MY SPEAKING PLATFORM.

I have seen morning I know when it is dawn I have seen the sun shine I know when it is noon I am not afraid of the night I am not afraid of darkness I know the sun will rise

Shattered and battered My dream, the wind scattered Rain drench me Cold freeze me Sun bake me They war to break and make me STOP! STOP! STOP! Don't live Don't love Don't laugh But I am deaf I can only hear sounds of love Echoes of laughter Songs of life.

Kurtney was the hottest girl on campus, guys called her the most beautiful, her skin glitters, her curve was something to die for, her body commanded a kind of stare, the kim kardashian body will compete and still not win her in a body contest. Old and young men wanted her. She was aware of her beauty and she carried herself so graciously, with confidence and style. She knew how to flaunt her beauty. She didn't need to read to pass, reading was too much of a hard work, she had beauty to make up for her brain, she liked the cliche 'use what you have to get what you want'.  Lord have mercy, she used hers well. She slept with all the male lecturers, yes, i mean all, who could resist her? There was no Joseph among them neither were there any Joseph on campus to run from this Potiphar's wife. Her cooch was a public one, it welcomed everyone that had a pud or something like that, as long as 'dem get money'. Her poon was like a ripe rotten mango that attracted all kind...

When your legs don't walk as they used to before, And I can't sweep you off of your feet Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love? Will your eyes still smile from your cheek? And darling....' Ed Sheeran sang on as Desmond listened with keen interest. Paying attention to each word in each line of the song. The song reminded him of so much that he wanted to forget. It brought back memories that brought pain. Quickly, he tuned in  to another radio station and the voice of Doris took over the room. She was talking about love, he didn't like the subject because he didn't like love. He tuned in to another station and Ed Sheeran was still there still thinking out loud. Maybe all the radio stations had conspired to make his night hell. He turned off his radio. He was going to sleep but sleep like his peace of mind had eluded him. His mind became the radio, it played the song and he could not turn it off. He didn't know how or when his mind dived i...

I want my innocence back. I was very innocent before life stole my innocence. I like how i used to cry without being able to say what i want and my mummy will get it for me, she will say 'you want water? You want to eat? Should we go home? You want to go and meet daddy? You want that toy? That shirt? And everytime she asked, i nod a yes to it and she will get it for me. I like how i used to cry like the baby i was and my mummy will pat my back and say baby don't cry, she will ask 'who beat my baby?' she will lift me up, spin me around, throw me up and down, smile and sing me her own rhymes to lure me to sleep.  I like how everybody wanted to carry me in their arms and say she is cute, i love the kisses they placed on my cheeks and lips, it didn't mean anything, i never thought of the person that placed the kiss, it didn't matter if it was a boy or girl, cute or ugly. That was how innocent i was. I like how i used to bath outside, go around naked and my nakedness...

They are 7 billion people in the world, hypothetically.  7 billion people equal 7 billion lives and 7 billion lives logically equal 7 billion smiles. But what if I told you 7 billion smiles don't equal 7 billion amusement, pleasure or happiness same time. Hundred Eyes said in Marcopolo; If the gods are watching then we might as well put on a good show, but imagine no God in heaven and none in shrines and olympus watching us. Would there still be a need for a good show? I'd say Yes, of course. Like a smoke machine simulates the fog we see in a motion picture, taking picture is a simulation of our living condition expression, and a woman faking orgasm to simulate the process of boosting her man ego, are all processes you will agree with me won't stop, so as the height of conscious efforts to show the world we are making progress won't drop, and so the show goes on and on and on. And I can understand why we put on a good show every now and then, nah, slash the euphemism,...

I wait  patiently for dawn I will wait even in the dark I will not doze nor yawn Even when the bright day turns black I will wait, patiently for my dawn I will wait patiently in the rain I will endure the cold and not cry Even when i see people leave in their train I will wait for the sun to dry Patiently I will wait I will wait patiently and pray I will not let my heart race Even when others eat their prey I will wait for the voice of grace.

At the very moment you feel lost, and clouded with the darkness of sadness, when it feels like every line is broken and you can't read between the broken lines because the words are broken and the thoughts are broken just remember that God has given you everything. All you need to do is give yourself everything he has given you. Most times i remind myself that it is okay to make mistakes, it is okay to fail. But what is not okay is not allowing yourself to learn from your mistakes and letting your failure challenge you to succeed. Sometimes when i am scared, very scared, confused and unsure of anything, and the whole confusion, anxiety, fear roll up to lump in my chest, i realise that fear is more crippling than being a cripple. Weakness is not a thing to display like some sort of an admirable quality, but hiding your weakness makes you even weaker than you want to be. To be relevant in a world like ours, you need to show and prove your relevance. Show the world what you ...

She said she will not love again, and so she wrapped her heart and locked it in a bottle and put it inside her fridge. It will be cold, very cold. She will never crush nor love. She could even play with hearts, yes,  she will, she will shatter hearts with no mercy, just like Dan had no mercy when he broke hers into pieces and left every piece for her to pick and fix like a jigsaw puzzle. She will never love again, even if she wanted to, where is the heart?  Who will love with a broken heart? To hell with love, to hell with that feeling that makes you vulnerable. *** ‘hello’ I am Kyle, what is your pretty name?’ She turns to see a not so handsome looking guy staring at her, she almost walked away but remembered her promise to hurt and break hearts. She stopped, smiled at him, ‘ I  am Clara’. ‘Nice to meet you Clara, you are pretty’ ‘Yeah, thanks’ maintaining the simplest smile’. *** Who would have believed she could love again? She had sworn never to love, ho...

There are times you just need to send your faith ahead of your mind.

what does it mean to accept?  when you hear acceptance what comes to mind? Acceptance is a noun with divers meaning but i will just give a few definitions of acceptance. Acceptance means the act of receiving something offered. Like when someone offers a gift and you take it, it means acceptance Acceptance also means an act of assenting or believing. Acceptance in human psychology is a person's assent to the reality of a situation, recognising a process or condition (most likely a negative, an unpleasant, uncomfortable and the 'i can not do anything about it' situation) without attempting to change it or protest it. Eckhart Tolle defines acceptance as a 'this is it' response to anything occurring in any moment of life. most people are caught up in the struggle against reality, trying constantly to fight and change their situation which is their reality without realising that in the struggle they lost their true self, they lost the chance to be a better person...

You wake up on a beautiful morning, gay, with an electric flow of joy, like every bad memories you have ever had has been snatched away by the darkest hour of the night, like your life's clock has started a recount of your every minutes, like a fresh page has just been reopened for you to start writing your history, rewriting your destiny and making your every minutes count. Your joy is powerful and overwhelming, you toss and turn because you don't know the position to turn your body, so excitement can also be unsettling? you are surprised. You start to set your day's goal in your head, you will get up, brush your teeth, eat and go and meet Alhaji Bello for the contract, is it the contract? It is not your first contract, but yes it is your biggest contract. You try to reach out for your phone but you cannot, fine, the time should be 3'oclock, that is the time you wake up everyday to prepare for the day's challenges, you are not surprised at your guess, you know it...

I am sure i locked all the windows and doors, where then is this creepy sound coming from? I listened, the sounds continued, I couldn't decipher anything, it was like a combination of sounds at a point and one animal sound at another point. I couldn't name the sounds, it was like the sounds rats made when they are scavenging for food, later it became like dogs sounds, you know the type of sounds dogs make when they are really scared of someone or something, i kind of relaxed because my dogs can make those sounds too. Then comfort returned, but then it did not stay, I heard a different kind of noise, like a cat scratching it claws on the door, the sound was at first far like it was my entrance door the cat was scratching on, then it became so near like it  was the room before mine then it suddenly became my door. I froze, time stood still, goose pimple flooded my skin, my head was kind of heavy, my eyes almost dropped off it sockets, I held my blanket so tight, my eyes were fi...

Raging storm, unruly  storm You still when you are told to You hear and listen You are calm and quiet Raging storm your rage sink At a command Your bristle melts with words Words of stillness Raging storm listen, Listen to the voice in my head The loud silent cry in my heart Telling you to be still For i fear and tremble, the conflict Within me is great, outside, grievous Like fire, it fury nothing can contain Like the raging storm it needs stillness Give way to calmness, Let your darkness give way To light and your threatening  flash, Give me safety and surety Just like in the ship when you obeyed My master at his command to be still I command you storm to be still Oh! wave be calm and quiet For i am not of little faith I am a seed of the great, I have The sword, words of stillness Calm, quiet to fight. And so I don't beg you I command you Be still and calm. Raging storm. Viv

If I could, I would I will keep you close To my heart, in my arm Where you will be warm Away from the scary night Where you are afraid to sleep Cause the vision of fright Cuts deep into your dreams If I could, I would I will collect your troubles Roll them into a ball and Toss it into the sea I will build you a hut near The sea where the gentle Wind will whoosh your pain Away and leave you in serenity. If I could, I would I will be your eyelid that Closes each time the cloud Gathers in your eyes so There won't be a downpour I will be your tears that Never drops with pain I will turn your shed tears To raindrops of joy If I could, I would I will make you dream again I will revive and give life To your sickening stillborn dreams I will build you a mountain And carve your dreams on it So the world will see the Beauty of your dreams If I could, I would I will have you live life Over again with no regrets I will turn your mistakes To miracles, ...

Rivers of anguish, pain and sorrows Flows to streams, streams Of tears and of dead dreams Carcass lines in rows Hands separated from legs, all apart Life like flame, it burn The body cold as spirit and soul depart Death has visit and was not spurn Earth shakes, there is a hollow Heavy hearts, grievous grief Life becomes shallow Life is short, why make it so brief? Unnecessary shooting and killings What happened to being siblings ?

I walk, I walk Through a lonely path In search of the unknown With no guide, map or lead I hear voices, loud voices Walk, run, run, walk Which should I obey Can one serve two masters? I run fast, faster For I must get to nowhere in time The voice my voice leads on Then I run to a stop The road is divided, three parts Each one leads to a future unknown Dark, bright, dark-bright maybe Which should I tread? I close my eyes, I listen The voices were silent I look around, I see shadow My shadow, I am alone I must choose, I must One road is straight , smooth, wide The other dirty, dusty and bend The third grassy, never being grazed Thump thump! I hear beats My heart beats, it beats fear The voices returns Clear and loud they speak Take the smooth, fine road It is wide, there are more Footprints on it than others Tread on this one, it is bright No take the dirty, dusty one Bend, dark though it may look With just two or four prints But it is bright....

Well I think this whole concept of feminism is overrated. Yes, I share the same belief that women should be free, not like they are slaves, free from oppression, oppression from what really? Now, you may not know how much women face in a society, in a society where a woman does not have a say in it economic, political and educational affairs. A woman just want her voice to be heard, she wants to have a say, she wants to add value and she wants to know that she has your support, she wants to know that you don't think of her as a weaker body, they want to be free to express themselves without being reminded that they are women and that their place should be in the kitchen or in a man's bedroom as just a sex object, they don't want to be abused. But the just concluded America presidential election just made me to understand how much this whole feminism thing is overestimated. Really, what happened to all the FEMINIST? Why didn't the women go out in mass to vote for Hilla...

Gentle breeze, i loose myself in thee I surrender to your tender touch To your warm embrace, soft lips Every nerves in my body submits to thee. Gentle breeze, the tall green grasses Are in awe, bowing at your breath See how the leaves are dancing at your  Touch, they moan at your caress. Gentle breeze, i beseech you, stay Leave your love on my wanting lips Let your cool breath calm my body I make you ruler of my supreme being Oh! Gentle breeze, kiss away my pain As i close my eyes in total acceptance Of your healing touch,  Of your electric stroke Oh! Gentle breeze, my body i give to you As my heart beats away the rhythm of songs, songs unknown. P.S: just outside my house, under the tree, so i thought it wise to appreciate this free gift of nature. This gentle evening breeze is soothing. Plant a tree today.

Dearest future,  i can't help but to write you this letter, i just want to report my past and my present and all they have done to me, so that you can treat me differently and nicely when you come. My past and my present  have not been entirely great, at some point, i laud their efforts, there were times when in my past i cried every night on my bed, soaking my pillow because of pain, but my present sent me time, and it is healing every wound. There were times i was confused, not even knowing what you hold. Afraid to look into you, and when i did, you were too dark to see through, it only made me more confused. There were times  in my past i didn't realise how much of a gift waking up everyday was, i just lived my life as the day comes. My present has thought me that there is more to sleeping and waking up and more to the sky than just it's blue, black, and white. I am learning well. There were times i didn't know the difference between right and wrong, everythi...