MOUTHING PIOUS PLATITUDE

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Two gentlemen of the world met,
Sitting on a park bench together.
They shared as their extremes let,
Yet their unique talents will hinder.

Pious is the madman, who lives here;
His abode ignored but litters the world.
Platitude, a Proffessor that goes there,
To seclude from the kind his world mould.

Crazy in his rags and papered home,
Pious welcomes his regular guest’s tale.
The rotten egg welcoming the bone;
Like a dog, he shows off his one tail.

They converse about a news item;
The learned Prof reads off his News daily.
Forwarding arguments befitting them,
Each reasoned man’s folly mainly.

Teachers sought reason for the sane,
Making sense of theories as realities.
While the insane do the very same,
Realities as theories are certainties.

In ostentatious escapades of the mad
Roams religious virtue so uncommon
And in sanity’s commonness easily had
Grows the loose morality we do summon.

Embedded in their platonic briefs
Is the story of their common child;
Man’s common sense and beliefs,
Are like madmen’s, when all are blind.

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True Abundance

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Looking for a New year’s resolution? Well look no further than this delightful post by Yoga Mom

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If you give a pile of money
to a dying person
in their last moments,
what good will it do them?

Give a baby
a stack of gold coins
and it will delight
in throwing them,
the sound they make
as they clatter to the floor.

Hand a hungry animal
a blank check,
it will chew it up
hoping for nourishment.

No, it’s not the money
that makes us abundant

Sit with the person
on their deathbed,
take their hand,
look into their eyes,
breathe with them,
listen.

Your loving attention
focused solely on them
will show them
the way to heaven.

Hold the baby close,
let it hear your heart,
let it feel your warmth.
It knows how precious it is
because of the quality of your presence.

Give nourishment
to the hungry animal.
Coax it to eat, to rest.
Watch how the dynamics
between you
change,
how much…

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Okpekpe Experience

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I was recently in Okpekpe Village in Etsako East LGA of Edo State Nigeria. A village now famous for the Okpekpe Road Race.

I was there for the funeral of the aged mother of a close friend but I came away with a short impromptu document on the ingenuity of some local boys and a cute shy dancer…. ENJOY!!!

Smart Brave boys, getting paid to have fun

Folakemi Odoaje: "This is impressive! Great seeing young children having fun and being creative with it. Interesting different turns the video took – imagine if these boys learn to be precise with timing, having a timer so they know how long each experiment stayed for. Also, Isn't it funny that as young as they are they already believed girls are scared hence they are not part of the experiment – I bet they can't give any example to solidify this myths – just the believe that was pass down.Loved them, happy children having fun!"

Beyonce in the making….eh?

Just kid having their fun at
FINE TIMES

Winners so abound,
Strapped and bounded.
Elated all around,
Joyously dumb-founded.

Those fine times
Speaks for all kinds.
Saying as do chimes,
That time do binds.

Rare times of winning
Brings forth the hidden.
Revealing all missing;
Fingers in the mitten.

LIGHT OF DEATH

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1554493_241905279304957_1436764750_n With fools death is celebrated,
For understanding gains height.
When death is communicated.
The moon hides its very light;
Today it’s clear, tomorrow cremated.

Hausa translation
(Hasken Mutuwa)
Da wawa a ke rawan mutuwa,
Domin haske na chan sama.
Ranan da dare ya ga mutuwa,
Wata za bache daga sama.
Yau da haske, gobe mutuwa.

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LUCK SUCKS

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“Well,” they ever said indifferently,
“You can’t eat your cake and have it.”
‘Bug off!’ I puff out most angrily,
‘You happen to do so every minute.’

“Ah! But it is so, my mate and son,”
They grin with eyes all a sly glint.
“We can all have the same bait on,
Yet I catch and you are still skint.”

‘Never alive?’ I wonder not so loud.
‘Like déjà vu?’ And I’m yet helpful.
“Where many danced your dance proud,
You will be jeered and hailed a fistful.”

‘Is it me then, and my own luck?
Need I add fate, destiny’s slut?’
“We agree to prove only to mock.”
‘Then I’ll set bait and eat my lot.’

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HOME

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To man, as he ponders;
Home holds wonders
That marries his flow
Or just drags his plow.

Till his toiling ends,
Coming home fends.
But its demands say
Much is there to play.

When all is all down
And all the days done;
Being home is to say
The most sure all day.

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THESE CLICHÉS

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Do they reap what they sow?
I’ve wondered as long as I come.
Often enough it has been as before,
They bury the hive yet have the comb.

Spare the rod and lose the child,
Same as many who didn’t at all.
The least expected child went wild
While the worst possible stands tall.

Surely and steady wins the said race,
But the rash in haste, are long gone to lose.
The patient keeps the bone or the chase,
The flesh it devoured only with its nose.

One step at a time is the long walk,
It has shown so many their goal.
That more had lived this same talk,
They still are now staring at a wall.

Rome was not built in a single day;
But it was conceived in just one.
What just any man really is anyway
Was a mere thought that was none.

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11th and 12th (a.k.a Days 4 and 5 ) – Life! Our baby is born! #BookSprint

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Days Four & Five….. (Sadly) Hope you loved it.
REMEMBER!!! Booking is available for free here:

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11th.

Today was really busy. I think we’d also started getting tired of being cooped up in the house – I know I was! The food was still crap (it was substandard everyday to be honest), creating perfect characters was tiring, and I missed my nephew terribly! Plus, Pearl and I were now firmly in the grip of the evil flu, and I think Rafeeat was starting to sniff a bit as well. Or was it Kalu?

This book must be completed! Men at work...

This book must be completed! Men at work…

Writing collaboratively also meant loving and leaving your characters, and I remember Elnathan and I had a bit of thing because I felt like his editing of my character was a bit too much. To be honest, I think writing with others is a humbling experience, and one that I’ve learned to approach with an open mind for a million reasons, chief of which is…

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10th (a.k.a Day Three) – We have characters! #BookSprint

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Day Three

Originally posted on Fairy Godsister's Blog:

*Sorry this series was interrupted yesterday. My laptop screen was destroyed (destroying my day with it), and I’ve only just sorted that. Details later, but let’s get on with this.

When I first thought of the title for this post, first thing that came to my mind was Alvin in Alvin and the Chipmunks saying, “we have made fire” in the movie. For us, it is “we have characters”!

If you’re wondering what I’m on about, then I’m chronicling the events surrounding the Heinrich Boll sponsored Book Sprint. The day before we ‘checked in’ is here, and days one and two are here and here. You’re welcome!

So. Today, we rebelled. What!! I think those of us who went out to lunch had just about had it with the food. So, at lunch time we went out to Iya Oyo (hi-five someone if you know it), and had…

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