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Reworking the Genius in you!

Like a Dream that has become real, so is the day clear and free.
Thoughts of endless virtues stroll by, waiting for which to be welcomed by the heart.
Still, none is made a home as undivided resolutions storms the brain for needy growth;
Like a self driven by the wind, is the trickling of a firm resolve waving through its searching heart.
Yet memories pervades it too, demanding for a negotiable space to own its reign,
Never, never again will all these pull its weight on you, for a steady ground will you emerge victorious.

For in the growing of self, history was formed, and without error were you carved;
To search the world for fame or shame, of which either shall stand its gain.
You till and sweat with suffering for bread, hoping for bread to earn you strength.
And yes, you emerge a conqueror in thy conquest and quickly is forgotten all you strive to get you there.
The gifts you plunge as you await to implore, power, women and wealth stashed to your humble abode.
When without warning you heed the pride you rot so deep that without notice you’re quickly dethroned.

Then like a thunderbolt, it strikes you with remorse, that the world moves without a floss,
Hoping to glide and swim in its waters, unaware that you’re stagnant and thus replaced;
Now you know its by chance, choice of turns to enter and leaves its stage only but once,
But no you wish to fight and hope to remain the greatest creature to forever be first that ever lived.

Who told you that such is the trend, when there are others who had being where you stand but at different ways,
Their methods make the world accord them with accolades, in simple and effortlessly beckoned push.
That at times, it cot you your fame, replaced when there’s a struggle of unique streaks,
And like past you remain glorious, when at every future they make the headlines;
Now you know its about some certain trend that needs to be shaken with some pluses and minuses of your being.

So is the principles that has now made you almost extant, while these silently famous people makes news,
Their composition different from yours, that to be like them you quietly dump the awards you’ve won.
Such is the change sought to equal yourselves with them, in shocking discovery they too share some you;
The you in weaknesses endeared becomes the production of talents endured;
The you in talents won is their quiet path for future borne;
The you in those things you struggle to know is their rope of friendship savored;
That you you quietly hide is their obvious naked threat to perceive the world;
That you that screams in its entirety becomes their measure to motivate the you that prays the world never sees.

What differentiates them from you is the change of priorities, self and many that is similar or unknown;
In contrasting and comparing, they too are not far from what, how and where of development of being,
Rather its easy to quietly pass them by with how you discovered them than to announce its process
Or even to switch lanes and paths builds the system of dialogue, communication and meetings;
Yet this is little compared to a zillion actions and reactions of you is the creation of you found in another.

To investigate further if your the only unique specie, will you be struck in awe of other shocking results,
Shrinks, Clairvoyants, Mutants of different discipline streams across the world, even more that equal the presence of Angels;
Like their presence is a kind of service to spring a fair balance of the world.
This too cannot explain your relentless efforts keep the search, more stunning revelations to rest the intention,
A Dream wanting a best of reason only explained by God of all Gods, the arrival of such is the You-Reinvented!

Getting to Change

If there’s anything you can’t determine or manipulate is Change. It makes or brings out the best or the unseen of a person. Either way, It’s what defines or elevates your inner traits and outer physical attribute.

Dealing with and Growing Developed Children

I refer you to cite this article as it is comprehensively stated by the author. A publication of this article is culled from her book of which I support you to have. She’s Gabrielle Principe and her book is titled: “Your Brain on Childhood: The Unexpected Side Effects of Classrooms, Ballparks, Family Rooms, and the Minivan.

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Camping Orientation of A Newly Trained Peace Patriot.

Marching on in Pride of Ego bestowed
Is the parade of man whom never dreamt a day like this,
Repressing quickly the pains that wrought such Victory;
Redressing the gains of newly found History.
Hail to those whom I now represent,
A para-military endowed in the training of Peace.

For in recounts of some thousands flashbacks,
Were some embittered tails and ignorant fight backs,
Before then but now perceived as transformed Combat;
Of Orientation in thoughts, actions and all.
Patiently will I tell my story
Of how newly odd thoughts changed a strangely unique Patriot like Me.

Is it the shocking arrival gift to the Camp,
The Drill of Carrying Bags on the head like Villagers on Transit,
Or the rolling of a White shirt turned brown
As its baptised in muddy waters while tossed;.
Oh yes, its done by a human to another Human,
Sought in Pleasure of large numbers of new comers.

Such was the deal that seems to be the drill,
Of expectant hope dashed in escapades of quick lightening.
I thought to be welcomed a fresh incoming cadet,
But to my dismay, behold a dirty bloody civilian;
To my deepest regret I felt I’m in the wrong place,
Though unknown to me this is a welcome gift.

Or was it another bizzare encounter,
A sound of trumpet commanding a thundering rush.
Out came all in white over blue clothings with socks and canvass;
Dare to dodge in the midst of them struggling in the push,
To be the first to arrive only to sit on your buttocks.
Pin your nyash, as its called in groups of three columns,
The standard procedure of how to meet in every call.

Most times unknown is the reason behind the call,
Surprising still the number of times to attend to such,
For it may be for Parade, Lecture or Tattoo;
Still one deserves to answer whenever its blown.
Of all the three reasons behind the reason of Call,
Parade is the mostly done exercise that was ever known.

A reason no Cadet or Officer may deny,
That Marching though of its own accords high repute.
Taught extensively above the rest like one who prays daily;
And more reasons too many to fetch.
We learned from scratch to finish how its done,
No matter tiring our bodies at first till our feet went sore.

Yet again is another reason of precedence,
The tattoo of which I can’t trace why its called so.
Described when all gathers to sing unrelentlessly,
Songs of Jungle experience and untraced lyrics.
Held every night and sometimes in the wee hours
Thus denying me from sleep irrespective of its reoccurence.

Then came the Lecture, the silently occurring program,
Scheduled at its due time like one assembled in a classroom.
Various topics of different issues discussed as well interactive;
From technical Professionals and learned Experts.
I thought I could learn dozens of lessons from them.
Unknown to me and my colleagues, such moments were quickly forgotten.

Those were the chiefly things that went by
Ad mist some lucrative things to animate the training.
That ran the course of a full months
With Breaks and change of location across its path;
It began like the day of the end should quickly come,
As the reverse is what I can’t describe is the karma I pray.

For the odd thoughts poured from my being,
The clashing of negative mood beating hard;
Wishing I waited for the end of the training.
Not knowing I was in the wrong build of formation,
For unknown came my deliverance and gradual departure,
Of Change into likeness of all its acts.

Days came speeding to weeks,
Gladly attuned to the training wrought,
Wishing the days counted backwards,
As I begged each day for its amends;
Though reverted can’t bring my mess so much
With the struggle and energy of today’s lot.

So friends I stand to gain after my blind anguish,
The training of so little compared to the course it goes
That in a month, these virtues of learning so much is taught;
Should it be in uninterrupted may end in six.
Ever grateful wells from me and my trainers’ commitment,
I’m a Peace Patriot, O world behold me as such!

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Pessimistic Bells

The sun rises above my skin with dim rays of hope
I seek to ponder in pending pensive premonition
How I wish to relate history in lyrics that can’t rhyme with tales
When life challenges to swing strife with unrelenting divides
Never to forget Success strides that rolls on through calm trails.

That one seems lost in the destination of Change
In new twist of different turns and themes
There seem to be the most wanted needs
Clashing with less desired wants and thrills
Yet these is ever difficult to spot in the development
Of the sojourn of experiences and encounters forlorn.

Never did one know the end of the beginning from its beginning of its end
Praying to perceive the trends of life’s favourite bends
Cajoled in the maxim, becoming his favourite words:
Had I known… Should I had known; I thought I knew
Starting with little efforts with early signs of giving up
Is the zeal of high motivation proceeds to faint dash of hope.

To what reasons is there that amounts to the piles of work
Left for the initiative of the wise to accomplish obviously seen
Motifs was there but now lost, Morale was high but now dim
All bought by excuse that tags him a Lazy Achiever,
Despite the frustrations present building like a bridge
A mountain its become in the Fatigue of Handwork’s Ridge. .

Its but a Mistake

You’ve bought a Land and have begun to build. Nothing was said to you till you were done. Then the travails of authentication begins with Certificate of Occupancy. And sooner than that a Tractor appears. With a quick notice he pulls down the house. Which lasted for two days of as this coincides with the day the family moves in. Thrown in Confusion and being numb you trace the agent whom got you the land. A fresh case begins starring you, the agent, the police and the real owner. In all the Struggle you discovered, he’s just making business as he tries to cheat the owner. Wife and Children seems to accept Daddy is the cheat. Oh Father please mourn the pain and start all over again but with patience to deal with things like this with a Pinch of Salt.

Wedding Day is here with Joyful tidings. Both Families prepare with sleepless night a colourful wedding endeared with lots of good memories. Off these come to church as well as Bride and Groom. All is set for the Groom to come to Church only to knock down a young child who never saw him coming. He forgot this is his day to cater for the Child as he rushes him to the Hospital as well with his mother. Still after all was done he was stopped by the angry mob who thought he was at fault but he pleaded for pardon nonetheless. He was set free seeing his innocence as he hurriedly came to marry his bosom friend. In astonishment, he finds an empty church. The Church was done waiting and the wedding cancelled. But all this he put aside except to make a second trip to the Hospital. His bosom friend waiting anxiously is now in coma of which he hardly knew if she’ll make it. She happens to be the only daughter in the family of nine. Now he has to add how to convince them all.
What a deep mess this is, lots of energies to explain as well as moods to display. A mistake of an Accident of that can’t be easily proven. Have faith for the Holy Spirit will save you from this one. If he’s to handle alone, he’ll lose everything and everyone.

Mistakes like this are bound to happen. It does strengthens the visions of placing our Priorities. Though inevitable it may still come. Either as temptations, Encounters and whatever its called. Whether prepared or not, it placed on you. Just to undergo healing, experiences and all.
Many think it can never come or over prepared is their lot but its a rude shock for such is designed by God. Just as one can’t read God, so One can’t tell what’s next. If good comes, Celebrate but for a little while and don’t get Carried away. Lest, it may be an indescribable account according to how your tell it. Mistake does not happen to a single person frequently as it does happen to different backgrounds, class of people repeatedly. A descendant of Temptation if you may call it signalling you to review the aspect of life one’s living. As each and everyone of we human beings have gone through such an encounter. What differs is the degree and number of times we fall for it.

The remedy and a relieving solution as well as step when faced to situations like this is to put on the right to forget as you weave it with the correction of building the strength of Positivity.

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When shall it be “When”?

Too much to say as even more is the pile of works
When either increases proportionally, or the variance inversely
Wisdom clothed when its reversed to shame empty words
Or is stripped naked when there are noises made from every sounds.
In Preference, one is above the other irrespective of its presence
For its a choice of the being who creates its path of Personality.

Who is the person that dares to make a start
In that change that is close to perfection
Though it makes such equal to God
Yet it is but a start amongst many other changes to face
Started with little things behind the will and priority
Is the union and fusion of harsh and search judgement.

Who emerges victorious in constancy and consistency
Over the tides, thick and thin between good and bad
Yet the difficulty to spot which is the neither or either
Construes and complicates but determine or motivates
The being entangled in life challenges amidst noise and works entailed.

In one is the ever strenuous strife to uphold and sustain
The character renowned across other persons involved
For in totality of such works brings forth the birth of Society
Filtered in multiplied acts of Virtues and Vices, Good and Evil.
Still Perfection doesn’t make the limelight rather in fowl cry,
Measuring the God-like tendencies through words and deeds

Thus is the pensive mood breeding lots of tensed actions
Triggering ignorant result of mediocrity and pessimisms.
Should it be the disposition of character portrayed,
Could it transform to optimism and finesse instead?
Such is the middle gate between all beings who build a life,
To swim between the Devil and the deep blue sea of strife.

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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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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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