Provarbs32

E DO ME WELL

2016-05-10T07:30:00.000+01:00

What a Terrific Time to come back! I know you all must have pondered on my whereabouts. Well, I wasn't kidnapped OR adultnapped, neither did I go to Dubai.. It's been work all through. I know you can feel the excitement as CHANGE is already taking place, why won't I be excited? I have a lot of gists for you but lets jump to the current matter. After meeting and being offered the opportunity to FLY his profile and NEW RELEASE, i was dead drunk in JOY..hahahaha. It's not a movie even though the VIDEO is in the works already. Guess who and what I am whining about... The incredible IKAGWU JOE..

For those of you who don't know him, here is a brief review...
Joseph Ikawgu Abutu fondly Known as (Ikagwu Joe) is a gospel minister sent to deliver God's people from all oppression via music. A graduate of Geo-planning from kogi state university has been in the music circles for quite a long time. He is highly regarded for his hit song "Odoba" which was nominated for best Gospel song in Kogi State.

With an exceptional Grace for the Afrocentric genre of Songs, IKagwu Joe is out again with an explicit Simple Choral work. "E Do Me Well" perfected by the Amiable Ace producer Rockytee shows his exceptional abilities to perfectly blend traditional flavours with the western concept; therefore, bringing lots of colour to the African gospel. This song would heal every form of depression as it appeals to All and Sundry. His previous songs like Odoba Ogagu, praise papa, Echegbe has become a reference point to Choirs of great repute and individuals with a flare for worshipping God in truth. When asked about his secret to this wonderful abilities, His response was. NA GOD COS... #EDoMeWell

How else do you celebrate a birthday... From we all here at Provarbs32, we Wish you a longer life in prosperity, grace to conquer more territories and a dynamic chain reaction explosion in your music career. HAPPY BIRTHDAY IKAGWU

E DO ME WELL is available for download right now www.mynotjustok.com/track/91461/ikagwu-e-do-me-well

Remember to post your comment, Retweet and Download the song. Show some love to a brother.. Oops

SHE WASN”T WOMAN – SHE IS A MAN

2015-12-02T17:59:00.002+01:00

Sometimes, I want to be hugged when am being silly and sad,

At times, I need to be flogged especially when I miss my dad,

The thickness of his laughter and the shrillness of his eyes

The excess love for his daughter, the experiments with creams of ice

The shadowy protection of his height and the nastiness of cheating lies

The frequency of their fight till mum of the house took flight

The soul of matrimony pictures now dead

And the love story leaves me confounded

The first night without her was horror filled

With replays of mom’s face, tear filled

And the new glasses she now did wear

For the sunlight she could no longer bear

No advocate to plead her case

For her parents lives within heaven’s gate

No flower in the center vase

For our home was long gone with fate

In pains, we saw her a year later

Sunken and emaciated

And the hatred for injustice grew greater

Drunk in helplessness, am a kid decapitated

And the welfare officer in sympathy cried

A holiday for a month – on his blood, he made it through

Hours beside her was heaven

But terror came at night in dreams

A replay of events before

Of the pictures of love on the floor shattered

And the blood stream that eased from her nose

The red stained eyes that needed glasses

The swollen lips in need of a warm massage

The boxing ring that was my home

And the victim who always is her

A recap played that night as I slept

Of the congregations of in-laws that threw her out

In native curses, beatings and shout

I knew not when in my dreams I wept

But I awoke and our tears together calmed my fears

She wasn’t a woman

She was a man

On the road to work by six

I finally ended class six

Days of hunger came

But her loving smile made them lame

On and off, was her struggle

She came out victorious out of the rubble

No male to pour her heart to

No arms to put her cold away

She became her own husband too

And feeling of wants she still keeps away

The Eve with no Adam she was

And on and on goes the buzz

She wasn’t a woman

She was a man

I tell of a princess that was lost

In all consuming eternal bond

With that man who sired me

In a contract of marriage bliss

I tell of the intelligence that was shown

When no other man was known

And the vision of that knowledge

That made us who we would become.

She wasn’t a woman

She was a man

Father at day; mother at noon

And the both at night

She stands tall where no man can

Her voice thundering high in achievements

The resilience so daunting

The menace of her will power

The ferociousness of her love

And that flowing river of forgiveness

She wasn’t a woman

She was a man

And now that he come begging

Still in sympathy, her open arms wait

Opening up that reserved loving

Is she actually sane?

To the woman who forsook all

To the woman who in my heart forever stands tall

To the epitome of godliness

Integrity and comeliness

To the woman who forever is a Mother

My mother

SHE WASN’T A WOMAN

SHE IS A MAN

DARK TIMES

2015-11-30T08:25:00.000+01:00

The Darkest Phase of a Man's life can't be shared even by his wife, divided by bits with the sharpest of knives. It is meant to be borne by him and I mean him alone. For some people, it is that time when they lose someone so special, probably a parent or a dear friend and no help seems to come in the form of the proverbial silver lining in dark clouds. It could be the health issue, that integrity-related problem, the non forth-coming college admission,capital-raising funds, who to love or what next to do in life.

Regardless of the form in which it occurs, every one must face it -head on! The response to that phase is consequential to the outcome of the man; its like the furnace in which crude oil is refined, the hotter the temperature, the difference in what product emerges. Like Jesus in the period of pre-cruxification who felt alone and helpless, he tried everything to push it away, yet when he resigned himself to fate that was when he faced it head-on like a raging bull and the rest story you already know. It is quite crucial to note that this phase is the making or unmaking of the man..It is the twist, that suspence in your award-winning story of life.

How Do You Survive this phase?

Accept it whole-heartedly! You are in it, enjoy it even if it doesn't seem enjoyable
What lessons do you ought to learn in this phase? That should be paramount in your subconscious sincerely.
No one would help you! Haha, I got you didn't I? If you are still soliciting for help at this stage, hmmmn..Even Jesus was forsaken by God -Nevertheless, commune with God.
It won't kill you. It wasn't meant to kill you, it was meant to make you stronger or weaker -the choice has always been yours.
Remember, it seems like forever but it doesn't last forever! The sun would shine soon, if you don't weep your eyes and make them swollen that you can't see the sun when it shines.
Seek counselling and support from people who successfully scaled through their own phase

And if you want to share your thoughts personally with me, I am eagerly waiting. Don't forget to repost, retweet, like and comment. Remember; The positive thinker sees the invisible, feels the intangible, and achieves the impossible. Do have a splendid week and Thank God It's Monday!

STANDING FRIEND

2015-11-28T08:11:00.000+01:00

A very Terrific Black Friday it was yesterday, with all the shopping I did (in my mind though!) even as a question boggled my mind. Why was it Black Friday not White or Red? That's a Story for the other day. I was so pleased when someone asked to meet our poet yesterday (Kolawole Salami) and I said Facebook him. The benefits of friendship especially when its true with no shades of black in between can be pure euphoria. Takes me to the note IYANU ADEBIYI wrote and yes I didn't forget our short review on her; but before then, enjoy this with your morning Coffee!

Standing Friend

You were there when
there was fear in my mind,
during the phases of bad times,
with trouble waters drowning me
and i could only but panic.

When pain filled my body,
and tears flooded my eyes
till I saw seven stars.
I bit my lips
wailing with worry in self pity.

You lifted me high
and made me realize that
happiness was drawing nigh.
Filled my heart with love
and made my soul bubble with joy.

love flows from your heart to mine
like a stream from a river.
Our friendship is a delicate decoration
made from all the precious things
in this world and beyond.
You are a textbook example
of a TRUE STANDING FRIEND Iyanu Adebiyi

THE BRIEF

Iyanu is quite humorous for the short while I have encountered her, a Splendid Writer that worships and expresses love via words. I guess "she's churchy" with an harmonious voice that I am yet to hear, must definitely be "Searcher of Thoughts" with a perfect blend of tomboyism -That's if that word exist., You can follow her @thenew_hersther

Do leave your comments as usual, it's always good to hear you, better to see you repost, retweet and reblog and best when you contact me. Have a scintillating Saturday!

I am in a Dream!

2015-11-27T07:30:00.000+01:00

With the discovery of some awesome writers and poets and stories that blows the mind away, begging our subconscious to reason on real issues; It's been a sweet week, I must say.
Here is something I would call a throw-back by A wicked poet KOLAWOLE SALAMIKolawole Salami

I'm in a dream

I'm in a dream, standing by a junction

With a path to my left and another to my right

With a knowing that I should go right

But a desire to walk on left.

It's a dream after all, no choice is wrong.

Straight ahead is a pile of green dust,

Swirling round a sand baked castle

Standing firm in a farm of maize

Secretly kept, but impossibly obvious

I'm in a dream, and people are running

I join them, and my steady legs take flight

They move forward quickly

But my legs are taking me backwards,

The quicker they move, the more of the past I see,

I see as I stepped out of the house with the desire to go left,

But they keep carrying me backwards, further from the present

I see as I stood and my hands closed round the sausage roll, rubbing the mayo in

Further backwards I move, and my trousers don't fit anymore

They glide off my waist but I can't stop to pick them

My legs are furiously racing towards

What others are running from.

I see as I tossed my clothes to the side

And jumped into the mini-pool

Imitating Michael Phelps in my own little way

I see my heads bowed on my class desk

With that little vixen looking round

Before doing ungodly things with our hands

My shirt falls off my body too,

And my skin is lighter than I ever knew,

My legs are shorter too, but furious as when they began to run.

My hair is low, but my hairline is advanced

I see as I was bathed, before I ran out to peddle my bicycle

Up and down, rocks and sand, bruises and sprains, laughter and more laughter

I see as I was fed, strapped between two thighs,

My mouth was open wide, but more went out than went in.

I'm in a dream, by a junction, my legs no longer running.

But I realised, that the events of the past have brought me to this junction

Giving me another chance, could be the last

To make a different choice.

I look to the left, my body is triggered to go the path

But I walk right, because it's what I should.

With a knowing to go right,

But a desire to head on left.

It's just a dream, but I have to still do right.

Till Tommorow when I take a sneak preview on IYANU ADEBIYI, please remember to retweet, reblog and repost.. And do have a terrific day, I always do!

The Entrepreneur Shit!

2015-11-02T12:10:00.000+01:00

Permit me to use the word "shit" as I sincerely hope not to offend your sensibilities. A notification popped on my laptop, notifying me of an event hosted by Founders Institute that I needed to register for at www.fi.co

Trust me, since it had to do with meeting the CEO of SimplePay, Mr. Simeon Ononobi and the CEO of Tsaboin (The traffic app that seriously gist's us on traffic in Lagos) Mr. Dele Odufuye, at a Superb location Savoy Suites, G.R.A Ikeja, Why not! I noted it on my calendar and made it there.

Funny enough, as privileged meetings go, it was for the Exclusive "we" and that is where my shenanigans start. It was quite amazing to see the passion, discipline and focus written on these men faces as they narrated their experience, Thank God they didn't tell stories else....else what? I would have still sat there. As, I was saying, they spoke about how they Pitched their ideas, got funding and the pitfalls of a bad pitch.

As they spoke, the entrepreneur spirit in me that I was desperately trying to bury, began to laugh as she resuscitated herself. Gosh, I really wanted to kill her because she never lets me Sleep! And i guess that's the idea of being an entrepreneur. Keeping the spirit high, not on weed though but on aspirations and hope, tenacity and willpower, and most importantly Action.

The question I asked myself after the event which I believe you need to ask yourself is: How prepared AM I? Do I have what it takes in terms of Know-how, Character, Business savviness and all the shit that accompanies being an Entrepreneur? Well you could better prepare yourself by taking a Daystar Leadership Academy class, join a school that prunes and grooms entrepreneurs (www.fi.co) and start something pleaseeeee!

I leave you this video to help inspire you and refuel that passion to create solutions, redefine Nigeria and put money in your pockets -did you think I would forget the money part? Haba!

And if you want to share your thoughts personally with me, I am eagerly waiting. Don't forget to repost, retweet, like and comment. Thank you and do have a splendid day. Thank God Its Monday

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Wisdom for a Young CEO by Douglas Barry

Who No Like Vacation Trip...But na money things

2015-10-29T10:56:00.002+01:00

Truth be told, I have always wondered why the "Real" Nigerians don't go on vacation and when I say "Real", I mean the everyday man that earns an average of 250000 per annum. I watch a white fella wake up on a rainy day, pick a flight to God knows where to have their "Meeee" time. Mr. 2kay sang "Who no like better thing" and tchai, na money kill am o (who doesn't like the good life, it just involves money).

When a man wakes up by 4 am to beat traffic (Literally!) only to arrive the office at 7:45, meeting a screaming boss! -not all bosses are wicked, Just saying. Rushes home to miss dinner, because he had another rendezvous with traffic again. With his meagre salary, annoying economy and many extended responsibilities, how do you expect him to budget for a vacation? Not to mention, he can't even use his proverbial leave days... Blahhh! This is the reality of the Nigerian dude against his hopes and wishes of having that dream life.

Well if your salary is like mine, then you know it would never buy you my dream ride! Screaming "The RANGE...." So you better do what I do, reinvest the salary in other ventures so we could party in Obudu Cattle Ranch, Sing Adele's Hello at Ikogosi Waterfall and Yes smile to the bank while at it.

I leave you this

Hmnn Hmnn
Life is simpler than it seems
Question the Impossible
Bear the Indispensable
Resist the Intolerable
and quizzically look at everything.

Do leave your comments as usual, it's always good to hear you, better to see you repost, retweet and reblog and best when you join me in making the money work. You can also join me at Helping Hands International (The best Network so far). If you do need Ideas, you know where to contact me.

Why You Just Won't Read!! (cause you are BLACK)

2015-10-27T08:58:00.000+01:00

Its quite amazing, how many things are said through words but none is really heard, especially when it is in the written form. Someone said "To keep Information from the Black man, Hide it in books" and I do agree. Yesterday, the initial comments on Women were born lazy from some pals made me realize that they just skimmed through the headlines and passed their thoughts without taking time to do the body justice.

Well, I do understand why they never have time. The economy is so good that they can't afford to buy a book per month, and the stress of putting something on their table saps them of any energy left to even peruse the pages. Oh, the library is quite far, moreover Libraries are for geeks and the Academia. Tell me, who goes to the Library when we have E-libraries. Wait, the E-library on your phone is just an app that makes people deem you learned or preferably, you just like the graphics of the app.

Are we too lazy to read or it is really true that our average concentration span is less than the Goldfish? "What the heck, I have no more exams!" "Am not even in School anymore", "Is there any promotional interview coming up?". It's not just books, magazines, blogs, newspapers, journals are included. For whatsoever reason we might have, hiding in the recess of our subconscious, we would always be in the past, outdated and recluse if we don't read (Not just the title, but the body to the end). Please do pick a book, an article, or better, Re-read all my post, meditate on them. And if you need reasons before you can read, then here you are : Why you should read everyday

Women were born LAZY! (African women especially!)

2015-10-26T10:22:00.001+01:00

Women are very lazy! You would agree with me, especially the typical African woman and not these new hybrid ones with ideas of feminism!

A bundle of wood on the head
a babe sitting on the behind.
Two bags of groceries to balance her weight,
Of course! Her shape is worth the wait.

Oil soaked hands
Blood filled basin
Smoky arena of aroma
Sizzling dances on fire

Dusty bands
Six bedrooms to be whitewashed;
Sparkling reflection of your crooked teeth
on the floor you step on with your muddy trodden soles

Sanctifying your Children bodies for school,
The backpack on the go
No "mama put" would ever do
as if she didn't bear the kids for you

She runs the show for the boss
making minimal their loss
healthcare check for the kids
what excuse would take her out of office

Fresh dinner is what he loves,
not that microwaved thrash she does.
So, to the stalls of vegetables and all -she's off
Gosh, why wouldn't she get the cough

This woman is lazy
Very Crazy...

Not even 11pm yet
Exhausted to hear how her day went'
but not tired to squeeze, the two jugs
that Nature willed, to Junior.

Doggy style he wants
Sleep she prays for
Missionary he gets
grumbling to the ceiling aloud

This woman is lazy
Very Crazy...

Househelp for what
not even in the days of his father
If the in-laws should hear
Then you had better marry your mother

This woman is lazy
Very Crazy...

"He is not a wicked man"
"I would do anything for him"
Spoken down, shouted on
Harassed and stepped on

This woman is lazy
Very Crazy...
High on Opium love
Very Crazy

Sir, So you have a Ph.d in Callousness
Marry an Househelp not a wife next time

Stoop low from your pedestal
and stop ranting

This woman is lazy
Very Crazy...

Imagine, the things the typical African women do on a daily, Without mincing words, Brothers YOU ARE THE LAZY ONE. Do say a kind word to the African Women around not those skinny things looking for a vacation in haaaaa!!!!! Oops, Buy something as you drive back in traffic today and don't forget to like, repost and retweet and have fun too.

TGIM (Thank God It's Monday)

ADELE: Finally we reach house!

2015-10-23T15:21:00.000+01:00

Am so excited, thrilled, hyperactive and you all know our love for Aunty Adele can never be lost. Lailai! Imagine how I felt when I first heard the name "Adele", I thought it was one of our Aunts that traveled out and forget us but naahhh, It wasn't. With her Album 21 playing on repeat on my small phone (You should have seen the phone, Tchai!), I was downcast when her voice hmmmnnnn "You know, thatszall" and she just disappeared for three years.

Suddenly, she teased us with a voice trailer of "HELLO" during the intermission of that daily what sef...and Yes, the Video of "HELLO" is out, directed by Xavier Dolan. Written by her and her producer Greg Kurstin, Hello is a tip out of her forth coming Album 25 (Whats with her and numbers?) which is coming forth on November 20th.

“Hello from the other side; I must have called a thousand times to tell you; I’m sorry, for everything that I’ve done; But when I call you never seem to be home,” Adele sings in the chorus.

The new album will feature songs by Bruno Mars, Danger Mouse and Tobias Jesso Jr. The album is available for pre-order.

Do have a splendid weekend. There is a JazzFest tommorow at the MUSON centre..Be there too. Drive safe, Church Hard (Where you expecting party hard?) and be you!

Today, I SINNED!

2015-10-22T08:59:00.000+01:00

TODAY I SINNED

I had blood on my hands

for somebody's son i slew;

when my reputation he touched.

Today, I sinned.

Started with money issues,

for the love charm

to keep her husband to be

Somebody's wife, i laid with,

poured my seed in her

to effect the charm;

and the husband to be,

was a close neighbour of mine.

My father's grandson

An offspring of my spouse

Distance must be blamed

and stiffneckedness be praised!

For the rules i broke,

when our divorce was final

so, the kids i never knew

Today, I sinned.

For somebody's wife i laid with,

somebody's son i slew;

A son to my wife.

Today, I Sinned

The shame, I will no longer bear

for the death around my neck

has made my words few

and the heavens call

for their voice i hope i heard

Today, I sinned

Haunting Dreams

2015-10-20T10:48:00.000+01:00

With the hustle and bustle of the everyday life, our pressing goals are at times relegated to the back. Education, Marriage, Work, Kids and the likes are pretty important to us but in the long run, you will ask yourself this question

Where went the dreams

Where went the dreams of glory and fame,

of shining lights and interviews?

Is this the end result of the game?

Where went the visions they saw under the palm trees,

of companies and conglomerates, of airlines and reverence?

Is this the idea that they got,

to serve as gate-men in the village-square,

revered storytellers in the local church?

Where went the missions to liberate their families,

of the shackles of poverty presiding over their lives?

Is this their contribution to sink deeper in the mire?

Where went the goals, the reason they were created,

to affect posterity in a magnified way?

Is it laziness that brought them here?

Where went their purpose -That, I can answer!

It's gone. Gone with the winds of frivolities

like the caterpillar that died yesterday

it would never be a butterfly.

Where goes your dream, Son?

Where went your dreams, Dad?

That Mad Woman

2015-10-19T13:12:00.002+01:00

Forget dictionary abeg! Madness is not the same as Insanity...

Living in Nigeria would definitely imprint in your subconscious that "Craze no be Insanity". And as they say, "To mad na small thing, Na the waka be the wahala"(To be mad is not the problem, it's the walking that is). Driving through traffic can at times be a source of inspiration but that doesn't mean I love traffic. Lol, I actually do. Without boring you I did see a Mad woman and my pen talks from here.

TRIBUTE TO A MAD WOMAN

You ask -Who a mad woman is?

She's someone's daughter -Obviously

A mother to somebody

Another's missing rib

a sweetheart to your brother

a God's splitting image

Serving His purpose alone

or the machinations of the evil twin in us

Majorly, That mad woman

is someone who has lost the way home to her senses

one who is not at home in her mind

A seer of things that be

an evidence of the strength of the body

a reason why you should be grateful

She has no dreams nor a hope of a future

That Mad woman

That Mad woman is who you cannot be

She's the missing piece that balances this world

the threshold between sanity and the ephemeral life

Do have a splendid day and don't forget to repost, retweet and comment.

If Clothes Could Talk!

2015-10-13T07:38:00.001+01:00

Morning to you. Sincerely sorry, I couldn't get to you this fast, the perks of coding or programming... I did meet an inspiring damsel who milked the juices and shouted Fashion! As an inquisitive thinker that you are, I know you have wondered how fashion came into being. Well, Guts must be involved.

Imagine; A man sits down and decides to help his scissors make sweet love with the fabric, and a design is the offspring. Naaah! It doesn't end there, he gets some sweet scrawny beautiful kids to wear those pieces (Must they all be Sexy, that should be the idea of it all) for FREE and walk around(No wonder, they want flawless skins, who wants skin diseasese? Oops, did i just say that?). Someone notices it, likes it and orders for a piece to outshine some at a function. Funny enough, they love it at the function and it goes viral....But a generation later, everyone trends the style. What if the clothes could talk, telling you the things they pass through; you'll hear something like this...

Gosh, she wears me well

resting gently and smart on her swell

chic and fab but daaah

she smells!

Lucky you, I rest in her cemetery

to be recalled when her body fits the symmetry

and sweetie, all for that naughty man of hers

who is clueless as to what swags means

I hate him,

wrong colour combinations

no deodorants or underwear

I lose shape to that gross amount of hair, yuck!

Young clothes,

glory not in your youth

for your season would end as mine did

when that D&G came and took over

Ouch, he sure knows how to rock me

suave red carpet events and lights

you should see the champagne

we can never fight

partying in the Caribean

dancing at the market square

am her favourite piece

praying not to wear out soon

I have died a hundred times

he washes me every day,

babe, i'm beginning to lose some shades

I wish i never knew him

If your clothes could talk, what would they tell you... Thank you for your comments, if you have a poem that you want featured here, do email me at aje1661@gmail.com and we would do you the honours. Do have a splendid day.

Haaaa! The DEVIL is WHITE; BLACK is DOOMED

2015-10-09T13:38:00.000+01:00

Growing up as kids, we all knew the Devil's favourite colour was black or perchance we assumed it. I watched a movie during the week and it casted the devil wearing black. Definitely, it got me brains dancing to a new reasoning. What colour is the Devil?

Album cover of THE DEVIL

Without being racist, westernization has done the African colour injustice and here lies my peace, yeah! I did mean my peace...got you there, didn't I?

Evil has no Colour; just a name.

Prejudice who never died
now resurrected in words
demeaning, downgrading subtle inference
in this court of law, I beg my difference

Black market for the black sheep
Black magic by the black man,
Black Friday, black whatever!
Black is doomed, Doomed!!
Since the christening of it's name was groomed

As kids, we knew the devil was black
in his flowing gown and well oiled horns
this we eagerly learnt from flying phrases
that ours, was the annoying and most envious of races

Tchai! The pot calling the kettle black
sometimes, I get vexed that I want to black out
but not before I give them all a black eye
and give them a black economy by throwing them in a black hole

Why is sackcloth black?
Why should there be a blacklist?
Must evil be written in a black book?
Must the plane have a black box?

Now that i have hit your black mark
Say your black-mass and stuff me in your black-maria
Call me the blackguard with no need for a blackmail

Do Have an interesting weekend, workout, relax, see a movie and remember to click the black box(literally) on the top right and take the poll. You can also leave your comments. Thank you for reading...*muah*.

CODE OR DIE

2015-10-08T08:00:00.000+01:00

I heard that phrase from my brother and it still piques my mind... "Code or Die"..nahh no one is going to code or die now, BUT hey...

I do code though. I have realised the power of words as a double-edged sword for whatever mischief thinkable and whatever good. “Who doesn’t know that?” is your obvious response, but let’s digress a bit.

Most time words…

Words create the world we live in, sharpens the wards we have

Words incomprehensible are all we need,

Words that make you smile…

Make you feel worthy, elate your self- esteem; give you that special high to move on. They make you feel so special, cherished and loved… words from your heart describing how you feel, think, see, smell and taste. Words that makes you sigh in relief, wipe the fears from our being, stops the tears from flowing…

Words gives us power, making the impossible reachable, makes your heart stop –adrenaline rushing…

Simple words…words like

I love you, thank you, you look good! I miss you, its okay, am sorry.

It tastes nice, will you marry me, and I’ll die for you

Words are the reason why we are together, why we talk and fight, why we reconcile…

Words… words… it’s who we are; we are the words we speak.

SENSITIVE

Am sensitive to the bombs between religious ones

Am sensitive to the harmonious mediocrity of music

Am sensitive to the whistling breeze

And the glide of the mosquito wings...

Am sensitive to the wave and smile of the trees against the piercing of the grasses upon my tender sole

Am sensitive to the ants searching for milk on my chocolate skin

Am sensitive to the undercurrents passed by the dresses worn by weather and nature

Am sensitive to the taste of colours in my bile and lemon on my tongue

Am sensitive to the smell of apple in your hair and the eggs in your lair

Am sensitive to the taste of fear on your lips

Am sensitive to the grinning hate circumnavigating in the soul of your eyes

Am sensitive to the aromas of the spiteful shit cooking in the lavoratory of your heart

Am sensitive –to your words for they are ash and harsh

Take heed of your words around me for they are cutting knives to my soul

And the healing balm for my spirit

Your utterance is my sentence to a dosage of lethal heartbreak

Your speech nostalgias me like a bout of bodacious fever

The healing balm upon my soul

The cutting knives for my spirit

Take heed of your words around me

Am sensitive, am sensitive to you!

Aje.G

You could build or destroy your company, efforts, workers or even loved ones with your words, do speak a pleasantly honest word to everyone today –even me! Drop your comments and remember to retweet, repost on every social media…as if the media wasn’t social before… Lol

WHEN THE MONEY WON"T "HYDE" (Hyde not Hide)

2015-10-07T09:12:00.001+01:00

Keeping one's ear to the ground, would tune one to the recent happenings within our own sphere. I was recently inboxed to do this! With the serious twists in my favorite t.v series "Devious Maids", one would think he has seen it all. "blaaaaaaa...", Tope would say "No one sees it all". There is a new series in town and its breaking the "Box", haunting Nollywood, its the "HYDE NOT HIDE" series! Did you just shout heyyyyy! Guess you did too. It stars Africa's most wealthiest, Ace actress "Diezani Alison Madueke"

Sister, abeg, don't mind them o. Is it that small money that they are shouting about? They may kill themselves when they see the others small chunks floating in some big banks o.. But sister, they say its that missing $20 billion oil money o, i told them you are helping them invest it! Anyways, I think we should start celebrating because Oga Dangote is no longer the richest again... Obviously, you are! I know you are not scared, or are you? What about Abdulrasheed Maina and the pension scam, or is it Stella Oduah, they were freed at last!

Big Sis, i heard that something else is happening, is it in UK, well they have nice prison facilities there and as long as you pay for my travelling expenses, i would pay you a visit. No! I'll rather hide in the Hyde!

HYDE not HIDE

Strolling down the open park

with all the green bags they can pack

smiling as the toothless dogs bark

they better watch their back

with the new sheriff in town

some already wear the big frown

with costly human lives as crowns

who says fishes won't drown?

What a perfect place to hide,

Billions in an antique priced house

by the neighbourhood of Hyde

in Lamoille County jail's blouse

with the ravens flying low

i'ts too late to go slow

with all the heavy-weighted blow

what if they stop the flow

Sweet the pleasantness

hovering after the dreams

of Nigerian jails

When the money won't Hyde

angry faces on the other side

who will deliver thee from this tumultuous tide

definitely not Dangote, bruised wealthiest ride

Thank you for always taking the time to read and smile, you are the reason i feel more happier daily. Do have a fly day but drop your comments and let me know if you think this case won't be swept under the carpet.

PROVERBS 32

2015-10-05T15:47:00.000+01:00

The words written by King Aje to his Son...

There is an evil I have seen under the sun, a beautiful woman with brains and character! How do they want us to cope?

image by Brian Morrison

Who can find a sumptuous woman, with degrees in sensuality and sexuality?

Her mates envy her for she has a diploma in humility and knows the dexterity of feminism

When she cooks, Heaven is at attention,

When she handles thebooks, even Professors are in confusion, for she is a marvel.

Her pride is in the works of her hands,

independently dependent of anyone,

shopping with skillful reserve that thy card be not red!

Who wouldn't want her to him wed?

Behold, her neck as long as her ambitions,

slender and sleek as the narrowly hidden treasures we seek,

so is her aura, shining on this convention.

Forget not the taste of her nipples,

Fear not the curves of her behind,

Hail her gift for causing heart throbbing ripples,

when thy lips in kisses bind.

My Son, whenever you find her,

do make sure you wife her

and forever life her.

Hear me my son, and thou would surely see the sun!

Take no offense when she has PMS

for at that time, the gods deem it fit that she bears no sense.

As the sky colour changeth, so does her mood waneth.

My Son, blessed are you when thou can recognise,

the woman, the girl or the mother speaking in her,

for thou would surely know which words to hold firm.

Never i say, never!

Say anything offensive about her weight, body or self,

that it might be well with thy peace of mind.

Forget not the benefits of having one woman,

and no other besides her.

That thy account may not be red, nor thy blood pressure high!

For what does it profits a man, if he spends on two rivers,

when one is enough to drown him!

Lastly my son, Tie this at the thumb of thy right hand.

God made a perfect man, but made his weakness, Feelings!

This is the evil that I have seen.

PRINCIPLES

2015-10-04T08:00:00.000+01:00

I was at the PLATFORM on independence with my heart in my mouth, my senses on alert and my pen romping miss book. Listening to the likes of Bolanle Austen-Peters, founder of Terra Kulture, that same Terra Kulture; Prof.Pius Adesanmi the internationally acclaimed winner of the inaugural penguin prize for African Writing on his book "You're not a Country, Africa"(you can check theplatformnigeria.com for the speakers and their massively intimidating C.V). This struck my mind like the Greek god Thor....PRINCIPLES

At the bane of Nigeria's present tantrums are principles and structures. you've probably thought to yourself 'Oh, I know that!' or 'That's so obvious....". OK, let's leave the structures for the government and deal individually with principles. What are Principles? that definition should be utterly left to you reading this post. you'll definitely agree that the basic "common man" in Nigeria (I really dislike that phrase though, No one is common!), has amplified his tendencies to be corrupt. Power and Status merely gives them the ample opportunity to express that part of them and trust me - they do it well!

Regardless of how you were groomed, the decision to do Right or Wrong is on you and not the society or it's norms. In such times like this, when the nation surges forward in the right track, I beseech you to examine the codes by which you live, making sure it's right. I leave you this Poem I wrote after watching "The Meeting" produced by Rita Dominic.

PRINCIPLES

Principles

bound on the wrists as shackles

of an understanding of Yes and No

Wrong is Right, so who really knows

A gift or a bribe

man, where is your pride?

Lessons enforced on us by the moral scribe

now churning in corruption's merry go-ride

How do we stand tall,

in an ocean where right is wrong?

How soon shall we fall,

when our deeds is not the same as the tongue?

Who then is Madam Integrity,

if the Elders, don't understand the concepts'

of honesty, fairness and equity?

All we have is tangled precepts!

Four becomes Six years

she can't graduate with her peers

the society can't grasp her reasons for tears

pay the goddamn teacher, let's party and cheer!

Lobbying for the appointment,

started not at the government house,

it stemmed, when, you paid for the admission

for the contract, you prepaid their commission.

they turned blind eye in employing that man

economic policies through money was unbanned

the introduction of that term "Kola"

ravaging our future than Ebola

Why should they play ball

when the world would rather see them hung,

for their refusal to join them in bribery's famed hall?

Shall we ever sing a new song?

Of right being right

and wrong being wrong

of Yes forever Yes

and No eternally No

Should we not end this talk

of the legacies we should be building?

shall we ever convince these folks

of the decayed foundation that needs uprooting

Yes, we must stand tall

and hope to God that Right is right

if we must not fall

then our deeds should be same with the tongue

Principles

on the wrist, bound as shackles

of an understanding of Yes and No

Wrong is Wrong, Now we really know!

DO leave your comments and remember "There is no right reason to do WRONG..." Have a sweet week ahead!

TGIF! what?

2015-10-03T07:39:00.001+01:00

I get to hear that flying, hugging, sweet stress relieving phrase every week, and i guess it's beginning to bore you as it bores me too. Common, who doesn't feel the adrenaline spiraling down their spine as CLOSE TIME approaches, with the guys making calls for the weekend ( You dare not forget the EPL!) and the ladies hooking up for the red carpet events and parties. one gets to really wonder, if they are "TGIF"ing because they worked hard or because they are lethargic. Anyways, I bet the latter!

Clearly, there are two schools of thoughts. The ones who worked hard through the week and need to unwind after meeting targets, achieving deadlines coupled with the ever self attaching traffic (Traffic in Lagos must be PMS -its unpredictably terrible). This crew, which i know you belong to, needs rest because they worked well and can't wait even wait till Monday - maybe because they are passionate about their jobs, goal driven or they have a spouse who is the zonal commander for Devil's Inc.

And we do have our Majority Few, who just loves the TGIF for the reason that they are the Propietors and Ambassadors of The Culture of laziness. Ask this crew what they achieved over the week and you'll hear, " well, i went to work and came back from work". Without mincing words, the bottomline is this, SHOULD I REALLY SAY TGIF?

Do ask yourself, if you achieved something worthwhile this week. If you did, Bravo! You deserve the world weight champion TGIF else, *clears throat* I comment my reserve.
Do have a fabulous Unwinding and to all my football fans, I leave you this:http://www.odikogoddy.blogspot.com.ng/2015/10/english-premier-league-predict-and-win.html

Al COMENZIO - (The Beginning)

2015-10-02T10:24:00.000+01:00

They say, every journey starts with a step, but blahh! I beg to differ, who says it starts with a step? Every journey starts with a Thought, a mapped out plan of the destination and purpose and definitely, your transport fare.
Since every pastor has his congregation, and I have mine with you (I have faith and I am pleading), please be prepared for the long walk. If you are wondering what the Journey is, its a journey of soul searching and service via words to humanity..So welcome to Provarbs32 where you and I will do everything that would uplift our country and ourselves.
So Bookmark this blog, Retweet the love, Facebook the posts and remember that Motivation is the reason why terrorists exist.. Oopsie! Do have a Fun
filled weekend.