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Through the Lens of Resilience Accidents are termed miracles when they end well. My miracle occurred during a storm so severe it made roads impassable, creating a long traffic jam in many parts of town, including where I lived with my aged mother in a house desperately needing a paintbrush. This house, sheltered thirty families, all varying in their degree of disrepair. My mother, with her leathery skin and eyes that could pierce, seeing through souls without judgment. The flash flood’s fury was somewhat mitigated by a marsh near our home, beyond which lay a forest, the town's unofficial dumpsite of both human and material refuse. I knew the rains were coming; I saw the clouds outside the mosque after my prayer, but I had planned the photo shoot and the YouTube video I watched earlier spurred me on. I kept hearing his voice "If you are 25, you have 25 reasons to fight on".   Donning a scarf, I grabbed my camera and ventured out, drawn by the toads’ croaks, as I had

A LETTER TO MY CRUSH ..By Ola Vincent Omotade So i started the letter with few Yoruba poetic lines Omo tuntun kan tide adugbo... Elumide loruko re , omo baba ELU ni o! Adumaradan, omo eleje tutu. Ara mi aya ti mo ba ri ni kuutu. After reading this Yoruba serenade, she took the letter to read with great admiration, she read out the name on the letter  "Ola Vincent Omotade.." She hisses "mtchewwwwww" Joke the cool headed, smiles as this words bounced off her vocal chords "who wrote you a letter? she said Oh, the letter is from this guy who calls himself Ola Vincent jare.. Joke answered, that poet ko, the one crushing on you, lets see what he wrote there now, a romantic poem i guess.. I don't know for him. Joke hijacked the letter from her  and read to the room of six. Dear Elumide, "Be a Good girl and face your studies, keep a straight face, don't talk to boys, talk to girls only..you could talk to Vincent anyways.. You

All I could see was the Beam of rays shining Clearly in your eyes, Despite the darkness in Every part of my heart; For your love Grows every nanosecond in my life, High degree of affection Is all I feel for you. Just in case distance keeps us apart Know that our hearts are always together. Life is full of adventures, only if you could Make it interesting. Never will I forsake the love we share Or will I ever make your heart beat in tears. I'm so Proud to have you in my world. Quietly, Regardless of the period, my heart still cries So much to have you. There is no special feeling than the Union of two hearts that Vow to breathe as one. When your heart feel so empty.... Xoxo...... You should know, I am there with full Zeal to boost it. ©Poetry with the 26 Alphabets

FATHER'S INTELLIGENCE . .Poetry with power and exquisite accuracy Kokokoko (a knock on the door of my room) Who is there? It is I your father (Oya sile kun) open the door So I came out of the room with my blue check boxers and a round neck shirt , Daddy what is it? Then he replied Vincent,  i bought 1000naira Mtn data today.. And I logged on to facebook after many years,  I went through your Facebook timelines too. Vincent!  Vincent!!  Vincent!!! How many times did I call you?  I answered three times sir. How many ears do you have?  One sir I replied.. What you use it for? to hear word sir.. Okay Vincent,  You see  all this ladies you're busy writing poems for,  you will not marry any of them,   you will only marry the one  I choose for you to marry..  I grumbled and muttered NO sir..  sir I have my choice, don't you see how beautiful "mide"  is?  Daddy it's mide I want ooo..  then he said do you even know the person I want you to marry? 

A SERENADE  TO Jto Otedola I cannot afford to fling a laugh.. As I look grotesque at your sweet smile, which is nothing but the colour of radiant petals, Your eyebrow, a map to cities sleeping in silence, The white of your eyes like pure crystals The glittering of your teeth,  describes whitened keys of a customized grand piano-. The plain of your flawless Oyo skin and smiles leaves me to say that  you're relentlessly gorgeous,  your name could be used as the best substitute for beauty in a canon dictionary.. I know you're  pretty and widely admired just like  embellished Italian artworks,it gets into my head that you've turned me into a songwriter because of my unexplainable.. Your whiteness lightens the universe and he who beholds you, feels like  he has the world beyond his feet. I will sing softly of your lustre, ministering to your soul with my gentle acoustic strings cos you're very pretty, and your laughter is the music of many waters, the melody o

CHILDHOOD MEMORIES By Ola Vincent Omotade  When I was 13 years old, there was a girl in my neighborhood who I was quite certain at the time that I could give my life to. We met again today after ten years and all we said were memories. When I was a child, in the village, there was a plumpy peer that I loved to ashes. And for a reason I didn't know, she was always on the sprawl steering at me . I loved her like fire loved petrol. I would run back home filled with fantacized emotions if I saw her on the road. If I heard she passed here, I'd choose to stay there till she returns. BOOOOM... I got a 2A exercise,  I exercised my my capacity for writing romantic poetry  which had been greatly manifesfed right from my childhood days.. " I love you Sarah I wrote ,  I want you to be my wife. I see life rotating around you and myself as you husband " Unknown  to me, she was also in love, she got a piece of paper and wrote yes in more than 30times.. So after three da