emotions you can be sure there can be no motivation for the action that migrate into motion
MICRO FINANCE unknown to many is the sole panacea to mass poverty eradication in human society.The blog specifically focuses on the industry around the world but with more bias on Africa-unarguably the poorest region of the world.
August 19, 2025
Long haikus
Every lesson learned cannot be forgotten
They make the next experience sometimes
A wonderful experience with the impression of fruitful passage and trial
But if it sounds arduous it takes consistency still to console the grimacing minds
Long haiku
The beautiful fortress of the city is the citadel of wisdom and emblem of everlasting bliss
Long haikus
The emotions of the heart are the unbroken mist of street motions
They re the notions of the hearts
The immortal wishes of the hearts unveiled
Long haiku
The beautiful fortress of the city is the citadel of wisdom and emblem of everlasting bliss
Long haiku
Open your eyes but see with your mindeyes
Open your hands but hold with your bulging heart
Long haikus
Obey the dictate of time and it unleashes
A good formation of human senses
Without logic we hardly decode the senses of nature to which all things flow in their
lifetime of natural state and guided by natural law and not overwhelmed by resistance
Long haiku
Define your myth and let it work for you
Myths in other climes, certainly may not work for you
My Personal Anecdote:Jesus Christ is A liar
I think this is my most controversial piece and I did say with all due sense of responsibility and I do mean it.Jesus greatest liar and the day I debunked those lies the day my first set of billion came.The blacks till date didn't know why they were kept as savages in their history and perpetually destined white slaves and subservient to white supremacists was because of Christ whom they so much love to praise.Yet he made them perpetual slaves to white race for 400years of slavery and still waves of neocolonialism had not stopped
Personally the day I debunked biblical lies personally that was the day I made my first billions and if you were to asked me Christianity or Christlike issues is a curse to me and as freethinker skeptical of anything I devised a mean to make my money and wealth.I wrote the obituary of God several years ago in favour of mother nature the new religion in response to Friedrich Nietzsche's satirical God is dead .Not many recall the self critical piece.I had chased the influence in the dream and large smell of demonic influence left my body in the dream and I could come to my senses this dream and the smell related to my poverty and immediately not more than a day letter billions rolled into my bank accounts.I cannot explain it and I don't think my case or in similar scenario is ever found .We have to find what works for us and it can be stupid if we think what is popular might work for us.I think this is my personal anecdote to the repugnant remarks of others I don't care.
Long haikus
Shine in the midst of distress
Shine often times too when the sun is down
From sunset into sunrise in a lifelong
The sun never forgets good labor of love
Long haikus
Strong emphasis is evidence of truth
Much emphasis undertaken unveil the affirmative
Body language blinking structural deimphasis unveils falsehood and asperity
Wole Soyinka:The man with the World Greatest Revolution.part two
American writers took up the giant strides not where the British copy cats left off but much worse in an entirely new vista that sent shivers down the spines of world literary society.Littlewonder they were subject to harsh criticism by the British "
"Really?"
"Of course you hear me right because they couldn't produce authentic works and why would they in the first place because foreigners did for their masters and fought for them.It was like the same situation in Nigeria Yoruba fought for Nigeria in the civil war or that the Ogbomosho warriors known and popular warriors fought for Yoruba every time of the war.The same Ogbomosho warriors that colonised Europe for 800 years in the region Iberian peninsula now known as Spain and Portugal.
"You mean Ogbomosho warriors?What was the name of this group in question?"
"They were called the moor during the time of mansa Musa another Yoruba king the king of ufe now ife also ruled over mali for which he was popularly known as king of Mali with major achievement gold rich and built Timbuktu the third oldest university in Africa with the biggest library to rival library of Alexandria in Egypt then biggest and oldest.Sorry for digression please.They were heavily criticized by the British."
"Uhhhhmmmm.Copy cats!"
"Yes copy cat-- Americans too were subject to harsh criticism .You know the hard earned American war of liberation(1775-1783) was the first hard earned colonial power"
"First colony to fight for victory and freedom?"
"Exactly.so it is understandable why their books were harshly criticized before and after the American revolution.They too were heavily dependent on British which was why their books were harshly criticized.What do you expect mother copy cat to do as at the time to her copy cat toddler?"
"Jesus !I can't believe it "
"Better do.Americans themselves were painfully conscious of their too much dependence on the English literal models.Need I say that until 1816 the search for native literature never became a national obsession.Understood ?"
"Yeah.i never knew even the American society took off on sour grape."
"Yes they did and the rest of the colonies.An editor of magazine that criticized this malaise during the period lamented the state of dependency as a.........."state of degradation fraught with disgrace and to be dependent on a foreign mind for what we can produce ourselves is to add to the crime of indolence the weakness of stupidity ".
"Weakness of stupidity!"
"It would take america another fifty good years in a frequency of cumulative checkered antecedence to earn her cultural independence and produced epochal works of arts "
"Now those writers name them ?"
"They were so lazy too but they quickly recovered and lazily America produced her first generation of world class literary figures.The first generation of American writers include Washington Irving, James Fenimore Cooper,Ralph Waldo Emerson,Henry David Thoreau ,Helman Melville, Nathaniel Hawthorne,Walt Whitman, Edgar Allan Poe and Emily Dickinson ."
"Why do you think it slows down so much?"
"It was because of laziness and the exploration of fabled but lingering identication with england .There was excessive imitation of English or classical literary models and the inherent publishing difficulty catapulted by bad economic conditions.Infact in fashion and behavior also immitated the English and in almost every thing"
.Why would fifty years after their fame in England, Joseph Addison, Jonathan swift,Richard Steele, Alexander pope,Oliver Goldsmith and Samuel Johnson by portrait and Infuence still relevant in America ?"
"It was because of the same problem of immitation that lingered for so long before they could regain their consciousness.They were still being immitated and copied eargerly in America.
If you think the British were lazy but the Americans were lazier pioneered and took pyracy to the peak never seen before and so lazy to use their brains.Little wonder Benjamin Franklin the first self made in America according to David Hume taught them to use their common sense and not to be lazy.Due to the pyracy of anything British and Americans writers could not live on writing in a country where excessive pyracy destroyed the work of arts.The highpoint of pyracy in 1815 corresponds to the low point of American publishing . After they separated from Britain for the early writers writing did not pay,had no mordern publishers,no audience and no sufficient legal protection where editorial assistance,distribution and publicity were shallow, unimpressive and rudimentary.Apparently lack of audience and a worse case scenario lack of copyright law stagnated publishing.Regardless of the fact most American authors in 1825 paid printers to publish my works only few independently leisured wealthy individuals like Washington Irving and the new York Knickerbocker group or the group of Connecticut poets under brand name of Hartford Wits could pen their thoughts in writing.Benjamin Franklin rose from a poor family a self made printer could publish his own book.When Charles Brockden Brown author of several romance Gothic novels tried too but ended and died in poverty.Pyrates like Franklin grew extremely wealthy but most through reprinted volume of English authors and partly contributed to low patronage and demand in the Americans.Imported authorized English versions and editions were quite expensive and still heavily pyrated. Cooper's first book "Spy" was pyrated within one month of publication by four different printers .The likes of Michael Carrey another London printer based published and indulged in pyracy paid spies to bring pyrated copies of British authors to America.Printers awashed America engaging in pyracy at unprecedented proportion.Hence barely learned from history. After the copyright law of 1790 drafted by Noah Webster that protected only American authors and did not go down well with the British.So pyracy destroyed first revolutionary generation of American writers and thereafter the generation after them collapsed too. Nevertheless the cheap source of pyrated books did educate them in the first fifty years and prepared the minds of lazy thinkers for the next big wave at a cost of pyrated content as they began to appear after 1825.I hadn't read all these tides and facts beyond the book Alexander Hamilton the black man who founded america and greatest man ever. I got the first feelings from the book to uncover the secrets of Americans as lazy people in the early republic successive searches confirmed this truth .Franklin's Poor Richard's Almanac was published in 1732 and published in series made him rich.It was annual book of amusements useful encouragement advice and factory of factual information and has amusing characters like old father Abraham,poor Richard exhort the reader in a memorable sayings and pithy ways such as 'The Way To Wealth', that first appeared in the Almanac Father Abraham a plain clean old man with white locks that quote Richard at length.Quotes such as Early to bed early to rise,"A word to the wise is enough "or God help them that helps themselves " or what makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise he often counsels hardwork that diligence is the mother of goodluck,or do not be lazy"he says" for one today is worth two tomorrow etc.
Take a look at all American writers who can you compare with wole Soyinka?"
"Thomas Paine "
"That wrote only pamphlet on common sense?"
"But it secured Americans independence and quite a profound influence.First three months sold over 200,000 copies"
"Then after that what next? Soyinka wrote the first play at independence Dance of forest and wrote kongi harvest Nigeria's first featured film in 1970 first film in 1963.None of the American writers even British can be compared to him"
What about Shakespeare and Wordsworth?"
"Have you not heard Shakespeare is a mythical figure bare exist that most of the works could have been credited to Francis Bacon?"
Then Wordsworth "
"Even Wordsworth not as talented and influential as wole Soyinka.See J.D.Salinger, the author of catcher in the rye,From Harper Lee to Stephen king,Maya Angelou, Theodore Geisel , Scott Fitzgerald you cannot compare them to kongi.Ernest Hemingway , William Faulkner , John steinbech and Tony Morrison won a Nobel each and that is final,Mark Twain , Edgar Allan Poecannp hil"
"Exactly,you heard me right".
"That the British too didn't really write except that they copied more from foreigners like vikings Normans and the rest of them right?"
"Yes, exactly "
"That wole Soyinka is the greatest writer and most influential writer in the history of the world who saw all his labour in his lifetime both directly or directly and the most versatile writer in the world".
"Exactly "
"Also that the greatest gift black man ever had during and after slavery of slave trade is wole Soyinka and the greatest black man of all time and that no black comes close.Right?"
"Exactly.Let me help you if the Romans too were copy cats like the Greeks and the British cannons did the same does that really not tell you something?"
"Like what?"
That lazy writers dominated the world literary scenes with no commensurable power whatsoever beyond the militarisation of the their global economic power and yoked with stolen world.It was due to this technical error that made pyracy so difficult a global nightmare to deal.
The Possibility of Dreams.part 231
If men of old live on memory or experience and the youth live on hope what factory of factors do we think can tilt the balance in the favor of the former or the latter? Certainly it should be technology to oppose status quo and switch or tillt the balance in favour of the latter and that is what the 21st century in the world has achieved.Getting ahead of the weaker but experienced team information is certainly the key to such sterling achievement.The use of pragmatism and the exploration of pragmatism and the terminology involved in the strait indeed could not have been differentiated from pragmatism and strictly speaking pragmatic arts.The growth in the next century certainly will turn the hearts into a paradise and thereafter mankind will live forever.I do not believe God exist and I expressed probability in woeful terms when I say in my most famous sayings "Even if God exist he must have been an atheist and I wrote a lot about it in my play The Cosmos.
Pragmatic arts is a combination of creative thinking,strategic thinking and mental research that is extend beyond scientific research often limited to a particular scientific project say in biology or physics within those spheres of thoughtful influence.Whereas mental research is all encompassing and navigating more than one single scientific project.I think the use of pragmatic arts though grows exponentially still far from the golden age until the unthinkable unthinking part of the developing and third world countries could be mobilised in their teeming population to join in the encroaching bandwagon of pragmatic artistic use and revolution.We move from rationalism and empiricism only into pure idealistic rationalism and empirical rationalism respectively.
August 16, 2025
Remember what you know
Remember what you know
It may still save you
Again
Remember the glorious time
Remember the bad time
Then compare
Now apply it
And be a better person
Our final destiny
The days of failure
Are gone
Forever
The days of victory
Are everlasting peace
We must not shirk
Our critical responsibility
For the transportation
Of our kind
In the city of nation
That should be
Our final destiny
Good counsel
Good counsel salvages
the broken heart
Where the benignity of broken earth
Is forefeited
At the course
Of lifetime struggle
We should thrive
With good counsel
For the bliss impending
The voice of beautiful messenger
Thrill the beautiful news
Beware
Behind those good counsel
Many evils were burried
In the deep ocean floor.
Humility
You need extreme humility
To succeed on the earth
It takes extreme volatility
Pitched against this
wedlock of the wonda
Commotion the harbinger
Of this volatility
Speak to you
When often times
In the near terms
Humility evaporates
Do not quit
When the task is not done
Do not quit
When the task is done
Do not quit
Think twice
For every task
No rest
For the task master
Your generation in prison
Of those task not yet done
And of those task fully done
Honour your self
Honour your parent
Honour your siblings
Honour your neighbors
Honour your environment
Honour your community
Honour your society
Honour your state of being
Honour your country
Honour your world
Indeed the world is your oysters
That is how to honour your self
Charity
Charity begins at home
So says the old adage
But to most folks
Charity begins abroad
And neglect
to take care
of their home
Much pressure
By the need in life
Neccesity in life
As the mother of invention
Barely repairs damage
Which has been done
To the factual outcome
If charity fails to
begin at home
Wickedness may share
The same apparel
With it
So be a charity at home
The moment you believe it
The moment you believe it
An opening elsewhere
Is fabricated by those
Gigantic leaps of faith
And confession
It always does
Never ceases to open
For every positive motive
There is a positive word
And a positive result
Both substances
On two ends
Much
Collide
For wondrous outcome
So rejoice
The moment
You believe
When you say.....
When you say
It cant be better than you think
Then I tell You it cannot be
Better for you
Or than you think
We reap wages of sin
When we commit
The greatest sin
A doubt of the human dignity
Never doubt
Your personality
Is more than you think
Good conscience
Good conscience
Is the true price
And most holy
Trumpet
Of universal freedom
Freedom is holy
It does not flow
To unrighteousness
To undignified cause
But around good conscience
The true price of true liberties
Dont deny good conscience
If you desire to be freed
Unbundle Summit
Unbundle your impossibility
Before it unbundles you
Unbundle your challenge
Before it unbundles you
Reckless errands
Turn stale
Beautiful spring
Of a glorious dawn
Learn to use
Time effectively
Well targeted
At your impossibility
Hence unbundle them
Before
They unbundle you
That is your unbundle Summit
Perseverance is the key
We cushion
Every
Regret
With
Every palate
Of prospective
Ambition
When the first
Fails
If your logic
Hardly carries it
Boycot it
And settle
For the next
Wave
Of ambition
We may get nowhere
If every upset
Causes the
Dreamer
To surrender
Precious ambition
Perseverance is the key
Maintain it
Fight
If you fight with bare hands
You would face the consequences
If you do with matchete brandished
So shall you bear it and face the music
Never stop to fight
When the strugglings of mankind
Barely ends
Fight always
Even with your body language
To gravitate everlasting peace
To your door step
Believe yourself
Belief in others
Believe in your self
And we have so many
Fake disciples
Who hardly believe
Themselves
And faking belief
In others
First to believe
In yourself
Student belief
In others
Might decline
Verily speaking
Driven by soft passion
Rather than hard passion
Then believe yourself
First
For out of it
Are the issues
Of beautiful
Spring
Feed Your enemies?
We have plenty of food
To eat
And one day
My visit to the belicose grind
Unsettled my medula
Cross of hungry wolves
Cry of hungry wolves
Who will help them?
Practically none
Then I took the honour
What?
The honour of
Feeding ingrates
A friend had retorted
They dont like you
Do you feed your enemy?
What do you need?
They said your head
We shall kill you
And he runs
After feeding them
Be not desperate
Be no desperate
For help nor success
From the neighbour of yours
Who have what you need
In abundance
But will never help
You
Even when you re not
Desperate
He hates your existence
So try to be moderate.
Use common sense
Use common sense
As plenipotentiary
of the horse sense
Use common sense
Always
Use common sense
Your saviour of the material
And eternal life
Thank your stars
Thank your stars
And your head
When you re succesful
Even when you re down
Agitate same
Do not decline
Point of correction
Point of correction
Is valuable
When you make
A mistake
A grievous
Mistake
Then the point
Appreciates
In value
How come
Mistakes
Are valuable?
Why?
Take the knowledge
Learn
And move on
Bully your challenge
Bully your challenge
Not fellow humans
Spare not it and bully it down
Can you afford it?
I think folks
Bully not
Wrong headed
Folks
But
Nincompoop
Of yourself
Bully yourself
To achieve
Better personality
Hence bully
Your spirit
Bully your challenge
Not fellow humans
And alienate
Forever
Terror
In modern society
Forever
So bully
Your challenges
Shout
Sing above your voice
Never let any one block you
It may not be too long
The treat and rest of the world
Will remember you
When they hear
Your golden voice
Missing point in peasant region
Shout if possible shout
Shout!
O boy
Shout!
A Palm tree
He hurls down the palm tree
With the grand wield
Of impenitent matchete
To butch specie
For food and commerce
Palm trees are
natural wealth device
Oriented
For variegated purpose
Be a palm
Tree
Blessed home
Am a palm tree
Am a palm tree
O my palm tree
Am Blessed home.
Riches or penury
Good conscience
Brings everlasting peace
But maybe sometimes
In a full lifetime
ruined by mass penury
Tell me what pays
Riches or penury?
Then I choose riches
Use common sense
Use common sense
As plenipotentiary
of the horse sense
Use common sense
Always
Use common sense
Your saviour of the material
And eternal life
Never sigh
Never sigh when least satisfied
Never sigh when regret barely forefeits you
Never sigh when pyrhic victory never earned
Never sigh when disappointment barely vanishes
Never sigh when your feature is clueless and unprofitable
But I sigh someday when opulence dat on my bed and Never leave
My eternal brother
Health is wealth
As they say
Health is wealth
health o is wealth
I am healed by the
Word of my mouth
To affirm
Health is wealth
Pain departs
From my bowel
I am healed
I am healed
I am healed
I am healed
Health dawn on me
Indeed health is wealth
August 15, 2025
Unknown lands
Sail beyond the unknown lands
We clamour of those clamour
That none ever unravel
Yet no one ever spoke
So confidently and neither
Go berserk nor befuddled
At the call for introspection
There's no graveyard
There's no graveyard
To the immortal souls
The acme of the impossible
The joke of eternity
The unseen folks
That never return
Now our blather
But the world of the living
To repel the growing graveyard
My siblings
Skipped this Earth's blustering nightmare
To live forever
Not by antecedence
But by predestination
And apocalypse
May not decipher
Am an immortal
My thinking tent my thinking cap
My eternal home beyond grateful graveyard
Surmounted
Thereof my unbroken bones
Liveth forever
Am an immortal
Beyond words and actions
Beyond dreams and ambition
Ambassador of eternity
in the fleeting earth
Am an immortal
Am an immortal
Beautiful spring
Laundering seasons call for beautiful spring masqueraded as untarnished beautiful roses at the tryst of shuddering distance
Spheres of Influence
Spheres of influence barely grow dim
Where discounts are never given to dreary weather to sewer the perpetual nature of this glorious influence
Still I shine
Still I rise by Maya Angelou inspired this poem
You may write me off in your closet
With your calumny and diatribes
You may treat me down in your very traduce
And still like Venus I'll overheats the momentum
I shine
Still I shine
Does my sauciness belch your outrage
Why are you impounded with doomsday?
Tis my gigantic leap your nebula beyond the golden valleys
Still limping in your mottled ass and Achilles heels
Just like morons and buffoons in their meagre mires
With the certainty of their immaculate nebula
Just like waning tides of the beautiful springs
Still I overheats like Venus
Did you goof in your wildest ass and macabre humor?
Malignant head and malignant feet
Dropped shoulders with cringing navel
Dreary weakneed grimacing over forlorn sooth
Does my unruly cheeks with the grimdeath of the machismo draw your disconsolate ire?
Tis thy gold mine in the nocturnal strike forlorn amiss
Your beautiful orchards with striking apple and grapevine turns stale
Dreary eyes blistering hardly cut down
The beautiful orchards
Where the avarice fell off his crimson
And tides and metaphors with quirky cannon balls
Decelerate haughty moist in your denigration of beautiful vines
Still like Venus I overheats
I shine
Does my momentum seems to bother?
Does my unruly dreams ever shoot down your glowing sky?
That laughs maybe bellyaching than mere belly laughed
At the meeting of sordid cheeks
Coast home upon the waning tides of checkered antecedence
I overheat
I shine
Am a blackamoor beyond the nebulous nebula of prostrating negritude
Swollen feet bred and bears the fangs of freedom
Not allay driven to the allusion of broken reeds
Leaving behind thighs of scented serfdom and terrifying ghosts
Like Venus I overheats
Momentum barely fails me
As if like from the sorcerer's stoop
I overheat
I shine
Beyond the beautiful roses
Beyond the beautiful spring
I shine
I shine
I shine
Still I shine
Shall I compare thee to a beautiful spring?
Shall I compare thee to a beautiful spring?
Thou art intemperate than the foxes are
Unruly beasts nudging the forest floors
And the spring bed for the spring time hath all too benign to kiss
Sometimes too hot like Venus to plaid craft with Machiavelli or like Zoroaster
And often gold plated reeks undimmed
Froth over fair mound for unfair roses.
Moonstruck,bats in the belfry, unglued ,unhinged,unzipped,screwloose,fruitcake nutties,mad as a hatter,cracked heels,barmies,bonkers, delirious flakes, erratic freaked outs,flippies out of their trees, dingiest,dippies,kookies ,potty screwballs, out -to -lunches,cuckoo-psychos, berserk apes and wackies marooned in wacky winces
O mad as a march hares !
Dancing kookies jeered at the moult for beautiful spring
Nope blather to baa and maa, whine and bluster fuss,
Nor alacrity to gripe
Swung ebb tides in skullduggery, monkey business song and dance,drunk machinations flew like a pawn of rainbow
Egregious mafiosi and unruly machomen
Hail where the golden lions surmount their golden stars for the golden hills
Old greybeard's gongs had melodies
To crease wanton clamours for the beautiful spring.
Whom shall we compare to the beautiful spring
So our shoal and creel amplified may garner the beautiful spring a repertoire of beautiful roses?
Old greybeard thereof sobbed greedily
Where pledged sinew from golden lions outmarched evasive mockery
Sing your freedom
Hail sing your freedom in joyous times
Hail sing your freedom in grievous time
The mouth of freedom bring you freedom
Your power is confession
Be consistent
Sing Always
Sing when you re in grief and distress
Sing when you re down and sing when
The mood is joyous
Thou shalt sing always to acclimatise
To the boredom of singing girth in appalling times
The mind who get used to songs in sunny times and bleary time
Stay above the munchings of appalling times
Beneath this disdain of muse,grief barely vanishes
Able to swallow he or she in the bleary time
Therefore sing always
Favorite
Favorite is always the favorite
Favorite is always the favorite
Favorite is always the favorite
Favorite is always the favorite
Favorite is always the favorite
An Ode To my Pyrhic Victory
Thou still not your throat to thrive
With pyrhic Victory
Thou showeth not compunction
To the melodies of silence
That hewn thee to the applause of my ode
Striving for gallantry in the mother's womb
A flowery tales of fabled roses intered
In the plummet of hazy clouds
Thy mates are funfares with the golden stars
Bounteous heralds of symphonies and vicissitudes slaughtered at their heels
Hark and hail:
Unknown melodies sunk in your nesciency
Are much more glorious than heard melodies
On the perch of eternities,they re much sweeter than golden roses are
Not the olfactory lobes to make sensual to endearment
But to the infinity of the cosmos as loop for endless symphonies
And to the supermen who live to hibernate thereof
It is an endless glamour shots that I wish eternity In the mortal's bone
Fair spirit above the grand canyon thou canst not quench
Beneath the woods and above the woods
Songs and songs of the golden eternities
Thrilled ad infinitum
The golden stars in their golden hills and valleys that cannot fade at the slaughter houses of time and seasons
Rejoice happy boughs not for the beautiful spring adieu
Masqueraded in thumping sate of the fugacious debris
To those sapping bones at the green altars beneath a jaundice but haunted mysterious priest
Where silken flanks with garland drest lowering heifer from the immaculate skies
From the seashore to the mountain built golden citadels
Not the desolate arts with attic shape yet with unfair attitude
But the pious morn with forest branches, beautiful petals and chirping birds and trodden weeds over cold pastoral
hunting dogs in the backwoods for the fortunate knights
To know the earth is beautiful and wedded to beautiful spring
And antecedence is the key to unlock those milestones
intered in the sand dunes and bowels of the thrilling earth
Sing my ode to the joy of pyrhic Victory
Not this sting and time with the pyrates of dreams
But the immaculate knighterrants
Pinions upon horses
Bountiful well wishers of the golden hills
Smash hit bursters on the arenacious melange triumph yonder shores
A Sorcerer's Anecdote
I met a witch a sorcerer from my antique city "Ogbomosho"
Shortly after school I visited grandma and the witch in minstrelsy like and poetic undertones
Who soothsay my glorious posterity
To the dancing words of eulogy
Reveled in the prognosis like chewing gum in her scary mouth
As she says:
"Ibikunle's compound is greater than any one I Ve seen elsewhere
Ibikunle's compound is greater than any one I Ve seen elsewhere "
Then it took three decades in Lagos
To transpire and still counting
What a grotesque and a grisly scary!
Kiss your morn
Kiss your morn
With a vow
To rise
Above pettiness
Kiss your golden morn
With a vow
To break the jinx
And shoot to the sky
Kiss your morn
With a vow
And lo kick the ball
The golden balls of the unprecedented
And shoot away
And glide away
with the stars
August 14, 2025
Choice to shine
Every moment an opportunity
To shine
Every moment an opportunity
To fail
Make a choice
With what you desire
The former is my choice
Pyrhic Victory
To be successful trial
Is your university
When you graduate
The school authority
Will give you a garland
And a wreath if profound
What do they call it
"Victory"
Or as they say
If heavily fought for
"Pyrhic Victory"
Beautiful smiles
Beautiful smiles with artful optimism
Suggest indication of beautiful spring
Afar
There after it was fun running from the repugnant mess of golden valleys
Complex folks
Complex task for complex folks
Menial tasks for menial folks
If you change this law chaos stakes the realm
And take over the city and we lament
Of decay in every sector in every season
Remember
Complex task for complex folks
Menial tasks for menial folks
Plead thee do not offend nature
And make chaos our everlasting primogeniture
Indeed complex task for complex folks
Ravishings
Sweet roses, ravishing daffodils
Beautiful petals and birds on those stalks
Chirping beautiful songs tell the most beautiful story of a lifetime
Sweet Little Sixteen
I think at 16 to 17 years
I almost fell in love
With a girl talk lanky
Seductress with all her
Leggy and ravishing beauty
Smote my senses off my hood
It was like I was successful with her
Whereas I was not
Perhaps due to dread of simple machine
Engagement engagement engagement
What is engagement?
Death wish or something?
Nope
You know what am saying guys?
Just simple hello,I,I love you,"
Which I fail to say
Then the core engagement
Talk talk talk talk talk talk talk
It just didn't flow
Even thereafter in Lagos
It just didn't work out
Due to lack of money
Greedy for women
Lack of targeted choice
And the time switched away
In endless streams y
Fugitive land
Every passing day is a learning curve
He who learns them graduate every passing day.The university of fugacity keep close scrutiny on the fugitives in her kits and every man in the radar of time is a fugitive regardless of status and race and he who wins and graduate returns home with rewards for time pays no rewards to a fugitive.many die a bastard and a fugitive of time.He goes into wind farm that is struggling fields and dies there with no rewards and if there's a rewards and he not a fugitive and return time houses he or she in country house.Therefore be a learner so you can return home from fugitive land
Hands of time
You can never beat the hands of time
Just be careful to you use your time well
We are not always accurate but whatever you get try to stay wealthy and your sacrifice would never fail but not clueless sacrifice please take care of yourself and stay out of trouble.
My Father's anecdotes
My father had taught many things
Before we knew it and before we
Could say jack to realize the immortal
Benefits of those folk leanings
From the family's beautiful folktales
And radiant anecdotes we were already
Grown up.
From his travels around the world
Who narrated his memoirs in visiting
Every country in Europe
Down to visiting West African countries
By this time we were old enough to follow him
To the crash of family silver and the great migration to Lagos
And three decades thereafter we hit boom
Again and wealth returned into the family
Now in a big way
As we revived the family and we became globetrotters and travelled every country of the world beyond father's traverse.
Had I not seen the dream the voice of ancient man who spoke "
Kunle barely return home okay ;for you and your are globetrotters"
Waow !
I was shocked though not surprised when it happens.
Good Day
Every day is a good day
Depending on how you view it
If you think is a bad day
Change it with positive mindset
For positive confession
Beyond this sacrifice
Every day is a good day
Often times
A good day
For the elfin tailor
The tailor or the seamstress
Fabricate jackets or
Apparels with ease
Every day is a good day
For the entrepreneur
For the artisan
Even for the prentice
Almost every one trades
Yearning for the rewards
Of a laborious toil
Aiming for the neplulstra
Even for the slave
Hoping someday
That freedom is guaranteed
August 13, 2025
Listening
I am amazed at a poet Eamon Grenan
As if asleep in his work
Queried a common dog and he says
"I am watching Cleo our dog listening to Mozart 's Magic flute "
Then she asked"What can she be hearing?"
This sounds little rage
I Ve done writing why animal keep silence
And are good at that silence mongering
Why do animals Keep or how do they hear?"
Of course plants and animals by nature
Are the true libraries of the universe
They with the space hold infinite revelry of eternal information exchange
The birds sends information to the heavens
The spirit of the dead returns into the bush
When mortal died and at the point of hearing unknown to mankind like Grenan
His grenade launched tepid lust for unknown numbers
And certainly the numbers holds the fortress of facts
Lion in the atavistic era of simple life forms
Was a human being that matures
Into a God of the universe
If indeed God exists
Practically every species and plants
Store these sacred information
By listening and barely dislodge silence
From the repugnant logos
He stores information
By mere listening
Welcome
Welcome to your glory
If your faith is enigma
How do you know such axiom?
Tell me
Silence in the midst of tribulation
Long suffering the true ghost of love
Needy
Help the needy help the poor
Sometimes it will return back to you
A gasping overwhelm of hundred folds
Audacious frost
Does trusting little green leaves
Ever requires
An audacious frost on a rendezvous
Of one or two specks
For a sedate folk or evergreen youth?
A flinch of vivid red flaunching
Patch
Amidst the torpedoes of 🌞 sun's tremulous quivers
And gravy dust
Overwhelmed
By little race run
Over little tepid pool
Drown inward and outward
With winds tossing the lilacs
Laughing leaves mocking the sun
Not cremated beneath apple blossom
Of a wintry way
Bemused above shining queers
Accolades
Accolades witness the golden stars
Enmasse the golden hills annexed
By the feet of the gods to visit the city of gold
We cannot rejoice more than our applause
The spirit of accolades can take to places
Glues of golden hills in the worship of golden roses
Give it to accolades without with it cannot be possible
Who is Chaos?
Mother nature 's first spring
Is silence
The family silver of ontology
Then he plants peace
In the green field of silence
Then the weird sisters
Someday when they emerge
Planted violence,chaos
Who are the weird sisters?
Faith, probability and fate
Who coronate who?
Fate the king of existence
Reign over this silence
Division among them
Born chaos
Chaos what is chaos?
Wealthy sacrifice
Wonderful sacrifice blessed by grace
Is the best investment in a lifetime.
It brings fortune faster than the speed of sound and the speed of light combined.
Serve others and receive their blessings and curses
When blessings mature it brings curses
When curses mature it brings blessings
When blessings mature it brings fortune faster than the speed of thoughts.
Sacrifice is the key and above all things
Be in good health for a wealthy sacrifice
My Mother's Applause
My mother's applause
Often times glamorous
Upon my head
She pours me encomium
Tells me
Your eyes are like
Shrimps full of shrimps"
Dad had cautioned
Countless times
And it was so overwhelming
At her nuance
That she had to stop
That shrimps in my face
Means to afford folks
Beautiful things to eat
Never tire of beautiful spring
Wealth and prosperity
Never Neglect Competence
I can not neglect beautiful privileges
But to negotiate beautiful privileges in
Beautiful springs requires competences
Dating over mileages and period of investment on competences.
Grow your competence as the best sacrifice to open up highly competitive market
Do not complain opportunity comes but once
You will differentiate your self
Never neglect competence
Two men clash over ego
Moment by moment fly in your obscurity
Yes they fly by and you never know
It's like a dashing wings of wind
That you can't really hold them
So despicable and detestable
Yet you see it and abide by it.
Two men clashes over their ego.
"What can you do to change?
Change nature or do what?
Yeah change your self
Change myself?
Like seriously
Yes please
Do what?
Your self
Have you done so?
Me to change what?
You change your self first before you change others
I Ve nothing bad to change
I mean your work of transformation
Stop robbery, manslaughter,lies, perversion etcetera
Oh you mean that?
But it takes you two decades to handle
Give me time "
To change habbit
It takes time
And to hone new one
It takes time
Even much more time
Remember
Without character
Nothing like success
Is possible
Pure Gold!
My younger brother had incomprehensible
labouring powers who believed without your hardwork you barely make it in life.
He was cute,smart in the native way and innately generous but also unpredictable in the way he animate his gesture for vivacious engagement . Unlike me according to my creed you win in life by smart work and it was more like an unspoken contest in the family in the context of metallic body language's metalanguages .The semantics could say nope as he attracted all the accolades and eurogy and of my kind diatribes and cacophonies.To recall the golden words of a wise writer at a local cybercafe had cautioned my exuberance "If you re going to be a writer in this country you re likely going to go hungry but you could be immortalized forever "It struck like a cord ever since but the magic wand was nurtured moving with like minds and my few friends were lovers of literature and we discussed it and live it.My two brothers had lot of menial accolades working the whole enchilada of Lagos.Eldest brother gbolahan had gone overseas a composer and a symphony of global repute.We embraced the same logic but at loggerheads in unison unlike my closeness to my younger brother.Three decades in the languishing stocks of Lagos slums finally I was courted with greater accolades and I was gobsmacked at the level of my ideology when the overwhelming crowd of jeers,boos and applause sang and thumped my applause.Myriad of genealogies fell into this humor.Be a smart worker and not a labourer.Apparently it wasn't too late for my brothers to accede to my request and those fatalists with this strange mindset are in the majority.You cannot change people's mindset unless they re determined to and unless you shoot to the sky and show them otherwise.Those who fail to change their mindset probably never had a good role model and that is final.Human beings are much moved by realities than idealism but if any spectacular idealism comes around proven by tested logic and proven empiricism I think they fall flat.Pure gold!
Use Your Memory
Childhood memoirs so unique
A blend of hidden fortune and hidden trauma
That later evolution of the concerned human person
Sometimes might not get over it
Shallowed trauma can be life threatening
Holistic bliss therein could outlive those memoirs
Sometimes could be the standpoint of sunny times
That if a trauma draws you back in the early years might be the turning point of a later years.
Anyways old age lives on memory
At the penning of this poem early morning
I did hear a lass telling a toddler girl
"Why did you drown the soap in the water?"
Empiricism! empiricism!!
The older the age the more empiricism grows,the best homily to the animal spirit
Wouldn't she have made that mistake had she being a little bit younger?
Wouldn't she have drench the soap like the crazy toddler?
Empiricism plus infinity , empiricism galore,action plus knowledge empiricism grows .
As the thread of golden memoirs harvest the commonsenses,in the cascading consignment of action at sea less breach of duty perspires
Those not able to recall this wonderful memoir are bound and doomed so to say crash into the impuissant rock of ignorance
Ignorance is a plague
As mortals grow older the mnemonics slow down but not so to consumers of nemnonics .
The exact implications could be dire but we could not skid it so glaring in the golden morn of those who sing and those who weep.
That if a man is so intelligent it doesn't guarantee ultimate triumphs in life but it does matter
So use your memory use your thinking cap
Times and seasons
Times and seasons wait for no one
Your fleeting life kith and kins of times
and seasons
wait not even for the owner of life
Opportunities often times do not return
Once again when they re lost in the embroidery of squandered time
The use of time is a better asset
For the consumer and user of that time
Not even the user,the luxury or impact derived
Not even accolades and diatribes euphony and cacophony
As the sting of grief vanishes for the bliss of stardom
So to remember that this beautiful bequest
Is the endowment paid for by the dancing euphoria of fleeting times and seasons.
August 9, 2025
Belong
When you re much learned
Grown up in the appreciable mass
Of learning curve and learned curve
You have to climb the mountain
Leave the valley
And ride bikes with the big old boys
By then you re starting to belong
Rewards
The rewards of a lifetime
Might not be immediate
But a painstaking process
That evolution of time
Patience and sacrifices
Sown over considerable
Period of time
As the case maybe
When add up in the grand finale
Beyond the grand canyon
From the University of adversity
Into the University of prosperity
The rewards shall surely
Be earned in the
Most unpredictable and sometimes
Unproductive and unpremeditated
Channels
Gunsmithing
The fight in my school
We call it kungful
I didn't stop until I graduated
From primary school
I kept beating my mates
I was the best in martial artist
And every film we watched
From Bruce Lee, charlie chaplain
Down to jentli and Jackie Chan
We experimented them
Until my junior secondary
Fine arts had dominated though my best was in primary four and five and six
I once drew my teacher's portrait
Had declined prior to exit of junior secondary school
Three things abide
From judo,to fine arts down to immense mastery of dictionary
A budding lexicographer and later shaped by Shakespeare and wole Soyinka
In the later years
First nover at about 12 years
Then a colosus in Lagos
In the art of punsmithing
My true gunsmithing
Deployed three million vocabularies
In my gunsmithing of words and phrases
An obscurantist in his own right
Soyinka my forerunner
Memory
Object captured in your brain
Cannot be ommitted
Can never be ommitted
Truly speaking
It can never be erased
Especially in the leanings
And mould of fast learning kid
Use memory
Recall things
Both in theatrics and practice
Honest folks
Do you think truth lies only in you
And some other forces?
You never can tell
I think it lies
Only in you
It will take time
For you realize it
And then they might
Show it
In the course of events
Blessed is the man
Who is surrounded
By honest folks
When we
Lack this people
Around us
Life is not wasted
Take Empiricism
Those who know the way
To the garden of opulence
Follow them
Those who know the way
To the valley of poverty
Follow them
Take empiricism
And compare them
Then retrace your self
Retreat and return
To the better one
Better garden
Which one is the better garden?
Ask yourself and answer it
Be Diligent Always
Be diligent at your work
When it is not profitable to do so
Be diligent at your work
When it profitable to do so
Be diligent at your work
When there is dignity
Be diligent at your work
When there's no dignity
Be diligent at your work
When there's no affront
Be diligent at your work
When there is serious affront
Be diligent at your work
When there's no humility
Be diligent at your work
When there is serious arrogance flying around you
Be diligent at your work
Where there is no stress
Be diligent at your work
When there's serious distress
Be diligent at your work
When there's no grief and despair
Be diligent at your work
When there's grief and despair
Be diligent at your work
Where there is no skill and competence
Be diligent at your work
When there's skills and competence
Be diligent at all time
It is the best sacrifice
And best price of freedom
Yet when you re slave therein
Victory surely knock at your door
For out of its abundance
Are the critical issues of life.
Be diligent always
Attraction
Attraction is the key
Nothing in you
The world hates you
I think I was fourteen
I rode my inherited brother's bicycles
To school
They left home to school
And gained admission
Into varsities and academy
Then I was lonely in their inherited room
As the fourth child
In the family
I had two bicycles
All to myself
And a large room
With two empty beds
I could have been
A womaniser
And would have had
My babies much earlier
A privilege that many
Who did
Think
Those who failed
To do same
Are nothing but irresponsible jerks
Still I keep wondering
That lately
The room was empty
Then late daddy
Relocated factory to Lagos
Infact my only sister
As third sibling in the family
Had relocated much earlier
Before the two guys
Stayed with our uncle in festac
More or less like a house girl
Cleaning and taking care
Of uncle's wife
Then my last brother last born
Had three beds in the larger room
To himself too
And it was difficult to enjoy them
Then we both took the advantage
That we never really
Do
Cousins came along
And we chat upstairs
But I choose because
I enjoy the luxury
Of riding bike to school
More than anything
I think my brother
Rode the second one too
Rayleigh
While I rode better one
Nicknamed Benz
My friends flocked to me
Because of this attraction
Particularly one ferocious
One called adeoye
Wouldn't leave my said
And we rode back home
Almost every day
It was the only attraction
He saw
Not me as the prefect of student hooligans
In my school
And also a leading student
In English language
Give mathematics to my second brother
Sunday
And then I recalled
Was there no attraction in my life
than the bicycle?
I realized it was true
No one loved you
Unless they could get benefits
From you
Practically none
And it was truly evident
When daddy's soft drink factory
Crashed
We were booed silently
I saw the body body language
As semantics
I could decode the metalanguages
It was real
People are after attraction
Not you
Yourself is fake
If there's no attraction
Nobody loves you
If not for attraction
In most cases money
I said money
Or exploitation
Either to exploit you
For money
Or pack or collect money
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