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WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM? Hey! What do you think I am? A servant or a boss? A richer or a beggar? A saint or a sinner? Godly or worldly? What do you think I am? Where do you think I belong? Wait a bit… You don’t need to give yourself headache Differences is what we create for everything include ourselves How you define it, Or how it appears to you, Is the meaning and definition you’ll give to it Just like what I am to you. You need to know that; Not until I wear loin cloth will you know I’m okay Not until I dress tattered will you know something is wrong somewhere. It’s not when    I put on black attire will you know am mourning No! It is not until I open and shine my teeth will you know am happy Open it could even be devilish. No! Not until I beg on the street will you know I need some things. No! You got it wrong. -You think everything will remain static or stagnant? Of course, change will come to it, as ...

On Sunday morning, The new month's beginning, It was raining, Does that signify a new beginning? Or was the sky crying? Signifying the mourning? The mourning that our country, Is no longer flowing, With milk and honey, But has become bloody, And in all honesty, We are the source of our worry. The tribulations of a black June, That spelled a lot of doom, No one knew tragedy loom, Before it boomed, It changed the Nation's mood, As in awe we stood. The crisis in Plateau, Where we have a dead pool, The failure of the Eagles, And the Tanker fire in Lagos too, Are just few among the evils, That came with the gone June. Some were looking for food, Some coming from school, Some working with their tools, When they met their waterloo, The crisis left many without roof, And till now many do not know what to do. However let us be prayerful, And be hopeful, That as we ended June, May all our Nation's trouble, Also end very soon, And our Nation...

SEASONS OF TERRROR            --KOLADE OLAJIRE OLUWATIMILEHIN  When war becomes an alternative to peaceful resolution of conflict, perpetual violence is inevitable. When the spirit of unison depart from the subconscious make up of man, humanity and tranquility becomes a mirage. Nigeria is in a parlous condition,because a colossal number of the Citizens domiciled in it have lost there sense of nationhood. Without peace no meaningful social programme can be undertaken, without justice social order is constantly threatened. Clannishness,as beclouded our sense of nationhood. The consciousness of  tribal affiliation as submerged the development of the nation. A Yoruba man will be dissuaded from marrying an Igbo lady because of the tribal difference, endogamy is what is given a pride of place in the Nigerian state. Exogamy is being looked at with disdain. The of spirit, of Yoruba ness, Igboness, hausaness and fulaniness as disp...

Wild thoughts Gently, did I sit, When thoughts to my head flow. I think not of fame Nor did I of money. Man must bite, What and while he can chew. Hay, man must make While the sun shines. For if he does otherwise, He shall not get his desire. Tis the truth And no fallacy. Into deep cognition, Let us all fall. Sourdine, have our predecessors been. Voice out, we shall. To enlighten others, we shall talk To preach this gospel, I write. Tis the truth, And the world shall see. KingBrush® ©2017

THE SKINNY THE CHUBBY AND THE BEAUTY Hello readers, here is another poem for you. It is about three girls, who find it hard to wait for their lovers even in their tender age there were crazy about his arrival. In the poem, they show and pour their feelings out and few experiences they’ve had while waiting. The poem is into three sections: The skinny, the chubby and The Beauty. Please try to read and share it with friends too. THE SKINNY I’m a skinny girl with flat cheeks I am shitty, what people call me I’m a girl with small eye balls; Tiny eye brow, short lips No one has ever taken a move to appreciate my nature Nobody has ever given me a mighty gaze Smirk! Groggy! Irritating! Is the image everybody sees while previewing me. I have tiny long leg like a pole I posses a skinny tummy like a kwashiorkor I’m struck in a puzzle of thought Who will take me? This question has been unsolved since my puberty stage. Who is ready to take me? An ...

google The Confused Man The light at the end of the tunnel is dim. With lies, we are fed to the brim. Future is no way bright For we have love our sight. Man is a confused entity. We crave peace so we go to war. This births only enmity. And we fall into the whole we bore. We kill to get wealth. Wealth to build cages, With a house for a name. But we do not build homes. Man is a confused entity. We have lost our identity. We have forgotten our source And shall soon dry up. With love we were made, Or should this sentence be properly made From love, were we made. But hate did we make. KingBrush® ©2018

Must Get The Beard.  You know, it's funny how of all things to ask God, the only thing I asked God as a kid was Beards. I just love them. As a kid and the last child of the family, I played with my father's beard a lot. It has this coarse feeling when he just had his bath and a silk feeling when he creamed it. I was so in love with it. Growing up, I couldn't wait to have one. Older boys in my area boasted of theirs from age 16 upward. When I was 10, I thought I had just 6 more years. But the funny part was my eldest brother was old enough to father me and I could just see just 18-20 strands of hair on his chin. My immediate elder brother seems to be very hairy and he was already in the beard gang by 14. This life itself is messed up. The super hairy brother of mine loathes his facial hair while my eldest brother wanted it as bad I I did. I gave up my search for beards when I have used almost every possible hairbooster; ready-made and hand-made, if you know what I ...

Credit: Wiki Letter to the Beyond A young boy once wrote a letter, addressed to the great beyond and no one in particular. I cannot recollect word for word, the content of this bizarre write up but I can give a detailed account. "Hello to you. I would have loved to greet you with a particular time but I do not know if time exists. If all is void and without shape, I do not have knowledge of. If you are all in the spiritual or astral dimension, I'm sure you'll get this. I do not know who the postman is or who might receive this letter or whether you would get it or not. But I write in faith and good hope that you get my message. To those in the Beyond whether great or reverse. To those who are beyond the cruel and gruesome hold of pain and sorrow. Who have either tasted it or not, I say, you have met with good luck. To those filled with regret and dismay, either that you've done less good or more evil. To those who wish to do more, well the time has slipped ...

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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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