Segun Ozique

This prayer is that you may never be or seek perfection,  To the me that is now and the me that will be in the new year,  May this poem remind you to pause and breathe deeply,  To take charge of the chaos within and find your calm. May you strive not for perfection, but to be the best version of yourself,  May your kind and generous wishes come true,  Not just for yourself, but for everyone around you.  With each door that opens, may you remain humble and grounded. May you never be perfect, but always strive to be your best, May life’s challenges never cause you to stumble,  May the strength of your spirit never grow weary.  May you sleep deeply and peacefully each night,  Guided by the moon at night and energized by the sun each day. May you look back on this year with fond memories,  And live in the new year’s presence with empathy and grace.  May each step you take in the new year be built on the foundation of the last,  As ...

You really cannot dictate to the heart who to love, love that endures, that is unconditional and kind Love that sings a melody, that only a heart hears,  Is not a relationship to be condensed  in how long but how well.  Love transcends society’s narrow view,  It’s not about status or what one can do.  It’s the essence of another you needed to fulfill you,  A connection so deep, it leaves no room for doubt., Others may not grasp the depth of what you see,  Yet what you appreciate is the heart’s true seed.  Meeting the soil that complements them so well,  A place where plant would flourish safely. True Love is where one heart ignite another's inner light,  Where mere touch makes everything feel right.  Where memories of times spent bring endless smiles,  And each other's presence makes life worthwhile. Love isn’t always a perfect fit,  It’s not a conquest, but heartfelt hit.  It’s often about a heart able to sing specia...

Someone, somewhere, still tells the jokes they learned from you. Someone still uses the words and phrases you once did. Some still listen to the music you used to play. Some still smile when memories of time with you flash by. Someone is still encouraged by the advice you give. Some admire you and feel inspired from afar. Some have learned to love because of you. Many go through life, perhaps unaware of how much of you they carry, But it’s always there in how they handle things differently, In the small choices they make or how they see the world. You might just be a memory on the surface, But underneath, there is much more than meets the eye, Shaping lives in ways that deeply matter. And while they may not know or say it, The grace of the mark that lasts is what truly matters.

Let go of numbers that no longer are relevant to you,  Same as discarding what you no longer wear or use.  Or releasing what doesn’t fit or hold relevance, and lastly, Forgive those who have wronged you, to set yourself free. We clenched hand to crack walls,  But need an open hand to be able to mend the cracks.  The past is stubborn, will stay unchanging despite regrets, Healing begins when you work with the tide, not struggling against it. Life may be tough, but its rewards are sweet, Challenges may try to break you, but only succeeds When you do not celebrate the strength that keeps you standing,  Embrace the smiles that fortune brings your way. Some hang on to the last drop of hope,  For others, each day is an unfettered joy.  Tell those you love how you feel while they can hear,  For death gives no notice of its arrival. Time is a gift we all share, but living is unique,  Be kind to yourself, and live as best as you can.  We may not ...

When man and nature dance at dawn, where life finds relief, A silent magical agreement is struck beyond belief. Where one breathes out life, the other breathes it in, All to bring about a cycle where all life begins. As our exhalation, is their sweet inhale, We both generate stories told in gales. Carbon dioxide, our gift to the trees, As oxygen is returned, in every breeze. Roots deep in earth, branches to sky, A bond unseen by the naked eye. Inhale, exhale, a rhythmic song, Together in this dance, we belong. Leaves whisper secrets, ancient and wise, Under the canopy, life’s truths arise. From seed to sprout, from bud to bloom, To green embrace, on our tables in sitting rooms. Photosynthesis, a wondrous feat, Turning sunlight into life’s heartbeat. We give, they take, creating a perfect blend, Cycle, where there should be no end. Where every  breath is a breath of life, Netting joy and sorrow, peace and strife. For in each knitting, a promise lies, Of life renewed, beneath the ski...

What I cherish about faith and beliefs Is the boundless road they lead.  The true magic of faith lies in that mystery; The uncertainty of dreams coming true.  Not know where the path leads,  Or if it will lead anywhere at all.  Yet, you step forward, holding onto faith,  Even on the toughest, most harrowing days. Sometimes, your beliefs may waver,  And you feel like giving up. At other times, a ray of light breaks through.  But faith keeps you steady amidst uncertainties, Assuring you that what is meant for you will find you. That you are exactly where you need to be in this moment. The real magic shines when dark days try to break you, But you keep moving forward, believing.  Your heart beats with the mantra:  Nothing is impossible if only you have faith.  Believing you have a diviner in the equation,  That with your courage, commitment to, And in fidelity in a divinity of endless possibilities,  As well as in your refusal to ...

Because no one told you That anything is impossible, You rise up every day dawn, Embracing new challenges, With a heart full of courage, And a mind set on victory. You go for it, just do it, With the fire of determination, Breaking barriers, Shattering doubts, Going as if you know the secret, That, dreams are made real by action. Best though to go for it as knowing nothing, With the innocence of a babe, Unburdened by fear or preconception,   Believing that in the purity of your quest, Lies the power to achieve, To transform, to inspire. More can be accomplished, With such deep thoughts, With a spirit unyielding, And a vision unclouded, For this is the best attitude, In today’s ever-changing society. So, rise and shine, With an unstoppable spirit, For the world awaits, Your unique brilliance, And the wonders you’ll create, Because no one told you, That anything is impossible.

In the pages of life’s journey, strains and pain will find its place, The pace of progress, remaining an uncomfortable phase. Keep reading through the writing, to turn heaviness lighter, But in the process, don’t pretend everything’s alright. For some, sadness feels better than feeling good, So sometimes, let those feelings stay as they should. Let them stay while you share a smile with a friend, A friend who’d welcome you, no rent to spend. The ones who can feel the loneliness in your tone, Such friends thar are angelic, heavenly sent, to see you not alone. How often we neglect the down days we face, Spinning them with smiles, filling them with busy pace. If only we spoke awhile, we’d see humans are wild, Feelings like seasons, changing with time, reconciled. So, learn to love your journey, every sad page too, For as we weave through life, they make you, the you.

In life’s relational journey, this I’ve found so true and clear,  A lesson learned from those I hold so dear.  In all relationships, it’s more about you,  Than placing blame on what others do. When a flashlight dims, what do you say?  You don’t discard it, just change the way.  As replacing the batteries, bring back the light,  To have it once again, shine so bright. When friends falter, what do we often do?  It’s easy to cast them aside, send them to the dark.  But should this be our chosen path?  My take is no, instead let's help them, dispel the wrath. Like a torch that guides us through the night,  Friends may need our help to shine their light.  Some need double A batteries; attention and affection,  Others may need triple A: affection, attention and acceptance. Some othets simply need C: a touch of compassion, While others may need D: direction with passion. Whatever the battery, if they still don’t glow,  Stay compa...

Most people do not grow up but old though, We all must inevitably age Getting to that age where we may start to be frail, wrinkled, sag, grey, When we sometimes grow so old that we forget where things are kept, etc To grow up is different and requires some sacrifices: Growing up is synonymous  with taking responsibility, matured  Not indulging in childish ventures without thinking it through Knowing that actions and reactions have consequences So, for the many embarking on this journey of growing,  Which is it in your case and where will you place you? Are you simply growing older or growing up? Have you replaced the garment of childishness or is it reinventied? The choice  is always yours to make As no such journey is a shared responsibility

In transient halls of travel ports and motor parks  I have witnessed more sincere hugs and kisses Compared to the grandest of wedding ceremonues.  For with the uncertainties that come with departures, love is distilled to its purest form, Same way, at burial sites, where silence sways,  Prayers feels more heartfelt than in any halo ground or cathedral.  For oftentimes, in the presence of a loss,  Faith finds whispers of hope amidst echoes of grief. When the last breath is feared and death’s shadow looms  Words become become as precious as good;  Each sentiment measured and treasured.  Each goodbye a testament, an enduring flame.  For in the face of finality, with no stakes or intentions, We speak with the clarity and sincerity of our souls.

Let me share a secret, and  well-kept lie,  As I’ve grown old, here’s what I know:  Nobody, and I mean nobody, has a clue,  Of what they’re supposed to be, or what to pursue in life. We’re all just making it up as we go,  Listening to society’s tales, a constant show.  They sold us fairy tales, saying by so and so age,  We should have done this or turned that page. Sorry to break it, but here’s the true alert,  We’re all wading through life’s daily dirt.  No rule book, no codes, no yardstick to measure,  Life’s not a script, it’s a treasure. Age doesn’t magically bestow wisdom’s light,  It often brings creaky joints and lost might  Where vitality fades, dreams sometimes stall,  We’re all stumbling, pretending we know what should be. Hoping no one sees, we’re as everyone else, as lost,  Navigating life, no matter the cost.  So here’s my take, stop stressing the plan,  Make it up as you go, be your own fan. Ta...

True love springs from the depths of the heart. It demands a choice to love in every moment. For loving only in the here and now is not enough, As falling into the state of present love is easy. I love the sun when it shines most vibrantly, I love the trees when they offer me cooling shade, I love the breeze when it takes my breath away. But true love is more than a stolen breath. True love is loving the body when it has shrunk to bones, It is loving the sun from sunrise to sunset. This is the love I mean when I say, “I love you.” It means I love you in every moment. My love, as it is in the present, was same tense in the past, as will be in the future. It is saying, “I love you,” when there is everything to offer and when nothing is left. It is loving not just a version, but every version of you. It is, saying, “I love you,” then, now, and for all time.

On this your day, of renewal, Fourteen years of joy and grace, My wish is that you continue with  Radiant smile upon your face and heart. May blessings shower from above, Wrap you in warmth, and endless love. May wisdom guide you every way, And light your path, both night and day. With each step, may you find, Strength in heart and peace of mind. May dreams take flight, and hopes arise, Underneath the vast, blue skies. Happy birthday Gracededieu, dear and sweet, May your journey be complete. In faith and love, may you grow, With God’s grace, forever glow.

Mabel, know this: you are an Icon of Grace, A beacon of light In all aspect of life, our family light so bright, Generous heart you are, so strong and true, A mother of five, with love as water to brew. Your kindness, the flow of a gentle stream, In family hearts, you have worked to plant birthday dreams. Steadfast, you have been through thick and thin, And as lovable and reliable soul you have been. Mabel, your birthday we ought engrave, In our hearts and minds, as love we crave. Because you have led us all with a gentle hand, In the remembrance of others, with whom you stand. Forgive my belated birthday wish, dear sister, for I am but human, Distracted by life’s daily hustle and summons. So though, this maybe late, my love I assure you, is no less, For you, my dear sis, I always would truly love, I confess. Happy belated birthday, with all my heart, From your proud sibling, heart never apart. I pray your days are filled with joy and cheer, For you are cherished darlyn,  so, so de...

Why are wolves are seen as wise, and, Why should we live like them, you might surmise? Wolves never feast on what’s decayed,  In the circus of jesters, they are never swayed.  They honour bonds from the heart, pure and true,  Bonding for life, with love that’s due. When one life is lost, the other for months mourns,  In their hearts, love ought to be adorned.  Respecting elders, they stand tall,  In their wisdom, we should find a call. As humans, we have much to learn,  From wolves, without ego, virtues brightly burn.  Embrace these traits, and Let’s strive to be Wise, noble, wild and free.

I awoke today in memories of a loving mother, I grew,  Who through thick and thin, stood steadfast and true.  In my years of rebellion and endless strife, She bore the brunt of my troubles and skive. Not deserving of the pain I caused,  Her heart, so pure, never paused.  With limited means, she cared and gave,  Her love, a beacon, to my soul saved. Now, with the wisdom that time bestows,  I see the sacrifices, the love that flows.  As a parent now, I understand the weight,  The trials she faced, the burdens so great. Mothers are golden, their worth beyond measure,  Embodiments of love, endurance, and treasure.  In reflection, I kneel, seeking forgiveness,  For mothers are the epitome of selfless kindness.

In our lands, democracy is a dream, that Propaganda machines keep fractured, it seems.  Where wealthy nations and individuals alike,  Use riches to take control and perpetuate their might. Where brute force and violence, are another dark path,  Where fear is used as a weapon to stay rooted in wrath. and Where therefore wealth and brute force join hands in the night,  Actions go unchallenged, as control is the ultimate might. With ordinary lives, under sway,  Violence is meted out to those who dare disobey.  Manipulative politicians pursue power as a means to an end,  Corruption is turned ally as there are no rules that cannot be bent. Anyone once entrenched in the cult, won’t want to relinquish their thrones,  Mentees, families and groups are ultimately the power to be sewn.  Dictatorial rule under any disguise and corruption are the game,  While perpetual poverty praise-sing and follow like ships, the people’s shame. As the people's fea...

On daily windows of time, the past is sewn,  A chapter closed, as its seeds are sown.  We experience all sorts and sometimes, they are, of losses with shadows cast,  Yet none of us can change what’s in our past. So, to dwelling on our yesterdays in regrets is to stay bind,  Rather than have such precious moments left behind.  Moving on is a release, it is, of letting burdens go,  No strings attached, just let what's left of life flow. Look in the past if you have to, not in anger, nor in fear,  But in awareness and experiences of life you hold dear.  And since the future of our tomorrow’s veil remains unknown,  Cherish now moments you have, make it your own. For in making such decision, strength you’ll find,  A future remaining bright, and, a liberated mind.

I know some things sometimes would not go your way,  Where confusion may clouds your mind.  And, if you are angry, that’s okay,  But don’t let it consume your heart. Don’t let it define who you are,  For your heart doesn’t deserve a permanent scar.  It shouldn’t hold a place in your mind,  Leave those dark thoughts in the abyss. Let good vibes grow within your soul,  Take a moment, a day, even a month to moan.  But don’t let it take over your Being,  For brighter days are what await you. Work to lift the weight off our chest,  And throw it into the abyss to rest.  Reclaim your joy and light,  Though it may not be here and now. But I know for sure, you will come through,  You got this.