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Monday, December 21, 2015


The topic today is diabetes

 in a lay man's language,what is diabetes

 you can say its d excess of sugar in d body,some will say its wen u
use 56cubes of sugar to drink garri,some will say its wen your urine
and sweat is sugary

Diabetes can be traced from 67ad,wen athletes eat excessive potatoes
to stay in shaped

 Diabetes is a condition whereby the pancreas is unable to produce
sufficient insulin to break down glycogen
 there are two types of diabetes and also two classes

types include
1: diabetes and
2: diabetes 2

 classes include
1: mellitus and
2: insupidus

diabetes 1,is a normal type of diabetes wen your blood sugar is 5.9-7.0
diabetes 2 is a severe type ranging from 7.10.3

 Diabetes mellitus is a condition when the insulin is insufficient

Diabetes insupidus is wen d insulin is sufficient but its too weak
how can diabetes be harnessed
exercise burns calories

A diabetes patient will rely on d drugs prescribed to him till he dies
because it has no cure .

Diabetes can cause

1: retinopathy
2: gangrene
3: excessive urination
4: excessive taste
5: excessive hunger
6: fatigue

A person suffering from diabetes is said to be suffering from d sugar disease.
Because ants tends to gather round their urine
 A recent research shows that older people tends to fall the risk of
having diabetes

Retinopathy is a condition wen d excess sugar blocks the vein that
takes blood to d eyes,thereby causing blindness

Gangrene is a condition similar to ulcers,it is when you get an injury
that does not heal,and needs to be amputated
There are three types of gangrene namely dry,wet and gaseous.

What can one do to reduce d risk of diabetes?
 Exercise is the key


FAMILY AGAIN(a poem by Sunsampaul)

You rock on a chair with glue
and expect to move forward.
Don't stay in despair get up and take that step.
Skill without zeal is like a car without an engine.
Going nowhere in expectant of nothing,vanity its like insanity.

It's summer a new cry echoes in the streets.
As birds sing and bells ring.
A new life it brings.
War has ended three years of waiting
Sirens has sounded
Daddy has resurrected
After two years of demise
Joy fills our hearts
Death has not prey over him
Pain has not struck
Joy to see his little angel
Yes the thought that preserved him
From the land of the dead.
It is Love that casts out fear
Now at last a family again.

Death or life
Lies with soul ties
Pains like rain
I live with no complains
Respected yet devastated
No one walks in my shoes!
All rich,well dressed
Yet I envy a poor man

One thing he has, no money can buy
No power can buy,Love even peace
Something I wish I had even a piece.
Cursed with riches yet wretched
and drenched with sorrow

A peace of mind my money
Cannot buy truth
But I  live with no lies
My heart longed for a lovely family
United with unity
Fastened to a strong tendon
Held firm by a bundle of rope
We live in the salvation of our saviour

In my family
Words are like art
We paint pictures not seen with eyes but with minds,the paintbrush is
in you,create your world and sculpture your views.
Words are weapons.
Words are flowers.
Word are paintings.
Words are more than just letters its an art.
When I remember how united we use to be
I felt like been in heaven on earth
I love my family
The best family
Family again.

PERENNIAL PSYCHOLOGY(a poem by Sunsampaul)

Thought flaunting like unseen alien
Deafens the ears of the sadist
Raping mind to sorrows
Like d humming bird causing melancholy to human dignity.

 Pains tormented
Joy dead in litmus paper
Vomiting fire like dragon lord
Lip jittering like bolster in anguished.
Enormous lingua franca formed.
Destinies truncated all for nothing

Deus unseen , worshippers worshiped
Night darkens. Eyes blinded. Day by day
Teeth gnashing. Souls raping destinies

My psychology in the philosophy of ecology
Has lodged in sociology of methodology

Aye I raped the thought of sadists
Leaving them like addicts
Spitting on them like real beast

I pay my due in dew
No time to count few
Because I live in real muse
To fuss my boo with much muse.

I lag in blanket in the market
Trading thought like jacket
Becoming an habit of sachets
All in the casket,machetes and bullets of sadist

I longed for righteousness
Just as Cleo patra long for immortality
Enjambments of my muse
Fell asleep in the thigh of fuse
Life is an irony that iron the sweet money in your family

Mayhap, many may have been psycho
But that doesn't stop them from behaving  like a hypo
I deduce my muse is sacrosanct
To exhume the slavering dam in your dungeon

PASSION WITH NO ACTION(a poem by Sunsampaul)

Passion with no action
what is the reason for your loving
if loving was a thought
whats the reason for entertaining emotions.

For once to think of love as a disease.
making the mind unfruitful
setting the heart ablaze
consuming sound judgement and rational decisions.

A broken heart like a shattered glass
you cannot see,until you close enough to feel its sting of pain.
caused by love at best

I'm blinded by ambitions, I'm guided by emotions.
I don't know my destination, but i race to my damnation.

Like a blinded drive determined to reach a destination. I'm reckless
in love with you.
see my heart.. feel my hurt. Because loving you has become my downfall.

Before I expire, just a little I ask, inspired my heart
to breath the rhythm of love so that i go with some hope that you and
I are unfinished.

Here's today, gone yesterday
Life won't change,the same remains.
In the shadow of existence
Reflections of death never fades.

Let there be love,the words was said
and there was love,twined with hate
Let there be life,the words was said
And there was life,twined with death.

In the midst of happenings the good and the bad is birthed.
Your choice is you path. To the unknown I journey..with every choice

It's those words we refuse to say that matters most.
like a hidden fountain of life.
It's those moments we share that lives forever more.
It's those memories we hold that warms our heart.
It's those hugs and kisses that nurtures our well being.
It's the laughter we share that beautiful song of festivity
It's in those eyes one loses sight of fear.
It's love unsaid that kills one's soul.

hats the reason for your affection

WHEN HARMATTAN HAMMERS YOU (a poem by Sunsampaul)

When harmattan hammers you
You begin to shiver like a busy river
Your nostrils become block like an ice block
Your brain vanished to forlorn dreams
That's when you begin to feel you're lodging between the thighs of a
dead temptress

When harmattan hammers you
You become a make up artist that start lacking customers
Mary-k become your worst enemy
You even give powder a breathing space
Even lip-sticks of various colour find themselves lost in truncated dreams
You start subscribing to wet lip alone
Painting your lip with rub
Wetting your lips like a clown who consumed
Oily substance and lost the thought of cleaning his mouth

You become a female.
Turning into amadioha with the way you bask in the thought of avoiding
scraggy lips
Becoming gay while
Wet lip made for lasses travels through your iced lip
Your face shiny with the amount of kernel oil you
Plastered on it

Your skin become feeble that it can tear at the slight of any scratch
 like that of a decayed corpse
Cold, fever, and catarrh
Now become global visitors that visit the corridor of your abode
Hot water you start making you regular water for bath to avoid been
flogged by cold water

When harmattan hammers you
Your sagacious mind
Rings the bell of using protective measures
You began to massage your body with balm
Your lip became a brother to rub

You always lodge beneath the sheet of bedsheets
Gigantic sweater you put on day and night
You refuse to lie unclad and lackadaisical
You even bribe nature to be kind to your skin
While you multiply the number of pyjamas you wear at night
And jump into the arms of blanket

Your lips begin to develop
Potholes and zebra crossing
Your lips create punchlines of poetic rhymes and rhythms

Your nostrils become stiff
Yet flush out watery and thick catarrh as fountain gush out water
Your palms become strong and you become a prisoner to whitish wind

#Sunsampaul d Philosopher
harmattan hammers you

DEATH(a duet by Decent and Amarachi)


Does the dead really have ears to hear?
Do they have mouth to speak?
Do they have heart to feel?
Do they feel the pains we felt mourning, rolling on the dusty ground
crying our tears?
Do they have eyes to see?


I doubt, but I wish, wishing the distance of the dead and that of the
living is just few steps as Ikeja is to Oshodi,
one thing is sure, am going to see you again someday when darkness
shall assail my eyes,
hopefully up in heavens’ pray that am forgiven.


Surely you shall be forgiven, for forgiveness is of the man in white
seated above the countless hills.
In deep pains I wept, tears soaked my lashes, my eyes turned red as my
heart bleeds,
bleeding cause I still could hear the voice of your existence beating
a loud drum to my ears, piercing down to heart.


You never got the chance to behold how white I have become, thought
you were strong enough to escape the dark cloud of death.
It’s so hard to accept the fact you’re gone forever,
I never knew your existence can hurt so deep until you left,
I know you've reached a better place but I could give all to behold
your face the second time, the hardest thing to say is good bye!


I feel so empty, I feel so cold, I feel heavy, wishing I could turn
back the fast moving legs of time
Yes! The legs of time so I can hear your melodious voice that's brings
a second life to dead souls,
you left dumping a huge envelope of pains and sadness in my heart.


How come they call it good bye?
How come the good dies?
They are different words and am wondering which one did granny to?
As my baby sister has always ask;
Where do babies come from?
I told her they descend from the heavens’ and when their eyes are
closed in death, they return back to the heaven in ashes.


In dust man was made, in dust shall man return
I pleaded crawling with my kneels on the dusty ground of ashes
I pleaded, drowning in my own tears
I pleaded to them with burnt offerings,
I pleaded to our ancient fathers to spare you the pains of dining with
our ancestral ancestor’s hopefully for a second life,
and they whispered “Dead men don’t rise”


Yes! Dead men don’t rise,
so when I drive down the lonely lane of the other realm, If I crash
I hope you won’t celebrate when the ground shall digest my corpse
I hope you won’t mourn my dusted skin sharing souvenirs
I hope you won’t squander millions pleasing our so called customs and tradition
For dead men don’t rise.

Decent & Amarachi
Peace unto those who mourn their love ones
We pray their souls are reserved in the cold flames of heaven and not
hot flames of hell.

DecentMySaint and AmiGold
Sunday, Dec. 13, 2015
2:19:46 P.M

WEED; MY NEED(a poem by Silva Ebieme)

Me, a troubadour,
Chanting praises for your ardor
Your sight I revere in my coven
Leaving my eyes misty and sodden.

You, my stimulus,
Awakening my sleeping muse
Erupting flows unstoppable,
Connect me with you like a cable.

Me, pain's mistress,
Lying here playing the damsel in distress
Oblivion, oh oblivion I seek
Sooth me and drive me to its peak.

You, nature's herb,
Doing actions more than a verb
Show me two paths where one laid
In Misery's coin I mustn't be paid.

Me, catch it with my nose
need no straw neither a hose
However, I'll take a style and pose
Wave this cold lest I be froze'd.

You, plant to the earth,
Draw me close, closer oh! Sweetly closer to death
Ruin my memories of happiness,
That I be out of pain's mess.

Tunes raised like fumes,
Tears dancing a ceremonial step
Heart getting darker, bloodier with every rising pulse
Kill or be killed.

Raging fit heaping like the sands
Thunder bellowing like rain's shower
Off setting all upsetting
Strike or be stricken.

Nasty drummers drumming war in the head
Tingling, ringing that numb sensation you heard
Hot tears making coffee on your lips
Anger or be angered

Eyes spitting venom like the volcano,
Thumping heart like the earth's quake
Revolving around thoughts suicidal
Murder or be murdered.

Eyes belying torrents of erosion
Smile convincingly suicidal
Different doors of death open to your comprehension
Suicide or genocide.

Darkening fury glistening the eyes,
Surging energy greater than the Goldsmith's forge
Vibrating through your bod like the whitering leaf
Offend or be offended.

With words setting fire to the rain,
Drown your rage in this tsunami
Bury your fears under the deathgrip of anger
Destroy or be Destroyed!!!

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DO OR BE DONE(a poem by Silva Ebieme)

Tunes raised like fumes,
Tears dancing a ceremonial step
Heart getting darker, bloodier with every rising pulse
Kill or be killed.

Raging fit heaping like the sands
Thunder bellowing like rain's shower
Off setting all upsetting
Strike or be stricken.

Nasty drummers drumming war in the head
Tingling, ringing that numb sensation you heard
Hot tears making coffee on your lips
Anger or be angered

Eyes spitting venom like the volcano,
Thumping heart like the earth's quake
Revolving around thoughts suicidal
Murder or be murdered.

Eyes belying torrents of erosion
Smile convincingly suicidal
Different doors of death open to your comprehension
Suicide or genocide.

Darkening fury glistening the eyes,
Surging energy greater than the Goldsmith's forge
Vibrating through your bod like the whitering leaf
Offend or be offended.

With words setting fire to the rain,
Drown your rage in this tsunami
Bury your fears under the deathgrip of anger
Destroy or be Destroyed!!!

IN LOVE IS NO FEAR(a poem by Blueadonis)

Dedicated To Blessing Nena Precious
We know of the things
That make pearls precious
Here, Salt water
Reveals the savour in the nave of ocean.
Each moment we share these candles of love
Our hearty minds are illuminated
As the keys opening each stages of paradise.
Your smiles reveal the cities of Light
After a flowering balcony of colours.
Colonades of rainbow
Become the stilt of our laughter
Each door of paradise in our togetherness
Conquers macabre by revealing the days
We sat on the staircase of joy counting stars.
We knew of the things
That created the fire of admiration
Romancing our religion of Pulchritude;
White water's flow,
Gale in language of the saints
And we sit to learn from the spirit of their hearts.
The beauty of our minds are the revelations
And true descriptions
Of the Kingdom of Bliss.
So we know that the sky is blue
It's perfect humidity of humility
Calming through mother-nature.
Lets set the words on the tablet
Taking each wisdom to beach of glassy sea
Taking note on the paper heart of angels.
Our fear is downed and dusted..ephemera.
This is the knowledge
'Love is blue as the sky Blue
So as sky Blue covers the world
Love covers multitude of sin'
(In Love is no fear)

WHEN THE DEVIL SPOKE(a poem by Babatunde)

When the devil spoke
The minions and legions scuffles as smoke
Whispering in the guts of hellish folk
Wide gates of brass for a madding flock.

The new rage is new age splutter
From the pirates' qay to the soul's anchor
Theories of imperialism spasming order
Yaking to the ebbing horror....

When the devil spoke
It was like having a cigar to the transversing smoke
Young and old warped in garbs of impunity
A cold morning with brute affinity

Then races created spaces and void; a rift for derision and apathy
Apartheid spread and wars spurns the thorns of woes
The enigma of a fiend shakens verily
For the sword of discord marries at throes.....
Then the devil spoke
More angrily seeing that his time is short
And machinery of guiles paltry
How art the mighty fallen
And age will come to naught. ..vanity is all vanity

HEART OF A CHILD(a poem by Lisa Banda).

Top of Form
Bottom of Form

Heart of a child,
So soft and tender,
Never goes wild,
Stays calm, hardly bitter.
Its a heart of gold,
So warm, never cold,
No grudge does it hold,
Joy is all you see when it unfolds.
A heart so small yet so big,
So little yet so precious,
So weak yet so strong,
Hardly sad, mostly joyous.
This heart may not hold much,
But the little it does is priceless,
A heart that's so forgiving,
So loving, so believing.
It is that heart that says;
You can do anything,
You are the best there is,
You are meant for the top.
This is the heart I need,
Sadly, as I grew up,
So did my heart,
But now I opt for a transplant.
Growing up may be fun,
But I'd rather stay young,
If that's what it takes,
To keep this dear heart young.
I've realized no matter how old I grow,
Or how strong I become,
I will always be much better,
With the heart of a child.


Lisa Banda is a Malawian lady, last born in a Christian family of five. She studied Business Administration but  has a passion for poetry.

SAVE OUR NATION (a poem by William A. Beloved)

Insurgency has been the talk in town.
Outside not sleep a crown,
That's an hallucination in this Case.
I thought we are no longer at ease.
Soul have been dizzy and drowning,
Our brethren have been wailing and mourning.
We need the change Mr. President.
Brotherly souls have change their resident,
To where they weep no more.
Mothers of host are there in sore.
Save the nation,
And cease our people lamentation,
Puzzled in spirit and soul,
Buried In favour of the ghoul.
Save our people,
The victims of trouble.
Save our people from invaders.
Save our Nation from murderer.
Our people are innocent,
Save them from danger scent.
They've had enough of pains,
Our brethren are not to be slain.
Remember your word of fame,
There's no time for game.
Save our Nation,
From pest of carnation.
Save our Brethren,
From seas of barren.
Here and there, melancholy and  macabre,
Save our Br
ethren From the planet of massacre.
Save the Nation from bed of lies,
And thugs of corrupted flies.
Save our Nation from Slave of devil,
And rampant tales of evil.
Save us from poll rig tricks,
And filthy games of politics.
Our Nation needs transformation,
And exemption from corruption.
Save us from the snare of death,
And give us placid air to breath.
© Williams.A.Beloved
# Save the Nation
# 2015.

Saturday, December 19, 2015

FOGGY NIGHT(a poem by three great muses)

The cloud is blind
Blind to see the other side of light
Dream charters
Never long for the unknown to
Still in a fog formation
I rumble to the wind
Still no sight of light
FOGGY NIGHT...........
If I would
still no sight
If I chase
still foggy
I scanned
still unclear
A Journey before I start
End without a light
Light that sights you
Is not still
so why dreaming in your dream?
see vision and embark on a mission
For I know you will build mansion
With unshaking light
mansion so high
above the mountains of fountain
with the unshaking light
your glow blows the ember to reality
Reality is illusion
Everything is perception
Real scene of the unseen
Seem to be perfect as seen
But all is lightless
We only think it is real
For your journey to end without a light
Then you oft your light
Light up your light
I charged you
For your journey has not ended
It just began
Oh sojourner!
that light is in
the tunnel of outset
you start
you end
you turn
shallowness consumed the gait of completion
Completion never exist
In the journey of the mortal
We think we act
Still never build the ark
Just a speech
Which can never crest the light
the Maker created the pot
But never tells the pot to cook rice
You are what you cook
You are your seasoning
You are your recipe
Only ones maker complete
One uncompleted
Its in your hands to start well
And let your maker
we are but in the womb of life
breath often we which
fortune kiss us not in forlorn
since we hope
The creator is always with the created
Yes he created the pot
And also direct the pot on what to cook
If only the pot is willing
Else doom may dupe him
Who then unwrapped the cloud wonder sky
To eat the yoke of it
Who then bound the colours the chameleon can show
For this was not the shape of the universe in the beginning
Hope of hopeless hopelessness
That may stagnant you for eternity
Make a move in your hope
Else you are a hopeful fool!
What then is the shape of the universe ?
Are you your God
Where did come from?
Ask yourself
For the answer is for the prudent
The prudent He is
that blows breath of
hope that toxicate oneself above nauseating
Memory remembers
Then the newly born child eyes after three days
Legacy never forgets
The three years male cook
Bringing a mystic egg home
What then happened
They see right from birth
And male cook seize from egg.
Olusegun M Lawal
Olusegun M. Lawal was born into the family of Mr and Mrs Hammed Lawal.
He is a native of Kajola in Oyo state. He attended the State primary School, Dopemu in Lagos state.
After his secondary Education in Abibat Mogaji Millennium Secondary school, he gained admission into the university of Benin, Benin-City to study philosophy in the year 2012.
He is the author of 'What Must Not Be Lost' and also a poet who has published many poems. He is a prolific writer and the hope of his generation.
Momoh Ayuba Danjumah

hails from Ajaokuta area of kogi state, Nigeria.
He is a young writer, a poet, and a performance poet, a staunch member of POETS IN NIGERIA (PIN) and also a honourable figure in CREATIVE WRITERS
the author of "CAMPUS COUPLE" (unpublished) and Echoes of our land(KOGI STATE) (anthology) (unpublished) a Student of history and international studies in kogi state university.
Sk De Geniuz
NWEAJIE SUNNY.K, hailz from OMUMA LGA in Rivers State. He is a scholar of mass Communication from Federal polytechnic Owerri, Imo State.
He iz the author of the book titled; THE VISION OF A MAN IN NIGERIA, and He has written so many articles. He is a pro-active poet & a Senior Advocate of Poetry(SAP).
He is alzo the CEO of SK DE GENIUZ CONCEPT. NWAEJIE SUNNY.K, is also an Advocator for Woman (feminist to the core).
His pen is fearless and a respecter of no man, as it bleeds the truth without reserve..

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

TOPIC;WHAT DOES YOUR MIRROR REFLECT? 7/12/2015.(a lecture by Temitope Juwon)


Its the 21st century...Where
On a bed of heightened insecurities, complaints,grumbles,etc, there we lay.
Where there is a crazy need for everyone to rush.We live in the world
where we all want to be *BURLY and SLENDERLY*.
   When you peer into the mirror, what do you see?Do you see a
MADE-SUCCESS or a Failure in human clothing?.Do you see a
handsome,pretty,multi- talented guy and girl or a Sucker to the
core?What exactly does your mirror reflect?
   When I say MIRROR,I don't literally mean your Mirror.I refer to
your mind,soul,conscience, your thoughts,your judgements, your
decisions and overall,your conclusion....conclusions about your
  At the mention of God's name,every knee bows,they say. Now,I put it
to you.At the mention of your name,what strikes your psyche?Its either
you see and address yourself as a WHAT or a WHO!
  Our insecurities, we unconsciously allow get the best of us.We turn
them into some Priced assets but the truth is,they lack the ability to
add value to our lives.
Redefine your thoughts-"you are what you think".whatever you ruminate
upon consistently over time will enter into your heart and whatever
enters into your heart definitely will enter into your life and
whatever enters into your life is what becomes your reflection".This
relates to the principle of GIGO(garbage in,garbage out).What you
photograph and envision in your heart put forth an output,positive or
  I know of a Lady that died due to the fact that she envisioned her
slim body as a framework full of blunders performed by God.She was an
epitome of an immaculate black beauty.Due to pressures posed at her
flat chest by friends who thought life was all about humongous boobs
and butts,she comitted suicide and her chapter was closed.

 Change your self image,You seriously need to dictate what your mirror
reflects. Speak into that mirror and watch it switch its reflection in
accordance with your dictates,Be your GENIE,be your MAGICIAN....Become
a success,proactive, beautiful and all you crave because at the
cleansing of your retina,everything becomes new.

 Are people negative or positive about you?Do you think their
judgements should be shunned or held? Evaluate, weigh and make your
conclusions wisely.Let no one put you down. You owe yourself a
debt...and that debt is SELF LOVE!Acknowledge the fact that you are
great because you cannot rise above the level of your knowledge.

1.You don't like my looks,sort out your grouch with God.He made Me.
2.My greatest fear isn't that I am incapable,weak or a failure.My
greatest fear is that I'm powerful beyond measures.
3.You use your word to create your World..
4.You are not your hair nor your skin.You are a beautiful Soul deep Within.
5.What you say is who you are.
Why do you think we all nurse insecurities?

"I AM MONEY"(a poem by Silva Ebieme)


Life's so difficult; it's not fair.
I break the rules so I dont care.
I keep doing my own thing,
Pressing the bell and letting it ring.
Hurt not this hot pot...
In my life, life has built a cot
I am Money!

At times I think my shawarma isn't done yet,
Many a times my rice gets burnt.
The mass masked man's name's money
Keeps your clothes on; pulls it off.
Leaves you in the lurch; brightens your torch
Hold your breathes, breathes in the air.
I am Money!

Power flows through the vein of a thing so lifeless;
Takes the voice from the voiceless;
lends credit to the clueless.

Hi, hi, I... I... I am the high heights that doubles and cuts your vision.
I still am the "stay with the man",
" the man with the say".
More, more and more!
I am the 'or' in the 'more'
that takes you to the mall.
I make you horny, funny, cunny…
I make your boo call you honey.
I am Money!

Hi hi I can hijack your wedding like the fuel price on a hike.
Your life could be miserable than the muddy waters of Oyigbo
The guttural gutters can testify of your relationship.
Your life could even be sorry, gory if you have no money.
I am Money!

The idea is getting the idea from the idea.
My idea is I'm your ID.
Are your teeth still milky teeth?
Cause my tits tempt you sore leaving you insatiable till you think am
See your hands sweating cold as you caress my limp lively body.
I am Money!

Your car keys are a carcass
if your briefcase doesn't reward a brief case
from the men on black.
The road you ride gets nude
when I am to ride to your pocket.
Are you thankful when I bless your tank with a fool's wand?
See I climb time when time flies.
I am Money!

I am a fashionista with a star in fashion.
I've been known as the roots of evil-
May I tell you that I am the
Root, stem, leaves, branches and even the chlorophyll of evil.
Yet daily am the spice that spikes up your table
making you look nice.
I come in two fits
I "counter feats" when I'm original.
I burn bridges when you're making ridges.
I am Cunny.
I am Nanny.

®Dearly Reserved
Miss Word

LOVE IS WITHOUT SIGHT.(a poem by ©Akinlade Oluwaseyifunmi Sky™ )

Love was meant to find a way
Walking confidently into the confines of our hearts
Seamlessly joining our souls like Siamese twins.
Love was meant to be a map
Guiding us all through life
While we tour this world of ours.
Love was meant to be the spice
Spicing our homely home
Tantalizing our humble abode.
But. !
What happens when love missed its way?
'A walking weakling walking wearily down the lane'.
Then its true, love is blind.
Love begins to lose it longitudinal altitude
Soiled its attractive attitude
Which attribute would you then attach such attrition that cannot be attuned?
Love is without sight I insist
This isn't just about someone's painful plight
For I've seen lust clothed as love.
Let me then, chip in this cheap expensive piece
If ever you fall in love, get a glove
Never get your hands soiled.

©Akinlade Oluwaseyifunmi Sky™ 2015.

Saturday, December 5, 2015

DESTINY CHILD(A short story by Sunsampaul)

                                        DESTINY CHILD

      Once upon a time, in a dilapidated area, a village in the east called
Nkpe in Isi-uzo South Local Government Area in Enugu state. There
lived a young handsome man called Udoka.
Udoka has two handsome brothers and 3 beautiful sisters. His first
brother has four sons and Two daughters, his second has three son and one daughter.
     While Udoka and his siblings where growing his two sisters died of
leukaemia. Left with just only one sister named Oluchi. Oluchi is a
damsel that become the center of attraction in the village of Npke.
Touts in the village wooed her but she refuse, many plotted evil to
strip her naked forcefully and eject their erected manhood in female
sex organ. All this devilish taught run through the mind of four Npke local champion as well who planned to carry out the rape in the bush at ozala stream, where Oluchi always went to fetch water. Subsequently they tried carrying their devilish plan. But it was unfortunate for them because Oluchi always go to the stream with her friends. Out of fear of the heartless crime they were about to commit and the girls that never leave the sight of Oluchi while going to stream, they
change strategy of plans to rape her forcefully in the bush any night
they set eyes on her.
    Time wait for no man, in the subsequent days they failed in their plan
for oluchi is not an out door type. It is unfortunate that oluchi is the last girl in their family and still the last child. Ever since their father died of snake bite in the farm. Udoka the first son and first issue of   Ibe’s family, have been the father of his siblings and husband to his mother. Their mother, who had leukemia running in her blood, couldn't bear the pain of the cancerous illness and the sudden demise of her husband, kissed the dust one fateful night. She died without telling the children
about her illness.
     Time past. Wind blows, clock tick, things changes. Oluchi nieces the
daughters of her elder brothers died. The family was between the devil and dark blue sea. They don't know why their females die of the same illness. They went to several native
doctors to find out but all of them have no clear interpretation of
their familiar death.
    As time goes on. Oluchi had stopped schooling ever since her mum died. She is now growing fast
three years latter, when clock 15years of age. The battle between her and
village boys became higher. The more her puberty refuse to end. Her
boobs get larger and her hip becomes wider. The boys’ ego increase in
acceleration one melancholic night. Nobody is at home. The children of her two brothers didn't come to sleep with her as usual. And Udoka who had no child, due to his only wife died without an issue. Didn't come back from elders meeting on time.
     It was 8:02 pm and the owls are busy singing along with the Npke's
Nightingale. While others mimicked their song. Four shadows tiptoed into the hut where oluchi was sleeping with her short rapper tied from her burst to her knee. Indeed she wasn't putting on bra and pant. It has been her habit due to poverty has raped the mind of Ibe's family that they couldn't afford bra and pant for a teenager like oluchi. Oluchi who always sleep reluctantly like a pig , didn't know when she
was raped by the four heartless village local champions. The four lads were hungry enough to please their sexual need that they
had to do a quickie the little girl's private part was ravaged and forcefully ejected with their man hood as big as cucumber.
    When Udoka came back it was 8:46pm and the innocent girl oluchi was still sleeping like someone that has been drugged. Udoka stumbled on her feet due to the darkness of the room smelling of
blood shed. The odour of the room which has suddenly changed from the junked hut udoka used to know has become a hut smelling of fresh blood shed. He decided to find our what has happened. He lit an old Npke's atupka , a dwarf shaped lamp. He moved the atupka to different corners of the room until he get to the spot oluchi was busy sleeping like a decayed corpse. He found blood still dropping from oluchi's part
underneath the rapper. He checked and discovered her sex organ is now
scraggy .He cried out with a loud voice "who did this evil deed"
He quickly wake Oluchi up and scrutinize her. After which it was dawn to oluchi that her testis is scraggy and has been tampered with.
Oluchi was in trauma due to the pains that persist after that sinful
deeds of the evil boys accompany with her unknown leukemia that has
been killing all the female in Ibe's lineage. She was lamenting and soliloquizing. She asked" God is this how my destiny will be?" Hoping for an answer. Heavy tears rolled down her chin to the floor. She wail and wail but. Udoka was confuse on how to face the situation. He went to the village leaders and reported the melancholic story to them. They
listen as said they since Udoka and Oluchi don’t know the boys. They
will inform all the youth to bewared  that if something like that
should happened again   , the whole youth leaders will pay for it.
Time past, wind blows it now six months after that incident. Oluchi
stomach is as big an old woman carry two matures youth in her stomach.
A young girl of seventeen years with this suffering. Udoka didn't leave her alone. He was with her all through the experience. Their other
brothers and their families held the news and sympathize with Oluchi.
Oluchi became ill and her skin began to deteriorate like a person with
HIV/AIDS. She was taken to different native doctor, but all of them
said they couldn't cure her. That it is the same sickness that killed
her mum that if eating her up. The pregnancy is just seven month now and. Oluchi is about to give up her ghost. Udoka was in dilemma as he runs helter skater looking for solution to either save oluchi or her baby.
He took Oluchi to power Dibia in Ulordimiri ,a village two miles from
Nkpe. They embarked on the journey by night but oluchi seems to be
strong. She believe she will die soon .so she want to use her last
strength to get to the Dibia's place. Fortunately they got there. The dibia said she can deliver if she will be strong enough to push .because the baby his alive but
premature. Oluchi pushed and wail for 3 hours no positive results   .it was when she was loosing hope that the baby leaped in her womb. It was as if the baby was flogged   in her womb.
    She pushed for the next  thirty minutes and delivered a beautiful girls. She named her OLUCHI. She smiled at the baby and said to her. "Continue my life and achieve my dreams for my destiny is great" 3mins after this
touching words from mother to daughter .oluchi gave a long sigh and
died. The new born girl named oluchi was a talk of the down. That the demise oluchi could have the strength to still delivers. Many snap their feet that  the child will  end up like her mother because she is a bastard
while few came to Udoka's hut to visit the beautiful baby with lots of
    Six years later a widow with no child after been married for more
than thirty five years before her husband died two years ago, decided to visit Udoka to help train oluchi the baby of the dead oluchi. The widow is a very rich woman. She inherited her husband's wealth. Her husband's
family is also wealthy so she has no one to compete with her for the
wealth. She came all the way from Abuja to see Udoka in Npke, isi-uzo
Local Government Area in Enugu State. Udoka accepted to give her the little oluchi. After she had explain how she got to hear about the mother's misfortune and that of Ibe's family. She also promised to train oluchi in the best school and take Udoka to Abuja. Where she lives alone in a big mansion. It was as if Udoka Ibe the widower with no child and Mrs. Susan Danladi the widow with no child will become the parent of oluchi. They both decided on that plan. But not to re-marry each other. The matter was discussed with Udoka's brother and they all accepted and appreciated the kind gesture of Mrs. Susan Danladi. Years past, things changes. It as if God has opened the flood gate of
Udoka and oluchi. Oluchi grow big and more beautiful than her mum. She is the apple of Mrs. Susan Danladi and Udoka's eye. She loves writing. So that zeal made her won the best youngest international article
writer. She was in the TV stations of the entire nation. Britain,
England, Iraq, Korea, Spain, France, Germany, Italy, China, Nigeria
all Africa countries and countries in other continents watch her in TV. The journalist in Britain where all over her. To get more
information about her. It was like Udoka was dreaming when he saw
oluchi in TV.
    Time past. Oluchi became the centre of attraction in all the
continent. She was given the title of child activist of the whole
nation for winning the international short story article hosted by
Great Britain. She became a child hero at age twelve. When she clock fifteen she was given a scholarship to study in any
university abroad. She decided to study in Cambridge. She was the top
in the class and the only African in the class bought with light complexion more beautiful than the white lasses over there. She
graduated with a first class degree in Medicine. She loves treating
people and saving life. She practices her medicine in the British World
Hospital and was crowned the Leading doctor after she was able to
deliver a woman with five babies at a time via caesarian section
with both the five babies and their mother safe. She always called Mrs. Susan Danladi her mum and Mr. Udoka Ibe her dad.
Not knowing they her not her biological parent. They decided to tell her the story of her mum. When she clock twenty four years of age.
    On the night before her twenty fourth birthday, Udoka and Mrs Susan are thinking of who to tell her
while the other console her. Because they her certain she won't be
able to bear the shock of the sad story of her real mother. When the D
day came. Everyone was happy. She celebrated her twenty fourth birthday in one of the biggest stadium been the child activist of the world and leading doctor of the world, two great titles. They all came back home. She was tired. They decided to the her so after wailing she will dose off. Mr Udoka narrated the whole story of oluchi's mum bit by bit to her. From her mum's birth to her death. And how oluchi herself was born. How her mum fought for life during her race of leukemia been the cancer that runs in the blood of all the female children. Oluchi wept and wailed. Starting sobbing and wailing again. It was like a dream to her. Then she remembered the word Mr Udoka told her in the course of the story of her child birth. When her mum said. "I named you oluchi to
continue my life for me. For I know my destiny is great". At that
moment. She decided to be left alone. She wailed in her big room alone
until she slept off.
    The next morning. She decided she want to see her mother's grave. She was taken there by Udoka and Mrs Susan. She drop a flower on the grave and a note that read " mum you are a strong woman. I will never let you down. I have continue you life and I am a destiny child. Farewell
mum". They went home the subsequent day. After lodging in a hotel.
Oluchi decided to build a hospital of her and mansion in her
village and name it after her mother it read " Destiny Hospital - in
memory of Oluchi Ibe).
    Many people who were sick got treated in the hospital free of charge
, even pregnant women delivery were free. It was a charity hospital
and a renowned one that made the people on the nation who are poor to
migrate all the way from their place to Npke  just to receive the best
quality treatment from the best hospital free of charge.
     Oluchi began to have more followers and friends and she became an idol whose pictures were made a bill board in most of the She sponsored the
education of most of the children of Npke and develop the community to
better standards by constructing roads. Building more clinics. School
and bore hole water on every community in Npke. She was the talk of
the down. And most people that gave birth to female children give them
the name OLUCHI

I am Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher. A poet, published writer, spoken word artiste and an instrumentalist, studying computer science. My phone number is 08180861170, facebook username is Sunsampaul Egwu. My twitter is @sunsaint96. And my email is My blog is