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 Literature / 31 Days Of Gråcîôx Poetry On Arthut by Emmiasky(m): 2:49pm On Jan 10, 2019 |
https://arthut.com.ng will be partnering with Jhose Emrîz Grãçîôx, a Nigerian Poet and writer on his 31 day poems commencing from January 1st till the 31st of the month. These works are all on humanitarian acts and we will be constantly making posts on the updates here, stay updated. P.S: Jhose can be accessed via Facebook with https://www.facebook.com/joseemmanuel.harris We can be accessed too via https://facebook.com/arthutnig
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| Literature / Re: ARTHUT (home For All Things Art) by Emmiasky(m): 2:39pm On Jan 10, 2019 |
Harjibade OluwaKanyinsola (Ajibade Oyinkansola) teams up with Olakunle Odagbodo to deliver an uplifting work of art for the new year. Enjoy NO RETREAT NO SURRENDER via http://arthut.com.ng/viewBlog?hid=53osi92t4ig23n8n88h&data=insight #poetry #ArtHut 1 Like
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| Literature / Re: ARTHUT (home For All Things Art) by Emmiasky(m): 2:35pm On Jan 10, 2019 |
Times when we love but we don't want to! Is love really insane at this point or is it just natural to be such? Ogunmona A. Emmanuel (Emmie Word) shares a poem on this in 'INSANE LOVE' Enjoy via http://arthut.com.ng/viewBlog?hid=2ie9ai32ntinn12g175shs9&data=insight #poetry #ArtHut
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| Literature / ARTHUT (home For All Things Art) by Emmiasky(m): 12:48pm On Jan 09, 2019 |
We are one of the many blogs or websites you see around the world with just one aim and which is to UPLIFT ARTS and the TALENTS behind them. However, through this journey, many have stumbled and many still will (that’s the truth) We are trying to build a commune for all things art, yup ALL! Be it -literary, -visual or any kind of artistic display, so far it is art, it is welcome here. In essence poems, articles, photographs, drawings,sketches, paintings, short stories, fiction and non are all welcome under this hut. For every artist who feels like this hut is home They can submit their works to us https://arthut.com.ng/submit If there are issues of any kind, please send us via https://m.me/arthutnig or fill our CONTACT from via https://arthut.com.ng/contact. P.S: We are working towards building an art store soon, don’t miss out on anything
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| Family / EMPOWERING AN ORPHAN By Humphrey Angweye by Emmiasky(m): 12:43pm On Jan 09, 2019 |
My story isn't one you really want to hear,it's one if at all you chose to listen, you'd have to sit with me by a bonfire throughout the night with nothing but a kerchief in your hands. And believe it,by dawn you'd have bled out your entire dams. Today though, I choose not to tell you my entire story for of what benefit would it be to someone similar to me? It would be like repeating a boring movie you see everyday of your life thus, why in this moment. I want to tell you how we,as orphans, can overcome our all to become better persons in the tomorrow society. I wanna give you a story that will build your esteem and fill even more your zest to overcome your current status. As a child,once orphaned, regardless of whether you get adopted or not,you'll always have that sense of not belonging and it's here where we all begin to fail. Life, doesn't require you to whirl in whether you belong in it or not,life, as long as you have it,requires you to live it by all means necessary. If you get a privilege of adoption which most rarely get,then you are to formulate a plan in your mind no tribulations shall ever infringe on. You have to realize,that wherever you are is but a boat to greater lands and you know how it feels like to sail in a sea. There will be sea sickness, the sea may turn violent,there maybe a shark attack and so on and so forth but still you never give up. None of the fishermen ever jumps in the sea as a way of submission, they all hold tight onto the boat and hope for better moments, they all have faith that they will survive and that's what you should do first as an orphan. As long as you still breath,have faith you will live to see brighter days regardless of all. Then, often as an orphan, you'll realize that much of what goes on in other kids lives doesn't go on in yours. For example, while I was still a teenager,my peers were being provided for while I had to fend for myself cause my own dad had abandoned me and there was no one close to help. The fact that you can't have what they have doesn't mean that you can't have a better future - You just have to come to the realization that you aren't like them, accept it and have thought in mind of availing a better future for yourself hence your kids so they never go through the same. So get up ,wherever you are, despite of conditions, try to do something that will earn you money and cater for your small needs now, crying! doesn't help a thing, it only aches your eyes unlike aching your hands and legs via a small job will do where you'll earn something for what you need. As an orphan, I know each day you strive to fit in,each day you want to be like so and so but has it ever come to your mind that you could be better off if you just accepted who you are and only stretched yourself to where you can reach In highschool, guys get visited by nearly all their family members while I often had no one around. My elder brother could at times though come due to conditions and whenever he came, I would earn myself something like two hundred shillings which if compared to other students pocket money was nothing. After the visiting, people would buy expensive snacks, take photos and do other money demanding stuff but I couldn't. Dear friend, if ever in your orphan-hood you get a chance to prove who you are, never ever give up. I had school, my brother gave me school and that was the only shot I had. I never missed,so why should you? The chance you have has been availed to you by God, use it. Work smart, show whomever is paying for it that you deserve it, push hard to the very limits and it shall surely pay. Don't let your sorrows consume you, it's your reality face it, I faced mine of lack of revision books, visitings, pocket money, narrow love, no home (no nothing), but I never gave in. I struggled till my university and have no plans of quitting till I feel the very skies. So embrace your chance, if it's a talent, make it better, if it's brains, use them, you have nothing to loose in trying. Then as I sum up, you all have to accept that we all have a greater parent, God. Regardless of whether you are orphaned and in a war torn country, regardless of whether you are living with foster parents,a brother, sister, or a lone survivor who sometimes ends up on the streets, remember, we have God and He, can't take suicide, he can't take submission, he can't take the lazy. You are a soldier, facing a war none shall ever understand and this is us, everyday of our lives. So don't be weakened by the war, be strengthened by it, pray, intercede, fast, just do anything until you are in connection with Him for He,is the only one who truly cares. He had a purpose as to why He took away your parent or parents and He alone has the road map to your success. So pray and never let your sorrows turn you into prey. I am making it, more and more orphans are too much throughout the world, you ain't alone and you, aren't an exception. I had to accept my standards then and use that two hundred shillings carefully or I would suffer for the entire term. Originally from https:///2AC6EWd 1 Like 1 Share
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| Entertainment / Re: Drop Your Name Here And I"ll Help You Find Your Coke Bottle (pictures) by Emmiasky(m): 12:34pm On Jan 09, 2019 |
Emmanuel Ojelade https://arthut.com.ng Home for everything arts poems, articles, essays, memoirs, paintings, drawings, photography and so on Just visit https://arthut.com.ng/submit to do so. |
| Literature / COLONIZED FREEDOM By Joemario Umana by Emmiasky(m): 2:31pm On Jan 08, 2019 |
Joemario Umana talks of Africa as a home with masses who've lost their wits and adapted the alls of another, claims Africa is now full of uncultured people who'd rather cling unto the traditions of another race rather than stick to their roots. Enjoy 'COLONIZED FREEDOM' http://arthut.com.ng/viewBlog?hid=c30nh2ti34s110i86g&data=insight #poetry #ArtHut
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| Literature / A POOR POET By Edwin Olu Bestman by Emmiasky(m): 1:22pm On Jan 08, 2019 |
What does it mean to be a poet? Have you asked? Find here by Edwin Olu Bestman Jr.'s 'A POOR POET' what it means. #poetry #ArtHut http://arthut.com.ng/viewBlog?hid=883asgn17599i83thi&data=insight budding artists too are welcome to post their works on the website for free
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| Literature / THE LESS PRIVILEGED by Emmiasky(m): 3:57pm On Jan 07, 2019 |
Ajeyemi Abdulwasiu and Ajewumi Kenny feeds on the thoughts of the peasants roaming around the streets in search of kai, khana and grubs to put in mouth. Enjoy this duet 'LESS PRIVILEGED' via http://arthut.com.ng/viewBlog?hid=n676i58setht88h5i8g8&data=insight #duet #poetry #ArtHut
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| Literature / Re: Kings (where Evil Men Dwells, Bad Things Follow) by Emmiasky(m): 2:56pm On Jan 03, 2019 |
Silver1996: Nice work |
| Literature / Re: Little Timi (the Story In My Head) Rape, Inhumanity by Emmiasky(m): 2:52pm On Jan 03, 2019 |
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| Literature / SILENT NIGHT By Juuz by Emmiasky(m): 2:50pm On Jan 03, 2019 |
Kelly Juuz paints a sad moment well with 'SILENT NIGHT' Enjoy via http://arthut.com.ng/viewBlog?hid=11n91ett3il0ssin6hg248i&data=insight
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| Nairaland / General / Youths And The State Of The Nation By Opadeji Samuel Olumide by Emmiasky(m): 2:43pm On Jan 03, 2019 |
article shared from http://arthut.com.ng/viewBlog?hid=tit9oi9n0066s32hy1uhsg0&data=insight It shouldn't be considered a gain-say that the democracy of the nation is dying on a daily basis. In regards to the defections occurring in the nation, it should be reckoned that the supposed current leaders are no longer competent to hold the banner of politics reflecting in the nation. With occurrences, in all spheres and aspectual facets of the nation's political system, the board handling the management of the nation are all after their welfarism and not that of the masses. I'm not writing this to support any political party but to crave way for the youths to maximise and utilize their potentials politically for I know vividly well that young people are usually excluded or overlooked as political candidates. The nation needs an idealistic politician who is ready to devote one's self for the national welfares and not those with their personal welfare. Prior to that, there's need to bring in new ideas from vibrant leaders who will make our dreamed nation result to reality. Without any modicum of doubt, I strongly believe that every/any young politician coming into power must have been reminiscing on some actions/events/roles he/she will need to play in order to alter the power, to the masses desired, I'm not writing this down to be placed into power, Truly, franchise is vested on all, but I believe the little roles to be examined below will go a long way if gotten to the rightful needy of this. young people are usually excluded or overlooked as political candidates Starting with effective decision making; As a young adult who is aspiring fto hold office in the political structure, He must be prepared to have a better decision making before campaigning for a post and after when emerged - Before information would be disseminated, there should be a proper decision making for the benefits of all citizens in the nation and not youth alone. Also, enhancing youth political participation through out the electoral cycle; Based on my little believe, agglomerated from my encephalon. For a sustainable future, I will roll in support with the "UN SYSTEM WIDE ACTION PLAN ON YOUTH (2013) which calls on young generations to become more involved and more committed in the development processes of their nation. This will help the youth focus on civic engagement and political participation. Among other areas, it will help the youths in power respond to the concerns of the young people across the globe. Furthermore, in the roles dished out for youths who are aspiring for a political post, Focus shouldn't be based on a particular aspect of governance, in order not to result to the government dominating more or laying more focus on a particular issue where other issues will be missing out. Lastly, on the roles, there should be a great forum comprising national youth representatives where discussion will be based on the issues the citizens of the nation are facing and where ways will be reflected to help deliver the masses from their struggling in all wise. Having discussed the roles to be played by youths in the nation political system, I will like to drop the ink of my pen on little on the economic situation and the nation global view as a whole. Picking it up from the electrical defect in our nation, it's been said that Nigeria is planning to give out electricity to some non merchandized and under developed countries, Should that be the solution to the issue? Nigerians are craving for electricity, Yet, there has been no solution discussed to it, and plans are coming out from angles that the nation is preparing to give out electricity to other countries. It might be a good decision, but I will suggest, that if our nation should be settled first, then electrifying other countries can serve as a means of increasing our nation revenue. it's been said that Nigeria is planning to give out electricity to some non merchandized and under developed countries, Should that be the solution to the issue? I won't forget to design this page with my ink in regards to the degradation of the nation as well as the violence, lies, deceit, unfaithfulness, corruption, terrorism and many more uncalled for act deposited into the nation's loop. All these have actually depreciated the country's value, the masses are left with no other choice than to support the self centered politicians in their career, claiming to enjoy their services while they are not actually enjoying that. The State of the nation has been that which the poor are not improving financially but reducing financially. The educated masses certificate can't be recognized or seen as a qualified one due to lack of connections. Where is the nation's integrity? Where is the patriotic love for the nation? Are the cabinets in charge of the governance of the nation ready to support young people who would be interested in channeling their activism through formal political institutions? What strategies or approach has been successful in recruiting young men and women into politics for the betterment of our nation? I stand to be corrected if all these rhetorical question will return it's response to me positively. The educated masses certificate can't be recognized or seen as a qualified one due to lack of connections It's high time we discussed solutions to the problems like I pen it down in this article, What's the solution demanded? To oust the incapable government and enthrone the capable government for a better governance of the nation. The change we demand is in the hands of the youths! Of what use is the pen, if it can't be used to alter the world for good. The author of this article can be contacted via Facebook www.facebook.com/opadeji.samuelolumide.7
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| Literature / Let's Tell Them A Story by Emmiasky(m): 1:21pm On Jan 02, 2019 |
Tunde Olowu tells the good tale that needs to be said, Enjoy 'LET'S TELL THEM A STORY' via http://arthut.com.ng/viewBlog?hid=si9n0itt8l712h90e-g72s&data=insight #poetry #ArtHut All writers, poets, artist are also free to submit their works on the blog, visit arthut.com.ng/submit for that
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| Literature / Betrayal by Emmiasky(m): 1:04pm On Jan 02, 2019 |
When money says 'NO' to you when you ask earnestly, Enjoy 'BETRAYAL by Olarewaju Yuslord' #poetry #ArtHut http://arthut.com.ng/viewBlog?hid=7ne295rht0lb920i5iaastgy9&data=insight Budding and made writers are also free to submit their works, kindly visit arthut.com.ng/submit
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| Music/Radio / Re: Davido's FALL Is Now The Most Viewed Nigerian Music Video On Youtube by Emmiasky(m): 10:39am On Dec 07, 2018 |
We celebrate more useless things in this part of the world. |
| Literature / Little Timi (the Story In My Head) Rape, Inhumanity by Emmiasky(m): 10:10am On Dec 07, 2018 |
Aunty Ronke smiled to herself, an explicit urge in her, a certain kind of feeling, dangerous. Not really common but not rare either. A burning thirst yelling to be quenched, she walked slowly towards her room, as she unveiled the laced cotton her beyond, somewhat dangerous, silence filled the room. Timi looked up, to find his aunt standing at the entrance of her room and the parlour were he was playing doing nothing else but staring at him. Her face unreadable, Timi smiled at her but she gave no response, she was just there looking at him like a predator eyeing its prey. Some minutes later the watching game she finally voiced out, with smile wide on her petite face with her beautiful teeth, She beckoned, "My little Timi!" "Yes big mummy", answered the ignoramus "Come here dear, come sit on my lap." Picking up the candy he had at hand, he lept for joy towards her, looking at her right in the eye with such innocence and stared back at his candy whilst fumbling with it, trying to unwrap it. With such swiftness, Aunty Ronke dropped him off her laps and pulled down his trousers. "Do you want to wiwi? ' Timi nodded negative but she didn't stop there, 'come let me off you top for you ehn, its time to go have your bath" "Mama aff baff for me... ", Timi replied "Shut up my friend!' she yelled back intentionally to frighten him, 'Did mama not teach you to keep quiet each you’re an elder orders you to do something?" "I'm sorry aunty ronke!", he concured She gave no response but started searching the boys thigh as if she was looking for something in particular, asking him to turn this way or the other till she finally exclaimed. "Ah! Ah!! Ah!!, what happened to your penis? Shey mama use sponge for you when she baffs you?' Timi nods in assertion. ' eheen shey e dey hurt you anytime she does? , she said as she starts to pull the young boys’s genitals. Timi nodded sideways to depict ‘negative’ as a tear rolled down his cheeks. "Weytin do you, kílódé to fí n sunkún(why are you crying), did I or anyone beat you ehn " she asked angrily, her tone filled with violence. "E dey pain me" (It’s painful) "E dey pain you like this, mhm pèlé, óyá lie down okay?" He obeyed every word from his aunt, a minute or two passed by like an hour, his aunt on him still deriving a pleasure so strange, he said nothing, he was just there, lying under having almost no idea of what it was, in his mind, she had beaten him, hurt him and he was going to tell his dad, he felt disappointed for he had come there to taste aunty Ronke's cookings, he had been eager to come receiving gifts, but here he was being involved in an activity strange to him and we can safely say ‘He was being gifted with pain’. He knew less of what it was but he knew it wasn't a good one either. ……………………………………………………….. Aunty Ronke stood up ad tied her ìró around her waist, feeling pleasured, how she wanted in her own way, there was more to it, probably. The woman in her mid thirties with her beautiful dark hair, she was a bit pretty but would not pass for beautiful. Dark in complexion and five feet tall, well blessed with a woman's natural gifts, she kept beards. And for that she always looked strange for it only added a tiny bit to the reason she's still single, probably. Timi stared at this strange woman, she wouldn't be the same woman he knew or was she?, he wondered if there was something wrong somewhere, perhaps his mom had dropped him at someone else's house, he was too young to figure it that he had just been molested, too young to figure out that his favorite nice and cheerful aunty had just sexually exploited him.} She left the room and came back with a look Timi would term ‘wicked’. "To ba sō fun ēnīkénī nípā oun tó sēlè nibi loni (if you tell anyone about what happened here today) Do you know death?, she asked rather discourteously, I mean do you know what it means to say someone died? Ikú! Ikú!! Death!!! Laying emphasis on the words to scare him 'do you know death? " he nodded in affirmation. "You will die! If you tell anyone, your dad, mom or uncle, you hear? I will kill you myself shootigbo!" she yelled. "Yes m….aa" he replied stuttering and simultenously bursts into tears. "Good! Oya stop crying my dear." And with that his old Aunty Ronke was back again. "what will you eat?", she asked in a mother voice "Mi o jeun", was the reply the little one gave "Auhn so you're still angry ehn. Pèlé! You will now come to my house and you won't eat anything ehn, that's impossible, wait here let me go prepare your favorite food. Do you want Amala?, ' Timi nodded positive, trying to hide the scars. 'Good boy! My little Timi, wait for me ehn, Remember!' She whispered again. 'Tell anyone and you will die but if you don't tell anyone ehn nothing will do you!" "Okay big mummy", the dreaded sapiens replied his semi-motherly figure "Very good that's my baby boy", was the devil’s response …………………………………………………… The night came and they went to sleep, perhaps she had repeated it again or not was still a mystery but it sure looked like it wasn't going to be the last. Aunty Ronke woke up early the second day to prepare herself and Timi for the day, she woke Timi up for the morning devotion and gave him his bath, amidst playing with his penis. 'Okó rē keere' {You have a little penis} She would constantly say and Timi would smile shyly. Aunty Ronke prepared Ègúsí soup with Èbà for breakfast and before 10 am they were at the Gbadegesin's compound. "Ha ōmō mi kaabo" Timi's mom exclaimed as she opened the door for the duo. "Àbí o! We are back niyen o, we thought we should give you a surprise " Aunty Ronke replied the boy’s mother as she entered with him and sits down" "I thought as much because I remember saying I was coming over to pick him, àbí he was giving you a hard time ni?" (Or was he giving you….) "Hard time kē, No! You know my little Timi is a good boy, his joy knows no bounds, God has blessed him with such a lively spirit, we had so much fun together, right Timi?" she asked the young boy who only nodded affirmative with a half smile on his face. "Even I can see that myself, with all these toys he brought home and his bulged belly" "He had Èbà and Ègúsí for breakfast and he had lots of food to his fill yesterday, don't be surprised if he starts to fart around the house ", she made a joke out of the "Hahahaha" they both laughed and Timi stared, looking at how the two gets along so well or had they planned it together?, he took his mind off what was bothering it as his dad came in the room "My son!" he exclaimed "Papa" his joy knew no bounds as he ran and embraced him. "Father and child, Sha take am easy o, we too go soon get married and have our own o, so stop making us jealous " "Hahaha! ' he laughed,' after you shave off your beards. " He teased and they all laughed except Timi who only stood there feeling helpless. …………………… The conversation faded away into thin air as the house could be viewed from afar. The morning dusts erupting from the ground. The birds singing a mournful song. And life slowly draining away from him. It was no longer what it used to be, the sound of laughter might never mean the same again. Timi walked out and closed the door behind him. He stood there as he watched the morning fading into a beautiful chaos. No one will know and no one might ever understand. That feeling…. That burning feeling. Afterthoughts: The phenomenom that many feminists contemplate is that “BOYS DO NOT GET TOUCHED AS THEY ARE STONG AND MANLY” and I am certain this proves you wrong. For mothers, boys suffer a lot, but unlike in the case of the feminine gender, we do not really like talking about it, especially because the society makes us pretend to be what we (most) are not, HIGH AND MIGHTY. You need to let it OUT! So many boys/guys/men have faced sexual abuse and exploitations too but do not talk about it, why? The society has programmed us to be ROBOTS, without feelings of hurt or pain neurons, while in actuality, WE ARE NOT! We also get hurt and need someone to talk to, you cannot fully understand what we GO THROUGH unless we talk about it. Stay safe and be well. Make your voice heard. ©Anonymous ©Emmiasky Ojex P.S: It wouldn’t be surprising to still see someone coming to message me against the AFTER-THOUGHTS (This is one of the 24 #TheStoryInMyHead tales, all of which can be accessed via https://facebook.com/emmiasky)
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| Literature / The Man Sitting In Your Front (the Story In My Head) by Emmiasky(m): 3:36pm On Dec 03, 2018 |
He’s not a human being – No, he is less of that He might’ve been the one through whose sperm I permeated into my mother’s vagina But would you believe me if I told you that he deflowered his product? And tags it a righteous conduct To take a bite of the material to know it’s worth And to be the first person to know what’s what and what’s not That man sitting in front of you was the one who’s made me a shame Since Mum caught him on me the second time, life’s never remained the same I can’t even call my natal vehicle “Mom” She’d say “I am not the mother of a LovePeddler” I cannot give birth to a lady Who’s only dream is to give birth as a baby But what am I to do when that man sitting in front of you caused all these? I can’t even tell you the pain I feel when someone calls me by his last name I have to hold it in each time, in school I have to be called upon by the teacher with that name while being sane But to whom am I to explain all these? That the man you call my Father, has committed murder towards myself and my mother, he’s sexed his first daughter in an attempt to be the first buyer. ©Emmiasky Ojex The #TheStoryInMyHead is a compilation of tales that narrate inhumanity and its adverse effects on its victims, something that's been on around the world for too long and has done too much evil to be left alone. This is 2 out of 24 You can also join in via link https://facebook.com/emmiasky
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| Literature / The Story In My Head (ii) {no To Rape} by Emmiasky(m): 1:46pm On Nov 22, 2018 |
I look down and I don't recognize myself I tried to push my legs to go faster but I guess theirs was faster than mine Pushed to the wall of a filthy building All I heard was ripples I knew I've been caught I could not register what was happening again Grunts,painful moans of pleasure Their hormones was saying yes,mine said no After getting satisfied,they push and go But I'm left to pick the pieces,but they left with one thing and that was my pride (c)S.O.Y Social > http:///emmiasky
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| Literature / Remember Us This Way by Emmiasky(m): 11:08am On Nov 19, 2018 |
REMEMBER US THIS WAY I look back on the memories we’ve had sometimes ago When life was free for every one of us, both young and old When hiding in dilapidated buildings wasn’t a survival technique And death was from nature, not a man-made epidemic When our young ones were free to go to school, grow up and become men who’ll rule And the dead sons of our land weren’t having their cadavers along the road-path When our daughters were whole to be married And not hampered like now as they have to be carried I’ll look back on the time happiness was never far from our sides And joy wasn’t gotten from seeing our enemies die I’ll look back on the building up front With so many moments had therein, good and bad, all that we hold fond I’ll remember that fahir was in us too But now, as soon as the day brings itself new I’ll see that the brother I’ve had my whole life is gone To his end of time at the mercy of a sniper’s shot I’ll go to the death-counter, and see another sun’s been decimated And another light has just been put off All for what? The land, Power, Money, Or religion? Another 12-Year’ld has just been laid to rest With his mother wailings as the day before yesterday, he laid on her chest, Promised her “I will grow up, become a feared militant and put the wars to an end” But, he has just been pushed off of earth We had holidays Now only morning days Yet as the dust fills our faces We’ll hold on to our faith For someday, we shall all together, say “It was all yesterday” So for this, I’ll always remember us this way! From a friend that cares, ©Emmiasky Ojex
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| Literature / Re: Blame It On The Money by Emmiasky(m): 12:43pm On Nov 13, 2018 |
Ilawless: I love your work dear friend, let's connect. |
| Literature / Why Should I? by Emmiasky(m): 1:55pm On Nov 12, 2018 |
WHY SHOULD I? Why should I hold it in? Is my heart an inn? Why should I not say when I have been hurt? Will you only learn the evil your shunning made me do when I become a member of the dreaded cults? Why can I not cry too? Why does my pains have to be kept mute? Will you only see the pain in my perforated heart after I go home Beyond this phase, transcendence into the metaphysical zone? I am human, Born of skin and bone Not made of rocks and stones I have a right to be sad. So why will you tell me to hide my face, Beneath the dwellings of the bed sheet And under the railing of my own skin Why, I still wonder why? If you can tell me your pain Maybe I can ease you by telling you the shame coming out to tell the world what boys suffer brings to my name. From your friend that cares, ©Emmiasky Ojex Facebook [url]facebook.com/emmiasky[/url] 2 Likes
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| Literature / Blame It On The Money by Emmiasky(m): 3:30pm On Nov 06, 2018 |
Look at our daughters They now show no ill in laying with men old as their fathers Look at our sons Nothing is holding them back from scamming the green people with their bad brain and laptops Look at our mothers, fathers, the young men and alike; women, They now have no time for their own children, Everyone is too busy searching for just one thing, And that is known as MONEY! Why will a lady lay with a dog? Or why’ll she prefer to be known in the environ as a hog? Is it not just for one thing? They choose to sell their body? Why will a schooler choose to become a drop-out with no good passion? But he’s trying to boycott hardships and hardwork He’ll just join the bad gang And will receive money off stealing from the innocent man He’ll swerve off money from the fleeceable parents And to all their good, he’ll put an end He’s not retarded He just wants the wealth; in anyway it comes and at whatsoever cost, he cares less! Blame it on the money, What is ours is now owning us, And we still show no remorse, As even today, some of your sons and daughters are still singing this MONEY SONG! ©Emmiasky Ojex Visit me via /emmiasky
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| Romance / Re: "Please Stop I'm In Church", Fans React To Pantless Twerk Video Of A Slay Queen by Emmiasky(m): 12:33pm On Oct 19, 2018 |
Okay nigbana. Do you ever feel as though your friends are gaining on you in life's race and for this you feel down? Watch this then, maybe it will help you think better of yourself. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Br8lWie-LBo |
| Celebrities / Re: Simi Heavily Beaten By Mayorkun After She Placed A Bet With Him (photos) by Emmiasky(m): 12:22pm On Oct 19, 2018 |
 Sorry but this puts nothing on my table!  Do you ever feel as though your friends are gaining on you in life's race and for this you feel down? Watch this then, maybe it will help you think better of yourself. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Br8lWie-LBo |
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