ADA-ORA

Dear diary, you know I haven’t seen adaora for years now! This morning, I was walking down the road heading to the bank , my ears heard a voice that it hasn’t heard for some years now,

“oh my god is that adaoras scintillating voice I asked myself”

I turned swiftly with immediate alacrity, behold I saw adaora across the road looking gorgeous. Her face radiated beauty, her penetrative eyes scattered the gates of my heart, her skin looking polished, I could percieve her mouth watering scent from the other side of the main road, her hair was silky and dark! She was waving gently with her right hand, my crave was to see her left hand to know if there is a round steel in her ring finger.

I beckoned her to come over to the other side of the road while I was answering a call, out of excitement, adaora ran into a vehicle and the worst happened. I saw the definition of beauty lying lifeless on the coal tar, her dark hair painted with her crimson red blood, I could see her tendons, her eyes popped out of the eye socket, her right hand was on the other side of the road, she was in a sorry situation!

I was gone! The bones in my body couldn’t carry me again, I was shivering, goosebumps clothed me, I bellowed “adaora adaora!! My adorable adaora don’t go like this” my voice was mixed with the beat of sorrow, I wished I didn’t tell her to cross over,i wish I didn’t see her, I wished it was a dream, I wished I didn’t wake up that day to go to the bank! I WISH I GET OVER THIS TRAUMA SOONEST!

I wish you see it as a fiction!!

HATE

The word hate is the end point of the excercise of envy. The seed of hate is initialy planted as jelousy and when watered with the water of enmity it metarmorphoses into a big tree of hate. Things that trigger hate are often trivialities. The tree of hate has a very stong tap root of grudge that holds the tree firmly to the ground; the tree has tleaves of fury, branches of overwhelming wickedness!

Intrestingly, hate has crippled more than it has made to walk, hate has… blinded more than it has given sight, hate has killed more than it has given life. Overtime,there has always been a very thing line between love and hate. It doesn’t take anything to slip off the line of hate and fall on love!

Finaly,hate isnt a good spice that should be added into the pot of happy living. The hate spice will simply spoil the awesome soup of good living! Live a hate free life today!

Hate isnt life!

Hate is crap!

Hate is a sin!

LETTER FROM ME TO ME

Dear Mark Anthony,
How are you doing? I hope you are doing very well? If so, thanks be to God. Meanwhile, do you know that you’re twice as awesome as you think? Do you know that everything that has happened to you is a plus even if they appear to be a minus…?
Anyways, my aim of writing this letter to you is simply to encourage you, to let you know that you have started making thrilling strides on the high way of greatness, all I ask is your careful application of caution. Trust me; it is not an easy task due to the things attached to being successful. Remember; you will lose friends, you will be an object of mockery, you will be laughed to scorn, you will doubt yourself many times.
Again, always remember that you do not need any body’s endorsement as a do-or-die affair. There is no endorsement more powerful than self endorsement. Have it at the front page of your mind; that most people who accord you with great plaudits go behind you to deflate the balloon of your awesomeness. They gift you with hurrahs, proud handshakes and several nods of approval but they have a burning desire to wipe out your very existence. Truly, they see the truth in your ambitions and weigh theirs with yours. After the weighing exercise, insecurity starts flowing through their veins and the next line of action is to counter the truthfulness of your ambition. Remember, you are walking down the isle of pain heading to the podium of gain.
Finally, have it at the back of your mind that; some stumbling blocks appear like stepping stones and most stepping stones appear to be stumbling blocks. Be very careful, be natural, be you, BE GREAT.

anonymous.

PRETENDERS AND HYPOCRITES

PRETENDERS AND HYPOCRITES!…

There is no gain saying the incontestable truism that this world is infested with “pretenders and hypocrites”.

Overtime, people have improved on their pretending skill as it is a vital social skill in the world of today! Pretence have been turned to an art form and no more an impulse thing. It has become part and parcel of many in today’s world!

As a matter of fact, no body is left out in this matter that is eating the world up.

When clergy men are involved in this unsavory act why won’t normal people get wound up in it?

Every body has his /her or her area of concentration in this business of pretence and hypocrisy! Examples;

Parents==} I haven’t been able to understand why most parents send wrong signals to their children. You had couple of boyfriends in your youthful age and probably got yourself into some sort of mess. That is not a problem! The problem arises when you sense your daughter is actually following your footsteps genetically… As a rational human, the best thing to do is to call that girl into your closet and give her a full run down of what she is about getting herself into! Make her understand you’ve been there while talking to her.

But No! Parents won’t do it! They want to appear as a saint that they are not!

HYPOCRICY!!

Fathers who didn’t know what it feels like to graduate top of the class will be busy forcing their children to believe they always came first in their days!

PRETENCE!

Pastors===} This group of pastors who bring out time to mislead their congregation don’t worth earning my respect!

No!

You have a pulpit where you can stand and start farthing with your mouth! You preach “A” and do “B”. Pretend to be a shepherd while you are a wolf in in a shepherds attire. You liaise with lions and you lead your sheep’s to the lions den and point to the lions the sheep that has more meat!

PRETENCE!

Young boys ===} You like a preety girl and you’re not up to her standard. Your male folks say something like “bro you need to package well ”

Listen! People have made it easier for themselves by adopting a lighter word to substitute those serious words.

There is nothing different between the slang “packaging ” and “pretending ”

You’re instructed to package ie; pretend, you borrow clothes to appear cool. Good!

PRETENDER YOU ARE!

The list is longer than river nile. These are things that Happen on daily basis. People deceiving people, people mastering the art of pretence.

If you’re a goat, appear as a goat don’t go and hire the deep voice of a lion so you roar people into believing that you’re a lion!

Pretending isn’t easy. Being hypocritical is one of the most difficult thing one can do.

This world needs to be real by all means! Start being real!

When you’re real, you attract real things. When you pretend, you know what will happen!

Tenkiu!

I am Mr Banks

ON THE GRUESOME TANKER EXPLOSION

Suicide is man’s way of telling God “you can’t fire me” I quit!

People commit suicide everyday, people die from suicide everyday, people indulge in suicidal acts and sometimes they go free. sometimes too they get caught.

Listen, you do not need to slip your head into a rope or blow your skull off with a gun before that act can be called suicide. …

Statistics shows that our brothers and sisters in the western world have a better romance with suicide than we in Africa .

In the western world, people who commit suicide are people who are depressed and are Laden with burdens and frustrations.

In Africa especially Nigeria, people who kill them selves are normal people with normal life problems.

They gamble with their lives and feel they are living. In the Nigerian setting, people attempt suicide as a hobby! LOL.

Last year, I was on a bike, we stoped for the red light. The bike man next to us looked around and sighed. Next thing, he revved his engine and sped off ignoring the red light and the huge number of motorists and cyclists who waited in obedience to the light. Next we heard was screeching tyres and a fatal auto crash. The bike man had died in that crash. That wasn’t an accident! It was suicide!

Yesterday, I was oppurtuned to be around upper iweka as at the time the tanker loss control and later exploded.

It was 2:06 P.m., a white NNPC tanker loss control and ran into the famous asaba park killing dozens of passerbys and cyclists. I had heard stories of how tankers carrying fuel are vulnerable to explosions. I looked around, told people I was with how we needed to disappear from that scene. While leaving, I looked at that spot, my fellow human beings were standing around looking, aged touts keeping their livers busy with squad 5 and co. My igbo brothers remembered that fuel was costly and saw that as a blessing. Young and old scampering for yellow gallons to pack fuel to their full. I died inside me! Few minutes before I excused myself from that suicidal platform, the sound went BOOOOM!! I whispered to my self ” another successful suicide mission”

Scores perished, dozens injured beyond recognition, many bound in the chains of trauma!

We left.

I talk no more!

I drop my pen!

NB: I heard newspaper headlines this morning. Those figures they called are big fat lies! People wasted yesterday!

Mr banks!

SPIRITUALITY

Spirituality isn’t what convention sees it as or feels it Is. It is an in-depth thing more than the usual ritual of going to church to jump up and down.
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Christians think that spirituality is the deep engrossing or participation of an individual in matters concerning religion. It is farfetched from what we do or see it to be.
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It is deeper than the frequent attendance of masses, bowing down to graven images… It is more than what we think!
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Buddhists feel that spirituality is their dire abstinence from meat and their outright decision to be vegetarians. I think spirituality is more than all these!!.
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* Nothing is more spiritual than the love of ones self and other individuals.

* Nothing is more spiritual than having an unflinching respect for all humans.

* Nothing is more spiritual than adoring and applauding the creations that was created by the creator!

* Nothing is indeed more spiritual than caring for the poor and the needy!

* What can be more spiritual than supporting widows, homeless and orphans?

* What can be more spiritual than than the love shared by husbands and wives?

* What can be more spiritual than appreciating the beauty that God has made with thanksgiving in our hearts?
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Spirituality is the mask worn by religious fanaticism and denominational heresy!
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Religion is responsible for the stifling of humanity as the world is infested with religious bigots!!
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Humanity is the religion I know!
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Mr Banks!

SHADOW

Dear shadow,
I thought we were friends?
I saw you as a companion.
I loved your company.

I like you by my side.
But you are stubborn.
You go before me always.
I can’t catch up with you.
When I try, you run.

You are a copycat!
Must you do what I do?
Must you jump when I jump?
Must you stop when I stop?

You are a betrayer!
You walk with me in the day
But dis appear at night.
I have lost my trust for you
Where do you go at night?

You now live a separate life.
You now have girlfriends
Must you visit them at night?
You go to see them and leave me to walk alone at night.

You are a coward!!
You are an impostor!
Bring all my clothes back.
Don’t walk like me again.
Don’t behave like me again!
Go! Go! Go!

Mr Banks.

LETTER TO MY FATHER

Dear Father,

I had a sober reflection of the good times I spent with you while you had breath in you.
My eye brows were raised by the thoughts of you, my eyes were drowned in tears. Goose pimples chose to cloth me.
We had fights!!!
Yes I miss those fights!!
We had fun!!
I miss that too!!
You were not a star, you were a galaxy.
You weren’t a human, you were super human.

The love I have for you is like a copied assignment I can’t explain it.
I miss our arguments
I miss our word rhymes
The thought of that awesome voice of yours sends chills down my spine.

A blind man could see your goodness, a deaf man can hear if your kindness, the dumb man could speak to the world of your tender love.
My love for you won’t crumble like the twin towers.

I can remember vividly that night you left, the stars didn’t come out because they were mourning their very own!!

I miss you!!!

Mr Banks.

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