Good day people, just thought you should know that The surest way to 'LIVE FOREVER' is to 'LEAVE FOR EVER' (leave something behind completely and cheerfully)... this is a humble sharing from my heart of hearts. I hope you enjoy the ride... welcome aboard! ...IGIT!!!

Am not good with introductions but I hope this piece will be self explanatory... let me know what you think about it pls...


TERROR IS JUST A LITTLE ERROR THAT TOOK 'T'

We heard the rumours and all we did was murmur,
What was once a little tumor is now causing giant tremors,
We have been robbed of our sense of humour because we refused to notice the clamour,
The son that should have brought us glamour has ended up shattering our muscles, tendons and even femurs,
Terror is just a little error that took T


He should have been tutored and preferably mentored,
Was meant to be lectured all the way while he matured,
Alone in the streets he ventured void of love and care and constantly pressured,
You complain now that he is not cultured when all the while he was never nurtured,
Terror is just a little error that took T


Now a bomber over here and yonder,
We paying for our blunders even though we claim we don't remember,
Many are sober but yet he doesn't bother,
Thinking nothing can hinder him from taking away your sister, brother and even father,
Terror is just a little error that took T


Where do we go from here since tomorrow isn't rily clear,
One moment there is calm in the air but the next a blast might rip and tear,
We are all gripped with fear even if its nowhere near,
But the fact remains that souls so dear have been brutally sent to an untimely rest up there,
Terror is just a little error that took T


The future is bleak because our spirits are weak,
Many are advocating we break but whose is Nigeria to take,
We are busy fighting for a piece of the nations cake when our future is being drained like a drying lake,
Its high time we fought for our nations sake by defending with integrity what's left of our stake,
Terror is just a little error that took Time...


STOP IT NOW! BE TRUE TO YOUR HUMANITY, SHOW LOVE ALL THE WAY!!!


...IGIT!!!

This piece was born from the grief of the Jos bombings... May God grant the bereaved families comfort always and protect us all... (Amen!)


SILENT SCREAM

She was only thirteen,
Yet she cheerfully helped her mum in their little canteen,
She looked pale, scrawny, fragile and thin,
And from her look you would doubt she was already a teen,


She was full of Life,
Even when working or chopping with a knife,
Her nights were usually filled with worry and strife,
Yet she constantly dreamt that one day she will be a wife,


It was time for her usual afternoon hawking,
Rice and beans at noon she was usually peddling,
Through the streets and market she was always plying,
Just to help with the burden her mother alone was carrying,


Suddenly she heard a frightful loud bang,
A surge of pain like the strike of a cobra's fang,
Her whole body seared and writhed with great pang,
While from a distance an unattended cell phone continuously rang,


All around her corpses scattered about lying,
It was hard to breath but yet she was trying,
She was cold and numb and also crying,
And she knew right there that she was slowly dying,


She clutched to her bleeding side as she lay down,
Dust and blood covered her brightly coloured gown,
Her soul quietly slipping free and totally unbound,
As she relived fond memories of her beloved home town,


You might wonder why I haven't yet named her,
Well that's cos she could be anyone's sister,
Maybe Aisha, Nnenna, Funke or Deborah,
But the painful fact is that she is now gone forever,


And just like an abruptly ended dream,
Her whole ambitions and desires were trimmed,
By our fellows wielding arms with utmost grim,
While all I could utter was a SILENT SCREAM.


... Pls, say a word of prayer for our great nation... NIGERIA WILL YET RISE AGAIN!!!

... IGIT!!!

hey people... thought to share this... Enjoy!


VANITY

King Solomon rightly said,
Just as in Ecclesiastes we read,
That the whole essence of a man's head,
Is to worship God and to have His statutes revered,

We were created to shine like the sun at noon,
Meant to touch lives and in love to bloom,
But our greedy nature has left each man to himself like a half crested moon,
While our self centered desires and aspirations give us nothing but gloom,

We live to earn and earn to save,
Amassing wealth like treasures hidden in caves,
Blocking channels and paths we were destined to pave,
And before we know it our days are gone like the waves,

We claim to be fearless and brave,
And so go about living a life filled with raves,
Chasing possessions and gathering materials is all we crave,
While our nemesis patiently awaits us in our unattended graves,

Our goodwill have all vanished like nightly rays,
We don't mind who we hurt as long as in cash it pays,
Getting rich at all cost is the sole desire all our days,
But to dust we all emptily return just as the Bible rightly says,

So, of what use is life and living,
When we don't care for the people and world we live in,
Its better to live for all and never stop giving,
Cos vanity upon vanity is the sum of every humans selfish craving,

LIVE FOR ALL... LEAVE FOR LIFE!!!

...IGIT!!!...

Good evening all... this piece is a honest reminder of d reality of Life... Enjoy!

LIFE IS SHORT

Life is short so we often say it,
Yet its just too long for any man to sum it,
We have seen men who are way tired of living it,
While others need more time no matter how much they may pay for it,

Life is all about passion,
Our length of days all a matter of our decision,
There is one that lives to a hundred and yet ain't fulfilled,
And another a couple of decades and leaves behind a generation well pleased,

Life is too short as seen by a whole lot,
But still it ain't an easy decision to walk away and port,
We just keep living it whether it pays or not,
While hoping that one day a change will some how pop out,

But we all know that nothing good comes easy,
Even though most times we ought to work we choose to rather stay lazy,
Fantasizing on what isn't and wishing our path was all cozy,
And as each day comes and goes we gradually work our ways to a future that's hazy,

This minute we are here,
But for the next we might just be up there,
Yet that's still no reason to worry and fear,
Cos its not about the years in the life but the life in those cherished years,

Take a stand and ENSURE YOU ADD TO YOU EACH DAY! LIVE!!

...IGIT!!!

Just the way I feel... Different approach but same effect... In my honest opinion, they are 'Differently the Same'. What do you think?


DIFFERENTLY THE SAME

We heard the news and also in the papers we read,
How people went about in search of their daily bread,
Unknown to them that in the path they thread,
Laid a fellow who was about to strike a hundred with dread,

And just like clock work they struck again,
A gigantic conflagration as though fueled by propane,
Our innocent brothers and sisters were decimated and slain,
and the sight they left can cause instant migraine,

Not too far away a similar scene is replicated with utmost impunity,
Our supposed leaders looting our treasuries at every opportunity,
Not minding the consequences on their own names and dignity,
And the ripple effect dealt on our security and unity,

Reproduction of corruption is now the portion of our nation,
Our leaders go about smearing greed all over like body lotion,
They hinder and inhibit our economy's once agile motion,
And this results in the drain and dearth of our joyful emotion,

Our misguided armed cowards 234 girls from Chibok they took,
We have searched from Sambisa to Cameroon through every cranny and nook,
And when we turned to our leaders their pathetic heads they shook,
While all nations of the world to Nigeria they look,

Its now a battle of who can loot more resources to corpses,
Money missing in billions as if perpetrated by diabolic forces,
Yet we are busy raining down insults and constantly shouting curses,
While our ill minded cowards cum leaders are enjoying lavish resorts and expensive cruises,

But I still have bright and glistening hope,
And so I will not just sit by and mope,
But rather pray that as in darkness in the day these ones will grope,
While a glorious future of our great nation we will build and deliver like an anticipated envelope.

GOD BLESS NIGERIA AND GOD BLESS US ALL!!

... IGIT!!!

IGITee:
Just the way I feel... Different approach but same effect... In my honest opinion, they are 'Differently the Same'. What do you think?


DIFFERENTLY THE SAME

We heard the news and also in the papers we read,
How people went about in search of their daily bread,
Unknown to them that in the path they thread,
Laid a fellow who was about to strike a hundred with dread,

And just like clock work they struck again,
A gigantic conflagration as though fueled by propane,
Our innocent brothers and sisters were decimated and slain,
and the sight they left can cause instant migraine,

Not too far away a similar scene is replicated with utmost impunity,
Our supposed leaders looting our treasuries at every opportunity,
Not minding the consequences on their own names and dignity,
And the ripple effect dealt on our security and unity,

Reproduction of corruption is now the portion of our nation,
Our leaders go about smearing greed all over like body lotion,
They hinder and inhibit our economy's once agile motion,
And this results in the drain and dearth of our joyful emotion,

Our misguided armed cowards 234 girls from Chibok they took,
We have searched from Sambisa to Cameroon through every cranny and nook,
And when we turned to our leaders their pathetic heads they shook,
While all nations of the world to Nigeria they look,

Its now a battle of who can loot more resources to corpses,
Money missing in billions as if perpetrated by diabolic forces,
Yet we are busy raining down insults and constantly shouting curses,
While our ill minded cowards cum leaders are enjoying lavish resorts and expensive cruises,

But I still have bright and glistening hope,
And so I will not just sit by and mope,
But rather pray that as in darkness in the day these ones will grope,
While a glorious future of our great nation we will build and deliver like an anticipated envelope.

GOD BLESS NIGERIA AND GOD BLESS US ALL!!

... IGIT!!!

Haaa,great one you really are. We await you at The Collaboration Competition. 6pm is the deadline.

I pray for a world filled with hearts and hands of LOVE... love is best felt when its 'felt' (shared)... touch a life dear

LOVE TALES

For God so loved the world that He gave,
His only begotten son to save,
That whosoever believes and behaves,
Shall live in mansions and not in caves,

Its a fact and we know it,
That love is real when you show it,
Just like a seed that you throw it,
When you want to sow it and grow it,

Love is not all about you,
Neither did it start with the Jews,
It takes the sacrifice of a devoted few,
To change our love perspective and views,

Love is complete,
A common ground where we don't need to compete,
A force so strong that hate can't defeat,
And felt in every smile, hug and heart beat,

Love originated from divinity,
Passed down to humanity,
Best shared in humility,
And restores our pride and dignity,

We are God's fleshly extensions,
Created to offer way more than good intentions,
Solving problems and providing solutions,
And ultimately lifting spirits and quenching tensions,

I LOVE YOU!

... IGIT!!!

We all have that special someone that makes our world complete...well, this is a special dedication to mine... (Feel free to tag yours)... Enjoy!


THE ONE...

Life is a race best run with that special ONE,
A friend and partner I wish I own,
Someone who is genuine and faithful like marrow to the bone,
And in whose arms and embrace I get strength like a throne,

That special one who hears my thoughts before I utter a word,
Whose heart and mine are bonded tighter than with chords,
The flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood,
And who I call my Queen and I her Lord,

I need someone that always cares,
The one I don't need to remind that am here,
Someone who might not be near but always there,
And be it rain or shine is forever dear,

The one in whose presence I can be a jerk,
Whose absence leaves me a total wreck,
That special someone who I always wanna peck,
And on whose shoulders I find peace resting my neck,

I need someone that pushes me to the limit,
To be my best and also my dreams permit,
To reach for the stars and without fail conquer my summit,
And in whom all my strengths and secrets I constantly commit,

I need a companion that compliments and makes me whole,
Whose passion burns hotter than white hot coal,
Whose warmth refreshes like cool spring to a thirsty soul,
And who propels my inner man to achieve greater than my God given goals,

I need someone that's always true,
Very cheerful and full of virtue,
Someone in whose eyes my gaze I glue,
And can't wait to make mine and pay my dues,

I need a wife and a mother,
A lovely friend that sticks closer than a brother,
One I can trust and whose loyalty never waivers,
From this day till death path us to yonder,

Thank God I found all this and more in my special ONE (FEIGHT)... Love U silly! *winks* God keep us strong...

...IGIT!!!

A compendium of various thoughts but truths. Feel free to relate... Enjoy!

TRUTH BE TOLD

A sudden realization,
A complete revelation,
A true confession,
A definite conclusion,

A life freely given,
A God above in heaven,
A destiny openly hidden,
A race more than certain,

A soul full of promise,
A mind free to make choices,
A world full of voices,
A body destined for demise,

A truth out in the air,
A reaper so very near,
A demon we all fear,
A death uncertain but clear,

A love that fulfills our fantasy,
A lover that provides all ecstasy,
A life that leaves a legacy,
A desire we all hope we see,

A killer that lurks in the corner,
A penchant to amass and be owners,
A longing to be first and sole winners,
A lie that we are all sinners,

A blessing of life and days,
A secret to work and make hays,
A skill to shine like rays,
A job that we hope pays,

A fact that not all will thrive,
A hope that's why we strive,
A gift that only God can give,
A common end for us in the grave,

A time to live and die,
A desire to be at the top on high,
A better life for which we vie,
A fact that the end is nigh,

...IGIT!!!

Man and his insatiable want for pleasure, leading to dearth of character and ultimate death of his soul... take my humble advice; CHANGE!!!

CHANGES

As a door slowly cringes
On its weak and creaky hinges
And as wind to fluttering of pages
So is life and its constant changes

We strive for a living and to earn wages
working and toiling to balance life's gauges
Running in circles like rats in cages
But forgetting that men are sizes and life in stages

We ignore life's salient but clear messages
Not learning from its obvious sacred pages
Living in constants but eagerly expecting changes
While all we crave is luxury and fulfilling illicit urges

We hold on to hurt like coffee dredges
Revenge minded and easily keeping grudges
Our tempers are hot and always on edges
And like blacksmiths to our lives; hate slowly forges,

We wear our pride like highly esteemed badges
Not minding promises and constantly breaking pledges
Neglecting warnings and advises of timeless sages
While the chaos of life on us ceaselessly rages

Who made us saints and righteous judges
When greed and lust all our humanity totally gorges
The goods of life from our paths completely dodges
And it's ills around our lives permanently lodges

The end is near and we standing on Its verges
Its time we turn and only God's grace purges
Look upon the solid rock where our hope wedges
Cos change is free of class, race, sex or ages


...IGIT!!!

This is a piece about joy and sadness, what was and isn't, professions and betrayal. I dedicate it to all those going through one form of hurt or heartbreak. Don't give up, true love is just around the corner... Enjoy!

LOVE L'U'ST

How can you say you stopped loving?
How can you say you just don't care?
We used to be closer than brothers,
But now when I call you just ain't there,

How can you tell me you don't feel it?
The passion that burned and all men could see
The promises for eternity that barely lasted a minute
All lost like a ship swallowed in the sea

How can you say we done and its over?
The time we shared; you don't even bother
We stuck together like a four leafed clover
Through the highs, lows and even stormy weather

How can you say it's best we move on?
When you know my life ain't same without you
Your smile my whole world it turns on
Your touch soothes my soul like morning dew

How can you just forget that I mattered?
Or don't you remember its me your lover?
I used to be number one but now you call me tattered
I'm lost in hope; this pain is more than fever

How can you say you just stopped loving?
I cherished you and dreamt I was your destined last
I know love is real and all about cheerful giving
But what we shared was lust that's why it's eternally lost

...IGIT!!!

RISE TO THE CHALLENGE... WE ARE MADE FOR MORE!

MADE FOR MORE

For too long we have watched way back from yonder
Ignoring our strength and allowing fear our dreams to hinder
Watching and waiting for a miracle to strike like thunder
While our aspirations have slowly gathered together like weather

Hours turn to days too fast to remember
Age far gone and nothing to show but the number
Heads turning in regret; on our beds we linger
while all we did was sleep and lazily slumber

We are created for signs and immense wonders
Sons of promise and solution finders,
Hopes of families and nation builders,
Grace filled but since reduced to cinders

We know our task but don't care; no bother,
We know our responsibilities; to be keepers of brothers
But greed and self have put us asunder
From our destinies; our divine call to be leaders

Its time to change and embrace a new order
Step out with pride and stop living undercover
Today is ours; take charge and rise higher
Cos we are Made for More and meant to shine FOREVER!

...IGIT!

A special dedication to my lovely parents for grooming me into the man I am happily becoming... feel free to leave a comment and congratulate them... They will be celebrating 30years in marriage come 22nd Dec., 2014... Thanks and Enjoy!


LETTER TO MY PARENTS

It is with a deep sense of humility that I write these few lines of mine, a piece of my heart and feelings carefully delivered to you dear Dad and Mum, I know this might sound strange and unexpected but please, kindly read on (I can sense the smirk on your face mum).

I can't fully say I have come of age but with the little time I have spent on earth, I know I have grown. Life has been full of varying experiences and occurrences... (the good, the bad and the ugly)... I can't deny that I didn't want more back then (like to be the son of the then Governor... Gov. Afakiriya) but looking back today, I realise daily that you provided all we ever needed for a good life and fulfilled living.

Am going to break this piece into sections like a typical essay (kindly assume the preceding part was the salutation and now we are delving into the main body... here we go!)

Firstly, to you my dear Dad: Growing up with you was an experience always worth retelling. You weren't always around but the times you spent with us was well enough to guide us through the times of your absence. You are a firm disciplinarian and an astute achiever. I still remember your favourite lesson: "Keep things better than you found them" and you favourite advise ' Be yourself (pronounced: be 'yaself')... you taught us the way to grow by showing us the way to go.

You were a Dad of little words and was respected and feared by all (I wouldn't hide the fact that the occasional breath seizing pinches helped cement that reputation). You were and still are a strong moralist that believes in the rule of law and due process no matter who was involved and this helped shape us into the men we are gradually turning into today. Tolerance and understanding were your prominent traits hence the peace and quiet you exuded. (Am going to take a break for now to revisit you later... hang in there Dad *winks*)

Secondly, to you my Luvly mum aka Iyaaaaa (the extra a's are deliberate) aka Ayo 2.0+ (I know you are laughing now). hmmm... how do I start?? Anybody remember the popular 'dettol' mum? well, that's my mum (not in person though but in personality). She was and still is the "if I don't take care of them, who will?" woman. Charming, caring, strong, bold, brave, God fearing, patient, humble... (I could go on and on but am gonna leave you to fill the rest)... and BEAUTIFUL. Yes! her smile melts me and her laugh... OMG!

Growing up under her constant watch was fun but not void of its tough moments. This woman was a strong disciplinarian. Her spank can heal fever instantly (and she still threatens me with it till date). She was my first lesson teacher and guide. Always there to support us, allowing us to learn the ropes of life, she encouraged our innate talents (thanks for all the pencils, colours and constant funds for my drawing tools... it nurtured the creative man in me). You brought us up in the way of the Lord, you were our family Pastor (with your constant playlist during morning devotion *laughs*) and for these am forever grateful because you helped give our lives purpose early, hence we avoided many falls faced by our peers.

You always said that you never wanted us to go through the things you went through growing up and to God's glory, I can boldly say that we had an awesome growing experience. We never lacked our needs and were always satisfied no matter the prevalent economic situations per time.

You were my first 'babe' (can you imagine we communicate at least once everyday since my University days) my counsellor and best friend (but Faith don dey share those positions now oh). Words will fail me to fully expatiate on your virtues, impacts and sacrifices in my life.

(Now to the conclusion) Dad and Mum; you two are the best. Your union is in all ways strange but surely destined. All factors seemed to be against you (Is it the religion or the tribe or family differences or personalities?) but you somehow were able to work around all these by God's grace to build a successful home and family. Love is Live in you two! It shows from the way you handle issues and cover each others back (I can vividly say that in all my years living with you, I never experienced a quarrel or fight). Yes, there were misunderstandings but you always settled it your way (never in front of the kids... it was magical I must say)

Am going to take a break at this point, for more tales about my parents, like how they met and background history (trust me, I know alot) kindly book an appointment with my secretary (smiles)

Just like they say in fairy tales; You will surely live happily ever after. Prov. 4:18 is my constant prayer for you Dad & Mum. We love you GREATLY! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY *Applause!!!*


...IGIT!!!

Beautiful piece........happy anniversary to them.....may the good LORD bless them and keep them,may HE turn his counternance towards them and show them HIS mercy,May HE grant them many more years on earth together in good health of mind and body, and may they reap the fruits of their labour in abundant fold.........I join u in celebrating them........I really had to join this forum just to comment on this. Didn't know u write so well. I hope I can come and get some free lessons from u........*winks*.....

IGITee:
A special dedication to my lovely parents for grooming me into the man I am happily becoming... feel free to leave a comment and congratulate them... They will be celebrating 30years in marriage come 22nd Dec., 2014... Thanks and Enjoy!


LETTER TO MY PARENTS

It is with a deep sense of humility that I write these few lines of mine, a piece of my heart and feelings carefully delivered to you dear Dad and Mum, I know this might sound strange and unexpected but please, kindly read on (I can sense the smirk on your face mum).

I can't fully say I have come of age but with the little time I have spent on earth, I know I have grown. Life has been full of varying experiences and occurrences... (the good, the bad and the ugly)... I can't deny that I didn't want more back then (like to be the son of the then Governor... Gov. Afakiriya) but looking back today, I realise daily that you provided all we ever needed for a good life and fulfilled living.

Am going to break this piece into sections like a typical essay (kindly assume the preceding part was the salutation and now we are delving into the main body... here we go!)

Firstly, to you my dear Dad: Growing up with you was an experience always worth retelling. You weren't always around but the times you spent with us was well enough to guide us through the times of your absence. You are a firm disciplinarian and an astute achiever. I still remember your favourite lesson: "Keep things better than you found them" and you favourite advise ' Be yourself (pronounced: be 'yaself')... you taught us the way to grow by showing us the way to go.

You were a Dad of little words and was respected and feared by all (I wouldn't hide the fact that the occasional breath seizing pinches helped cement that reputation). You were and still are a strong moralist that believes in the rule of law and due process no matter who was involved and this helped shape us into the men we are gradually turning into today. Tolerance and understanding were your prominent traits hence the peace and quiet you exuded. (Am going to take a break for now to revisit you later... hang in there Dad *winks*)

Secondly, to you my Luvly mum aka Iyaaaaa (the extra a's are deliberate) aka Ayo 2.0+ (I know you are laughing now). hmmm... how do I start?? Anybody remember the popular 'dettol' mum? well, that's my mum (not in person though but in personality). She was and still is the "if I don't take care of them, who will?" woman. Charming, caring, strong, bold, brave, God fearing, patient, humble... (I could go on and on but am gonna leave you to fill the rest)... and BEAUTIFUL. Yes! her smile melts me and her laugh... OMG!

Growing up under her constant watch was fun but not void of its tough moments. This woman was a strong disciplinarian. Her spank can heal fever instantly (and she still threatens me with it till date). She was my first lesson teacher and guide. Always there to support us, allowing us to learn the ropes of life, she encouraged our innate talents (thanks for all the pencils, colours and constant funds for my drawing tools... it nurtured the creative man in me). You brought us up in the way of the Lord, you were our family Pastor (with your constant playlist during morning devotion *laughs*) and for these am forever grateful because you helped give our lives purpose early, hence we avoided many falls faced by our peers.

You always said that you never wanted us to go through the things you went through growing up and to God's glory, I can boldly say that we had an awesome growing experience. We never lacked our needs and were always satisfied no matter the prevalent economic situations per time.

You were my first 'babe' (can you imagine we communicate at least once everyday since my University days) my counsellor and best friend (but Faith don dey share those positions now oh). Words will fail me to fully expatiate on your virtues, impacts and sacrifices in my life.

(Now to the conclusion) Dad and Mum; you two are the best. Your union is in all ways strange but surely destined. All factors seemed to be against you (Is it the religion or the tribe or family differences or personalities?) but you somehow were able to work around all these by God's grace to build a successful home and family. Love is Live in you two! It shows from the way you handle issues and cover each others back (I can vividly say that in all my years living with you, I never experienced a quarrel or fight). Yes, there were misunderstandings but you always settled it your way (never in front of the kids... it was magical I must say)

Am going to take a break at this point, for more tales about my parents, like how they met and background history (trust me, I know alot) kindly book an appointment with my secretary (smiles)

Just like they say in fairy tales; You will surely live happily ever after. Prov. 4:18 is my constant prayer for you Dad & Mum. We love you GREATLY! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY FROM THE RAJAN TRIO (KRIMS, IGIT AND MR. FILS) *Applause!!!*


...IGIT!!!

[size=8pt][/size]"TERROR IS JUST A LITTLE ERROR THAT TOOK 'T' " is born from the pureness of poetic magnum, it was dropped an inspiration, not cracked from the cerebrum. Whoever the sculptor is has the oil for it. Only legendary poet will comprehend

But the last line in capital shouldn't be there, it's a dent to the poem

Aaaawwwww... Thanks a lot dear. Generations will celebrate U too. Haha @ lessons. Dear, its God oh and am still learning BT we can always learn together *winks*

Temmytitope:
Beautiful piece........happy anniversary to them.....may the good LORD bless them and keep them,may HE turn his counternance towards them and show them HIS mercy,May HE grant them many more years on earth together in good health of mind and body, and may they reap the fruits of their labour in abundant fold.........I join u in celebrating them........I really had to join this forum just to comment on this. Didn't know u write so well. I hope I can come and get some free lessons from u........*winks*.....

Thanks a lot boss. Rily appreciate ur comment. Yeah @ d capitalized, its not part of the poem, just an inference from d poem. Thanks for d honest observation... Ur humble student *smiles*

LazyGod:
[size=8pt][/size]"TERROR IS JUST A LITTLE ERROR THAT TOOK 'T' " is born from the pureness of poetic magnum, it was dropped an inspiration, not cracked from the cerebrum. Whoever the sculptor is has the oil for it. Only legendary poet will comprehend

But the last line in capital shouldn't be there, it's a dent to the poem

This piece was written by my friend and brother BabTee (who i fondly call my school Pops) humbly wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a prosperously fulfilling new year... Enjoy the season and don't forget the reason... JESUS CHRIST!

THIS CHRISTMAS...

The Truth...

Christmas is a gift....
Gift of Joy, Peace and Salvation
Salvation to all lost and weary souls
Souls so pure and chosen by the saviour

Christmas is a miracle....
Miracle that saw a virgin conceive
Conceive to bear a precious son and God
God who dwells in and amongst men

Christmas is fulfilment....
Fulfilment of Gods promise long foretold
Foretold through his prophets in His holy words
Words that became flesh for all men to see

Christmas is Hope...
Hope of a future that God has freely given
Given unto us through His son named Jesus
Jesus whose birth holds for all a better tomorrow

The Prayer...

May the gifts of Christmas be yours this season and always
May the miracle of Christmas fill and brighten your heart like suns rays
May Gods promises be fulfilled in your life all days
May all your dreams and hopes come true in special ways.

Merry Christmas *smiles*

... BabT and IGIT!!!

They say if you don't dream, you cannot conceive anything but if you don't wake up also, you cannot achieve anything... A perfect blend of both is just right. So, I urge you to DREAM AWAKE!... ENJOY!

OBSESSED

It was a cold and breezy morning
So cold you would think it was snowing
With a blast like a siren it came banging
The alarm clock was alive and gleefully ringing

He was jolted to life like one struck by lightning
Barely up and visibly still yawning
Tempted to return to bed and continue lying
But a thought in his head reminded him of what was coming

It was about time; almost seven
He rushed into his lucky shirt that was woven
Looking frantic as though about to miss heaven
This time I must succeed or at least break even

In a flash he was out and hastily running
Down the streets you could see him wearily bursting
Without rest to the spot he was heading
This time I mustn't fail he kept muttering

The street was scanty and you could see a few strolling
Slightly dirty with dry leaves around rustling
From a distance horns were heard noisily blaring
While he perched in the park nervously waiting

I have been here before he kept thinking
Same time, same place with no action previously taken
Groaning for a break while all I did was stay moping
Its time for actions and to stop hoping

He was lost in thought but revived by a scent so soothing
A perfect mix of roses and lavender he was smelling
A fragrance so sweet you could yearn for tasting
She was here; the time for his mission closely drawing

Heart in hand; tension rapidly building
Eyes blank; words crammed instantly forgotten
Lips dry of fluid and heavily sweating
To his knees he jumped but feebly shaking

Step after step she was majestically jogging
Along her usual route for her daily warming
Without thought of him or his eager waving
She was almost gone before he realised he had to start talking

'I love you!' 'I love you!!' he just kept yelling
But fear gripped; no words uttering
Tongue tied all sound completely restraining
As she leisurely strolled by and kept moving

With a loud yelp he sprung with sweat dripping
All around his dark dreary room he surprisingly kept looking
Alas! it wasn't real and all the while he was dreaming
And it was still a cold and breezy morning


WAKE UP AND LIVE!

...IGIT!!!

Alright, this is a piece about reality and our every day struggle with that bad habit or way that we cannot share and so keep and feed in secret, that way of life that we wished we could stop, that pattern that we regret ever starting. Most of us are caught in this web but I know that by God's grace a change will come in time... Enjoy!

THIS PAIN

I wish I knew
Half of what I know now
I wish I never took
The steps that have strayed me down this path
I wish I was cautioned
To be careful and avoid these pitfalls
I wish I listened
To the silent warnings that burned in my fertile chest
I wish I wasn't moved
By my fleshly cravings and innate desires
I wish I didn't try
To be a man/woman and as they say experiment
I wish I was stopped
From the process before it ever started
I wish I didn't dwell in secret
Cos in privacy is where am my weakest
I wish I was still pure
Innocent and free of this guilt
I wish I could undo
The memories that haunt and stick like glue
I wish I was free
To live right and void of this internal shame
I wish I could stop
These acts and habits whose after thought hurt like hell
I wish I could change
Just halt this pattern that's leading to certain doom
I wish I could go back
To when I was still me and my mind fully unsoiled
I wish I could share
The pain I feel in search for genuine help
I wish I could feel
Peace of mind and rest at heart
I wish I could touch
The hem of His garment and instantly get healing
I wish I understood
That the pleasure was costly and will lead to future groaning
I wish I realised
That my conscience kept warning but I stubbornly kept ignoring
I wish I believe
That God's grace can cleanse and free from every bondage
I wish I agree
To turn to God to confess and completely forsake
I wish I accept
God's power to restore me to newness and wholeness
I wish I work
For sustenance of my new found life when it does happen
I wish I live
In peace and fullness happily ever after
I wish for a wish... CHANGE!

GOD HELP US ALL!!!

...IGIT!!!

Alright, I didn't really write this but I love it and thought to share. I pray we all find a soul mate in our partners. Amen!

I HOPE...

I hope you fall in love with someone who always calls you back and never lets you fall asleep making you feel unwanted.

I hope you fall in love with someone who holds your hand during the scary parts of horror movies and burns cookies with you while you’re both busy dancing around the kitchen.

I hope you fall in love with someone who tickles you and makes you smile on hard days and on easy ones.

But beyond all that I hope you fall in love with someone who will never leave you behind and who will never take you for granted.

Someone who will stand by you when you’re right and stand by you when you’re wrong. Someone who has seen you at your worst and loves you still.

I hope you fall in love with someone who kisses you in the rain and hugs you when you’re cold and wouldn’t have it any other way.

...Amen!

HOW I MET MY MOTHER

Assuming it was possible to switch roles right from the beginning. As in, God gives the children the privilege to choose their parents and not the other way around... Assuming it was a child's choice to decide through whom he was going to enter this beautiful world... (hmmm... I can sense you are thinking deep already *smiles*)

Please, join me as I take you on a brief tour through my mind... the way I think it would feel like if I was actually given the privilege to choose my mum (yeah! you guessed right; my sweet Iyaaaaaaaaaa)

(Disclaimer: The following events likely took place in the great beyond between my pre-earth self and God)

...It was a very long queue and I could hardly see above the sea of little heads blocking my view. We were all joyous as we knew why we were there. The air was filled with melodious songs (an angelic atmosphere indeed) and in a long while that seemed like an instant I was in front (a second here is like a thousand years we usually say).

The man in front smiled broadly as He led me by the hand into a bright room. The ceiling was like swinging clouds that made music whenever they touched (the view was WOW!). The room was bare but just like magic, two seats and a very big screen materialized from thin air. I wasn't fazed at all because it was norm for us to have whatever we asked for according to His will (all things are possible was our popular slogan).

We carefully took seats side by side as though previously rehearsed and in the same moment, the screen came to life. It had an image of a big blue globe gently spinning and small buttons at the bottom that responded to touch (please pardon me to call it a touch screen).

He turned to me and with the same knowing smile said... "Welcome to the SELECTION!"... I couldn't hide my joy and so let out a big shout which sent us both into a laughing frenzy (yeah! His laugh was majestic). I had waited a long while for this day... it was finally here and I was eager to choose.

A form appeared on the screen as though summoned. It had lot of fields which I audibly selected and He carefully punched in my choice.

My selection was as follows;
For Colour I chose "Royal brown"
Smile "Radiant"
Laugh "Loud"
Carriage "Confident"
Height "Above average"
Voice "Bold" (The angels could handle the music, didn't want her to bother *smiles*)
Passion "Love for God and People"
Talent "Everything"
Skills "All of them"
Profession "Nursing" (always fancied care givers or anything in that line like Biochemistry *winks*)
Legs "Strong" (now I wish I chose straight too *laughs*)
Heart "Caring, Loving, faithful, devoted, sacrificial, peaceful, generous, joyous... (The options were endless and I patiently chose all)

We ticked a few more fields and finally He asked in His soft still voice; "Please, choose a name?"... I quickly replied "I want something that's funky yet cool, a name that ends with a 'zy'...". He balanced His chin on His fingers as though thinking and said; "Lizzy should do". I was in love with the name at once. "Lizzy it is" He said as He punched in the name on the screen.

He let out a deep sigh as He cracked His knuckles... We were finally done. He pressed a button labelled 'SEARCH' and the globe that was all the while covered by the form came forward. It made a rapid spin and then gradually slowed down... It zoomed into a region called Africa, did another zoom into Nigeria (or so it read), then zoomed again into Kaduna (We both chorused the word "k-a-d-u-n-a" as soon as we saw it. It was fascinating I must say)... I thought it was done when it zoomed again into Zaria. A little beacon appeared on the screen pointing to a spot named Ahmadu Bello University Teaching Hospital.

I peered into the screen but saw little figures going about their duties oblivious of my little exercise in the skies. He tapped me on my shoulder and said "Not so fast", I smiled as I again took my seat (I had jumped off of it unawares earlier). He swiped His fingers on the screen and there she was. The most amazing sight I have ever beheld. God! She was BEAUTIFUL!!! She was in her white work clothes, her royal brown face shining from the trickle of sweat that lined her smooth forehead. She was passionately walking up and down the ward filled with children. Though visibly stressed she was smiling still. I loved her instantly! Little drops of tears flowed down my chubby cheeks. He was on hand to wipe them off. I could sense tension in the room. I knew it was time (as that was the normal routine). I was going to miss this place and so was He going to miss me. His voice was shaky as He slowly said "ITS TIME TO MEET YOUR MOTHER"...

...and you all know the rest of the story. It’s been an awesome ride mum, everyday filled with awesomeness. The world ain't seen nothing yet cos we are just starting (#TeamProv.4:18). Happy sweet 60 Iyaaaaaa 2.0+; with love from the Rajan Trio (Krims, IGIT and Mr. Fils). The Destined Boys!

...IGIT!!!

THE REBEL

BANG! The pistol let out a loud cry. Just like a rehearsed fall, Musa's lifeless body fell with a thud. His hands were bound but from his facial expression he looked free. Shocked as I was, I motioned to reach for him but a terrible slap brought me back to reality. Instantly I lost visual coordination in my left eye but as my sight slowly returned I realized I was surrounded by men who I clearly knew, all looking down at me with disdain. Shagari or Oga as we usually called him faced me and with the same husky voice he used in pronouncing Musa's judgment started "These ones think they can stop our fight for freedom, they have forgotten about loyalty to the brotherhood. Thank God for Aminu here (tapping Aminu on the shoulder). Today we will show you how we treat rebels..." "REBELS" I smirked at the thought. What do you call rebels amongst rebels (cynical indeed) He went on but I was done listening, I shut my eye as firmly as I could (for once I wished my ears had lids).

It’s funny how the whole world seems so little when you are peering down the barrel of a loaded pistol. I know I have done some awful things in the name of freedom fighting but this was just too much. I remember my childhood days when we looked forward to the new year with so much gusto (the new clothes, celebrations in the street and Oh my God! the New Year’s white rice). I couldn't imagine being the reason for tears to innocent souls on such a day. His words were shrill when he gave the order; "Plant the bomb in the park so we can hit them where it hurts". What crime have these little ones committed I wondered. No! I couldn't, it was time for change. We were apprehended on our escape but our plans didn't totally fail because we succeeded in disposing off all explosive charges.

As I kneel here, I can't help but wonder about the fate of my aged mother who has no clue of whereabouts. I planned to set things right come the New Year (my only resolution) but now all I fear for is her safety. I know I might not survive this but I feel fulfilled because we just saved another New Year celebration… BANG!

...IGIT!!!

THE RACE

You could feel the chill and sense the thrill
It wasn't about might or vain magic
But a battle of strength versus sheer will
Born of same but locked in battle; oh! how tragic

Starting right from the top, the very seams
We watched in wonder but little did they bother
This war has been on for ages or so it seemed
As friend to brother locked horns without waver

Side by side they earnestly raced
Not for fame or in search of glory
but their efforts succeeding in leaving us dazed
hence propelling my telling this grand story

The race was on... which drop will drop first
You could sense the tension but our eyes fully gazing
They looked tired as ones running without rest
But all we did was steadily focus like hungry camels grazing

We could neither tell the victor or the vanquished
Cos they easily looked alike even without a name
But to get to the end was all they wished
The truth remained they were one and same

You might wonder of what race my story implies
A battle of pure guts held together as with tight ropes
Might be a tale of life, love or loyalty of allies
But this is a race of water drops racing down the slippery icy glassy slopes

...IGIT!!!

A.L.I

The night was done and my rest over
I jerked to reality and from my dream shuddered
"Thank God it was a dream" I gently muttered
As I slowly got up and got free of my bed and its tempting covers

The sun was already up and it was barely eight
I decided to feel the day and so peeped outside my towering gate
In the distance I saw a child of about seven or eight
Carrying a load about four times his own weight

I could tell a whole lot from just that single gaze
He seemed lost as one fiddling in a maze
Hair balding not from aging but definitely heat and haze
And it was glaring that he worked hard and wasn't a laze

He was pale, stout and ill nurtured
He neither smiled nor frowned as though so designed by nature
He was evidently young but his mouth revealed heavily deformed denture
All resulting from bad diets and Poverty's torture

I shrugged and sighed at the pathetic sight
Knowing deep within that it wasn't right
But feeling helpless, lacking power and might
To help him and other innocent children facing similar plight

As I turned to leave, a loud scream I heard
A muscular man had appeared with fist raised above his head
Filled with fright; he frantically begged his master to be spared
But all I heard was a clear call from this way of life to be freed

His scream and plea were awfully strange
Sounding through the air like a dog trapped in a cage
"Mummy" or "Daddy" were common cry calls for kid his age
But his scream was one of searing pain and true rage

Moments later I was lost in my own thoughts
My once brights morning suddenly blackened out
His face was clearly etched on the tablets of my heart
And his screams my clear conscience painfully haunts

I barely knew him but his bruises were now mine to mend
He never begged to be born but misery was now his lot to tend
All he wanted was to live and not be burdened
But all he got was A Life Imprisoned (A.L.I)

***SAY A PRAYER FOR THE INNOCENT CHILDREN FORCED INTO CHILD LABOUR... GOD HELP US ALL!!!***

...IGIT!!!