, Forsaken our natural being. We’ve lost in the 21 st Forgotten the 19’s How life better some them How life was lived then. No more difference between a spinster and a granny Lassie’s hill is now a slab surface Slack, loosened got packed; With undeniable rubbers’ rope. Tell the ‘ bach’ his umpire duty is not needed Tell him not to lost in lust Whisper the spoken to his two drums That sun is yet to ripe When it does He would enjoy the moment with rejoice To the very last. No difference between ‘ tin’ and ‘ tea’ Both are acting awkward Playing with clay and sand to build pyramid ‘Tin’ lost in ‘tea’ , ‘tea’ lost in ‘tin’ Sane left Tea’s cottage, And took away its belongings unknowingly. We’ve lost in all Uncouth had buried our sensitivity with undoubted We embraced the uncouth and ignore our real self Tell them, we would...

Ajoke Ade,   You are much cherished more than how you cherish your name You are much cared for more than how you care for your name You are loved. You are but African Endowed with many precious stones You are the gem, rare kind. Your beauty attract more than noon sun does Glittering of your eyes, north sun is no match of it Beauty is but you. Mon amour, I love the love Love has for you Stay safe and be loved. ©Stefan OLANREWAJU BOLAJI

Black and White That black is darkness And black is evil Is what we have fed Our generations with. But what if, What if darkness was white. What if it was just a lie. What if God called black, To put and end to the tyrannical rule of white Because it was boring What if God brought black, To give essence to white. What if. What if white is black. KingBrush® ©2018

DAY 2                 WHAT I WAS TOLD | MYSELF -I was one day or several times been called a leader by an old man. I didn’t know what it means even after the man ‘rested’ , am still finding the meaning till now. -I was been called a philosopher, but the meaning is unknown to me. Maybe because of the pleasure I derived in knowledge in the past years or the flair I have for spy or how I used to tender myself in the good days was the reason, am still finding the reason. -I was once called a saint. Maybe because of my dressing or something else, I didn’t know. But what I know is that there is no pure being except God, who is without dirt. -I’ve been called ugly and pleasant names countless times. Now, I’m still finding the meaning behind those names. -But, why do I still have the memories when there is recycle bin? Well, here is the little thing I was told that I can never forget. Dear readers,   Don’t mind t...