OLUWAJIMI . J . THORPE

This is a poem I wrote  from the palm of a dark continent hoping to end with a quote. This is a bond that broke, a communion you ate at a community of bros. A vow you vowed not to speak but you spoke, This is a suicide note. This is a beast licking it's wounds,  a nation broken into two, three,  four pieces. I hear the hisses of evil,  the kisses of betrayal on the chicks of the people. This is the blatant lie we knew but still relied on the new promises, wrapped around the misuse of power used to break the rules. This is the conductor with no change, so you better bring the change you desire. This is the song of fire, sang by the choir on a Sunday service, Hoping to acquire pensions for retired civil servants. This is a satire to African's giant, But sad and tired like a dry joke. This is more like a poke or a sling shot, whatever you think is worth your short time. This is the truth uncovered with rhymes, This is a queue or a long line, h...

                In a state of oblivion, I search for a missing piece in me. In a state of oblivion, She was my only companion. In a state of oblivion, She wisperd words that lifted my fading heart. She gives strength to my fading heart when I hear her voice, Yet it goes dime like a candle in the wind. She makes my fading heart to reminisce on how she lifted my fading heart in a state of oblivion. She gives pleasant sounds that gives hope to the hopeless in a state of oblivion. In a state of oblivion, I searched for my resurrection. In a state of oblivion, watching and praying. In a state of oblivion, Her sounds gives me hope that lightened my faded heart. In her "The musical organ" I find Hope. ©ojthorpe THANK YOU FOR READING MY PUBLICATION THIS YEAR, NEXT YEAR WOULD BE BIGGER AND BETTER.          THE END 

Man, O Man! When without money, eats vegetables at home. When he has money, eats the same vegetables in a fine restaurant. When without money, rides a bicycle to and from home. When he has money rides an  ‘exercise bicycle’ at the gym. When without money, walks to earn food. When he has money, walks to burn fat. Man, O Man! Never fails to deceive thyself! When without money, wishes to get married; When he has money, wishes to get divorced. When without money, wife becomes secretary; When he has money, secretary becomes wife. When without money, acts like a rich man. When he has money acts like a poor man. Man, O Man! Never can tell the simple truth! Says share market is bad, but keeps speculating. Says money is evil, but keeps accumulating. Says high positions are lonely, but keeps wanting them. Says gambling & drinking is bad, but keeps indulging. Man, O Man! Never means what he says and never says what he means.. Life is not about what you ...

The budding shoot ripens unharmed by the scythe, Without fear of the press, on vine branches lithe, Through spring-tide the green clusters bloom. Is't strange, then, that I in my life's morning hour, Though troubles like clouds on the dark present lower, Half-frighted shrink back from my doom ? Let the stern-hearted stoic run boldly on death! I - I weep and I hope; to the north wind's chill breath I bend, - then erect is my form! If days there are bitter, there are days also sweet, Enjoyment unmixed where on earth may we meet? What ocean has never a storm? Illusions the fairest assuage half my pain, The walls of a prison enclose me in vain, The strong wings of hope bear me far; So escapes from the net of the fowler the bird, So darts he through ether, while his music is heard Like showers of sweet sound from a star. Comes Death unto me? I sleep tranquil and calm. And Peace when I waken stands by with her balm. Remorse is the offspring of crimes; My ...

I have noticed that some men have been relocating their families abroad due to increased and increasing hardship and insecurity in Nigeria. It is important for them to also know the implications of such dangerous decision. When I was appointed the managing director of the Orient Bank of Uganda in 2013, I couldn’t wait to return home to break the news to my wife. The appointment, I reckoned would improve my earnings, career and was in line with my set objectives. “That means that I’m resigning from my own job right away”, was my wife’s instant response to my announcement of the appointment. She was not yet done. “The children will also go with us. I shall make enquires about good schools in Uganda to ensure that our children don’t lose a session”. For my wife, she would not sacrifice her marital harmony for economic benefits or her career. She was a branch manager of a topmost bank in Nigeria. I was shocked. I pleaded, “please give me some time to go to Uganda, settle ...

This is the story of the first oil war, which was fought in the 19th century, in the area that became Nigeria. All through the 19th century, palm oil was highly sought-after by the British, for use as an industrial lubricant for machinery. Remember that Britain was the world’s first industrialised nation, so they needed resources such as palm oil to maintain that. Palm oil, of course, is a tropical plant, which is native to the Niger Delta. Malaysia’s dominance came a century later. By 1870, palm oil had replaced slaves as the main export of the Niger Delta, the area which was once known as the Slave Coast. At first, most of the trade in the oil palm was uncoordinated, with natives selling to those who gave them the best deals. Native chiefs such as former slave, Jaja of Opobo became immensely wealthy because of oil palm. With this wealth came influence. However, among the Europeans, there was competition for who would get preferential access to the lucrative oil palm tra...

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning