Christmas by Obiora Enendu .

Christmas

   A time to share Love and Care
   A time to share joy from here to there  ...  that's what they say but that's not my experience anyways , it seems like its the only time not to offend ,time spent to continue to pretend that joy is in the air and to remember that God truly exist....

Christmas is not bou a Christmas tree or wrapping gifts ,it's not bou shopping for cloths for that upcoming party that you spent 364 days preparing for , its not bou satisfaction on this very day ,it has nothing to do with your family fued or even the food , has nothing to do with a million plus lights or anticipation of 364 nights, nor does it have anything to do with you and me...

Christmas is bou how Jesus came to earth ,how a virgin gave birth without conception bringing forth a child marked for certain death cos of you and me , its the reconnoction we need as individuals to understand that our various lives are the construction of Gods master plan set in motion 2000years ago and as such we need to celebrate the glory in that story....

Christmas is Jesus and we've been too scared to say that we've gone from celebrating Christ to celebrating our wants, our desire and our addiction , we forget its a time for reflection on all the mistake we've made since the beginning of the year and preparation for the coming year, it is the reminder that we were made by a creator thats greater than your number one traitor(the devil)....

Believe in the miracle of the birth of our savior and don't be a cynical and  thoe the story might be historical , the birth of Jesus is still visble, open your eyes to the glory and ask God to change your story , no condition is permanent , forget all you've been through this year it's all a test for that testimony that would be given soon by you..

   HAPPY HOLIDAYS & A GLORIOUS CHRISTMAS.....

Let's Play by Awonaike Seyi.

Lets Play.

Let's play,
Let's be kids again,
be hopeful and free,
and run around in the wind,
and consider all things vain.

Let's play,
so we can be ignorant in pain,
blissful amidst chaos,
to remember the innocent bravery in our hearts,
that equals the guts to hold a soldier's gun,
to make silly noises at the soldier's face.

Lets play,
and block out everything bad,
and playfully ignore the nagging fear,
in our hearts,
would be a start.


                                                    written by; Seyi Awonaike.

Death's sorrowful trail by Awonaike Seyi.

Death's sorrowful trail
By now, one would think you would be used to it,
The breaking news,
The shock and disbelieve,
But its never the same,
Just like our finger prints.

Death's sorrowful trail,
A warning, is mostly too much to ask
Painful or peaceful neither matters
Friend or foe it wears the same mask
You are doomed not to remember its striking yap

Death's sorrowful trail
And this time, it hit home
Nice one... touch down,
Yanking away our beloved
Too soon, too quick
Too painful
Giving yesterday a bleak meaning
And taking away tomorrow's hope,

Death's sorrowful trail...
                                                       
             To friends that will forever be friends...

Know Thy Self by Ahmed Fatoyinbo

A man is as he chooses to be,
Whether a pygmy or a colossus,
Whether a mountain or a valley,
Whether a serf or a lord.

The world truly evolves by natural selections,
And man really progresses by survival of the fittest.
Necessity is truly a mater of invention,
But the visionary mind is the matrix where you build the future.

Destiny seems to be a formidable force,
The rich always at his castle,
The poor man standing at his gate,
Yes, God made them high and lowly,
and ordered each of their estates.

Yet you can be as you desire,
With prayers and the work that's commensurate
You can transcend the imagination of your slayers
And show them how far you can sail.

Yes it is very possible, though I forget not,
That the Almighty is the giver of soul,
And that he is the writer of the slate
But no matter how strait is the gate,
Or how charged is the punishment in the scroll,
In the end, you just have to realize
That you are the master of your fate,
That you are the captain of your soul,
And just like William Henley's when things were vile
You have to know you are an INVICTUS,
And this must be from now at your prime..

                                                            

Cultivate by Ogaga Okorhi.

Beautiful in hate, you have cried for pain running back and forth seeking a man. 

Your specifications have made you the way you are 

Looking unto the creator for perfection, 

You derive more pleasure with makeup than you do to the man next door 

Yet you pray, you can't identify the One before you as you have said from the beginning, 

Your hate is eating you up taking away your inner beauty.
Clock is ticking, education you have not, skills you have none, 

You are faced with a society that cares less about you, 

Are you aimed at seating at home waiting for your specifics to be met(food,shelter,clothes,cars,husband)?
You must be foolish to think they fall from the sky 

Even the church can't save you, it's not by good works my sister, 

Do the right thing and everything would fall in place.  

                                       
Hey! I heard you sew seeds for you perfect man, 

Even the bible tells us, we ought to cultivate, if you had sense, 

You would know that the one you seek cannot be found 

Even in the most holy place, 

Yes, I am talking about the church, you try to change a man, who just lost his ways 

Don't forget, even the bible reminds you of how their ways are, 

If you are not deeply rooted you would be a part of that way, 

You love him for his cars and dirty job, beautiful! 

But I see you in front of that alter, praying for a holy man with the fear of Our Lord Jesus.
How old is your faith little child? 

It is important, you stay away from they that would take your salvation away 

With their ways, you laugh at his jokes close to his car next to his house 

And you think someday he won't offer you wine? 

My friend, don't be fooled by the rules you have created around your life, 

You and I know the truth. 

Every man is a master mind of his craft, 

To win the mouse you must know where to plant cheese.
Listen, I am in no position to tell you how to rock your boat,

Oops! I hear a whisper from the girl next to you 

In mockery of the innocent bad girl you are, 

Long skirt in the presence of the Lord and G-string in the arms of the craft man at night. 

Hmmm! You become worse by the day whilst you pray you lose focus 

And pray for the one at hand to be perfect. 

Naive little woman old in your ways, 

Beautiful in hate for age has come, 

The alter is made your sanctuary 

And the man who has money 

In appearance is your perfect match, 

Why then call on Jesus?

God's Gift by Obiora Enendu.

They say children are gifts from God, but I beg to

They say children are gifts from God, but I beg to differ... the true gifts from God are our parents and as much has it pains me to admit, we don't appreciate them enough and the older we get the more their value depreciate in our sight making us forget all the fight and struggle they've been through...

Its easy/pleasurable fathering a child, it's hard/painful bringing a child to life we all know the agony behind child birth( though some of us have not felt it yet)...but that pain and agnoy never stopped mothers from passing through the labour , because the gain out weighs the pain and she would never be the same if she lost the child, and in some cases, when she's not legally married but, that never stopped her from willingly giving up her life for the child....

Parents are the true blessings from God, and I don't mean just one, I mean the both of them... so take out time to really celebrate your parent, cbecause without being paid they've dedicated their time, love, care, money, and sometimes it feels like bad investment but they invest regardless, hoping for nothing but your success, but nevertheless they stick by your side even when life beats you down...they continue to remain your number one fan, friends come and go, siblings get married, only thing taken them from you is death! And I pray that God, keeps and preserve my parents for me so they can get to enjoy the fruit of their labour...

A little something for the Lady, by Ahmed Fatoyinbo

I ain't gonna say no if u ask me if I love u 

And I ain't gonna say yes either, 

But if u got deep eyes, u can always see my deep mind.

I ain't gonna take u to the beach when u ask me, 

Or to the cinemas when u demand it, 

But am gonna take u somewhere u will never forge,t 

When u least expect it.

I may not be able to give u ur kinda slay, 

But be sure I ain't gonna flay, 

All I can do is the befitting play.

I do the needful, 

I know am weird, 

I ain't got the knack for Hollywood romance, 

My kinda way is special and that's what makes me, ME.

Chimera by Awonaike Seyi.

She had  never wished to know more about the painter's brush more than now,

And never envied his beautiful words more than now, 

And never thought to have his flexible hands more than now, 

And never wished to be his plain canvass more than now,

For she  knew if she did posses his ability to use the paint brush,

All you would see, is her black that's never white, and her white that's almost black,

And if she knew his silent beautiful ways with words ,all you would hear, would be  a combination of spirals and zigzags ... maybe a splash here and there, 

And what it would never lack is her depth, cause her aura is, indeed strong,

And if she did have his flexible hands as hers , then, believe me , her's would be on the high side of 

abnormality,

But if, she was his plain canvass ,

This is what you would see...

Colors and all.. 

Shining grey... with radiant black and royal ash... 

And it would be the most beautiful colors you would ever see.

                                                                                                        Seyi Awonaike.

Chronicles of Love Story (3) by OBIORA ENENDU.

Sleepless night since I got the news,it's  5:52 am

,*deep sigh* have been awake since 2:am, been thinking tirelessly , what am I gonna do??! I think ama address this fearlessly , no wait, what if she rejects you?? Are you sure this is a good idea?? Different thoughts been running through my mind endlessly, how did I carelessly let it get this far?emotionally, have beaten myself up mercilessly,  My fingers feel numb, can't seem to get the right words outta my head, I feel speechless right now, only one question keeps popping up,

"Is this fight worth it"?? Too many questions not a lot of answers...

She's been back for a whole month, 31 days to be precise, is it possible to resurrect something so dead? I used to be that guy that could get outta any jam, but right now am that bitch ass nigga putting his feelings in writing, seems like the right thing to do ... 

Add 31 days to 365 days and it would give you how long have not seen her... again I ask " am I doing the right thing" is it not best I respect her wishes and give her space? This might just be a Test, 

But however  the case may be, I just really need to say her face, have never been so frustrated in my entire existence, for instance, what if I go look for her today and get a huge disappointment, would it break my heart half the way I broke hers? 

Well I guess I would never know till I find out....
With my fingers crossed I leave for Lagos in 3 hours.
Wish me luck.......

Hey Little Fighter by OBIORA ENENDU.

Hey Little Fighter

Soon things would get brighter, don't be broken, there's always light at the end of the tunnel, and tho this might just be words, at the end of the day you would see that am right, let go off all the worries,  don't let anything stop your sight from seeing the bigger picture, hold on tight to that dream of yours, scratch and bite if that's what it would take to achieve it, believe in yourself, nobody would do that for you, you owe yourself success and that is one debt you must pay...

 Let go of all the sadness within, it only slows your progress, don't say, start doing, address the most important things , do not live to impress,  don't expect anything less than you deserve,  learn to suppress all negative emotions, nothing should ever make you regress mentally, don't stay depressed too long, it only gives you unneeded stress, and I know for sure that the God would continue to bless you in a way that would make many question your success... 

Chronicles of Love Story (2) by ATILA .

''Yes'' was her reply when he asked if she wanted to see . Tho she had never said no,yet he keeps asking before showing her. Never taking for granted her responses
And then again she said yes , knowing she would see something worth her while . He shows her and she reads it and it broke her heart cause it was about a girl and for the first time she wished she was some inches shorter with dimpled checks.
She envied her , but then again she pitied her and loved her .
Envied her because, She had felt his love ,
Pitied her because , She couldn't make it last no doubt leaving her heartbroken and ,
Loved her because  , She accepted him for who he was cause she knew then, what she knows now and accepted it, with glee in her heart and love in her smile .
That was when she realized how stupid he should be, to have had her and let her go and how stupid he still is to have her and still not know . 

But that didn't diminish her love for him , no, neither did it strengthen it . 

It only tainted it making it clear, to his loneliness for truly he is alone ...

Neither by Obiora Enedu.

...

There are two kinds of students in this world, student A and student B... Student A is a geek, spends his time reading, obedient to a fault, less friends and always with a BIC , has no social life, no social app people might even call him a freak!!

Student B... always on a social media, a lot of friends, a menace to society, he spends half  his day doing half the things society tags wrong, cares less about what you think and does not give a f**k about shit..people call him a *d**k cos he is cocky and shit...

Now close your eyes and and picture each of this students and tell me what you see??? Be honesty nobody's gonna judge you

Don't know if am student A or Student B.. am I a menace or am I a geek?? For most of my life have been caught in between who I really am and how am seen! Just cos I don't fit in, does not mean am weak,and I use to think fitting in was a blessing!!but honestly??its I CURSE...

cos if you don't fit in, you are forced to see the world from many different angles and points of view, you seek some level of understanding and unlike most people, feel unsatisfied when you sleep... you get lost in your thoughts. Many battles fought and lost with the demon inside you...

I never wanna fit in, wanna be different and weird, wanna be me and not worry about what you think, cos you see "life is shorter than you think" so be happy, be unique, don't follow the crowd, let the crowd follow you" and in place, that you find nobody following, take solace in the fact that the road to heaven is narrow and thin... 

Chronicles of Love Story (1) by OBIORA ENENDU.

I remember when we 1st met ,it was 5years ago, she

I remember when we 1st met ,it was 5years ago, she was a 5'7 very short girl, she had this pimple free, very childish face that I had to chase, I remember that smile like it was yesterday cos of that very deep dimple.. with a simple hello she walked up to me and said "I Was Dared to come say I like your height"!!!!
She was stammering!, she could barely get the words right... she had this lovely set of teeth, as  bright as the sun, wow!! I was captivated immediately.. I tried with all my might to fight the urge to ask for her name but it was too late she was right before my very sight!!, My brain at no clue when my heart asked "WHAT'S YOUR NAME" ...yea I would blame my heart, cos there was this flame burning so much inside of me that chased logic out the window and left me valunrable and weak... I just had to know her!!! I met my own delilah!! Like SAMSON I was not strong enough to break free from her claw, she saw my flaws and yet loved me relentlessly, but shamelessly I let that love die...a mistake that have come to realize to be the greatest mistake anyone would ever make!! All am trying to say is... before you go feeling untop of the world cos that beautiful short girl gave you her heart cos you know your way with words! Know that for her she is giving you a piece of her that should never be taken for granted cos once that part of her which was taken for granted gets re-branded a trust is broken that can never ever be mended...

Czernobog by Awonaike Seyi

And you come to know or meet a devil
That detest the word "grave",
Evil in all ramifications ,
But prefers 'sleep' to 'death',
'Bed' to 'grave' ,
Not withstanding, he will certainly make  suffering the last resort ...
Merciful in weakness,
But not necessarily weak,
A devil no doubt with untold history of evil
But if evil can be undersized ,
Then his will be the or I would like to call him ,
The meek devil ,
Shy of his image but not wanting to change it.
To him it's a job he has to do.
And he does it with passion ,
Just the right amount of passion and glee ...


                                                                                 Seyi Awonaike.

Alone by AHMED FATOYINBO.

I don’t call it a smile, if I smile alone

I don’t call it a progress, if we all don’t go ahead

I don’t want the sun to brighten only my yard alone

I don’t want the rain to just sing on my umbrella alone

I don’t want the knife to butter my bread alone

I don’t want the cloth to cover my nakedness alone

I don’t want my eyes to see the beauty of the world alone

I don’t want to get to the promise land alone

Because the world have always wanted to see how far we can go

I have always wanted to paint a picture that has us all in it, and not me alone

But there is one thing I’ve learnt in this short life of mine, that we can’t get all we wish

If all we wished were granted, I would’ve being an angel because the life of man is sorrowful

How can we be born together and not grow together

How can we be at the foot of a ladder together and can’t climb together

How can we start together and not end together

Humans cry too much, their lives and hearts are full of pain, hurt and tears

But thanks to the creator who made me human, for in those pain, we find love, in those tears we find joy, and in those weaknesses we find our strength

A faller is said to be fallen only if he fails to stand again. A man’s failure is not the end of his life. It is better to try to fail than to fail to try, for in that failure we learn from our mistakes

A gold wouldn’t show its lustre if it hadn’t passed through fire. Men wouldn’t have paean if they hadn’t gone through pain

The horse that is ahead must not  rejoice because it doesn’t know what is ahead

You might get to the promise land before me but it doesn’t mean you will forever be there

Life is a sphere, not everything it gives is fair, but with patience there is always a spare

So my brother, don’t fear, no condition is permanent.

                                                                  

                                                                   BY: BOLA AHMED  FATOYINBO

                                                                               (AKA Oko Oro)

Alone by OBIORA ENENDU

Alone

I always thought I had it figured out, fly guy with much swag! Always a step ahead! Constantly in a dilemma to always wanna be the head, over thinking every situation even when they are just random coincidence! Every wrong choice have made seems like a debt I can never pay!



Frustration as taken me deeper, down a dark road of depression, always in constant tension! My mind a place of confusion, thinking straight is impossible, feels like am in a crazy maze! Constantly in need of attention! Not getting it leaves me in a more deeper depression...




The future does not look bright ,too many wrong decisions, wondering if I would ever get it right, tired of this fight! Thinking I might just quit..they say there's always light at the end of the tunnel, but it seems have been walking in this endless dark tunnel, its either that or my sight are permanently dark!! I have nightmares during the day, I find it hard to sleep at night.. insomnia my new bestfriend... over thinking my new side chick.... heart always racing....*Deep Sigh* I need help!!






The mission is to snap out of this mental regression but then again it feels like mission impossible, even Tom cruise can't save me! Ghost protocol activated... learn to wear your shame they said(it only makes you stronger) but stronger is no longer in my vocabulary, spirit as been crushed and I feel weak inside! Who ever thought a time would come when all I ever feel is ALONE!!!!!!

                                                                              By Obiora Enedu.

Soliloquy by Awonaike Seyi.

Death death is better than being here,

How will you proclaim me mad,

When my sanity beats harder

Wild with rage and not

Scratching the edges of the little red bleeding cells

But calm enough not  to explode

Mad isn't me and me isn't mad

Oblivious to the crickets noise

For am sane in my glad insanity.
                                             
                                                                                     Seyi Awonaike.

Depth Atila.

They all think me to be crazy,depressed and down right wrong when I say ''the world ain't exactly all that!'' It's not just about it not being all glitters, it's no glitters at all . They think to ask me who I am, but they are scared ,scared that I might infect them so they keep their distance,leaving the questions in their eyes. Wanting me to see but not so sure if they want an answer. Scared because I say what have been said by people they considered 'abnormal'. But what I say is true, for hell is empty and all the Devils are here... with their presence comes darkness... A ray of light becomes too treasured. Their denial becomes an obstacle, obstructing them from facing the truth. Why can't this question be answered honestly? This life, is it really worth it?

                                                       Seyi Awonaike.

W . A . R. by Awonaike Seyi.

It's not the war we fear, how can we when we are part of it and it one of us. We are scared of ourselves, of the brutality within, needing desperately to be made alpha.

The mind goes blank when it finally realizes the silent nagging fear, always warning him of his neighbor's savagery! That neighbor that would always smile at you, wonderfully waving his hands, saying good morning to you.

Overnight the dream turns to a never-ending nightmare, for when it finally ends scars trails behind. The ant in our brain will finally find its way back to our heart biting conscience into our souls.
But there's still an ant, an unstable one at tthat. The concern then will be, what will be the trigger? Who will be the trigger, who will pull the trigger, and after who will be on the receiving end.

And will you, (even when your savage self begs to be exposed), still be human, be kind, be merciful, forget the past in other to forgive the innocent head (with eyes bulging out of fear silently pleading you spare his life) kneeling in your front. Will you do what they didn't do? Will you let go?
                     
                                                                                                                   Seyi Awonaike

Perturbed by Awonaike Seyi

His at it again!
The Arggggggghhhhhh noise!
Ringing in his head!, The angry sound forcefully wanting to be expressed,
To be set free, angrier at him for refusing,
It punishes him, mounting pressure upon his mind, his chest,
Making him fidget, looking annoyingly disturbed.
Making him doubt himself, if truly, he has lost control over his emotions,
Not wanting to admit the truth because he knows not what is true,
Too cowardly for that kind of confrontation,
Taking the easy way out, he cries,
Silently of course and in the dark,
That way no one will know
He won't give it the satisfaction of raging out loud like a crazed boy.
If that be the case, then why is he still the way he was?
Why does he feel heavy and empty at the same time?
Why are his eyes open yet he choose not to see?
His belly burns but he refuses to eat, why?
Ain't his answer right?
Or like maths does he need to show his workings,
To take, step by step each frustrating layer that burdens him?
If that be the case, then, he rests his case.
He knows what HE is thinking,
Kicking himself, mentally calling him a coward,
No worries he has done that already,
A million times before and will do it a million time again.
At least till he is ready and fit,
Enough to look deep into his abyss and come out victorious
Till then he will cry when he hears it ring ..
If indeed he has lost control or will lose control,
Then he will rage and rage on but until then,
His plastic smile looks pretty on him and convincing to others,
So for now let him leave the hard work for the future.
                                                                                     
                                                                                     Seyi Awonaike.

We got different perspective towards life and it's activities, and my own opinion on dancing is....
dancing is a drunkards stagger gone wrong.
The best dancers are those who can make perfect an imperfect move,
can turn beautiful, a very ugly posture.
It's no wonder a dancing portrait is hard to find,
for who is so gifted to see the beauty in awkward movements,
who is that patient to monitor unaccounted steps?
To re interpret  the drunkards frustrations into pure joy so convincingly...
                                                                            Seyi Awonaike.

SECRETS by Awonaike Seyi.

Show me one who can keep a secret, perfectly and I promise not to tell him a perfect secret. For such a rare gem does not deserve such temptations

Although you wish you could but life's lessons aiint so easy to forget. Wanting desperately to unburden yourself you turn to the next person, considered as more than a friend too selfish to consider what that weight might cause but not too blind to see.

But of the two, who is more selfish, cause the confidant knows deep down the secret might be too big to contain, but still insists on knowing, so sure it won't remain a secret forever already, the inner self is dancing, anticipating, not necessarily gleeful about it but no doubt selectively choosing the next best ear to tell.

Making you wonder if there ever will be anyone strong enough to save you from dying of this slow vicious poison cause secrets are poisons that need to be spat out... but who is worthy enough to be your sand? To swallow up your poison and not wither, to dry it up without a trace, who is six feet deep and still counting, you will surely settle for a four feet if you find one.

Tired of secrets turning into tales and entertainment for them ears, tired of the asking, reminding and pleading for the safe keeping. What the hell go on and tell the whole world maybe then, you might both be free...
                                                                                                          Seyi Awonaike.