Its yet another Independence anniversary for Nigeria and i have thought: what should i ramble about? Nothing pops up in my cheezy breezy weezy brain…..so i carried out a survey with two friends. Sunday, my naughty friend suggested i write on “patriotism”. I declined because that would amount to betraying my conscience going by the… Continue reading My Patriotism Story: A Joke in Action
Alight my uncanny heart oh! Creator, Reverberation of pains in my heart heaps. Not for the open gate of obtainment; Not for the apparent restiveness of my generation; Not for my labouring mother; Nor for my toiling father. Alight my uncanny heart oh! Creator, I weep with melancholy glued to my face Not for my… Continue reading Freedom of the Body, Enslavement of the Soul
In quest for freedom and corrupt free nation; In quest to bind and kill the destiny killer We are biased with myopic myopia Seldom our thought That from the spring of wantonness loot; That from the ever open gate of obtainment; That from the negroid rock of age; That from the long gonna imperialist Lies… Continue reading Questionist Reborn
don't be deceived, your feelings is just a figment of your imagination and an illusionary perception of the perceived reality that surrounds you everyday.......feelings, emotions, and attitudes change as one grows up under different circumstances at different times.
That moment in your life when your senses of lost battle goads you right in the face and the only thing you can think of is her pulchritude and personality which caught your attention or interest as your diction permits. You choose an action that you hope will give her a clue that you cared… Continue reading Wishful Thinking