"GOLDEN GENERATION" WITH JOHN

A beautiful evening it was The moon all out in its splendor Smiling on us with full vigor As we gallivant and talk away in the boat Enjoying the caress of the gentle breeze As we make our way to the other side Out of the sudden came the unexpected The calm tide of the see turns the opposite Calmness turned violent-unlimited Our boat was at its mercy Rocking and swinging side to side The melodious tune eluding us Beads of sweat turns to streams of fear Broad grin turns chagrin with pounding hearts The end is in view, we thought As we pass through death’s shadow Words of faith elude us As the “reality” of life dawn on us Carest thou not that we perish We unanimously bawled out Unto our master napping in the face of the storm Why sleepeth he at such a crucial time? Was he unaware or simply clueless? Of the fact that death was at the door knocking His reply made no sense Why talk of faith in the face of death? He was our last resort anyway As we ...

17/06/2014,  2:45PM Woke up yesterday with the normal feeling and excitement of a brand new day and the anticipation of its offerings. The major task of the day being a trip to Bowen University Iwo, Osun state Nigeria, West Africa (the adjectives are indeed needed) with just a singular and simple mission **to deliver an essential document to my sister**I knew it was going to be a long day but I never knew it was going to be longer than the “long” preconceived by my heart earlier. On getting to the town I got wind of the fact that the campaign train of one of the state’s gubernatorial candidate is stopping at the town, not bulging still, I flagged down a number of bikes but noticed they were all rejecting my advances until one reluctantly agreed (but with exorbitant charge) citing traffic congestion because of the campaign. The journey was smooth until we got to a junction where we met a group of thugs shouting to hell with the opposition party bla bla bla, it wasn’t actually the ...

The second part of this piece was written by a good friend Adewoyin Yinka(señor joe), infact the gentleman inspired the whole write-up. You can visit his blog here . Adio, remember the child of who you are Adio, remember the house from whence you come Adio,Godliness with contentment is great gain Adio,don't be satisfied with the norm,strive to be up there Adio, life isn't a bed of rose Adio, life would treat you the way you handle it Adio!Adio!!Adio!!! Adio, make us proud!!! These were the words from Adio's penniless pocketed but passionate parents. The path was his to choose The road was his to thread But the destination????? The route taken by Adio is summarized below: For years we’ve been as one As five and six through thick and thin My real brother from a different mother Right until he sought another A quest to be influential and powerful Everyone wants this he argued Doesn’t matter how you get it The end justifies the means True he got all he...

Once there was war(based on territory) between light and darkness, the battle was so fierce that on the long run a truce had to be called.Twas agreed that both should live adjacent each other and  without interfering in each other’s business. The occupants of the warring parties are to live enclosed in their territory and no trespassing. Being on the light side, we did everything together; we lived in peace and helped one another. We had many things in common, we could see because there was light , but same cannot be said for those on darkey avenue, there was always commotion and terror, happenings there was exactly the opposite of ours. Out of curiosity one day, I went to our boundary and shouted out hoping someone would hear, why is there always commotion amidst you people? Can’t you just rest? Then a voice shouted back ,why won’t there be? He asked rhetorically, you people had light , we don’t have any, we dress , talk, eat and do things how we like, si...

Twas a typical day, with everyone going about their normal duty, folks chatting each other up, business transactions here and there and others minding their own business, all were basking in the euphoria of a brand new day. It was all normal and typical until suddenly went down the sun, change in weather and series of atmospheric metamorphosis till it became so dark, the darkness also started metamorphosing from faint darkness—thick darkness—gross darkness. The strange thing was that we‘re still in the morn, the stranger thing was that twas so dark while the strangest thing was how real and thick the darkness was!!!Nothing was visible (guess the eye can tell us more on why it suddenly relinquished its duties).Everything was audible, thanks to the sudden silence which was frantically trying to equate itself with the darkness’ intensity……that you can even a hear a feather drop. Heaven help those who help themselves, I think to myself as I stumble and ...

I gazed at the summit And saw something brilliantly shining and dazzling That must be golden opportunity, I thought to myself So I decided I am gonna get it No matter what it cost Some miles into my journey I saw a faint light beckon to me This must be “wooden” opportunity, I thought I have my own target, I say As I left it squirming and continue my race This golden opportunity I must not miss Its adoring splendor leaves one to marvel As I pass another “inferior” opportunity This must be “bronze” I said to myself But my aim is the golden one Some miles from this glorious summit Another opportunity beckoned on me But I was too engross to notice it I am nearer to my goal I thought Golden! Golden!! Golden!!! All the way My shock knew no bounds When all there is,  was just a light And golden opportunity was just mirage After all my toils and labor And the shunning of other “inferior” opportunities The custodian of...

To all who felt life cheated them and were given an outside chance of survival by the rest,who thought that twasn't worth it afterall and couldn't think of any way out than to...........throw in. His parent failed to vaccinate him He is now sixteen years old Humptying dumtying with crutches No thanks to polio myelitis Her parent separated when she was five Due to “irreconcilable difference” She ended up in a foster home Deeply resenting and hating her world Her face was slightly distorted Due to a fall she had when she was young Leaving scars and indelible mark around it Thinking she was the ugliest being on earth Killing her feminine pride in the process He wondered why God brought him into that family Wretched and misfortuned family, he thought Why would God put him in such family Of all the families on earth They all met at a junction called SUICIDE Each all wanting to end their miserable lives But as providence would have it They decided to see who was ...