OLUWAJIMI . J . THORPE

O Christ, you are so precious to me.  You alone among celestial beings came to redeem me. You alone among other celestial beings choose to die for me. You alone humbled yourself to be born in a manger for my sake. I betrayed you the day I welcomed you into Jerusalem, O Christ you knew that I was going to crucify you, and you celebrated your crucification with me. You alone wore a crown of thorns that I kept on your head.  You alone died for me and I being the crucifier. You alone died for me on the cross.   O Christ, and your last words were, "It is finished." You alone, on the third day rose again for my redemption. YOU ALONE, YOU ALONE, YOU ALONE  REDEEMED ME. Happy Easter, i pray the joy of celebration will never seize in our life as we celebrate the death and Resurrection of our lord Jesus Christ.  ©OJ Thorpe blog

In respect to the loss of a Great scholar, lecturer and teacher of the department of geography and planning of the Lagos State University, Nigeria,  PROF. KAYODE OJO who passed on to the Great Beyond on the 12/4/2017. In respect to the loss of this Great scholar and a role model, ojthorpe blog would be on hold for one week, apart from Sunday to mourn this painful loss. MAY HIS GENTLE SOUL, REST IN THE BLOSSOM OF THE CREATOR. ©OJ Thorpe blog

Good Afternoon. ©OJ Thorpe blog

When all becomes weak When I start to fade Will there be a reason For you to stay Remember beauty is vain Remember teeth don't stay Will there be a reason For you to stay When I become frail And words largely fail Will there be a reason For you to stay And when memories fail And I my self's stranger Will you love me And still want to stay When I can't tell My right from left Will there be a reason For you to stay You know I love you But I've lost how to care Will you still love me Oh my dear When beauty fades And I've lost myself Oh my dear Make sure you stay. ©OJ Thorpe blog

As the footsteps quicken, As my heart's race heightens, As my little fists swing in misdirection, As the wind tries to hurl me on its mission, I hear my mates scrambling as am I I see my mates scurrying as am I And the "catcher" chants merrily But fiercely "Boju Boju o" and we hid hastily. The chase was on But it was not the intelligent that won, Neither the strong nor the fast, But the one bestowed with all gifts. So "boju boju o" let all be warned For the "catcher" is on the hunt and is armed. ©DamlolaOmolaja

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