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Ojo Aderemi [Saturday 30th of June, 2018] Nigeria lost to Argentina and being one of the pro-Nigerian nationalists who doesn't care about the loss of the other nation on the field of play, I was grossly disappointed at the last minute goal. It pained me and I told one of the persons I met on Oduduwa road (University of Ibadan) that I haven't been more pained by any single incidence than that in the last one year. But you know that sledgehammer that hits you from an uncharted corner? That's was how the news of my father's demise hit me. Born after the Second World War in 1948(?), November 14, he told us he had at first attempted to joined the Nigerian Army. The NCO who was instructing him on the recruitment ground was rude and illiterate. Being a brilliant science student from the prestigious Fatima College, Gbongan -where he excelled in Geography-he was too proud to take the character of the NCO man who whipped him and other army enthusiastic youths like animals

Whenever the weekend winks, excitement never dares to blink. A wild party is the paid price... now, nobody wishes to be wise. Friday remains a sensuous usher... Saturday, a sinful brother. The unruly running of a rave; sanity sent to her early grave. Wild wishes that can't be wrong. Ecstasy will always stand strong. Sin with a candid creativity... hypocrites should die with pity. Booze blended with beautiful beats... desperate dirt without defeat. Life can't always be hard... the flexibility of gambling cards. Heaven on a trip to earth... delight dazzles our heart. Weekends as quality leisure. The tender pat of pleasure. Lanre badmus June 2018 Photographer : Leke Adesuyi

The last glow of a candle; no darkness can handle. You silently shine forth; light of an inestimable worth. The last gasp of breath... surely you're superior to death. The giver of eternal life; the church remains your wife. Our hope of glory. We have no reason to worry. Author and finisher of our faith... with paradise, we'll soon be on a date. We call you the Lord of lords... a word pregnant with words. Owner of a garment of light. Your reign is forever right. Supreme definition of holiness. Your name is forever blessed. Vastness beyond every sea... I kneel in awe of thee. For as long as I breathe, I'll tarry at your feet. You're an amazing grace... purity in a high place! Lanre badmus June 2018 Photographer: Leke Adesuyi

Awa l'agbejoro fun igboro. Ti ko ba si temi, ijoba ma s'ojoro. Lowo yii, emi gaan tiwa gboro. Tan ba fe yan waje, Ilu yi koni toro. Bi ijoba fun mi, emi koni gba owo. Lowo yi, mo ti di ada oloro. Leke-leke ni mi, mi o le wo aso aro. Emi o so otito, onpe koju yin to faro! Omo ogun ni mi, kilo kan mi pelu 'shayo'. Oju eje mo wa, emi kole fa 'claro.' Lori otito, mo le so oke di odo. Ilu yi ajoro ti ko ba si ododo. Mo ti mu iberu kuro, ododo ni mo ba duro. Owo mi mo bi ti poro, funfun ni ko s'ororo! Mi o kin se ologogoro... lowo ijoba emi koni tirogo! Ni ti otito, emi ko jisoro... baba mi, ododo lo se koko. Lanre badmus June 2018

A season of sweet smiles. Laughter in simple styles. Celebration with wishful wings. The super eagles soulfully sings. Football has favoured our flag. Our enemies in mourning rags. The Nigerian anthem with a roar. The streets skillfully soar. A real resurrection of revelry... many men making melodious merry. The world drowned in a wild echo. Our hearts seem to be dancing disco. A football game gone up in flames. That's the reason we love this game. There is fire in our sound spirits... let it burn, the nation insists. Go tell it on the mountains. This success will leave permanent stains. A moment that sparkles like stars. This win will leave beautiful scars. Lanre badmus June 2018

A smooth and silky skin... another season to sniff a sin. Immoral images immersed in my brain. From this raw reality, I won't refrain. Profane pictures parade the conscious. A body that seems so sumptuous. Beauty beyond the borders of earth; your presence has melted my heart. I have fallen for a feminine flesh... covetousness candidly fresh. I'm a prey to a pellucid perfection; an encounter which encourages an erection A temptation trails my mind... every caution has been left behind. My consciousness, clearly crumbled. By a goddess, I have been humbled. I journey in a cart of compromise. A night-stand will surely suffice. Satisfaction serenades my system... my smile is a permanent emblem. Lanre badmus June 2018

SILVER BIRTHDAY NOTE A precinct morning of golden flowery stigma Knowingly bring forth a hibiscus foretold Eventful was the birth of a sage in embryo Even on the rolling hills of many nations Millions rejoiced as the songster is born! Like a western winds everywhere she goes All felt the sweetness of her soul Sweet as in the rhythms she propounds Infectiously deep the lines that she rhymes. She turns us around with her gentleness, A whirlwind of lovely words and feminine voice.  With your flint hands of friendship, It ignites our spirit to an heavenly place.. So as you celebrate your birthday, I want to let you know that angels have halos But humanity is blessed to have YOU.. You came and filled our emptiness, with gross sweetness. You turned a family  to you your friends and with you they no longer miss their homes. Christianah! COntinue to manifest CHRIST.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLADAPO CHRISTIANAH .

Tempted and hunted, my soul dejected Confusion eating up my heart I feel so restless Sometimes ago In front of the altar I promised God never again Now am being Tempted to moderately do it again. "The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom" that's what my mama says But the inner preacher keeps telling me "just once won't make it an addiction" After all he is a merciful God, and he doesn't want the death of a sinner Now I seem to be between the power of choice. Remembering a day before, that's how he preached to me till I fell into that temptation. Sometimes last week, I promised it will be the last time,  but now I seem to be considering doing it again for the last time. Wait! When will the last time ever be the last? I've been constantly doing this for the last time over and over again, but the last time seems to be unending. Just once won't make it an addiction seems to an everyday theme, now I can barely resist unl

Sexual immorality is on the increase all over the world. Adultery is fast becoming the norm and men of God are also joining the club. Married women are not left out, many are having secret lovers and emotional affairs are becoming the order of the day. The rate at which immorality is increasing is alarming! It is spreading fast into every nook and cranny and children are also being initiated into the club. It's no news that 4, 5 years old kids now have sex with each other. Staying sexually pure these days is becoming a Herculean task. One of the reasons people fall flat into illicit sex is over confidence. The stupid belief that you can be free around the opposite sex and nothing would happen! A lot will happen! One of the ways you can stay sexually pure whether married or single these end time is to set strict boundaries. If you are too careless around the opposite sex, you will fall flat on your face! That is the truth. The ealier you believe this and work on it, the be

FAMILY PORNOGRAPHY DESTROYS KIDS "MY MUM DRESSES UP BEFORE ME"! I counselled a young guy who was addicted to masturbation. He told me he can't do without masturbation. One thing that struck me in his confession was when he said: ''My mum caused all this for me''. Curiosity got hold of me and I asked him, how? He said: "I started masturbation when I was 4 years old; my mum has always been dressing up naked before me, I am used to seeing her nakedness. I am not moved to have sex with her, but I always long to see mature ladies naked just the way I always see my mum dressing up naked before me." "I still remember seeing her nakedness regularly till I was 8 years; and my dad do shout at her: 'Send this boy out before you dress,' but my mum would always reply by saying: 'Will my son sleep with me? Stop planting evil thoughts in his heart.' "Anytime I see my mum's naked body, I long to see ladies'

By Ola Vincent Omotade 9th- 02- 2018 will be a day i will forever remember, it was a day the heaven kissed the earth and birth forth never- forgotten experiences. Good or bad, it as created Its scars, it will still be the part of us, part of our lives,  parts of prophecies that creased before the earth- existence.  It will remain in us forever, anywhere we go,  everywhere we walk, and every time we laugh.  When we think about this day or memories attached to it , we are very happy and we want to smile because we want to thank God for Life and sometimes we are sad and we want to cry because we feel we've lost all.   But in my opinion, everyone has a special memory that they will never forget. It may be good or bad. Mine is both Good and BAD(..Laughs) ..i know you're surprise, read emotional lines of my poetry below:  ..SHIKA'S EXPERIENCE My plumpy admirable handsomeness became an object of pity, the agile self I used to know became so helpless. That my f

I needed someone who understands my love language and deen at the right time you surfaced. My ideal woman you are, a jewel, Aisha. Your unarming smiles of coy Your eyes bright like candles' glow Sparkling natural beauty coupled With your eloquent softness. Let me caress your chicks with roses colour your tender lips with angelic breaths Maybe, I can arouse your sacred sensuality and feast upon our long lasting desires. Life has brought us to this juncture Where feelings, romantic thoughts teleport us both to garden of Eden only there in; our love synthesizes. Aisha come walk with me, hand in hand flaunt your perfect shape, all just for me. Let's decorate these moments on our bodies Not even rains may wash them away. Counting freckles on your body amounts to seeing the gracious smiles on your face And more often it retires you to forget the world in my arms. How lovely of a baby! In all Earth's seasons and glorious splendour; We shall etch

Let us make memories that we can prize forever ololufe. Let us make them in our mind of spontaneous and planned experience of ourselves. Let our eloquent softness engulf the eternal flames of our souls. Let us make our love full moon as we have tamed our hearts for far too long. Let us chase the world under the stars and melt like snows in each other's arms.  Adekunle Baq're Abdulhakeem  ©May, 2018

Everyday in my country tussle for power is a devotion, old men driven by greed mono- polizes leadership post. Alas! bring forth nothing but mantle of hardship. Everyday we hear news of how home turns to graveyard overnight. Yet, we care less about what a mother feels; losing all her family members in a night. Everyday our youth's coarse manners are subject of questioning, children who has forsaken God for quick riches, dashing towards the lane of peril. Everyday in my city, shameless men physically assault wives, frustrated being on rampage. Stressed street with strict rules. Bedraggled land of moribund hope. It is crystal clear our guidance angel is lying dormant. I'd rather become a vagabond in another man's land than rot in this land that reeks of blood and grenades. I cannot see to the eyes of the pictures anymore. Let me leave to where I can sleep with my two eyes closed. To where the path seems right and blissful. Adekunle Baq

Stories of the night when our love shoot its sporadic essence. when angels acknowledge our presence Like songbirds from the seventh heaven. And just like the night stars catches the attention of every eyes, we marvel  at each others exciting gaze giving less to the yearning of our mortality. Our love reminds me of rains; quenching the thirst of every living things kissing the earth deep with renewed hope fortifying the beauty of nature in abundance. Our love is like a candle light; casting its warmth with gentle wind spewing its brilliance towards heaven Buttressing confidences with hope of joy. Oh humans, that cast us doubtful look and that whisper to the world fabled stories Endeavour to learn about the beauty of love genuine love breed progenies with purest of hearts. sweetheart, my pleasure is to make you happy always, for that is the light of my life. Until my dying days will our love kindles. there in, forever we tango and grow gray... Adekunle Ba