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GSteve001:
Nice. this is a kitchen, don't serve everything at once. 5 or 6 puns at a go is cool, and please space them so that we don't have to skim through without getting the vibe.

Thanks Boss. I Appreciate. GOD Bless You Amen.

"I no wan talk too much but I gat to say something". Hello Everyone. Here is a piece of mine titled "My Dream Woman". Enjoy....

On a cool breeze Saturday of one month like that,
I pictured my dream woman.
It excited me more than I ever imagined,
And all I wish is for time to pedal faster.

My dream woman,
Someone who will understand my undotted i's and uncrossed t's. 
Someone who will be an inspiration for our unborn kids
Someone whose beauty shines bright on a solo effo^rt.
Someone who can add length to my goals, when it drops short.

My dream woman,
A like mind that can understand my creativity in different forms.
Someone I will be eager to introduce to all, and not to some.
Someone whose smile at all time will make me smile.
Someone that will make me happy always, not once in a while.

My dream woman,
Are you fair or dark?
What are the foods you like?
Does your dimple accompany your smile to work?
How outspoken are you, or are you always shy to talk?

My dream woman,
I will be patient as patience to wait for you.
I will look at other ladies plainly, with no thought to woo.
Continous picturing of you will make me work hard
My dear, if I can see a glimpse of your beautiful face in my dream tonight, I will be so glad.

My dream woman,
Someone who will be my best fan, blowing my mind with her endless support.
Someone with low shoulders, quick to apologize when she is at fault.
Someone who won't trade her originality, or yield to societal pressure.
Someone I can tell when am ninety, meeting you is a pleasure.

All in all,
Someone ordained by ALMIGHTY GOD


GOD Bless Us All #Peace.



By Olowo Tosin John....

Thanks Ma. I Appreciate. GOD Bless You Amen.

" no wan talk too much but I gat to say something". Hello Everyone. Here is a piece of mine titled "Pun Kitchen".


I can argue that bee (b) can swim, because its close to sea (c).
If exam was a soccer ball, back benchers would pass.
Rice on a fried day (friday), is given a US green card by curry.
Letters are informally wrong, there is a need to formally right (write) them.

Shey na coincidence if Ndubusi wey dey always busy marry bisi?
No be conjunction if you buy corn for junction.
Work hard, to be a landlord is not by catching ten ants (tenants).
The unknown brother of time who loves cooking is thyme.

Money is paid at the toll gate, there is no shaking of toes.
Her beauty is an Adjecthief (adjective), for it stole my attention.
Watching your watch doesn't secure it, you are only looking at time.
Talking about time, clocks are aged hotels were time as a traveler lodges

To my guys them, if your girlfriend is crying for a new phone, give her an eye pad (Ipad).
Kemi is three, and her father hopes she studies chemistry. She will excel, because she and the course have a chemistry.
Be like full-stop, who in every statement always has a point (.).
No doubt, time is money, but don't be too desperate to sell your watch.

Treat negative minded people like a paragraph, give them space.
Bullet doesn't blow the mind, creativity does. So broad your thinking.
The self fee for a nice selfie is a priceless pose.
Extent gave birth to twins. Scope is in school, while scoping wanders on the street.

Protocols to succeed pose as cutleries, but some are not concerned, yet they want to chop money.
Be careful, don't because you want to drive the best cars, take risks that leave you with the worst scars.
Bimbo is very clean (klin), and she is known around the area (ariel).
More stress for a copper working as a waiter, because he or she has to serve two times.

To be continued in Rhymsonic (2013 Version).


GOD Bless Us All #Peace.



By Olowo Tosin John....

" I no wan talk too much but I gat to say something ". Hello Everyone. Here is a piece of mine titled "Rhymsonic (2014 Version)". Enjoy....

Time is like a danfo, it won't wait for you.
Person wey thief shoe, no even get right to sue.
Ewedu sabi draw, but e still dey respect pencil.
Hunger wired person no dey wait for utensil.

Being broker than broke doesn't mean I can't buy a bottle of coke,
But going scot-free of slap would be subjected to a joke.
Ogbeni 'na me dey there', gra gra is no more in vogue.
So long sight your short sight, because no gain for being a rogue.

Opportunity has two daughters, cage the right one.
Food sellers are funny, 'food is ready', whereas food never done.
Tell that antelope that the lion yawn is not ambiguous, tell it to run.
Refuse to be moody by the sucess of others, life is turn by turn.

Young girl, don't be carried away with your bulky waist extension.
It will attract them, but don't let it pose as an unnoticed distraction.
Fashion doesnt border indecency as against the wrong notion.
Don't drown in your self-made shakara, heed to this caution.

Young boy, increase the salary of your trouser, elevate it
When you dehydrate yourself with smoke, how you go tey fit.
Don't let the unused fruitful years make you fall by their dugged pit.
Time is a traveller that doesn't apologize, do yourself good by cracking this wit.

Owners of hefty wallets are like wall clocks, they are not looked down on
To the children of that compound, dancing in the rain is a priceless fun.
Somethings happen for somethings, not intended is this pun.
I conclude by saying, live well and don't shun.

GOD Bless Us All #Peace.


By Olowo Tosin John....

"I no wan talk too much but I gat to say something". Hello Everyone. Here is a joint insightful comic piece by Heloquent and Uchechi Smily Glory, titled "Media Salary". Enjoy.

Uchechi: knock knock to the guys them door, knock knock to the girls them door. Make una come out, matter dey to yarn. Heloquent, na wa for all this skimpy skimpy girls, who chose to password their phones, but subject their nudity to an object of public view. But na wa for this guys them, who in their usual anthem "no time to waste time", stopped loving the emotionally carried away girls. Who in return, result to self-love in the wrong form. Striking a pose with chest barely covered and waist extension in a position too sensitive for upload, earning a salary of likes and comments. For my diary, it is time for the salary. Sister Behind Behind, post your nude pose and let me give you your salary (likes). Truth be told, I'm tired of seeing posts like this. Cover up girl, restrict your nudity to the four walls of the bathroom. Dignity it is not, when anybody can just tap the like, view, comment button, just to see, pay, and appreciate  what is not supposed to be seen.

Heloquent: Uchechi how far, how your side na? You just remind me of three months ago, when I be post one lengthy article. To me, e make sense. Even before I post am, na professor edit am for me. But to my supprised supprise, two days after, na two likes and one comment I see. I first pause, I con think, before I con dey wonder wetyn happen. As I still dey wonder and ponder while scrolling. I con see a picture with over one thousand likes and one hundred ninety eight comments. No be say I jealous the likes or the comments. But I feel it's morally wrong and undeserved, for a young lady to upload a picture that decency frowns at. All because of an uncashable salary (likes).

Uchechi: Heloquent I dey, I see you. All this loose belt guys, if you know you can't use any protection, then comot face. What self...enough of unwanted pregnancies, the weather is over hot biko. No doubt, we know that just flashing the borrowed Phone6 at her, lands her on your bed. But then, consider us around and protect urself...the weather hot na. Can't social media shut down for a year or two, so people can go back to being themselves. We are tired of paying salaries (likes). Enough of the retard thinking, fakeness here nd there, and publications of stupidity. Dress up girls, dont be engrossed by numbers thought as salaries. Funny enough, all these skimpy skimpy girls, go dey defend saying..."dem go dey do like saints". Lol, everyone must not be like youuuu! There are actually saints in the world, so why can't you just think and be like one.

Heloquent: Uchechi I see you too. The social media has been corrupted, and the purpose has been hijacked. Showcase of smoke puff in the mouth, side and full exposure of the chest, tempting and improper videos, intimidating posts and loads others. All in the bid to earn the feeling of important. But this is wrong, the definition of important has to do with how much people benefit from you. But in this case, it is far from the said. With only influences of peer intimidation and misdirection. Enough for the salary quest, it is fast becoming a trend that's needs to be halted. Some promising young boys and girls, who are born to good family which is far from poor, derail from their designed path. Due to what they see online. Feeling less of themselves, thereby doing a copy of what they feel is cool. So many unrealized fruitful goals, so many unfulfilled potentials are being victims of the immorality parading the social media. All because of uncashable salary (likes).

Uchechi: The wrap up is that some people need auto correct in their life, everything about them is just so wrong. I feel so disgruntled that some people allow the society to change them. Some girls just keep ageing anyhow because they keep dating guys twice score their age. No one is asking you not to bi*ch around, but please stop publicising it, making the younger ones feel education aint worth it anymore. And those girls that be talking about bi*ching around to pay bills, c'mon girl, last time I checked you are still on the same level. So what bill have u been paying? ooooppps.... So quit media salary and use your brain so others can benefit. 

Heloquent: Uchechi you have said it all. But make I add some jara. Man no perfect, man no perfect, no mean say make man trade the art of imperfection. Yolo no talk say make person live life on the path of recklessness and immorality. To the guys them, sleep in your parent house, don't advertise smoking, buy a belt to your loose trouser, return the fake jewelries, re-purpose your pc's, and follow the path of what is right. To the girls them, it's time you stop getting carried away by the two rounds on your chest and the self-impressed waist extension. Placing them for pulic view with the expectations of a media salary (likes). Bro, Sis, we are the leaders of tomorrow, with so much expected from us. Let's make things things right. Say no to media salary. GOD Bless Us All #Peace.




By Heloquent and Uchechi Smily Glory....

"I no wan talk too much but I gat to say something". Hello Everyone. Here is a joint insightful comic piece by Heloquent and Uchechi Smily Glory, titled "Media Salary". Enjoy.

Uchechi: knock knock to the guys them door, knock knock to the girls them door. Make una come out, matter dey to yarn. Heloquent, na wa for all this skimpy skimpy girls, who chose to password their phones, but subject their nudity to an object of public view. But na wa for this guys them, who in their usual anthem "no time to waste time", stopped loving the emotionally carried away girls. Who in return, result to self-love in the wrong form. Striking a pose with chest barely covered and waist extension in a position too sensitive for upload, earning a salary of likes and comments. For my diary, it is time for the salary. Sister Behind Behind, post your nude pose and let me give you your salary (likes). Truth be told, I'm tired of seeing posts like this. Cover up girl, restrict your nudity to the four walls of the bathroom. Dignity it is not, when anybody can just tap the like, view, comment button, just to see, pay, and appreciate  what is not supposed to be seen.

Heloquent: Uchechi how far, how your side na? You just remind me of three months ago, when I be post one lengthy article. To me, e make sense. Even before I post am, na professor edit am for me. But to my supprised supprise, two days after, na two likes and one comment I see. I first pause, I con think, before I con dey wonder wetyn happen. As I still dey wonder and ponder while scrolling. I con see a picture with over one thousand likes and one hundred ninety eight comments. No be say I jealous the likes or the comments. But I feel it's morally wrong and undeserved, for a young lady to upload a picture that decency frowns at. All because of an uncashable salary (likes).

Uchechi: Heloquent I dey, I see you. All this loose belt guys, if you know you can't use any protection, then comot face. What self...enough of unwanted pregnancies, the weather is over hot biko. No doubt, we know that just flashing the borrowed IPhone6 at her, lands her on your bed. But then, consider us around and protect urself...the weather hot na. Can't social media shut down for a year or two, so people can go back to being themselves. We are tired of paying salaries (likes). Enough of the retard thinking, fakeness here nd there, and publications of stupidity. Dress up girls, dont be engrossed by numbers thought as salaries. Funny enough, all these skimpy skimpy girls, go dey defend saying..."dem go dey do like saints". Lol, everyone must not be like youuuu! There are actually saints in the world, so why can't you just think and be like one.

Heloquent: Uchechi I see you too. The social media has been corrupted, and the purpose has been hijacked. Showcase of smoke puff in the mouth, side and full exposure of the chest, tempting and improper videos, intimidating posts and loads others. All in the bid to earn the feeling of important. But this is wrong, the definition of important has to do with how much people benefit from you. But in this case, it is far from the said. With only influences of peer intimidation and misdirection. Enough for the salary quest, it is fast becoming a trend that's needs to be halted. Some promising young boys and girls, who are born to good family which is far from poor, derail from their designed path. Due to what they see online. Feeling less of themselves, thereby doing a copy of what they feel is cool. So many unrealized fruitful goals, so many unfulfilled potentials are being victims of the immorality parading the social media. All because of uncashable salary (likes).

Uchechi: The wrap up is that some people need auto correct in their life, everything about them is just so wrong. I feel so disgruntled that some people allow the society to change them. Some girls just keep ageing anyhow because they keep dating guys twice score their age. No one is asking you not to bi*ch around, but please stop publicising it, making the younger ones feel education aint worth it anymore. And those girls that be talking about bi*ching around to pay bills, c'mon girl, last time I checked you are still on the same level. So what bill have u been paying? ooooppps.... So quit media salary and use your brain so others can benefit. 

Heloquent: Uchechi you have said it all. But make I add some jara. Man no perfect, man no perfect, no mean say make man trade the art of imperfection. Yolo no talk say make person live life on the path of recklessness and immorality. To the guys them, sleep in your parent house, don't advertise smoking, buy a belt to your loose trouser, return the fake jewelries, re-purpose your pc's, and follow the path of what is right. To the girls them, it's time you stop getting carried away by the two rounds on your chest and the self-impressed waist extension. Placing them for pulic view with the expectations of a media salary (likes). Bro, Sis, we are the leaders of tomorrow, with so much expected from us. Let's make things things right. Say no to media salary. GOD Bless Us All #Peace.




By Heloquent and Uchechi Smily Glory....

Thank You Sir. I Appreciate. GOD Bless You Amen

"I no wan talk too much but I gat to say something". Hello Everyone. Here is a piece of mine titled "I Still Never Forget". Enjoy.
Those days of tyre rolling, powered by our tiny legs.
Those days of ball over fence, and ball to the glass.
Those days of suwe-suwe game, with the tricks involved.
Those days of the energetic demonstrated energy.
Those days of being fearless in our lively ways.
Those days when laughter and smiles were glued to our faces.
Padi mi, I still never forget.

The landlord's wheelbarrow was our limosine,
Swapping positions, either driving or seating.
I remember the boundless joy she experienced, when you wheeled faster,
Begging you to stop, while I laughed from afar.
Chuckling together, to the humour of what happened.
Back then, it was me, you, her and him.
Padi mi, I still never forget.

The hide and seek games, the tree climbing, the wrestling,
All were done with so much happiness.
Do you still remember the swimming bathing in the rain,
Shouting and splashing water on each other.
Our parents saw it as rough plays, that shouldn't be played.
But to us, it had a value they couldn't see nor feel.
Padi mi, I still never forget.

She was the best in dancing, you were the best in football, he was good in whyning, but I sabi pass am small.
We were like a team, with our bond posing as a coach.
Every second had a defintion, every moment was priceless.
Children in other compound with so much passion, envied our unrivalled rhythm.
We had our language, only we were the translator.
We had a routine, that shaped daily plays.
Padi mi, I still never forget.

I saw it as a mere statement when the barber across the road,
Once said, twenty children cant play for twenty years.
I still can't believe our bond bowed to the patience of time.
What really happened, I don't know.
I just know, am here, you are there, she is somewhere, and he is not here.
The memories that lingers in my head, out numbers the drops in the ocean.
Padi mi, I still never forget.

When I saw her last year, my anxiety doubled but later crumbled.
In her classy classy forming, she struggled to flow with me.
We dey for the same department, but he dey always throway face.
He is a bigi boy now, owner of a four Wheel.
If you reading this, I hope you reply, even though you don't have my number.
I miss you guys, I wish you all the best.
Padi mi, I still never forget.




By Olowo Tosin John....

Cutehector:
ur writeup is dry na

Yea I know. Its as dry as wet itself. Thanks Boss....

Cutehector:

or You meant this Sir

"I no wan talk too much but I gat to say something". Hello Everyone. Here is a comic piece of mine titled "Smell of the Suya". Enjoy.

My son, wear your shirt,
Go and buy me two derica of rice.
Don't go and buy rubbish for me o,
Make sure you prize the price.
If you dare do your usual branshing,
As expected will be the usual thrashing.
Evening is getting late, and water is on fire,
So hurry!

Customer, I wan buy rice,
You get change one thousand naira?
How we go do am now,
And na only rice I wan buy.
Wait, make I ask maisuya,
Na my padi, he go get change.
So you fit sell am down.

International aboki for suya, how far.
Omo this your suya dey smell nice o,
Even perfume sef go bow.
If I buy fifty naira own, you get change?
Make sure you put fisi o,
Make the suya plenty pass normal.
You know as you dey am now.

Oh boy! The smell of this suya extend to the taste o.
Shaparly sell five hundred naira own make I dey go.
Sell two hundred own for that fine girl,
In fact, increase am to four hundred.
Ah don't mention, it's a normal thing.
Oga suya, shebi I don give you money,
What do you mean, I don give you joor.

Customer, pls have you seen my son?
It's over an hour now,
Since I sent him to buy two derica of rice for me.
Expecting him urgently,
Made me come looking for him.
At the suya junction!
What is he doing there?

My son! why you kneeling down on the road?
What are you doing here?
Where is the rice?
What happened to your face?
Can't you talk?
Answer me, before I descend on you.

Mummy pls, it is the smell of the suya.
The smell evaporated away the memory of the errand,
Stealing stylishly the single note in my pocket,
Putting me in an intentional gbese,
That made me receive tons of slaps.
Mummy, you need to believe me,
It wasn't me, it is the smell of the suya.

Shut up Your mouth!
The hot water was boiling in idleness,
Wasting the scarcely bought kerosene.
Your father is on his way home,
Nepal has taken the light,
And here you are,
Blaming the smell of the suya.
By the time I deal with you,
You hear wenn.

Maisuya, dont zama quincin rai.
(Pls don't be annoyed)
I will give you the money tomorrow,
I didn't know he has incurred a debt.
By the way,
This suya smells good,
Sell fifty own for me, let me taste,
In fact increase to two hundred naira.

Mummy mummy, I hail o.



GOD Bless Us All #Peace.




By Olowo Tosin John....

"I no wan talk too much but I gat to say something". Hello Everyone. Here is a comic piece of mine titled "Smell of the Suya". Enjoy.

My son, wear your shirt,
Go and buy me two derica of rice.
Don't go and buy rubbish for me o,
Make sure you prize the price.
If you dare do your usual branshing,
As expected will be the usual thrashing.
Evening is getting late, and water is on fire,
So hurry!

Customer, I wan buy rice,
You get change one thousand naira?
How we go do am now,
And na only rice I wan buy.
Wait, make I ask maisuya,
Na my padi, he go get change.
So you fit sell am down.

International aboki for suya, how far.
Omo this your suya dey smell nice o,
Even perfume sef go bow.
If I buy fifty naira own, you get change?
Make sure you put fisi o,
Make the suya plenty pass normal.
You know as you dey am now.

Oh boy! The smell of this suya extend to the taste o.
Shaparly sell five hundred naira own make I dey go.
Sell two hundred own for that fine girl,
In fact, increase am to four hundred.
Ah don't mention, it's a normal thing.
Oga suya, shebi I don give you money,
What do you mean, I don give you joor.

Customer, pls have you seen my son?
It's over an hour now,
Since I sent him to buy two derica of rice for me.
Expecting him urgently,
Made me come looking for him.
At the suya junction!
What is he doing there?

My son! why you kneeling down on the road?
What are you doing here?
Where is the rice?
What happened to your face?
Can't you talk?
Answer me, before I descend on you.

Mummy pls, it is the smell of the suya.
The smell evaporated away the memory of the errand,
Stealing stylishly the single note in my pocket,
Putting me in an intentional gbese,
That made me receive tons of slaps.
Mummy, you need to believe me,
It wasn't me, it is the smell of the suya.

Shut up Your mouth!
The hot water was boiling in idleness,
Wasting the scarcely bought kerosene.
Your father is on his way home,
Nepal has taken the light,
And here you are,
Blaming the smell of the suya.
By the time I deal with you,
You hear wenn.

Maisuya, dont zama quincin rai.
(Pls don't be annoyed)
I will give you the money tomorrow,
I didn't know he has incurred a debt.
By the way,
This suya smells good,
Sell fifty own for me, let me taste,
In fact increase to two hundred naira.

Mummy mummy, I hail o.



GOD Bless Us All #Peace.




By Olowo Tosin John....

Sirnose:
......

Olowo John Tosin...ur every where at dsame time!...nice piece u've got dere bro,making me feel very proud to b an ex-commando

Thanks Boss. I Appreciate. GOD Bless You Amen. The number is 08142760731

"I no wan talk too much but i gat to say something".
Sit down young boy, let me tell you a story.
Errand your distractions, and listen very carefully.
The past is not just a four letter word, it's a hunter in disguise.
Forget the ticking of the wall clock, time flies.
Out there somewhere is a 41 years old man, wishing all the spent years was a long dream.
Sorry for the swap in language, the rocky landing still dey do the guy like film.
When he was five, he was warned to stop playing with knife.
But the conceived stubbornness of the age four, posed as a glued drive.
Concern, flogging, and the volume of shout increased at age ten.
Even the principal could not understand why a primary four pupil would stab his fellow classmate with a pen.
Repetitions of abeg was instrumental in his admission to a nearby secondary school.
There, he got away with his funny acts, thinking reality was asleep but he had no clue.
His mother cried daily, begging him to change.
To fuel the plead, his father even prostrated for him without considering his age.
His perceived asleep reality, yawned at him in ss2 when he celebrated his eighteenth birthday.
Not only did he go around drinking and smoking, he was reported to have raped a thirteen years old girl to death later that day.
His mother couldn't mutter a word, his father eyes were soaked in despair.
The worse being the outcome was more than a scare.
This time, the community refused to do the usual, and he headed to prison.
Even as the only child, his father refused to visit but justified were the reasons.
Seeing his kind, the word remorseful escaped his feeling.
He was overwhelmed with being young, whereas time was flying.
Lucky to be released five years, at the change of a military government.
To him, five years was nothing but some of his mates were already final students.
Abiamo would abiamo, he was well received by his parent.
Again they adviced him to change, but his promise was far from meant.
Weeks after, idleness of the hand made him say yes to a notorious gang.
A decision that later ran out his luck, leading to a boomerang.
Stealing, sexual harrasment, drinking, and smoking were the daily objectives of this gang.
Reality being tired of thought to be sleeping then stamped her feet with a bang.
Not to bore you with details my boy.
When thinking became heightened, his parent kissed the soil.
Jungle justice he experienced at age 34, when he was unable to escape fast like others did.
He could have been rescued on time, but not only after his legs were amputated.
On the silky bed of the hospital, his once dreamt dream of becoming a footballer, load of advices, cunnny cum criminal acts, replayed over and over.
For seven years now, he has been battling with the bluntness of reality with no mama or papa as cover.
Resorted to road side begging,
With a regretful heart and daily wishing.
So my boy, time is a fleeting companion, make the best of it while its on your side.
Don't say time will wait for you, don't say you are a child.
Run when you can run, fly when you can fly.
Adhere to your parent advice, it would give you a stepping stone on the sky.
Time is motionally programmed, forget the wall clock.
It talks and wait for nobody, the single ticks are disguised bulk.
So from the learnt of this story, go and apologize to your parent.
Be sincere on each word, don't be like the 41 years old man whose promise was never meant.
GOD Bless You as You adjust....




By Olowo Tosin John....

" I no wan talk too much but I gat to say something". Hello Everyone. Here is a joint comic piece titled "Me Sef No Well".

Rasheed, I dey always code if cold cold me,
No be James Bond forming, na just to make GP bold.
To con dey use blanket tie wrapper, when lecture dey hold for class,
Omo na stranger to the route to first class.
Anytime body wan hot, na Expectations be the self-medication.
Only a glance at the Labour market, dey make my stressed feeble legs stand attention.
Oh Boy  - Me Sef No Well.

Heloquent, eight o'clock lecture wey motor no dey, your guy dey enter booth.
Na adventure I dey call am, until the day engine oil reason my white trouser suit.
Five times venue changing, how person no good get headache?
Sometimes e dey be like say oven dey inside my head wey dey bake the ache.
Na just the agidi on my side, malaria na regular catcher of me.
If ill wan con draw the agidi, self-medication na reminder of wetyn I dream to be.
So no be only You - Me Sef No Well.

Rasheed, you go don hear say I faint two weeks ago?
Me no no say stress dey do ajo for my body, e just dey accumulate dey go.
Me wey be regular student for school, and my punctuality na first born of early.
With no time to cook, na junks be the waiter wey dey serve my belly.
Exam period wey book dey full my front, my body dey always frown.
But me dey always bone the signal, not knowing e go bring faint wey go fall me down.
So no be only You - Me Sef No Well.

Heloquent, as you faint everybody for class surprise.
That night, I shaparly reason the two night missed sleep wey don soak for my eyes.
With the books wey dey to read, and project to type, wetyn man go do.
The way my body dey do me sef, doubt full my clue.
No vex say I no con check on you, no be my wish not go out
Na the ache for head, weak for body, cattarh for nose, and cough for mouth.
So no be only You - Me Sef No Well.

Rasheed, we started from the bottom, now we are here.
Thank GOD for the Grace, Strength and Care.
The long run race in its final lap is almost over.
The learnt lessons in this fall walls, will make us bolder.
The endurance will make our parents proud, and success giving us a high five.
As we graduate to another phase in life.
Bro - It Is Well.

Helloquent, I Thank GOD for keeping us alive to witness this final lap.
As signing out, dinner and convocation party, await us all.
Induction as professional historians coming soon, a plus to our CV.
With the clock ticking in its usual tick,
I can't wait to say Straight Outta Unilorin,
Throwing my cap in the air, feeling fulfilled.
Bro - It Is Well.

#TeamFinalist. #ClassOf2016.


GOD Bless Us All #Peace.




By Olowo Tosin John (Heloquent) and Olorunishola Rasheed (Genrash)....

boladale:
No replies?!!! Twale, my bruv! this is great!

Thank You very much Ma. This comment indeed goes a long way. GOD Bless You Ma Amen

"I no wan talk too much but I gat to say something". Here is a piece of mine titled "Danfo Scenario". Enjoy.
Madam shift small abeg, make I comot this money.
Conductor don dey eye me, thinking say I wan form cunny.
Bustop don dey near, I need to settle and go.
Agree with this respect, make kasala no show
These seats are literally small business we have to manage
If not for reasons, we shouldn't be jampacked in this bus like cage.

Madam! ear-piece no dey your ear, shebi you dey hear me.
As I take the bull by the horn, you have to shift, and how you do it is your own cup of tea.
Irrelevant is this agidi of yours, it will only activate a piled up mute para.
Shift madam! Madam shift! Let me remove this 100 naira.
Gentle appears my face, but it extends not in character.
Your age I respect, but right now it doesn't matter.

Ogbeni conductor! diversify your para on me.
No be plead I dey plead wey this madam no hear the plead.
Hey madam! Shift for me joor.
Na me say make you fat abi here na your parlour.
A stone throw is my Bustop! What kind of human being are you.
For the last time shift, before I do what's far from your clue.

My brother, the thought in my head and the weakness of my strength, are soaked in my mind.
Don't blame me totally, the thought of my life makes hearing blind.
With no marriage and decent job, I celebrate 41 tomorrow.
Stories are much to tell my brother, I pray you see no sorrow.
Even the fare of this bus, I entered with faith.
Humiliation I get everyday, and twice a week I faint.

Madam, blank is me right now, what do I say?
But I plead for forgiveness in its finest form.
For a retraction of the unfitting words, I promise to help.
My uncle wants to remarry, and there is a vacancy in my place of work.
Here is my number to call, you are too beautiful to suffer.
Owa! Owa! Take conductor, for two.

GOD Bless Us All #Peace.

By Olowo Tosin John....

"I no wan talk too much but I gat to say something". Hello Everyone. Here is a piece of mine titled "This Lady". Enjoy

She may be blunt like that sharp side of a knife,
But this lady am sure would make a good wife.
Original to the core, she no be fake like penalty dive.
Very industrious a lady, she no dey reluctant to strive.
As I dey look her, she go know how to drive.
Her motto na determination, she don buy am since the age of five.

Her decency stands her tall amongst her peers,
A planted seed aimed to be harvested in years.
Fight against falsely modernity, in this she wears her wares.
She is an accepted omoluabi example for young girls.
Well trained and self trained, her politeness no dey less.
Ranging from her grades to attitude, everything just dey impress.

This lady is just eighteen, she would be nineteen by next month.
At her convocation next year, am ready to drink malt.
Am sure the meats would be well fried and the rice no go fault salt.
In fact, I hear say na abroad they wan buy her cloth.
No doubt, she worth every spending of things that is planned to be bought.
I pray she continues to walk in the path, I pray she sees no halt.

We live on same street in lagos, I have snapped her before.
Am a photographer by profession, not really rich but far from poor.
This lady is very talented, she can sing, dance, rap, and even draw.
I was amazed one day when I spotted her juggling a ball.
She is simply amazing, a stare at her can drop your jaw.
Investing time is her hobby, she is not the type that parades a shopping mall.

To that sisi over there, be like this lady.
Make your parent proud, put that smile on their face.
Don't fade away these years, don't gamble the future.
Treat everybody like a wall clock, look down not.
When you are outstanding, so many people will talk positively about you.
Customers are waiting for me outside, but I have still have to appreciate This Lady.................................................................. GOD Bless Us All #Peace.
Cc. Lalasticlala, Seun.


By Olowo Tosin John....

Hello... Here is a piece of mine titled "Reflective". Enjoy....


Born to a good family, far from poor.
Her parent were so strict, strict to the core
Well raised, well trained, well groomed, you can imagine.
More exceptional than her peers, wide was the margin.
The hopes were so high the expectations were tall.
For it was assumed that one day this girl would soar.
She was so so good, topping the class was a routine.
Admitted in college at the age of sixteen.
She promised not to mingle, gave her word to excel.
But how focused is this focus, only time can tell.
Year one grades were healthy and she got lots of praise.
Her mother jumped for joy and her father gave an embrace.
At the return to school, she met two friends.
She thought they were like minds, she saw no fence.
The temptation was hidden, it wasn't shown to be seen.
She was enticed with freedom, exposing herself to sin.
Distraction then posed as a rope, she started skipping class.
Pride became a norm and her gold changed to brass.
Toasted by a poet, the wordings were so real.
She saw no fault and she said no nil.
Am almost 18 was the reply to advices,
Use or squander was the fate of her chances.
Worried became her parent, they saw the wrong in something.
Lured to bed, forgetting what they were expecting.
On an endless journey was her period, it became searched for.
Reality dawned on her on a thoughtful afternoon, few minutes to four.
Hearing the new, her father screamed, while her mother was soaked in tears.
The little timed fun spoilt the hope of years.
Her father said, no matter the comeback, the focus was dented.
She couldn't believe what happened, her voice melted.
As expected, she developed the phobia for shame.
Suicide was punctual, the last hope went into the drain.
For her dream was to be Chattered, but she ended being Shattered, thinking she was smarter but lost to the guy who Flattered.

*The End*




By Olowo Tosin John....

"I no wan talk too much but I gat to say something". It is titled "Title It".


Time is a fleeting companion, make the best of it while its on your side.
Overwhelmed with your growth, whereas you are just a child.
Trust is exact in its spelling, but how far is it with reality?
Forget ability, it loses its voice at some point in time.
But we get rescued by DIVINE GRACE, dropping the jaws of our imagination.
Priceless are the childhood days, it can't be sold even at the extreme of digits. Some memories lingers in our head, pleading for a comeback.
Temptations are flexible, hiding their devices in the word of unnoticed.
Be careful Sister 24 years old, marriage at the later dawn is marriage unveiled.
When the melody of a played song, bathe and scrub itself in your head, wake your talent up.
Reality is the complex, forget the collections of shops.
Not only does pride stresses the shoulders, it gives an undeserved leave to the brain.
I can't picture her face anymore, I was in primary three when I last saw her.
Forget the borrowed and not meant poetic words, dwindle not your value, so close your legs.
Sorry this is lengthy, inspiration in its finest form is on full night shift.
Try your best to be righteous, distance yourself from wrong.
Enjoyment of life depends on understanding, pray for the gift.
Channel your energy to politics, be a councillor in your ward, don't be way ward.
Big boy fresh is not by loose belt or cheating fingers, its class and intelligence dancing salsa.
Only five more lines from inspiration, for she is going elsewhere.
Four, I have not used a curve four. Maybe if I use it, the screen would break, resulting from fell.
Three, under the mango tree in this season, the fruits are free.
Two, an apprentice shouldn't press phone, the pertinent need to know the application of tools.
One, Live a Good and Better Life................................................................. GOD Bless Us All #Peace.




By Olowo Tosin John....