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Before I said you were beautiful... I had talked to your fears and interviewed your peers. I had perceived your perfume over the phone twice. And watched your eyes dance shoki  when you had diarrhoea. unlike Adam, I didn't just wake and gave you a name. I didn't just look at where the sea stopped and called it land, I listened to silence and waited till it talked back. Before I said you were beautiful. I had many questions  fill out long questionnaires. And listened without judging, when they asked why I was asking. So now I know your three types of smiles, especially that one just before your wiles. Before I said you were beautiful, I had taken in the air you breathed out, and quizzed it for several minutes. Then I had the data processed for weeks. Unlike the sun, my day did not start when I woke. Before I said you were beautiful. There were too many things I did not know, And how I wanted a speciality. So I paused living with the plan to understand

By Ola Vincent Omotade @35th wedding anniversary  When our worlds collided, it was just a matter of time. Prettification outshines our feelings Our story began today,  many years ago The harmony in the symphony, An entity  to my pathetic colony. We've been through thick and thin, In malignant dispositions we both spinned. Though it's been a tale, A tale of gloom and bloom, de dicto of rusts and roses Flooey in your flowery gloominess. My treasure! The only sweetness that gives me pleasure Your heart is my home, and my home is your rest. We  both changed our bleak stories, All to a glittering sunshine over the night, We are vambrased in love lorries Throwing up our emotions to sights I love your now and then Will never stop here and there We've both plighted the life journey.. A journey to forever be on earth.. Thank you for saying YES!

PASS THE TRUTH TO THE NEXT GENERATION;TEACH THEM EARLY WHAT WE LEARN LATE I bet we all know the Amazon desert, it was once called the Amazon rainforest with millions of trees fresh, green and encumbered with all the beauty of nature. But now its turned to a desert. Over 50% of the trees of the world has been destroyed/used in the last 100 years, and you did u know what they use it for?...for this💵💴...paper currency, naira, dollars, euros... Recently the scientist says that the ozone layer is fast depreciating, so therefore we are experiencing global warming, but I call it global burning. You see carbon monoxide (Co) which are the smokes from our industries, cars, generators, bush burning; they all go straight to the sky, each looking for an atom of oxygen from the ozone layer to combine with so as to become carbon dioxide (Co2)...By this reason the ozone layer has been depreciating swiftly, now we have very little ozone to cover the radiance of the sun. Now the sun is gett

Ramadan kareem I wake with the Sun So bright like the whites This crescent moon must dawn on the soul A refreshing hope A ticket to Firdaus So come, dine with me its three course meal. Of Fogiveness, mercy And Emancipation Those heap of sins That broken heart those shattered souls That ceaseless pain, Dump on Ramadan Itll carry them to Him Trip to the land of sunken eyes, Yank off that tattered rag Feed the famishment inside Those orphaned puppies Await your alms. Feed a sould today and Be fed by Allah. Go, drown in that ocean, where forgiveness, will Bleach you off From a mighty sinner To a new born child. Go! get on that sickle strive to be picked and Thrown to the gardens Its race to heavens You must be that winner Be a groper for 30 nights bump to the night and kidnap it This mission you must not fail A night like no other The night of power. This bonanza is Time lapsing So fast and Pray Just keep the taqwa Avoid the chatties of

By Ola Vincent Omotade 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 piano The plain of your flawless OYO skin and smiles, leaves me to say that  you're relentlessly gorgeous. I know you're very pretty and widely admired just like an embellished Italian artworks,it gets into my head that you've turned me into a song-writer because of my unexplainables.. Your whiteness lightens the universe and having you makes me feel I have the world beyond my feet..you know what it means? it means I am threading, brooding over every darkness cos your teeth is causing light to shine from darkness.. I will sing softly of your lustre, ministering to your soul with my gentle acoustic strings cos you're very pretty, and y

By Kaytee kareem Everyone goes through grief or loss and sometimes theydobt understand their feelings and it's hard to move forward. There are stages involved in going through grief and understanding this stages will help to prevent depression which may lead to insecurity (feeling that you are less than what you truly are) or In extreme cases, suicidal thoughts. Stage one Shock or disbelief This is the point where you still cannot believe what has happened, mentally you feel it is just temporary, it is not real. It is common in cases involving the loss of a loved one or even breakup. It will be hard to come to terms to the fact that what happened is real, yes someone you loved is dead, yes your lover broke up with you, yes your lover cheated on you, yes you lost your job and don't know what to do.... Yes the beginning of your grief or loss is now,that doesn't mean you should spend days or even months pretending you're not sad, it is hard to break out of this

 – By Penlady I lived with Iya, my Grandma, until I was six. When I was five, I had a best friend called Sade. Sade and I did everything together. That day, I had gone to her house to play, we cooked rice and beans in little tomato tins with sand and pretended to eat it by feeding the sand to our jaws. We played police and thief and hide and seek. We played well into the evening before Sade’s mother called. While Sade went to answer her mother, I remembered that grandma and I were supposed to go to the farm. I had forgotten. “She must have left already,” I thought and shrugged as my stomach rumbled. I was hungry and thirsty. Sade came some minutes later to tell me her mother wanted her to come inside, I shrugged. I was on my way home anyway. “I want to drink water,” I said at about the same time her mother called, “Sade! Sade!” She ran inside while saying, “My mother will beat me.” “Why would her mother beat her for giving me water, didn’t she want to give me water?” The

…-By Lolu Elegbe I discovered something recently that I’m not quite sure I’ve recovered from. Anyone who knows me knows that I read a lot – books, articles and of course my Bible. Now, for as long as I can remember, I’d been praying for wisdom. James 1:5 say that “If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask God, who gives to all men liberally and upbraideth not, and it shall be given to him”. So I held God to that promise and it became – or has become a daily prayer for me. One day in Church, t he Pastor said, “When you pray for wisdom, God has already answered you. How? He’s given you 31 Chapters filled with Godly Wisdom in the Book of Proverbs. Most months have 31 days, so pick a Chapter a day.” I’d read different chapters of Proverbs before, but I’d never looked at it this way. So I did just that and picked a Proverbs chapter a day and repeated it every month. And as I studied with this renewed contextual understanding, I started to notice something pretty incredible. Chapters an

               Photo credit: Adio Fareedah My unlock code, Like the rose and its scent, whoever made you, made me. For like the hour and minute hands of a clock, I need you to make sense. And if I came to earth for a meeting, You are the only agenda. My unlock code, I have been with bees when bees have been with flowers. I have seen the nightingale during  rehearsals. And now I understand. Why I fall open before you, like a blackbox made of glass. And why my waking each morning, Is  to confirm that you are still mine. My unlock code, Whoever made the rainbow,  must have made its colours: Whoever made you, made me. For whenever our eyes meet, I'm returned to factory settings. © Ola Vincent

By Martin-Hassan Eze His entire being rose in protest. His body was at war with itself. The ears were willing and did their job well, but his legs were weak and revolting. Kpon! Kpon!! Kpon!!! the sound of the gong filtered into his ear unhindered.  Mmbadiwe wondered why the town crier should refuse him the privilege of an early morning sleep. He yawned, turned from one side of his mat to another, but realized he was not in full control of his body, after he splashed open his eye like the light of molue bus in the dark street of Ajegunle. Mmbadiwe’s legs were rebelling against the thankless job he did the previous day. He had trekked five kilometers to Masuga to buy a cup of garri at a cheaper rate at the village market. He had to save cost to afford a two hundred naira that he will split into four smaller denominations in order to escape the wrath of his new Parish Priest, Father Kudi, whose only sermon since he came to the Parish was, “God loves a cheerful giver.” He too

By Ola Vincent Omotade As I lay on my bed this morning, with sunlight streaming through the window, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtain and I saw the sky turn blue.. OH! its a new day I said. Just as I took a step to go get my pink hard smoker's brush and a Dabur-herbal toothpaste to spray on my brush, I heard someone crying in terribleness. I was weak in my spirit and all I did was to rest on my cushion, threw the brush on my carved mahogany bench and these were words that interfered with my heart. I realized coming to this earth, newly birth nothing in my hand I bring. simply naked to the earth I come, looking for dress in tearsa Oh for us We came hale and hearty, But yet tears trooped out from our eyes, the little helpless baby. Looking for ways to support living, we sow in tears but at times reap in joy, not always every time though. Going through the nooks and crannies of pains in craft works, handiworks and education (disciplined with tear

By Ola Vincent Omotade Let the valiant stand well, you righteous and goodhearted ones. Today may be full of hardship,struggles and troubles, Our tomorrow is bound to be fine and good. Sisters, brothers, Oh ye Young and Old Let us gird our loins, and harbour no doubt about what life will bring, The future is near and it will be sweet So beloved be of courage and be encouraged. Fix your sight on higher planes, your reward of glory is soon to be. Though no one sees your works now, no one sees your struggle, no on sees your labour, don't stop. shake off lethargy, shake it off and stand firm, firm and strong don't stop now, whatever the case maybe This is only the beginning. make a move, don't resign fate As the elders say: while there is life, there is hope..you will one day look to the past and thank God for the struggles you' have made..because the struggle you're in today is giving you the strength for tomorrow.

– By Ify Omeni A beautiful young lady comes into a Christian assembly. She has been hearing so much about the church and out of curiosity, her steps lead her there. She is awed by the ambience, the praise and worship are out of this world and the preacher’s message is on point. She is fascinated and decides to make the place her home church. Not too long after, she joins the ushers department. Her inviting smiles draw many to the church. Especially the males. Soon they begin to swarm around her like bees to honey. She is particularly drawn to one of them. He is the prototype dream partner painted on the canvas of every lady’s dream. Tall, dark, handsome, with a great job, flashy car, a smile that can charm the birds off the trees and raps that can make a lady go weak at the knees. Wow! She is blown away. She cannot believe her luck. God certainly ordered her steps to that place and now blessed her with this charming man. He takes her out on dates and keeps her laughing

– By Jade My dear daughter, Time and events have made it necessary for me to write this to you, to serve as a guide to life, to point you in the right direction whenever you miss your way, or you’re unsure of what to do. There is a time in your life when you’re meant to accumulate all the values and experiences you need. It is at the age of innocence when a character is not yet formed. At this time, you’re a teenager full of dreams, believing there are no limits to what you can achieve. You’re vulnerable at this stage, your greatest defences are the lessons you’ve been able to imbibe from those charged with your care. If you hold on to them they will spare you a great deal of pain. Otherwise, you may end up taking steps whose repercussions you may never overcome. Be chaste, don’t be in a haste to “pop that cherry” or “give that dog a bone”. There will be many temptations and there will also be plenty of time for that, but first, allow yourself the time to grow in body and

 – By Cynthia Night Crawler, When I first saw you, scowling at the selection of condoms at the aisle that day. Your eyes glaring as if it’s presence alone ruined your day, I remember looking at you, thinking, how could someone be so beautiful? You had on a pair of black joggers with a grey sweatshirt that looked like it’s seen better days and all I could think of was how the warm bulb over your head made your skin shine so bright. You didn’t see me and went about with your business, sending paralyzing glares at people in your way, you looked like an incubi… And I wanted you to corrupt me. I came by around that time every week just to watch you, sometimes you’d be in a good mood, but mostly you were always scowling and I found it immensely cute and heart-shattering. It took me two months to find the courage to say a very stuttered ‘hi’, you stared at me and it seemed like you were wishing that I disappear. I wanted to fall at your feet. The day I spoke to you, you had on

 – By Temi “Hey, you.” “Hello?” “It’s me, Gypsy. The years fly by quickly don’t they?” They certainly do. I was 17, home on holidays from college. Four had filled out, he was more somber … Brooding … Sexy … Manly. He was also my best friend so it was weird seeing him and feeling this way. He’d always been a person, never a guy. Nine months changed a lot. “Happy Valentine’s, Gyp” “Valentine’s is overrated, man?” “Aren’t we sour?” “You say sour. I say jaded.”. He laughed. “Still a smartie pants, ehn? Well, happy Valentine’s day for every one of the eleven I have missed.” Eleven years. I was excited but bothered. I feel the same way now. Looking back, I guess I felt a sense of loss. It would be a long time before we would see each other again. He, off to college in Europe. I, a Law undergraduate, close to home. I missed my best friend already. He seemed so different. There was a lot of catching up to do. We talked a lot, cuddled, laughed. I tried to memorize the crinkle of his l

 – By Mbagu O, Erinma! My love for you was so pure and still remains so pure, true and without any form of guile; but never was I the one in your heart. I never thought true love really existed, until the first time I set my eyes on you. My heart raced faster than time and my eyes fastened towards your vivacious personality. I discovered a friend when I talked to you, for you were such a flawless totem of an alluring paragon of beauty. Though I was dissuaded not to invest all my emotions on you, still, I rebuffed all persuasions. How was I supposed to considering that you never had feelings for me? Should I have quenched my burning affection, even when you were the only one I ever loved? I was and still remain in love with you, that I boasted of you before my friends and mother. On stormy days, the memories of your smile rejuvenated my weakness and motivated me to embrace life’s race with strength. With you by my side, I was able to overcome my fear of not giving my kids th