MOTIVES

Who is the perfect judge?
Man looks at the eyes,logic,facts and ability of a defendant to systematically
manover his case...but GOD looks at the content and intent of the heart.
Motives...even the most rational mind might not understand them.

A bus conductor once slaped a young christian at the bus stop. The young man
turned his left side of the face in obidience to the scriptures and received anoda
thunderbolted slap.
Christians and sympathizers applauded the young man but alas! He had a
different motive.
It happened dat an arguement had ensued betwitx the conductor and the man
in the bus because of change. The conductor won the arguement as concluded by
fellow passengers in the bus. The young christian was angered and began to
taunt the conductor as thus "na slap ur mates dey slap. If na ur mama born u,
if u no be bastard, slap me when I get down" knowing that there are hundreds
of hoodlums who know him in that hood and would be ready to defend him.
What av we? The hoodlums seeing the senario of facial wippers sprong into
action. Waya expect? The beat the conductor blue and black.
The young man went home fulfilled that he had achieved his motive yet playing
"an obidient christian" in the eyes of onlookers.
...The heart of man is desperately wicked! Wu can know it?
Motives...
To be continued...

Constance
There once was a world renowned rofessor who was known for his perfectly
delivered and expository. Lectures.
He has a driver who soon doubled as his P.A
There were so close that they spent more time together even than he spent
with his family becoause they were always on he road together enroute different
lecture venues.
The driver cum P.A had the priviledge of sitting down under his boss's lecture
'cos he would have had nothing doing to while away time.
One fateful day, they were enroute a very highly paid international lecture when
his boss (the prof) suddenly developed. A severe running stomach. By the time
they got to the venue, he was visiting the convinience (toiet) inceasantly.
He could have told the organizers that he couldn't continue with the lecture but
for the huge amount of money he would loose.
Now, because of the nature of events they had been attending resently, he made
sure that his driver wore almost the same quality of suits like his to the extent
that those who never met him before always had problems. Diciphering which of
the duo was the prof.
This fateful occassion was one of which his personalty was not realy known.
Just that his name had transceaded him.
He was in the toilet for the upteenth time when suddenly, his name was
introduced. For the lecture to start. The driver, sensing the impending
embarrasment quickly swong into action. He stood up to aknowlege the
applause that greeted his boss's introduction, sat down again and quickly
scanned through his oga's notes. He discovered that the lecture to be delivered
is one of his favourites. He had sat under this lecture for " God nows how often"
By the time the prof felt a little comfortable to leave the loo, he was transfixed
seeing his driver, an old unlettered man he brought from the village delivering
his lecture with rapt profficency and to top it up, he didn't even look at the note
for once.
The prof sat down to listen and then the lecture ended.
Now. Questions time, most of the questions asked were familiar to the ones
he'd heared audiences ask his oga and so he answered them "with the ease of
tossing a coin"
Unfortunately, a very tactical and strange question was asked and then the
bubble would have blown but for wisdom ,and creativity. Hear him " that is the
simplest question to have ever been asked me in my many years. of delivering
lectures. So simple that even this my driver that I brought from the village. Can
answer it" he said pointing to the real prof. All cameras turned to that direction
and the prof sensing the clue answered the question with all the swagg he
could gather. The crowd thinking he was the driver stood up in thunderous
applause. And so the lecture ended.
On their way to the car, all the paparazi and pressmen were allover the
surposed driver, asking questions and getting wonderful answers not knowing
that he was the real prof.
My father told me this story just yesterday
Please post what you've learnt from this story. Mine is evident in the title.

the guy was shitting ni jare! when the first hard shit came out gbam! he sighed for relief. you clip!

wrote this for dad's birthday

A shinny light shone on the horizon
a lofty height further from the forensic
from the loins of wisdom...
wisdom from his loins..begetting mega-wisdom (s)

daddy,my buddy.
my "paddy"...my "caddy"
my confidant..my confidence
the penchant...the fence

my inclination...my adoration
my guide...my guard
man with seven lives,
mum in heaven smiles,

“his fertile effervescent mind”
his fatherly ever-present bind
the simplicity of his complexity
the intricacy of his sagacity

magnanimity exemplified, hospitality embodified
enigmatically dogged, sub-urban rugged.
undauntedly courageous.. conscientiously religious
indefatigable hustler. easily-understandable teacher

the earthen raged
you damned the bellows
tactically concealing the hidden page
you squeezed in to the hollow

glad you didn't listen
look at what we would be missing
we might have taken the long way
you always knew we'll get there someday

...Daddy, age with grace!
happy birthday.

cutie born
bright like the sun
diapers gone
hurray! Jasper is one!

wrote this for my boy jasper @1

PAULINA (my sun gone down)

My better-half and my mum are the most important persons in this world to me
The later is the dearest as u'd see
Born under mighty and proctective rocks
A model with many positive characters in stock
Oft in sorrow, oft in joy. Never to flee
The best thing that ever happend to me

My conveyance on a nine months journey
A bodily composition of matrimony
The lab of my 9months biological process
Procuring for me a living license
Your back was a proxy for my bed
Many storybooks to me you've read
And the realities of life instead

You were the first person I saw
When my body was raw
When the pain of bringing me into this world had turned u sour
When the sight of me, a coat of blood I wore
Can I ever forget that welcoming smile?
Dancing on your face while waiting for me at the shore?
Ready to wrap me with a coat of fur.

You thought me to carry each step until I was stable
With your help, I can now always walk and never stumble.
Cos you'd saved me the trouble while I was still todling
Ensur...... to be continued!

Nickel nine liquor...

It starts its work when it is night
Above all things, its no doubt a sleeker
Making en do things far from right
The end of which is to die quicker

When with it, faint is there might
Cars come by and their eyes refuse to see its flicker
Though. With it they find utmost delight
Wise men will stay away from nickel nine liquor

After seven journeys their strength seems to blossom
This strength fades away when its noon
When its dusk, they wake up in the gutter's blossom
And their doom is yet but very soon

When its dawn, they look up to the skies
And even north,south,east and west
Though theirs is not their eyes
somehow they find thier nest

The steel jacketed messenger of death!.

Hell:! Professionally proxied in a tube
A shell comfortably seated in a cube
Doors never shut yet you need to knock
...With a finger and not necessarily your fist before it let's go
The steel jacketed messenger of death.

Oh! What a messenger! So humble and obidient.
Without a knock, it remains there
Never delivering the message to its master
But to the aim? "The speed of light couldn't be faster"
Still the trusted messenger to still a breath.

You let,it jets,to the target it gets and in its nest its sure to melt.
It never mistakingly slips while on the shelf
But even at sleep, its never mistakingly deaf
To instill bucketed fear in every gender on earth.

Its a toy to a kid, employed by the skilled,straight to the hit yet indifferent o the
killed.
With freight in its sound, to hell it is bound and the effect is now!
The steel jacketed messenger of death. Is .....
A BULLET!

i had written most of these powereful poems while i was 13years
i now write songs.
in a bid to keep memories alive. i decided to creat this thread. question on analysis, comments, and constructive criticims are welcomed.

try your hands on this

cleaned by dirt

The steel jacketed messenger of death!.

Hell:! Professionally proxied in a tube
A shell comfortably seated in a cube
Doors never shut yet you need to knock
...With a finger and not necessarily your fist before it let's go
The steel jacketed messenger of death.

Oh! What a messenger! So humble and obidient.
Without a knock, it remains there
Never delivering the message to its master
But to the aim? "The speed of light couldn't be faster"
Still the trusted messenger to still a breath.

You let,it jets,to the target it gets and in its nest its sure to melt.
It never mistakingly slips while on the shelf
But even at sleep, its never mistakingly deaf
To instill bucketed fear in every gender on earth.

Its a toy to a kid, employed by the skilled,straight to the hit yet indifferent o the
killed.
With freight in its sound, to hell it is bound and the effect is now!
The steel jacketed messenger of death. Is .....
A BULLET!

The steel jacketed messenger of death!.

Hell:! Professionally proxied in a tube
A shell comfortably seated in a cube
Doors never shut yet you need to knock
...With a finger and not necessarily your fist before it let's go
The steel jacketed messenger of death.

Oh! What a messenger! So humble and obidient.
Without a knock, it remains there
Never delivering the message to its master
But to the aim? "The speed of light couldn't be faster"
Still the trusted messenger to still a breath.

You let,it jets,to the target it gets and in its nest its sure to melt.
It never mistakingly slips while on the shelf
But even at sleep, its never mistakingly deaf
To instill bucketed fear in every gender on earth.

Its a toy to a kid, employed by the skilled,straight to the hit yet indifferent o the
killed.
With freight in its sound, to hell it is bound and the effect is now!
The steel jacketed messenger of death. Is .....
A BULLET!

The steel jacketed messenger of death!.
Hell:! Professionally proxied in a tube
A shell comfortably seated in a cube
Doors never shut yet you need to knock
...With a finger and not necessarily your fist before it let's go
The steel jacketed messenger of death.
Oh! What a messenger! So humble and obidient.
Without a knock, it remains there
Never delivering the message to its master
But to the aim? "The speed of light couldn't be faster"
Still the trusted messenger to still a breath.
You let,it jets,to the target it gets and in its nest its sure to melt.
It never mistakingly slips while on the shelf
But even at sleep, its never mistakingly deaf
To instill bucketed fear in every gender on earth.
Its a toy to a kid, employed by the skilled,straight to the hit yet indifferent o the
killed.
With freight in its sound, to hell it is bound and the effect is now!
The steel jacketed messenger of death. Is .....
A BULLET!

barcaboi:

damnn.....u rock boss.....you shd be battling Vector and co

thanks for at least acknowledging me. out of 69 missed callers.lol.

though am new here, let me try my hands on this.


got home last night
xoxoxoxo tired!
like engaging Gr8adebayo in a fight
y'all know with what he was wired!

slept like a log
only to wake up to 96missedcalls!
Jezz! did i sleep this long?
serves me right, wasn't i the funlord?

Damn! am late! ...cant wait
breakfast? not me! yam porridge/porridgeyam whatever!
tunning on my radio..stereo fm.25
discovered my minutes were less than 5

last night was about the funniest
and today? its about to be the ugliest
am about to miss a flight
haven't i chewed more than i could bite?

departure lougn just in time to hear the announcer of flight 007
there seated were my 69 missed callers wearing cutesmiles on thier faces.
barcaboi,danbrown.emaculate.joseph.texanimaly.lavenda. jigsawkiller. timpaker. imanuelle. rey ginus. slidewaxies. unclejay. obizeal.wadasco.emyemyberry.stoucal.acesoul.teeowl.firestar.brytawon. divinepen.tintinoty.ferdinandu.babyface and.....the list goes.

Hurry up! we have a flight to catch
and... rainiscoming!
all heads turned in that direction
only to be greeted by her beautiful voice- lady f!

all said and done,
boom! we took off
enroute ilaykorn's poetry renga fiesta
friends4ever
bys!

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in case you haven't realised it yet, i just played with the names of almost everybody on this thread.

this name "ilovetoto" i couldn't use it. it just wouldn't fit into my story. lol

With literal dexterity, lets play with some of our names.
the more you look, the more you see.

omo-gori-ola- "often only hollas" but...
its my mic not ikenna's...lol
aunty tee momohmutana-seems to like plenty tea more than bannnas
Gertrude? NO! she aint RUDE! dont. .. slam her
Olumide- he's only mild...wasnt dissing her. lol
the scribe-his drive, like with five lives. ask him..how many wives? lol
ayo deji israel...he! like pharao caged israel
osas...yea she passed
segun fagbemi....see a gun.. for enemies
Nkeoma eze ojukwu...ink on my essay. oh! look you!..lol
desmond...diamond cant exchage for salamis
Abedego...give a bed to every negro but not simon.
Adejoke..please add a joke.
Aisha... like chineese geishas...o! Behind ...for him
Banjo, who plays the BANJO always firm
guess who is coming to leo's dinner... carolina
florence... the occurence, please give her my prefference.
jenny...doesnt owe rent.. she's not just any kent...lol
Adewale...aid well to shine we put nuga...lol
abayomi mykel, - apart from me, who cares?
Bukola shogbamu booked all on her-she's bam
katerina daniel,- dating her?- come in here!
hunk jozey darlington, - but why suck joze's darlin's tin?...lwkmd.
sharon samuel, i shall run- but not from a carmel...lol
missdazzling rhoda chuks, .... hooked! i miss. jazz, it aint louder

here is the trick. a little break down of the twist
pronounce the latter with the sound of the former in mind and you'll be surprised.

omo-gori-ola-
often-only-hollas"

itimo-mike-ikenna
its my-mic-not-ikenna's

aunty-tee-momoh-mutana-
plenty-tea-more-than-bannnas

Gertrude?- Elam-ar
aint RUDE! -dont. .. slam her

Olumide- A-desin-a
only mild...wasnt-dissing-her

the scribe-his drive, like five lives.ask him..how many wives?

ayo- deji- israel..
pharao-caged-israel

osas...yea she passed

segun- fagbemi....
see a gun.. for enemies

Nkeoma- eze- ojukwu...
ink on my -essay. -oh! look you!

desmond. ..salami
diamond cant exchage for salamis

A-bed- nego... simon
a bed to every negro-but not simon.

Ad-e-joke..
add a joke.

Aisha... ottun- raheem
geishas-o! Behind-for him

Banjo, -olufemi
BANJO-always firm

guess who is coming to leo's dinner... carolina

florence... the occurence, please give her my preferrence!
jenny...doesnt owe rent.. cos she is kent

Adewale... ade- nuga
aid well- to shine well-adding-nuga (nuga here is a brand of shoe polish) lol.

a-ba- yo- mi ...my-kel, -
a-part-from-me, who cares?

Buk- ol- a - sho- gbamu
booked all on her-she's bam

katerin-a dan -iel,-
dating her?- come in here!

hunk- jozey- darling-ton, -
suck- joze's-darlin's-tin?

sha-ron sa-muel
i shall run- but not from a -car-mel

chuks- missd- azz- ling - rhoda.
hooked! i missed- jazz, -it aint - louder

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