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Education / Re: Photo Of Overcrowded Lecture Hall In UNN by JimsonJaat001(m): 5:46pm On Feb 03, 2016 |
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Education / Re: Photo Of Overcrowded Lecture Hall In UNN by JimsonJaat001(m): 5:43pm On Feb 03, 2016 |
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Education / Re: Photo Of Overcrowded Lecture Hall In UNN by JimsonJaat001(m): 5:41pm On Feb 03, 2016 |
Lilyalacutey:Let Chimanda Adiche come tell me say she attained that height in her career as a writer in this Sahara-Desert-like-class....This is Nigeria #Onlyinnigeria |
Jokes Etc / Re: Don't Drink Water Again. See Reason by JimsonJaat001(m): 7:05am On Feb 02, 2016 |
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Literature / Poem: I Have A Friend by JimsonJaat001(m): 7:03am On Feb 02, 2016 |
When friendship is as scarce as gold in Sahara When it is as sour as lime Yes,as scarce as feathers on a fish When friends are as selfish as fox When relationships are as zigzag as lightning When betrayal friends are as shameless as a nude statue. I found a friend,or should I say a twin brother? Who welcome me as dew on parched flowers I say who welcome me as rainstorm in Hell He accepts me with imperfections in my very blood Who stand by me when it is windy Who believe in me when I less believe in myself. Tell the pyramid Tell the valley of kings Tell the city of pleasure Tell it to the eternal city Sing it to the eye of Greece Ha! As far as the city of elms Sing it to them that I have found a friend Aye! I have a friend As harmless as a babe As humble as uriah heep As immaculate as an angel Whose words are priceless Whose encouragements are as illimitable as the boundless sea Whose friendship is as imperishable as eternity. - Jimson Jaat Taofik 2 Likes |
Literature / Poem: I Know A Lilly by JimsonJaat001(m): 6:55am On Feb 02, 2016 |
I know a creation of the goddess of beauty Who has atmosphere of respect about her A creation of angelic touch,angelic steps With an always-smiles that melts rocks into liquid nothingness. I know a girl As happy as a lark of nature As humble as Uriah heep is one in her trillion manner As immaculate as an angel As cheerful as the birds As active as quick silver As fabulous as Aladdin's ring. Ay! As pure as Holy Mary If others sees that not,the inner eyes reveals it to me She who sets the fire in man to its highest height She who makes them scratch their heads as though are lice in their heads And who make them cast lustful eyes at her when she passes them. I know a girl Whose life has a poetic soul As gentle as falling dew is her very self Say: she is as gracious as a duchess A great lady of simplicity that fascinates me a lot As confidence as justice As clean as a new pin. I know an angel As natural as life As beautiful as rainbow As free as breeze As easy as shelling peas Hers is not the hustle and bustle world of religion,racism and criticism. I know her Who keep herself through the odds,distractions and temptations Whose eyes speak a thousand language Call her a goddess For she is one. - Jimson Jaat Taofik (Master Jaat) |
Literature / Poem: Letter To A Prosepective Scholar by JimsonJaat001(m): 11:23pm On Feb 01, 2016 |
Epistle To A Prospective Scholar (Dedicated To Ibrahim Mutiat alias ATM) And mama told me: beauty is felt not seen Her word metarmophosized into a being have seen On the way to National Diploma I saw her Her and her qualities which made me add 'ha' in describing her Never read me as an extremist,I know what I know Although,I argue not,their are septillions of things of her I don't know. She is bustle in hotfoot Into the things of knowledge she shoves and rushes her foot To the weaker sex of gender she belongs,but seem to murder the fact To the class of knowledgeable not sycophant she belongs and she keep up to the fact She knows that she knownly unknown,for that she gets my regards To the more hot literary heads she always give her regards. A queen in a kingdom,she becomes humble in Da Vinci's palace Tell her she has my kudos,for he who lift himself in pride will be abase Tell her,I say she should quick her steps for it will soon be night dawn To make up her mind for tomorrow she will dine with the crown and staff in her gown. Had she no turn to a sister in court to Jezebel and Morgana Oh! How painful it painless pain me when meditation brings of enslaved souls by Morgana I say: She is a know She is capable of distinguish between dark and opposite and yes and no As confidence as justice on her knows I am amused when I pictured her as mama prof with her spectacles sleeping on her nose She is one of Abrahamic's daughters,that father of many nation Insanity brings more of her,maybe I may become ration. To her this is one of my billions of quadrillion after trilion and pillion letter Alas! I don't know,Mother Earth may have sent The Agent to call me home before I write another Tell her,I say: right in the middle of the word believe is the word lie Tell her,Jaat says I only trust He who that is in the sky above me not even the earth I lie Tell her: whatever that doesn't speed a ship is either lessen or thrown aboard: that is Jonah Tell her the Jonahic message is usually the art of art,never to escape it like Jonah. Tell her life is a mirage Life is a pilgrimage I don't want to repreach The Gospel,but stressing she should hold her heart sacred From life as a distraction,and if chanced,can add her to his victim of massacred Tell her: Life is heathly hearted-sick,she should cure the patient Life with her pen as string Tell her,I say: The world lifts people at interval,never long in the air like a string. I stop here in my epistle,why will I be another when of his long letters I have rebuke Paul? If the saying: what goes round comes round is true then Life is a ball I say: Book is a portable magic,Book is insane,Book makes one a know but insane Free one from domestic sojourn into the wild,where resides The Insane Say to her that I say many thing Say to her Jaat has five thousand teachers and a God,with them I turn to colour of anything. Written by: Jimson Jaat Taofik (Master - Jaat) 27/1/2016 1 Like |
Jokes Etc / Re: See What This Keke Is Carrying In Kano Today by JimsonJaat001(m): 11:19pm On Feb 01, 2016 |
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Literature / Poem: Within Me by JimsonJaat001(m): 11:16pm On Feb 01, 2016 |
Within Me Close to my breasts it speaks Just a few pound of meat of two mouths One telling foul is fair The other telling me fair is foul Within me it speaks The processor of ideas The true reflexion of my very being As clear as crystal Calm down,and listen to the white in my cerebrum Stop nagging,can't you please,for once,reach a port at the same time? Always at loggerheads,should I call them the real me? Never,for a second,stop dialogue save the sleep. Tell me,I consult you,how to walk in life Why! I see my very self living in myself shelve Courage,Braveness,weakness all living in the house of mind One telling me to be a king,its twin say my peasant life is good. In me is the Missisipi flowing with ideas What makes me heavy lead,what makes me as light as feather What makes as impatient as a lover is in me Gather me like a mechanical machine,disorder me like the ancient Jerusalem. My rise and fall is in me Two mouths! Into the very soul you elude me,you ebb me What you say make me timid and capitulate What you say make me brave and a conqueror You diffuse myself to the top-most mountains Leaning on my body like the Leaning Towers Within me lies the pyramid,within me is a low sky Within me is my life and death - Jimson Jaat Taofik Master Jaat 1 Like |
Literature / Poem: Oh Child by JimsonJaat001(m): 8:23pm On Jan 27, 2016 |
Young you are and fragile As immaculate as an angel As happy as a lark As joyful as a fly As lively as a cricket. I am stupidfied by your innocence I watch pitiful as you smile and kick I near cry when I hear your joyous laughter when your mama tickle you The softness of your skin shows your no experience in life Your clean and fragile body shows that you are just newly made You are as natural as life. You are helpless until helped And all your early life depend on your mama Little and little,teaching you the way of life Steady by steady; the laws of life She is your first teacher: as honest as mirror. But,child,did you know which land you are born into? Did you know which people own you now? And their language,food,dressings,tradition and heritage? Realities of life will wake you from slumber It fears me for I don't know which side life will turn to you. You are ignorant and,should learn little by little Your mama can't hold you forever,you must go into life Bring it good nasty experiences Your mama can't say more than: be careful,child For she knows not which way you will choose. I know not which will first get to you- the right or the opposite A threat to life you want to be or it defender? Will you be your people's defender or destroyer? Will you be a thorn in our flesh? Oh child,will life make that smiles disappear from your face? I ask: did you want to hunt your brother down or be hunted? I look at your face,but it is expressionless. Learn the rules of life and its games Learn the good of life and its deceptions Don't let the windy sand feed you to the air Don't just play,had I known earlier I wouldn't have played Can't you see that life is a battle and every minutes is the time of fight? Don't you see that life is much in evils and small in good? Oh Child,be wise: life only deceive the fool Walk the path that will make you live long and enjoy Not the path of those that are lead,or is it that made themselves to be led astray? Because when a child is astray,it pains me and I cry for the pains of Motherhood. Don't you want to make part in life,I am afraid? Don't you want to be as lasting as the pyramids? Won't you like to be known as the stars? Create it! Child,create it So,your name could be written in bold golden letters I sit and wait for I don't know what life will give you I fold my hands and look to the uncertainty of the Future. - Jimson Jaat Taofik |
Literature / Poem: Such A Waste by JimsonJaat001(m): 8:10pm On Jan 26, 2016 |
I see a great body of water deal Seem it is bound there under a seal Wouldn't you go and kill the killer Thirsty before he kills again? By standing there,a waste I call it,what did you stand to gain? Wouldn't you move to deserts and make it liveable? Are you bound,afraid or without a trial,you won't be able? Oh! How much I envy the land that hold so much a water. Generation by generation they live undisturbed The ancestral home they call that land they lived Roots to roots,trees to trees,they each other conceive And the roots and the trees and the lands enjoy the gift the Nature give But I say,is it a waste the land Not used to form an art nor an idea not even a hoe ever touch the sand How much that land spites me: that land that enjoy natural peace. I know of a man that tilled a one thousand ridges But forgotten his matches at the very second of the ridges He started from the one thousandth to untilled the land,looking for it Ay! Not when he reached the secondth ne he found it Looking back,with the regret finger in his mouth,he wish he had not untilled That acre of land he had tilled What a waste of might! A waste is the beauty of a peacock-like lady I know A special creation of god Cupid,if others don't know,I know But the goddess Ate breath into men on her cause For the lustful desire in men,they used her body for the cause She thought and thought and thought she would one day lady the men who tops the world Female version of Joseph! She is yet to reach half her dream when she left the world Ha,such a waste! A waste is that moutain like To meet the sun in a low sky it seem to rise Build to show owners' opulence compare to king Solomon Ha! It look like a great rock in the light of the moon A waste it is when the owner is dead The sun went out of the building as if dead In the belly of the building there is not a gaity and the pride and the colours. A waste I call the knowledge Which is given to an intelligentsia,a God-chosen judge But which he hids behind the curtains because he fears the above authority's blows Ha! For the fear of saving his own head,he boycotted the truth he suppose shows And also,he who bow with his wizdom Also he who show little and hide wholesome For the fear that his students shouldn't know as much as he. Packs of waste are the bodies in the belly of the earth planted With the flesh and the bones and the bloods and the veins interred With the craft and the life accomplishments in vain? Should I open my mouth and call myself a fail? The body they once endorsed,worshipped and save from Pain and Grief And this body to maintain I become a partial thief All is gone,such a Waste! - Jimson Jaat Taofik (Master Jaat) |
Jokes Etc / When You Told Her You Related To Dangote Buh She Didn't See Them At Da Wedding! by JimsonJaat001(m): 7:37am On Jan 26, 2016 |
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Jokes Etc / Re: See What This Keke Is Carrying In Kano Today by JimsonJaat001(m): 7:27am On Jan 26, 2016 |
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Jokes Etc / I Bet You See This; The Only Traffic Light That Will Walk In Nigeria! by JimsonJaat001(m): 7:23am On Jan 26, 2016 |
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Literature / The Grief Of An African Man by JimsonJaat001(m): 7:19pm On Jan 25, 2016 |
(I knew an old man not far from where I once lived Whose hairs had turned white with age Eyes deep with from experience Weak from seasons Bent with years A true African man) He once said to me: son,let me tell you Can't you see that life is fading? Tell me,father,what you see I answered What I see? What I see you mean you don't see? Come listen,Life is fading,people are following blindly From my window here,I watch as kids pass here every morning To lock themselves for long hours in a cage-room Paying attentions to their teachers,at that age I have started farming. What good that cage room produce but lazy bones? They lock themselves in rooms looking into fat books And fat books,a kid told me,brings knowledge Young man,did he mean the fatter the book you read the more knowledge? (The old man's face near cry) Son,did you know? Our sons who are fit for farm works I mean the sons of soil does not know that farm exists? Clean clothes,clean jobs,clean things they want in their life With a plastic stick with spilt rainbow colours They think they can control the world With that nonsense weightless flat thing called paper Does that replace hoe and cutlass? What I see,can you see it also? It is hunger that will make some educated fellows to loose ropes on their necks. (He laughs a little Showing me almost empty mouth Is it really a laugh or just an open of mouth? Then he frowns and continue.....) Tell me,I pray you Is it fight,arrogance and equal right white men teaches? Because our sons and daughters now wear same clothes It's bad,he noded,very,very bad Our daughters now at war with our sons fighting for their freedom Hear! Freedom! That very word irritates me And white men has blinded our sons For they see nothing wrong with it. Don't they know that their mothers are house managers? Claiming that,in some world parts,where men are crazy,I suppose,women are ruling Daughters now say they can do,not only like sons,but better! It grieves me,the world is coming to an end I heard some of them cook though books So,they can't even wait to learn how to make foods from their mothers? This last time,I beg you,does books teach everything in the world? (And he sits up.....) Woman! Ordinary women with their weaknesses wants to be rulers It seems to me,they have forgotten their weaknesses Because if they haven't,they wouldn't be contesting for plots in the sky Did you know,my son,that women are twin-sister to treachery? Why are they fighting for freedom? Who did they expect to cook my food? Who did they expect in bed to make me cool? Surely,they have forgot that their grandmothers lived to satisfy my fathers! Young man,it pains me you know? Deep inside These white men impacts on us are bad Or,is it our children that doesn't take our way? Whichever it is,surely I can hear the footsteps of our culture and heritage fading away They don't be like us,do like us,think like us,dress like us. (And his face turns to stone) Child,I have seen enough days; both good and bad Let me retire to my room and count days For I count years no more but days Ha! My ancestors,what am I going to give as my account? Am I a good keeper? Have I be a good watcher over what they left behind? Of course,I am a failure (And turns toward his room With the support of his third leg No more words he wanted to hear from me What a grief he carried in his inner self Poor man,he joined his ancestors in the fortnight) - Jimson Jaat Taofik (Master Jaat) |
Literature / Poem: When I Closed My Eyes by JimsonJaat001(m): 10:33pm On Jan 24, 2016 |
It grieves me and I keep questioning It is above me and I am curious Where will I be? When my eyes closed for the last time When I knew no pains no more When life and its laws are things of yesterday When my world come to an end. When Beauty tease me no more When life's tricks has no effects on me When I say good bye to life and its golden wood lies When I want life surprises and its decay steel chairs no more When my soul know not what is done to body When I need no clothes but a pair When I need no house,no room but a space. Where will my eyes be opened to when the last pains are over After the Agent Death has done his mischief again When the businesses of the world concern me not again When what is inevitable stopped me from my career What will I see? It is above me,above my knowledge,above my craft,my art and guesses Where will I find myself,I wonder What will I be doing,I know not Is it underworld as myth say? A paradise or hell as I learnt? A narrow tunnel as they say? Or,a beautiful white house I know not Ha! Will I just hang up there in the sky? Or my soul be a wanderer on the facve of the earth I know not,I know not,but I wish I know. Where will I be? What will I be doing? How will I be treated? Where will I be,can I make it preparation? How will I be treated? Will I be another person with this soul? This life and its things will be forgotten and I will start afresh? Even those with longer years can't satisfy my curiousity It grieves me. I would have known I swear I would have known if those that have gone come back That place maybe another battlefield What will I find in life phase two? Will the struggle continue? Or,alas! It will be as peaceful as it is with the son of Mary? That place know but I know not. - Jimson Jaat Taofik |
Nairaland / General / Poem: The Borehole by JimsonJaat001(m): 6:58am On Jan 24, 2016 |
The Borehole Jing Jang the borehole Did you mean my life? Did you mean if I try harder,I can win the race of life? Be it ups and downs,spots on the road or deep hole. As I hold your pipe and swing it up and down As waters come gushing I began thinking You said to me when I almost let it go and keep your pipe down You said to me: swing my pipe harder and more water will come And I found new strength in me,but I don't know where it come from. You mean with authority of victory I was born? Did you say I should keep on going straight,left or right I shouldn't turn? Determination,Endurance and never give up rules I should hold up to? Yes,with no doubt where I want to be is where I should be heading to It fears me,Borehole,to walk on water with no doubt For many trouble my life may cut. Aye! Let me have a peep into Mr Future's compound To see what he and his wife,Mrs Destiny has in stock for me Let me visit Mr Future's library and look up to books my name will be found To read and re-read it content,and follow it up for it is all Me. Jing Jang The Borehole You mean I will only successed through believe,endurance,determination and focus? Yes,I get it; Life is not by force. I have packed my luggages to go into the journey of Life Bring its sorrows and pains and little laughter Bring its seas of trials and oceans of failures I am afraid for many try and failed Or should I walk up to Fate and tell him to open up? If I try harder,my Fate will be open to me? Whichever it is,I am going to the house of Fate With determination to burgalise it; whatever it takes. - Jimson Jaat Taofik (Master Jaat) "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure We ask ourselves: who al I to be born gorgeous,talented and (with) valour? Actually,who are you not to be? - Akeelah and The Bee |
Literature / Re: Ifa,speak! (A Call On The Ancestors) by JimsonJaat001(m): 8:08pm On Jan 23, 2016 |
"Beside me (you)?!" Are you quoting a scripture or is this your own say? chiefolododo: |
Literature / The Semi-god (sayonara Mama) by JimsonJaat001(m): 1:12pm On Jan 23, 2016 |
You said I mirror your life You said I am a part of you,be it so- why thou leaveth without me? Mother! I shed tears till a drop come not again I hissed,I sang the best dirge plus eulogy till my mouth would talk anymore. I grieved for you every breath not afraid if this grief kills Ha! I sit like human reflection in a picture smiling at Grief My sour heart,who will honey it? My broken heart,tell me,I hope you know where to find amend Oh my unfeeling mother's body,which instrument can cut breath? Who will call me "son" who will I heartily call "mother"? Now I cry,who will tell me "Weep not,child?" As I see there is one sky above me One land beneath me One you. As I remember my face,I will always remember you Remember you as compliment are said about my face,my body,my features I will always remember who gave birth to it Who will heartily embrace me when I become an achiever? Who will spread her clothes in welcoming me when I reach beyond the landmark? I am an Orphan! Who will I go home to,for who is there to welcome me? Which mother would truly stroke my back and say: Son,I am proud of you? Don't believe that you are gone,but where is you? You said I should achieve a lot,but where is you to share the joy? I wonder.,will this Agent meet his waterloo like Macbeth? Or slightly punish and pardon like the ancient Antonio of Milan? Should I tame it,will it budge like Katherine the shrew? Oh how will it go? Will I be fill with happiness like the old Leontes when I found what is lost? I ask,oh Plato,is my mama there in the underworld? Neptune,tell me,is my mother's soul on the face of sea? Uranus! Uranus! Where thou keepeth my semi-god? Oh Aurora,morning this is I mourn my jewel Apollo,sing me some music to appease the sting of these arrows by Cupid and Venus. Send me some wine,oh Bachus Heavens bear me witness,I long to bypass this unhappy moment He who cut her lifespan,I charge with matricide and parricide Kai! Can I ever get full revenge like Hamlet,prince of Denmark? Yes with Mars,Nemesis,Minerva and Bellona,I will fight this war. Mother,I swear by daytime,I wish I could go in your stead As faithful as the sun is word,thoughts and feelings in me Oh! How will my heart glad to embrace Death in your place Mother,how I wish I could protect you from The Inevitable But,it is a wish,a wish,a wish that can never come true. I swear by June and December twenty-one to Northern Hemisphere,I miss you Oh! How my love story with my semi god end in tragedy like Romeo and Juliet's Mother! Your thoughts has made me to cross the realm of sanity I will always and forever remember your face,your words and the lesson Thou art in my heart deepest where no stabs,no humane love could reach. - Jimson Jaat Taofik |
Literature / Ifa,speak! (A Call On The Ancestors) by JimsonJaat001(m): 1:02pm On Jan 23, 2016 |
Speak,Orunmila speak! What is beyond my knowledge,tell me Whisper to me what the gods say of me Dig me to my very existence Into my become a creation that I want to see. Speak,Ba'agbonmeregun,speak! Why is all these problems chasing me? And in early grave the grief is planning me Why is all these mysteries,take me on a life tour? Tell me,so I may become a general in life war. Speak,sixteen elders speak! It is you who stand four-four in the four cardinal corner What news of me did the winds had you bother? The waters don't say anything in this war-like-life of me not? And the sands speak of me not? Speak Igbaagba,speak! That he may swim in the pool of his children in his compounds That he may have someone to house his house when his days to house the house ends that your children may live a liveable life Tell him what to do,that he may live a honey-full life. Speak Ogun,speak! What must you collect to will him hunt-free? That he may prove to be his wife's husband: bound and free That he may feed his very children out of game you will him What must he do? Tell him. Speak Sango,Speak! So I wouldn't see your red face So your thunder would not split me to two; be me your sin it will face That I may conquer in warfront because you back me up Not defeat because your bolt weak or after enjoying women,you are just waking up! Speak gods,speak! That I may have victory over life and its tribulations That I may live this life without fearing repercussions That for a long time,my sons may father me and my daughters may mother me very well That when my eyes are closed,my soul would be asleep becuase it lived well. - Jimson Jaat Taofik (Master Jaat,Professor Ashology) |
Literature / Re: Sense Of Patriotism! A Nigerian Use The National Pledge As A Poem by JimsonJaat001(m): 12:57pm On Jan 23, 2016 |
Noted. Thanks for this obstead200: |
Literature / Tragedy Of Insanity (based On 'the Madness Of Didi By Obi Egbuna) by JimsonJaat001(m): 7:28am On Jan 23, 2016 |
A man looks into the mirror Sees a pink man,tells himself it is a white man And on the basis of this conception,he proceeds To impose himself and imagined superiority on the rest of humanity Where he meets with opposition He resorts to brutality and violence Even if it means; Abuse of hospitality,enslavement And senseless murder of native populations. What is between Institution and what is being institutionalised? I want to know why a man leaves his own home Goes to another man's homeland And start plundering and murdering with impunity Tell me What makes a man to capture millions of people From a continent that belong to him not Drag them away in chains as slaves And continue this act for double hundred years. Then genuinely believe the victims of his savagery to be savages Rather than himself To know how a man can be conscious of the fact he butchered And dehumanized more human being than any other man in this planet Yet,he is totally convinced that he is the champion of such noble ideas As freedom,democracy and respect for human dignity I talked of all these,he talked of schools,church and tarred roads in defence To me,it is a number of tame Or,alas! An introduction to a new slave-trade! Distort conception! On distort conception he stands his belief Would he have his usuall laugh and smile if it is practise on his kind? I mean,would he welcome tinniest model of it? I was told that the tragedy of insanity Is that a patient afflicted with a sickness Does not know that he is sick Call a madman to his face,he either dismiss you as a joker Or,had he had a gun,he dismiss you as the crank. But,I think if you reproduce his act of madness on a small scale Isolate it for his inspection,and make him the judge There is a chance he can see the act of absurdity. I ask How does Civilization reacts when it confront its own image in the mirror? I want to know whether what we call modern Western Civilization is In the final analysis,the hallucination of a schizophrenic race To demystify racism,to put sanity in the dock And if,sanity is gulty of insanity,if modern man is guilty of madness. All above,all are words of one of my literary ancestors He also said that he is a scientist of existence He added that he is not judging them But giving the an opportunity to judge themselves He murdered six of them as examples for our millions He was tried at their court and found guilty They have judged themselves on that trial Any verdict they bring on me is a verdict on themselves A verdict on Civilization by custodians of civilization. - Jimson Jaat Taofik |
Jokes Etc / Hilarious,draw What You See! by JimsonJaat001(m): 9:57pm On Jan 22, 2016 |
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Jokes Etc / By The Time You Get Addict To A Celeb's Style! by JimsonJaat001(m): 9:28pm On Jan 22, 2016 |
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Literature / By Your Side (an Islamic Poem) by JimsonJaat001(m): 9:01am On Jan 22, 2016 |
Meditation shows it to me And I panicked Cosmic consciousness reveal it to me And it trouble my spirit Suppose I was there,what would I do? As active as quick silver As agile as a cat Yes,as angry as a wasp As bold as a lion Ay! As brave as Achilles My body,my bones,my blood,my spirit,my soul I would have committed I remember it When the days was grey When the religion was young When Faith debriciates in Man When Man doubt the promises of his Creator When the fear of unknown shattered man's heat When Man is as zigzag as lightning As unstable as the wind As unreal as a dream As unsteady as the ocean By your side I would have loved to be When Man cannot defend his belief When fair fearness of Fear conquered Courage When imperfection truly show in Man When my brothers died for their beliefs On the very place of Badar war Yes,on the very sand Hud was fought I would have fought to the last water in me Till my hands cannot lift sword anymore Till my body stands no more By Allah! I swear I would have been there I would have told Abubakar that all would be well I would have encourage Ali that it will soon be dark I would have told Hamza to endure a little more Oh! The King of Arabia I would have run around the world in errand for you It would have been the greatest honour to wipe your sweat Fight by your side Seeing the inside colours of the unbelievers with my sword But wait....... Will courage fail me too? Will my belief fray? Will Faith run out of me? The third eye shows it as clear as crystal And I weep I wept for my brother trying to catch his last breaths With his dry lips,still eyes He kept gasping for life Trying to fight it if he can live to fight another day. - Jimson Jaat Taofik 1 Like |
Politics / Re: US Presidential Aspirant Finish Nigeria And Kenya! But Is He Lying?? by JimsonJaat001(m): 12:06pm On Jan 10, 2016 |
Fash20: How true is that?? |
Literature / The Hunchback Of Notre Dame (hellfire Lyrics - The Reply) by JimsonJaat001(m): 12:02pm On Jan 10, 2016 |
The confession of a priest Even addressed the epistle to blessed Mary the ever virgin Alas! Even attribute it to archangel Michael To holy apostles and all preceding saint in The Lord. You are forming righteousness Of your virtue and devotion,I declare a scrutiny Beata Maria. I know your pride has encaved you to believe in being a purer But....Behold! Your imperfection plus inner desire speaks of themselves Be you true in spirit,you would be seeing Moses and Aaron by the tabernacle You were in spirit yet you see her smouldering eyes which scorch your soul? You see her You feel her Would you agree that ancient goddess of Beauty is at her mischief again,dear apostle? She is very much at the kitchen of Heart Adding inflammable to the flame to set it inflated Like Fire! Hell Fire! This fire of desire would not retire until it acquire This burning! Desires is deepening one in Nile of sin Would you blame the grow of this gypsy girl's desire in you on the unseen? It is not your fault,you say You are not to blamed,I agreed And when your imperfection plus desire overtake and overcome you: Should you blame God who made Satan to test you as Job? Bow down,brother in Mary Bow down and pray against the desire of daughters of Eve Pray against this siren casting her spell Pray! Pray against her seductive fire sear and snaking and tearing your soul and bone apart. Oh ever blessed archangel Michael Destroy her with your Divine and Heavenly archery skill And escort her soul to the gates of Hell Unless she agree to be for The Cathedral Until she say yes to forever be apostle's. But how come? Where has she gone? All asked of her is to be for The Lord. You must find her She must be searched Even if the historic Great Fire of London will repeat itself in Paris! Dark Fire! Hell Fire! Now you gypsy girlish witch,it is your turn Choose he who your love has hypnotized or your pyre Dear Lady;the choice is all yours.... - Jimson Jaat Taofik |
Jokes Etc / Re: Did I Hear You Say Long Relationship Is Not A Barrier?? Then Check These Pics by JimsonJaat001(m): 11:59am On Jan 10, 2016 |
ReneeNuttall:But that is being absurd! |
Celebrities / Re: Meet Atiku's 4 Daughters Who Plans To Break The Internet Like Buhari's Daughters by JimsonJaat001(m): 8:39am On Jan 10, 2016 |
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Jokes Etc / Did I Hear You Say Long Relationship Is Not A Barrier?? Then Check These Pics by JimsonJaat001(m): 8:28am On Jan 10, 2016 |
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Jokes Etc / Funny! I Guess Every Family Has That Uncle Who......lwkmd by JimsonJaat001(m): 12:01am On Jan 10, 2016 |
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Politics / Re: US Presidential Aspirant Finish Nigeria And Kenya! But Is He Lying?? by JimsonJaat001(m): 11:52pm On Jan 09, 2016 |
Ideyontop:Just look at how we are ruling ourselves...never think it as an insult..."They import even MATCHSTICKS!!" It he lying? |
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