OLUWAJIMI . J . THORPE

 A strong woman works out every day, Pride in her appearance she portrays, But a woman of strength kneels to pray, Her soul in shape, God leading the way.  A strong woman claims she isn't afraid of anything, Looking forward to challenges each day will bring, Women of strength show courage in the midst of fear, Declaring triumph through faith because God is near.  Strong women won't let anyone get the best of them, So skilled in defenses even if they have to pretend, Yet a woman of strength gives her best to everyone, And even on a cloud filled day still bright as the sun.  A strong woman relies on the physical attributes making her tough, In her search for power and money she will never have enough, A woman of strength understands that it's not about material stuff, Knowing that before becoming a diamond first she'll be in the rough.  A strong woman sometimes disguises her feelings shadowed by clouds, Unhinged when challenged on her poli...

The stork flew over a town one day, And back of each wing an infant lay; One to a rich man’s home he brought, And one he left at a labourer’s cot. The rich man said, ‘My son shall be A lordly ruler o’er land and sea.’ The labourer sighed, ‘’Tis the good God’s will That I have another mouth to fill.’ The rich man’s son grew strong and fair, And proud with the pride of a millionaire. His motto in life was, ‘Live while you may, ’ And he crowded years in a single day. He bought position and name and place, And he bought him a wife with a handsome face. He journeyed over the whole wide world, But discontent his heart lay curled Like a serpent hidden in leaves and moss, And life seemed hollow and gold was dross. He scoffed at woman, and doubted God, And died like a beast and went back to the sod. The son of the labourer tilled the soil, And thanked God daily for health and toil. He wedded for love in his youthful prime, And two lives chorded in tune and time. ...

Considering the state of the nation from a non sentimental perspective, it is crystal clear that the already deformed entity needs be sanitised. However, the cleansing process requires the engagement of ordained, certified individuals or group of persons.  This arouses or brings about the question; “who” , who are those that can, will, and must RESHAPE THIS GREAT NATION? A cloud of steam had risen from the earth and it is hanging in the air amidst the cloud of uncertainty, owing to the glare of the sun on earth wet by a recent torrential rain. The sun had emerged in all its scorching eminence even before the rain had stopped.  The rain is falling and yet, the sun remains undaunted in services. In a more easy form, the rain points its long slim finger at the old cargos (old politicians/leaders) that had given the nation a bad and deformed shape which makes it needs reformation, remoulding and reshaping. The sun which stands for the Nigerian youth depicts that as yo...

Every time I see the pain in your eyes A little part of my heart dies No matter how hard and how often you try All I seem to do is make you cry. You risk so much and take such chance To share your heart and your romance, You share your hopes and dreams and fears And let me in to all that's dear. All I seem to do is be mean and cold To fail to cherish, fail to hold I seem to fail to put you first You act your best, I am my worst. My mouth contradicts my heart My actions and thoughts so far apart, I love you with every part of me Yet act so cruel and thoughtlessly. I dream of you all night and day And hang on every word you say, Yet all you see is selfishness and arrogance Casual disdain and ignorance. Assumption and judgment and every thing's a test No matter what you do you're always second best, No matter how hard you try it's never enough I never hear your protestations of love. I say I love you and cherish all of our dreams Yet act...

A poem by the renowned Nigerian poet       My Lord    Please tell me where to keep your bribe? Do I drop it in your venerable chambers    Or carry the heavy booty to your immaculate mansion Shall I bury it in the capacious water tank     In your well laundered backyard Or will it breathe better in the septic tank      Since money can deodorize the smelliest crime Shall I haul it up the attic     Between the ceiling and your lofty roof Or shall I conjure the walls to open up     And swallow this sudden bounty from your honest labour Shall I give a billion to each of your paramours     The black, the light, the Fanta-yellow They will surely know how to keep the loot      In places too remote for the sniffing dog Or shall I use the particulars      Of your anonymous maidservants and manservants With their names on overflowin...

A lecturer bought a product from a student. It looked so funny because in the real sense he didn't need it. He only did that to appreciate the lady's efforts, and you know what, it's with no doubt a brain bursting move for everyone. In his own little way, he's encouraged the lady's spirit and who knows if that will be her core motivation to being a successful business woman? For as many passions and dreams that are dying daily, the main cause of their death is that people around them do not encourage them. What we say to people when we see them doing what they are doing matters so much to them. If you call yourself their friend and you never appreciate what they do, you are not what you think you are. It's not necessary you give them money.  Really, have you taken your time to discuss with them, encourage them and help them realize where they are getting it wrong? If my friend has passion for music but he doesn't sing well, instead of neglecting ...

Toyin! The road to my house is as smooth as The screen of a suffering slippers, In fact, there's no gallop, just a tìnrín Movement all through. Apart from that, My mother is like your mother, Beautiful in and out, If yours' African fair mine's African black, or vice versa. She's as cool as a natural dove Ready to have you with her So why won't you? Aside from that, My brother told me about you, My sister loves the first contact It was natural and fair. So why won't you? Toyin! As for me you are my Single dimple single goddess, Flat Flat I fall for your fore It's pregnancy reminds me of the Birth of Orunmila baba ifa. If you know you know. All I want you do is follow me home. David O. AKANO (KING JUSTICE)