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Sometimes, I want to be hugged when am being silly and sad, At times, I need to be flogged especially when I miss my dad, The thickness of his laughter and the shrillness of his eyes The excess love for his daughter, the experiments with creams of ice The shadowy protection of his height and the nastiness of cheating lies The frequency of their fight till mum of the house took flight The soul of matrimony pictures now dead And the love story leaves me confounded The first night without her was horror filled With replays of mom’s face, tear filled And the new glasses she now did wear For the sunlight she could no longer bear No advocate to plead her case For her parents lives within heaven’s gate No flower in the center vase For our home was long gone with fate In pains, we saw her a year later Sunken and emaciated And the hatred for injustice grew greater Drunk in helplessness, am a kid

The Darkest Phase of a Man's life can't be shared even by his wife, divided by bits with the sharpest of knives. It is meant to be borne by him and I mean him alone. For some people, it is that time when they lose someone so special, probably a parent or a dear friend and no help seems to come in the form of the proverbial silver lining in dark clouds. It could be the health issue, that integrity-related problem, the non forth-coming college admission,capital-raising funds, who to love or what next to do in life. Regardless of the form in which it occurs, every one must face it -head on! The response to that phase is consequential to the outcome of the man; its like the furnace in which crude oil is refined, the hotter the temperature, the difference in what product emerges. Like Jesus in the period of pre-cruxification who felt alone and helpless, he tried everything to push it away, yet when he resigned himself to fate that was when he faced it head-on like a raging bull

A very Terrific Black Friday it was yesterday, with all the shopping I did (in my mind though!) even as a question boggled my mind. Why was it Black Friday not White or Red? That's a Story for the other day. I was so pleased when someone asked to meet our poet yesterday (Kolawole Salami ) and I said Facebook him. The benefits of friendship especially when its true with no shades of black in between can be pure euphoria. Takes me to the note IYANU ADEBIYI wrote and yes I didn't forget our short review on her; but before then, enjoy this with your morning Coffee! Standing Friend   You were there when there was fear in my mind, during the phases of bad times, with trouble waters drowning me and i could only but panic. When pain filled my body, and tears flooded my eyes till I saw seven stars. I bit my lips wailing with worry in self pity. You lifted me high and made me r

With the discovery of some awesome writers and poets and stories that blows the mind away, begging our subconscious to reason on real issues; It's been a sweet week, I must say.  Here is something I would call a throw-back by A wicked poet KOLAWOLE SALAMI Kolawole Salami I'm in a dream I'm in a dream, standing by a junction With a path to my left and another to my right With a knowing that I should go right But a desire to walk on left. It's a dream after all, no choice is wrong. Straight ahead is a pile of green dust, Swirling round a sand baked castle Standing firm in a farm of maize Secretly kept, but impossibly obvious I'm in a dream, and people are running I join them, and my steady legs take flight They move forward quickly But my legs are taking me backwards, The quicker they move, the more of the past I see, I see as I stepped out of the house with the desire to go left, But they keep carrying me backwards, fur

Permit me to use the word "shit" as I sincerely hope not to offend your sensibilities. A notification popped on my laptop, notifying me of an event hosted by Founders Institute that I needed to register for at www.fi.co Trust me, since it had to do with meeting the CEO of SimplePay , Mr. Simeon Ononobi and the CEO of Tsaboin (The traffic app that seriously gist's us on traffic in Lagos) Mr. Dele Odufuye , at a Superb location Savoy Suites, G.R.A Ikeja, Why not! I noted it on my calendar and made it there. Funny enough, as privileged meetings go, it was for the Exclusive "we" and that is where my shenanigans start. It was quite amazing to see the passion, discipline and focus written on these men faces as they narrated their experience, Thank God they didn't tell stories else....else what? I would have still sat there. As, I was saying, they spoke about how they Pitched their ideas, got funding and the pitfalls of a bad pitch.  As they spoke,

Truth be told, I have always wondered why the " Real " Nigerians don't go on vacation and when I say "Real", I mean the everyday man that earns an average of 250000 per annum. I watch a white fella wake up on a rainy day, pick a flight to God knows where to have their " Meeee" time.  Mr. 2kay sang " Who no like better thing" and tchai,  na money kill am o (who doesn't like the good life, it just involves money) .  When a man wakes up by 4 am to beat traffic (Literally!) only to arrive the office at 7:45, meeting a screaming boss! -not all bosses are wicked, Just saying. Rushes home to miss dinner, because he had another rendezvous with traffic again. With his meagre salary, annoying economy and many extended responsibilities, how do you expect him to budget for a vacation? Not to mention, he can't even use his proverbial leave days... Blahhh! This is the reality of the Nigerian dude against his hopes and wishes of having that d

Its quite amazing, how many things are said through words but none is really heard, especially when it is in the written form. Someone said "To keep Information from the Black man, Hide it in books" and I do agree. Yesterday, the initial comments on Women were born lazy from some pals made me realize that they just skimmed through the headlines and passed their thoughts without taking time to do the body justice. Well, I do understand why they never have time. The economy is so good that they can't afford to buy a book per month, and the stress of putting something on their table saps them of any energy left to even peruse the pages. Oh, the library is quite far, moreover Libraries are for geeks and the Academia. Tell me, who goes to the Library when we have E-libraries. Wait, the E-library on your phone is just an app that makes people deem you learned or preferably, you just like the graphics of the app. Are we too lazy to read or it is really true that our

Women are very lazy! You would agree with  me, especially the typical African woman and not these new hybrid ones with ideas of feminism! A bundle of wood on the head a babe sitting on the behind. Two bags of groceries to balance her weight, Of course! Her shape is worth the wait. Oil soaked hands Blood filled basin Smoky arena of aroma Sizzling dances on  fire Dusty bands Six bedrooms to be whitewashed; Sparkling reflection of your crooked teeth on the floor you step on with your muddy trodden soles Sanctifying your Children bodies for school, The backpack on the go No "mama put" would ever do as if she didn't bear the kids for you She runs the show for the boss making minimal their loss healthcare check for the kids what excuse would take her out of office Fresh dinner is what he loves, not that microwaved thrash she does. So, to the stalls of vegetables and all -she's off Gosh, why wouldn't she get the cough This woman i

Am so excited, thrilled, hyperactive and you all know our love for Aunty Adele can never be lost. Lailai! Imagine how I felt when I first heard the name " Adele ", I thought it was one of our Aunts that traveled out and forget us but naahhh, It wasn't. With her Album 21 playing on repeat on my small phone (You should have seen the phone, Tchai!) , I was downcast when her voice hmmmnnnn "You know, thatszall" and she just disappeared for three years. Suddenly, she teased us with a voice trailer of " HELLO " during the intermission of that daily what sef...and Yes, the Video of " HELLO " is out, directed by Xavier Dolan. Written by her and her producer Greg Kurstin, Hello is a tip out of her forth coming Album 25 (Whats with her and numbers?) which is coming forth on November 20th.  “Hello from the other side; I must have called a thousand times to tell you; I’m sorry, for everything that I’ve done; But when I call you never

TODAY I SINNED I had blood on my hands for somebody's son i slew; when my reputation he touched. Today, I sinned. Started with money issues, for the love charm  to keep her husband to be Somebody's wife, i laid with, poured my seed in her to effect the charm; and the husband to be, was a close neighbour of mine. My father's grandson An offspring of my spouse Distance must be blamed and stiffneckedness be praised! For the rules i broke, when our divorce was final so, the kids i never knew Today, I sinned. For somebody's wife i laid with, somebody's son i slew; A son to my wife. Today, I Sinned The shame, I will no longer bear for the death around my neck has made my words few and the heavens call for their voice i hope i heard Today, I sinned