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𝗚𝗢𝗗 𝗜𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗡, 𝗪𝗘 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗡 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗣𝗥𝗔𝗬 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧. In my 300l at the Federal University of Technology Minna, Just after the Student Workshop Experience Practice (SWEP), I wanted to travel home and didn't have anything on me. My parents sent me money before that week I was supposed to travel but I spent it unwisely. It was a Thursday morning at about 7:00am prompt.  I went in the company of my friends, about five of them, to prayer street, a street where Christians on campus meet to intercede. We went there with great faith,  with our boxes and bags and we were trusting God for the reality of translocation.  Let something just happen and we find ourselves in Taiwo Oke , Ilorin the next day.  It's a reality,  we said If witches can do it and appear in two, or three places, how much more  the believers?  We prayed and prayed for about 16 hours  but nothing happened.When we got to the 17th hour, we starte...

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 ...

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 wa...

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 th...

TEN VIRGINS This season impressing  on us as believers, calls for prompt actions. where all were given by God should and must be traded with the available measures. It's high time you started bringing  those things,  those jottings,  those writings,  those prophecies  given to you by God together because,  they are Puzzles.. "Put them all together and get the clear picture of your life." An average believer writes..  But do not act the scripted writings.. Now let us go back to THE TEN VIRGINS "FIVE WERE  WISE, THE OTHER FIVE WERE FOOLS." the lesson I want you to learn is building spiritual capacity for  the task ahead wherein  we  must buy more oil for the daysahead will require..  The  simple reason for their foolishness was because they had no extra oil..  The night season came and they were unable to shine a light.... When they heard the cry, when  the bridegroom arrived, the ones  wi...

SPIRITUAL SACRIFICES Simply, spiritual sacrifices is  trading a value of higher worth for something of lesser worth in order to gain something else  valued more, such as an ally or strengthened relationship, or to avoid an even greater loss; to give without expecting profit to gain  or something in honor of. For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day (2cor 4:16)  When we commit to make certain level of sacrifices to seek God we may be weak on the outside, we may feel as if nothing much is happening,  nobody is acknowledging your sacrifice , nobody is seeing but just keep on going..  The bible says "If the clouds be full of rain, they empty themselves upon the earth: and if the tree fall toward the south, or toward the north, in the place where the tree falleth, there it shall"  Sacrifices open doors to step into higher spiritual ordinations So God may be saying step out of your...

A LETTER TO YOU To you who just wanna throw in the towel and probably end your life already, cause it feels like the weight of 4 planets lay comfortably on your shoulders and your happiness just lasts only as long as a good haircut. To you who has lost the spark to all you hold dear. The passion you once used to feel juggle in your belly just suddenly disappeared. To you who has this excruciating pain (in your body, soul. Every single where, it hurts bad)  that won't just go away. To you who doesn't know yourself. You don't even love yourself first first. You wear the mask every single time so that it's caused bruises on your face. Sores. Scars. You have eroded You. To you who feels getting from where you are to wanna be is a very long thing. To you who don't even know how and what to feel. To you fighting battles. Though ones, you can't deal no more. You have this ugly past that brings plenty voices in your head. You can't tell no one. . ....

#EVANGELISM If people are loud in the praises of the physician who cured them of some deadly malady_ recommending  others  to trust and seek his skills,  why should not Christ's people crown him with equal honors,  commend him to a dying world, and proclaim  what he' has done for them? Let them say with David," Come, all ye that fear the Lord,  and I will tell what he hath done for my soul, " and tread in the steps of the samarithan who threw  away her pitcher,  and, running to the city,  brought them all out-crying, " come, see  a man, which told me all things  that I ever did. " Reach out to people today,  tell them about Christ, share your testimonies of salvation and as you do that today  may you be blessed.. Amen. Lives in MINNA 08171466339

The lady I spent years with.. I was sad when she said.. " I have kept myself for too long,  I have been a worshiper in spirit and in truth, I was a member of my church choir for twelve years".. I never defiled my earthly body with  king's meat, I didn't have a bad past too. So how on earth will I accept to marry a BAD BOY like you she said.. And tears groped my eyes.. Yes I was once a bad boy,  a very dangerous boy your parents would never want you to walk or work with. I was an addicted smoker, a drunkard, clubber and yes I know..  I  lived all those kind of lives you've only read about in a thematic textbook of LASCIVIOUSNESS. But understand that change is 'inevitable' Either _positive or _negative People grow. People change from who they used to be. People leave their yesterdays and become better persons today and tomorrow..... Can you please not live in people's past? Like, is it possible for you to just live and let live? Can you...

The mirror never get to choose its clients. Sometimes life just happens. The unbroken are spared to tend to the wounds of the broken. My success is for all of us and so is yours. There is  a greater need for things like love, joy, empathy, goodness and happiness than for money.. If you have any of these please share to others. Don't take your mirror too seriously,  whatever it tells you is it own opinion  and we are all entitled to ours though we hardly share it, so that everyone will be happy.

I wish to thank you, dear friends in this web of Zuckerberg and to wish you all a merry Christmas and a prosperous new year in advance, from my Christian brothers, Muslim friends, atheist folks, traditionalists, to those who are neither here nor there in this obsessive calamity of religion. Let's not allow our abstract and abstruse differences to obscure our practical and demonstrable similarities. We are all humans with one head and one heart. Let's show love to everyone, for this alone is the message of Christ. You all and alone aided me not to slide into depression all this while. And despite over a thousand reasons to frown, I will always find one reason to smile at you, dear friends. Feliz Navidad!

My good people, it is very relative when it comes to the sweetest thing in life. I had to hold back an urge to defecate today in the church for a whole hour even when I had diarrhoea until I ran out in the middle of prayers, practically holding my trousers and wobbling like a woman in labour searching for ease. I just finished doing it in a nearby bush and I feel like I've got a new life. So relieved. So sweet! I came back but the church had dismissed, and I was like, who the hell is complaining?

Like the he-goat said, that he is grateful to heavens for his relationship with his mother has doubled; that she's both his mother and his wife! So is my relationship with this special damsel. But unlike the he-goat, I say mine with deep-rooted nostalgia. Maureen had become one of my  students five years ago when she came into the university. She was drawn to me because of her stunning intelligence. She was the best. Soon, things turned more rosy and platonic. She became an indispensable friend and confidant. Now, she recently turned my counsellor. She called the other and asked me: 'Obinna, I hope you've got someone?' I mumbled and told her no. And she returned, 'why? I know you're shy. You've always been. You find it difficult to speak to girls about such matters, but I have told you it's better you do it now. Obinna, you're the dream of every girl. If you fail now, you may find it difficult to choose a wife from the pool of ladies who will be surg...

My friend is passing through hell now over a threatened hope of marriage. I just finished sharing my thoughts with her, to assuage the inferno within her soul, and I feel it's necessary to say this here. Marriage is a wonderful institution but friendship matters more. Marriage at best is a component of friendship. The expectations of friendship with the opposite sex should not always be about marriage. Seek and cherish friendship for the pleasure and solace derived thereof. I have female friends of different cadres. Some married, others engaged and some single. Many girls I set out with are married now, yet nothing has severed our friendship. There are no mitigations against friendship unlike marriage. To emphasize the ascendancy of friendship over marriage, I'd like to say that every marriage needs friendship to guarantee relish and happiness. Having known this, you shouldn't draw a gun or sword, or go diabolical when your spouse calls or sits you down to say, 'I...

Earlier today, I boarded a bus to quickly see a friend at Onueke. The bus was clearly surviving out of the negligence of our Road safety agents or precisely their corruption. A sharp edge of its board peeled my skin as I scrattled into a more stable position. The middle-aged hippy woman seated beside me didn't even care to understand that it was a commercial bus and not her sitting room. She sprayed her thighs like a goalkeeper awaiting a shot, squeezing every other person on the row. She arched up her neck above our eyes and played deaf to our gentle plea for her to appose her hips even a little. We eventually gave up. After all it's just a little distance. 20 to 25 kilometres. My mind calmed as the pain on my bruised arm numbed gradually. Then I looked up to notice the conductor. He had turned to position his anal cleft directly over my face. 'Oga, biko shift small. Abeg, you go soon mess for my nose.' I cried out. As he turned his buttocks the opposite way, a clean, ...

I don't know why I'm still shaking over an atrocity I consciously avoided. I'm watching a taped lecture yet a horror is playing on my mind. Terrified. My heart is rending into motes. I decided to visit my friend today. We went our separate ways after over ten years of intimacy. Two years ago he gave me a distress call. I had come back from an over four-hour Pharmacology class and rushed into my toilet to empty my bladder. It was threatening to tear over a long-held urine. While relishing in pleasure of the deep ease, my phone kept ringing. Ringing. Ringing and ringing! 'If you like be Jesus Christ. I'm not gonna take it until I'm done with this bliss.' I swore. Yet it kept ringing. I carefully zipped up. I brought out my phone to see that KC had called me ten times. I was still holding the phone when he called again. He said he was coming to see me immediately. The dire desperation in his voice scared me. KC had never sounded that forlorn. He rather used ...