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Hi osakpor, dont worry about you being a new member, very soon you'll blend in. I was also once a new member and so was every other member. None of us was born a lander. But congratulations for choosing to be in the literary section. Its the best. Feel free to post your mind and let pple feel your creativity.

OH GOD! (contd)
forget our many versions of truth, what truly is the truth? Why is it taking so long for truth to become true. I wish you would imbue up wit rage to unseat those undeserving of grace. Afterall, you see how they madden us to kill each other in your name. I do not know why the word has not been understood. Now there are many words as our perversions. I do not why it takes forever for the gospel to learn its many names; like selfishness and greed.
Creator, i have come forth, when heaven kids at the tip of a sword, when hell blazes in the spoken word. I come for life and truth's pure ray; i come to wish our strife away. My neighbour drowned in a crimson bath. He loved to bathe in holy wrath. I would not have shed a tear, but the preacher is a musketeer.

OH GOD! BY OLATUNJI OLOLADE OF REALITY BITES. (THE NATION)
I saw this piece and i just couldn't let it go. I've kept it wit me for about a month now. Feel it.
Back in  the days when i first made u tyrant, i was just a poor kid who knew no better.
Started of hope in our first flat, u fed me pain at d back of our 3-seater, faith started to to fled my hopeful heart. I remember how i hurled invectives at your name because it seemed the right thing to do. Despite my pleas, you let the portuguese clip the wings of eagles. How i hated you back then.
Perhaps you dont remember or choose not to. So i wont belabor my pain at the back of our 3-seater.
I wont mention moricas, where poverty hid and papa wizened, where mama hushed up wit folklore and itinerant faithful attacked up.
And since you wont recall the penitent bugle propagating have in lieu of prayer, i wont bore you wit memories of the fire that engulfed our window even though there was no spark. Afterall its just my life, passing moments in the hood of child. Thus i guess there's no need for sadness if the faces in the album remind of halima, the angel you gave to us and yet snatched from us because only you could do that. I could still cal you tyrant, but i should have faith. Faith, the wonder that keeps us sane, these days, it drives us insane. We have entered the age of the questionable faiths and we wont ask questions. That is why faith as rife as faceless myths afflict us; they strip us of reason and forethought. In search of grace, we forget to be human. Stil we make our lives a livin hell because we need to make heaven. Hell was boko haram. Our northern brothers still smart  from the ravage of the onslaught. They claim the slaughter was of faith. They said western education is a sin hence a carnage to silence it wit the lives of us who profit from the enlightenment. Wonder what they were thinkin, wonder what incense fired their passion. The christians say they were satanic, the muslims say they were devilish, the heathens stil hold their comment, but i think they were just hungry. I think their fight was of joblessness, perhaps a bit hopelessness, and if you like deviousness, but my pple wil not think so. I have found it comforts our faiths to castigate the whole for the sins of the few. We amass our madness and eccentricities in sordid packages and call them religion. Mischief has found shelter in our lives, confusion too. Tell me has it always been like this? The isrealites claimed you taught them to handle those who wont worship you thus- 'you shall annihilate them.-the canaanites, amorites, hittites, perizzites, hivites and the jebusites- just as the lord your God has commanded'. The logic, explained deutoronomy, was to ensure that the repugnant faiths of neighbors didn't influence on them. But in the book of judges, an isrealite leader suggested a live and let live pact wit the ammonites. Led by their convictions, the muslim extremists bandy the 70 virgins as prize for the faithful wit the bloodiest sword but suratul kafirun admonishes that we live and let live. 'to you be your religion and to me my religion' the message reads. Tell me could you be more confusing? The atheist say you suffer mood swings. These days, they propagate the theory of your confusion wit glee. They say your gift of monotheism left us wit a bad god. Little wonder we have bad faithful, they claim. Could the problem truly be wit you? These days i wonder how much of the word may truly be attributted to you. That is why i agonize on the need for the apocrypha. That is why i stil imagine the content of the gospel of barnabas. Truth seekers claim it contained the truest account of the gospel of jesus the nazarene, but the determiners of faith claim it belongs to apocrypha. We have moved from the age when they told us to make jesus our god, to to an era when we should make the hungry pastor our god and savior. Tell me is this accordin to your will? Stil i wonder if you told our pastors to sell salvation and prosperity to the highest bidder. Stil i wonder why muslim women must live in purdah. Truth sayers claim you never wanted so. Stil i wonder why our fathers misinterprete the koran. They claim that you wish that we keep a harem of wives. It doesn't matter that our kids grow uncared for. It hardly matters that they grow up knowin no love into a life of of crime. Stil i wonder why we treat the girl-child and our women as insignificant others. Stil i wonder why we pay lip service to the foreign faiths- islam and christianity- only to sneak like unrepentant thieves in the night into the shrine of impartial witch-doctors. Tell who is a witch doctor? Who isn't? Who is a heathen? Who isn't? Who does your bidding? Who doesn't? Tell me why should the traditionalist not make heaven? They call on olodumare. If you're olodumare, why would you forsake supplications of folk who slit no throat nor decapitate souls, in your name, save the times we sneak to them for money making rituals?

men feels good to b back. oh i don forget say na only pidgin una sabi for dis adugbo.
anyway me i no fit rhyme today o sake of say i dey rush, i just say kak i run branch ni.
we no fi tel wetin go happen again. i just flash my sistem and i neva install any AV. so mak i shutt down bifor gbege go bust again. anybody get idea which one i fi use wey go strong wel wel?

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Hi buffalo sorry vesc, thank for givin me that hint. But hey i still think i need one. What'bout yours? Talkin about insanity, i've been insane for about a month now. Since day i've been asked to stop takin beer and seeing girls. By no other person than one of those over-sabi prophets. Who always sees your future but cant see theirs. He said if i stop, i'll be rich. You should see the way he said it. 'young man, your future looks so bright. I see you livin in affluence but son you have to stop the things you do to get them'. And what are these things? i asked. Then he gave me two outrageous conditions. What is all the money in this world without girls and shacks. Anyways i told him thank you sir.

How do i get you on f'buk? Cant pour my heart out now, cos i dont know where it is. Not that i misplaced it, i want to believe it was stolen. What wont they steal in this country? Anyways, not that i'm mad cos that one's even worn out and i'm stil in search of a new one. That reminds me, would you be kind enough to lend me yours for sometime?

@ semi, na wu tel you say kidnappin no be d soluting? Sometimes to get wetin you want you must cause confusion. Especially when dem dey pretend say dem no hear, you must carry dem go one corner to comot d wool wey dey dem ear. Carry go my niger delta pallies. Next place wey we wan show up now na pdp rallies.

Ariblaze, rave, cisse, i'm feelin you guys. You rock, but not my world. Thats even if i have any. Everythin seems to belong to the private sectors these days. All in the name of privatisation, the pple in govt have sold what we could ours. But can we blame them? They paid to be there and they must get their money back. Even if it means sellin nigeria. But what ires me is the fact that they did not give me #5000 to vote for them, so why should i suffer with those that collected the money. Now i've been at home for three months, my graduation, adjourned to a later date. Who is to blame for this also? Me, ASUU, or govt? It couldn't be me cos i'm the victim. The lectures feels also they're fightin a good fight. There's nothin wrong in doin a little oliver twist and askin for more. Afterall those ungrateful senators whom they tutored is earnin more than they're requestin. So the blame couldn't also be on ASUU. The govt, i'm not sure. Is it our president's fault that he's not feelin too well. Like my brother always says, the nation is sick and we have a sick president. Another reason why our health sector must spring to work. At least to save mr. president the embarrassment of havin to go to saudi arabia and have those long-bearded doctors operate on him. Oh no, on a second thought, what about our pastors? I've heard several times they cure any disease. Haven't any of them found an antidote to the president's ailment? Maybe the mallam should himself visit papa on the road to ibadan or the goateed pastor in the synagog at ikotun. Many of his predecessors have done that, even from outside Naija. Oh pardon me, i forget he's a muslim. But muslims do a kind of fastin and prayers that also heals sickness. I've seen it several times in Naija home videos. Blaze, i guess you forgot to add that?

@ semi, na tru say i no dey like rhyme, bicos e too dey take time, e go bi like wen pesin wan take lime, u must first dey tink about am. Se i no try? Abeg wia d archive dey? Dis place too big for mak pesin just parabulate.

Now, BORAT i can guess who your favorite musician is going to be by the way you talk about poetry- terry g. But just bear in mind that poetry loves you.

Here's for you DARKGODDES, have you ever tried to read books definin poems or poetry, one that fascinates me the most is the one that says "poetry is an avenue to say what you will not say ordinarily and yet you cant keep quiet about it". I'm sure the person who sent the poem is of the male gender and i guess both you were once in love and he wronged you, or just friends and if wants more. Anyways, my younger sister will die for a guy like that. She made me love poetry.

Mine is 'no sane mosquito in its right senses will drop its wings, so i'm sure they must be dead' from sizwe bansi is dead. Its been a long time i read the book so i cant remember the name of the author. I'm not even sure if thats the correct line, but i like to use that way, especially proverbially.

Oh boy, sori oh pple. Wetin dey happen na, abi happen dey nothin ni? I bin tink if i stop by for dis bunk i go fi see some okripa Naija rhyme throw give my new warri babe na, but no o, na discuss i meet for here so. She the luv don finis ni?

Nice 1 nex. How far u don tish dis tin bifor? Na wa o. Na difsent tin mek u get sometin an mek u fi giv am out. , Now AMY, this one's for you. I'm sure if those Naija friends have noticed the lil pidgin in you, they'll want to continue testin your knowledge especially wit questions like 'how far' and 'how you dey'. Just reply them saying 'i firm wellishly'. Wait to see the look on their faces cos i'm sure most of them have not known about that reply yet. Its a new slang for the normal 'i dey' which means "i'm fine' and the two pidgin questions above means how are you.

Nice 1 nex. How far u don tish dis tin bifor? Na wa o. Na difsent tin mek u get sometin an mek u fi giv am out. , Now AMY, this one's for you. I'm sure if those Naija friends have noticed the lil pidgin in you, they'll want to continue testin your knowledge especially wit questions like 'how far' and 'how you dey'. Just reply them saying 'i firm wellishly'. Wait to see the look on their faces cos i'm sure most of them have not known about that reply yet. Its a new slang for the normal 'i dey' which means "i'm fine' and the two pidgin questions above means how are you.

Nice thread leamom. Here are some i've been collecting since '01. Some of them are also mine but most of them are not. *when a window of opportunity is closed, we stare too long at it to notice that the door has been opened. *losers give in to defeat by not starting, winners outrun defeat by not stopping. *dont be afraid to fail, it will serve as your proof that you have tried. *God wants us to meet a few wrong pple so that when we finally meet the right ones, we will be grateful for the gift. *you cannot make someone love you, all you can do is be someone that can be loved, the rest is up to them. *giving someone your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back, give it time to grow in their and if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours. *only two kinds of pple fail, those who listen to nobody and those who listen to everybody. *a person who wales up in the morning and becomes great did not sleep in the night. *great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, small minds discuss people. *learn from others' mistake, you cannot live long enough to make them yourself. *youth is not the time of life as you're as young as your faith and as old as your doubt, as young as your self-confidence and as old as your fear, as young as your hope and as old as your despair, as young as your strength and as old as your weakness, as young as your as your past and as old as your future. *the most fertile soil in the world is the cemetery. *life cannot defeat a man who's in love with writing for life itself is a writer's love. *the problem that infuriates man the most is the one assigned him to solve. *losers focus on what they are going thru, champions focus on what they are going to.

THE PLACE OF BEAUTY AND THE BEAST, I know a land. Within the black race. Categorized developing. Where liveth, the beauty and the beast. A place of contradictions. In living, thought and belief. Different are their ways. Parallel are their views. The rich and the poor. The poisonous and the harmless. Jam-packed in a convention. Just to make a 'giant of africa'. Nigeria of their opinion. Where cry and laughter. The oppressed and the oppressor. The good, the bad and the ugly. Are neighbors and companions.

The one who comes in my dreams. I wonder how she'll be. Hiding in my heart since long. I wonder how she'll be. I've seen her in such different ways. Seems like i've seen her for days. I know heavens are deciding the fate of two hearts. Without even seeing her, i'm so restless. Oh my God! What will happen, if i eventually meet her? Taking my dreams away. Coming my way how she'll be. In my eyes she has a place, in my heart since days. For the first time i meet, the one and only of my heart. Nervous i am, dont know why. Seems like hiding the moon in the sky. I will not say a word to her. Just keep staring at her face. Oh! this eagerness, this restlessness. I wonder how she'll be. Hoping she's what i've seen, all these years in my dreams. I will be meeting her soon. In a day or two. I wonder how she'll be.

Hi hector! You know like i said i'm new. And whereas i typed those things using my phone. Anyways thanx for the tip. Its really appreciated.

Hi hector, you know like i said, i'm new and whereas i typed those things using my phone. All the same, thanx for the tip. Its really appreciated.

Hi peeps! Here's a new one to the family of the landers. A lotta pple think i'm a clown. I once got the the NFA of the year award in my department during my 200L days. Wit this i initially thot of joining the jokes section but i found that my jokes were far too advanced for that. I always seem to have a different kind of opinion about everything which makes pple think i'm odd, but one good thing is i always try to write them down either in form of poetry or just plain view. Here are some of my poetic collection. Please pardon my arrangement. The full stops represent a line.                                             THIS IS NOT MY SONG (adapted from my poem.)                                              This is not my song. The song i feel turning in me. The song of my heart and soul. Of my greatest desire. I dont have the passion yet, to sing the song i feel.       My song is the wandering youth. Jobless, on the streets. Without food nor shelter. Maddened by circumstances. My song runs thru the roads. Abused, helpless since conception. Left with no option than hawk. 'Buy my pure water cold one'.  My poor song has taken to the streets. To rob the haves off their belongings. A society that cant help too many poor wont save too few rich.   My song stands at the red-light spot. Waiting for patronage. 'hurry, hurry, say your money. Money for hand, back for ground'. 'no rubber, extra charges'.  My song is the high school student. With a robe of many colors. Shoe from james. Shirt from john. Trousers from jackson. Belt from jimmy. My song is the local vendor. Trekking every nooks and bus-stops. Whistling 'today news today'. Yet no newspaper carries my song. My song is the promise of tarred road. Over the red dusty road. On the way to my father's town. My song is the village school teacher. A very big bundle of knowledge. Who teaches pupils to become doctors. But himself dies of diseases. My song is the fertile grave. Filled with manure. Manures of healthy brains of men. Men who know what to do. But not how to do. Men who know how to do. But not what to do.      No this can never be my song. My song should go platinum. My song should be number one. My song should be a world leader. My song has the resources to be. It has the skill to lead. Africa arise, nigeria stand. Let us all sing this together. To bring it to the position it ought  to be. NOTHING TO BE DONE. What is the meaning of existence? From cradle to the grave. Joy accompanied the birth of a child. Right at the mother's lap, danger loom. Among his peers, enmity is built. The road; dicey, craggy and rough. Destiny at hand, destination uncertain. Tell me the meaning of life. Nakedly naked, we're in death. The bane of our equality. To come and go is to go and come. Everythin is at standstill. Neither movement nor advancement. The trees grow in the forest. Birds nest on trees. Animals make bush their abode. Fishes take solace in water. Forest, trees, bush and water. The confused human abode. I should have flown. But bereaved of wings. Then i wait, Alas! Nothing to be done.