A Victor’s Battles in Public Office

The key of Life seems to have no lock or bolt,
It comes in various shapes and sizes;
Some too pleasant to see, Others too ugly,
Like an advert or showroom on display.
Still its an imagery that wears a soul,
But dressed in humans of any form.

One can’t tell who’s lauded or spot the crowded,
That rest the title or praise of worth.
For in envy a person is drawn as. Others look with bitter scorn;
An anonymous is he or a group they are, none can tell,
Life seems favourable to that one or many indeed.
Pressure mounts on the receiver of crown,
As it rouses eye bats and cheer, frowns, jeers and hails.

Could they be alive or are they dead,
That these ones forsake the stringent codes.
Throwing away those laws that binds and choke;
The sanctions and grades to convoke their faith.
Yet emerged victorious at last they be,
An award so priceless than names penned in Gold

If so God will award even before he judges them,
For man recommends but won’t approve their dividends of respect;
He’ll set war on the day of their convocation,
To justify the works of those who accredits them.
In vain is those who haunt the selected,
Like a whirlwind thay search, as some of them the elected.

Little wonder the silent system that presented them,
As some deploy to rid the faith entrusted to them.
Forgetting it was their principle that made them stand,
But away they cast themselves by ruining what they planned.
So it may be when they’ve come to realise,
Fewer of them among the elected, stripping off the selected.

A deep confusion bewildered them in utter amazement,
Their disbelief implanted with every trace of guilt.
Their good works ruined by their own hands.
As they bow away with the glory vanishing quickly;
Its the system that has made it look this way,
A cheap blame to save their name.

Thus it builds like a clock above their heads.
Ticking ever faster on those who claim to be good.
Entangled in every fabric of their doings;
Escaped by highly corrupt from every office.
They emerge victorious with their fights and breath.
But in the end comes a blind support of odd codes.
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Who is there left worthy to return praised,
For the rewards leaves unstained that man who prevails;
The strength hewn out but the prize still won,
Wonder is still mocking us all.
There are lot of good men in this race,
As fewer drop and still fewer difficult to trace.

If only a day people awaits the sigh of that man to embrace,
His works scrutinised across the works he has done,
Oh yes with the heavy burden of the system sewn.
The attitude and body language may mean another thing,
But his name and his generation is its everything.

Revelation of Vanity

Yesterday was History as Today’s a Mystery. Yet Tomorrow will be a Prophecy as such is the Discovery. Still in all of these, either is a norm for each and against them all but all describes the nature of Life, that ends in peace or misery.

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Learning How to Read.

I sit in my room one early morning, hoping I’ll do something good for myself. But to my amazement, I went blank. I had marveled and envied my friends who talk about their umpteenth book and all about the characters and its contents in less than an hour and I just sit and watch them, lost in the way they analyze books and their authors. Worse still, they are planning to publish their book and I am their best link to make it happen. This was the moment I was ushered back to reality. I begin to gasp for breath hoping for them to loose their attention in me. Luckily for me, I was able to save myself by enlisting some good publishers that would build their interest.

Now back to my room with my empty thoughts meandering on what to do. An idea struck me: I am envious over my friends and here I am having good networks of Publishers without me striving to publish a book so as to compete with them and as well get the tingling of praise around me-if possible by these friends of mine who had emptied catalogues of books. ‘I SHALL START FROM SOMEWHERE’ was what motivated me to begin a move that I feared disastrous but gradually a rapid success.

I started with a genre of my taste-Narrative Novels- and I decided to start with Danielle Steele’s Big Girls Don’t Cry. I chose it so I can teach myself how to read. Now many of my age grades and country men hardly read. And if they do then the slope of adjusting the measurement becomes amazingly disappointing. This is where it drops to few people reading constantly and from those reading constantly to those reading rapidly to a fewer people reading a particular genres and from there to people reading several genres and from there comes Writers… and it goes on till a tailor-sized person that befits the character and qualities of a good reader and writer. All this I learned as I began to determine my quest to finish the book- no matter how long it took me- after all it isn’t my first. But unlike my reason for reading this book, I had none and this scares me till this day.

So off I begin with Danielle Steele’s book and from this book, I discovered I had emptied a book because of my notes of every single thought and idea that struck me from the book. I used this format to understand the book as it helped me to understand any book I read(this obviously varies across genres, persons and style of person):

  • Mind of the Author- This is also known as the plot of the novel or book. Here the way the author uses gestures, dictions, mood and literary style, characters and setting is identified. It is actually my first so as to find yourself engaged in re-writing with the Author’s Mind the environmental occurrences around you. In this way, you are re-enacting the novel or book in your vicinity.
  • Prefaces, Comments by Other Writers, Epilogue or Prologue– Here the idea and intention of the author or other authors is reeled in. It emphasizes the notion of why the book is written and the credits accrued to it. This is considered if the book had been read and either of the item is deliberately jumped so as to stir a meaning for yourself or may be considered a first read before diving into the chapters of the book. Across genres, such are the Acknowledgements, Preface, Introduction, Preamble, Forward, etc. The advantage of going through them is the requirement gathered for yourself to reproduce or motivate you in the creating your own novel.
  • Reader’s Reactions and Discovery. As I earlier pointed, you reading the book would have discovered some captivating moments, grammatical words or error, mood and notes. It is essential for it helps convey a message when you read your thoughts without the book. It is more of an apparent style or mock novel that exposes all about what you learned from the book and yourself.

Now, this is just a few highlighted to motivate you in creating your own novel or book. Please feel free to add or delete the points with yours as you share your experience. This discovery is mine and I have developed it but the majority of it is within these points.

Happy Reading!

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My angel and I!

Never will I forget the way you made me feel
Every time I remember your warmly presence around me.
Its like being visited by one of the dearest angels,
Who was sent to pray me through a vision
But refused to return from the mission,
As(s)he sat with me all day watching television.

At night, I’m cloaked with endless tunes
Of heavenly tones wrapped with every tales;
Yet I forget how light my soul was
As my body cheats earth rules.
Thus in my selfishness, I beckoned you to stay,
To soothe my pains and heal me when I stray.

Who can tell if time would come,
Shedding tears on the day we parted ways;
I’ll be by you each day without delay,
By calling me through heartfelt prayers.
Use music and voice your every desire,
As I communicate with God through replies unknown.

This is the new path as I was taught by the angel,
That God is with me even when I feel he’s not.
My prayers transformed in many ways,
If not good mood today or better strength across days;
Not to forget the strange power of confidence when I’m afraid,
The angel in me is better than the worse of me through Satan’s influence.

Friends, this is an encounter I share only imbibed by faith,
God is real more than what I say and feel.
For to prove him here is beyond my state;
Still better his presence when you think he’s not there.
Either of which way he made without proof,
But the only which I give is my encounter with an angel dear!

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CHOICE

There are times you feel like having a retreat. Taking a French Leave from the office so as to re-navigate some thought processes, actions, principles and priorities. Strange, an actual leave may not give you such space. And even if without work, you’re still saddled with responsibilities. So you decide to break away, on an unknown day to save yourself.

You’re in the Park, and about to take off. Only to realise that the important documents is not with you. Recalling how the day begun, you discover that you’d being strayed from your focus. If only I didn’t do this, that… For all the things done around you is done by you. Now its time for you to take a break, and the guilt that things will become more messy is the only thought pondered. To the utmost surprise to all the passengers, you quit your journey half way as you plan a return. To yourself comes this assurance: “To Hell with my admission to the University, my lazy siblings can’t do without me. If I can make them focus to responsibilities and life, I can still have a shot for another admission in the future”

Such are the scarier line of thoughts one takes to build a healthy but stress free personality. The motivation cannot be atoned for yet untraceable within you. For life itself is unpredictable as should you. Yesterday was a regret of an action that was unfulfilled as today is an opportunity locked with lots of challenges you wished you had withdrawn the motive. The conflict of these two fails to perceive the future ahead. But for now, you’re at loggerheads with what to do as you wrestle with the current situation. For the above stories is what people pass through though wrapped with different twists, characters, places and experience – the result is arrived at two variables: Choice or

These two are different for they generate the drive that gives various mediums of preamble. Such preamble are: Time, Device(physical or otherwise), People, Virtues/Vices, etc. Choice is the positive or negative part of the being. The above stories are epitomes of Choice.

CHOICE is that unexplained traffic of thoughts, emotions or disposition, actions and behaviours endowed in one to provoke reactions from the self or/and from others. It gives rise to result to positive or negative or both. It is also an infinitive array of options, challenges, solutions invoked that is transformed to interactions, research, disciplines and onwards. Its a silently salient path imbued in the make-up of the being. Choice when tolled in the positive leads to countless standalone processes which is slowly, moderately or highly replicated. The being exploring this form need not consider or plan introspective patterns of how the results would be. Rather such should totally surrender, give up, let go, or whatever term there is to qualify “free” to the chains of actions, disposition, etc. For it thus becomes a System plied by such a being as he or she maintains, develops or improves the System of Choice in its personality.

Choice if not properly guided trades negativity. It unfortunately shares the same channel with positivity or genuine virtues but its replaced by vices as the System yields negative impact and results. It may not be certain the degree to which one may access it for it stabilises the chain of positive lines. Thus the being needs to have a fair cohesion of Choice-positive or negative- in the development of self. The reaction of it across different groups of self sparks off the reciprocals of various fusion of factors and variables.

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Respect according to African Wisdom

Respect in an average African man’s language is: “I’m older than you, with more but better experiences than you and should be in the position to decide sometimes for you.” . If this is not learned as one of the basics in the child’s upbringing, then such a child is not real.

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Dancing with the Gods

To whom should I pray to
The One whom faces the East.
Or to the One who conquered the Cross
For the former was a Private God,
Of which I prayed through Culture;
Still confused I am than I ever was
If its by Faith or Tradition that appease God.

For in delight I groomed my life
Which gave room for a new talent.
Its fruits bore with quick strife,
Or its punishment never deterred
Such was the practise ever rife;
All being smooth till I married a wife.

She prayed I stopped bowing to a Strange God
Denouncing woe on the Chief Priest,
How dare she cursed a man so great
Whom unknown to me he fought her faith;
I later came to accept one day,
A challenge he lost to a Stronger deity.

To my surprise to renounce my old faith
I see the Chief priest with a new book,
A bible I was told he now possess!
And a new disciple of what I’m about to profess,
Strange indeed is this God so deep
It converted the one whom I held in high esteem.

As for me its still the same
The prayers I say to the former is for the latter.
But a life I can’t describe is what I can’t bribe,
Persuasion shouldn’t be compared to Persecution.

Or is it the food rendered or its incantation chants,
Is substituted for Communion and Praise.
In difficulty I persisted to learn the new faith,
As I peruse in spirit between two faiths;
Which is higher or should both be practised
Together with my presence of the church gathering.

Yet again I search for meaning
As I travelled again to another religion.
Of washings of hands, faces and feet
And the mat to kiss at every sound;
I stoop to pray with the man beside
To Allah the Beneficiary and Most Merciful

I trace its history embedded Culture
Mohammed is the founder who began in Mecca
Erected beside the Jewish Temple
Began a Race with the Subha and Quar’an
Gazing east whenever in prayer
Remembering the Ancestors who taught the faith.

But blurred and controversial is there to chase,
Its many shoots and promise made;
If gone deeper, what would be my lot?
Or if left shallow, a fight with the brothers’ slot;
So I decide to let go as such is the case,
All Islam pace as I save my face. .

Yet I remember the faith I tendered
About my will to surrender to the Hindus.
Or the Buddhist culture maybe;
But quickly I left as well as how I came,
The Practises, style so fastened to fetish means.

Remembered I sailed from towns through faith
And I ponder which I stuck never to de-base,
The faith of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit
Is what I defend till Heaven calls.

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Ways of Living

A work, talent, spirituality, academic and its likes sown in hard-work will bear more success in discovering good results. The reverse of it is as equal as an alive but dead person.

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