Segun Ozique

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.

On this blessed day, the 13th of September,  A union of love we shall always remember.  Prince Olajide Ige and his Queen, Anita, so dear,  In the court of Ikoyi, their vows they declare. Though roads may lead to the registry’s gate,  The Prince’s kindness allows us to celebrate without heading to the court.  With hearts full of joy, we honor his grace,  As he embarks on this beautiful life’s embrace. Rich in wisdom, benevolent and kind,  Anita and Jide's love story is one of a kind.  To them, we lift our prayers, fervent and true,  For a blissful marriage, blessed anew. May their union be rich with love’s sweet song,  Under God’s mercy, where they belong.  May their children grow in joy and light,  Guided by faith, day and night. Congratulations, dear Prince Olajide Victor Ige,  May your journey together be forever blessed.

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 feathers have been plucked to bare skins, expose

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.

In times of turmoil, chaos, and despair, What keeps us grounded, what turn keeps love going and fair? A wise woman once shared her guiding light, Five ‘Ls’ to cherish, and to hold tight. Life and Love, the first of the two ‘Ls’ she spoke, Without each other, they both would choke. For life without love is empty and cold, A story unfinished, a tale untold. Laughter is next, but it must be pure, For laughter without love is hard to endure. It breaks hearts, it divides, it brings pain, But with love, it heals, it binds, it sustains. Labour follows, the fourth ‘L’ in line, Without love, it’s a burden, a steep climb. But when love fuels your work, it becomes a joy, A purpose, a passion, a life to enjoy. The final ‘L’ is Listening, truly profound, Without love, it’s just noise, an empty sound. But with love, every word, every sigh, Speaks volumes, connects, and never dies. So find your ‘Ls’, let them light your way, Through the darkest night, the brightest day. For these ‘Ls’ make life worth

In the quiet corners of my thought, a rhythmic sound softly plays,  Opening the doors to the future stays, a challenge some days. Yet moving on in life, a journey we must embrace, As the past may still cling on to us tightly, to hold us back. To stay in your moving on route, love yourself a little more than you did yesterday, Make yourself a priority, in every possible way. Chase the goals that make you a better you, Be grateful for what you have, and all you can pursue. Let gratitude be the foundation of your dreams, For a brighter tomorrow, where hope always gleams. Celebrate your uniqueness, your amazing personality, You are here, alive, a testament to life’s vitality. Think of those who’d wish to be in your place, To embrace your journey, with courage and grace.

In the quiet corners of my minds, Where light and shadows embrace and curiosity twines, A riddle whispers, veiled in rhyme. Why does this Africa vs the West disparity persist still? Africa, rich in soil and sun, Her veins pulse with wealth and resources of all sorts, Yet her currencies falter, weak and frail, While Western coffers shine, swell and sail. The answer perhaps lies in historical grip, A tale of artfulness, power, greed, and ships, where colonialislism still echoes resounded, As so named aid flows one way, unbound. The West, they say, extends a hand, But is it aid or subtle manipulations? To keep the scales forever tipped, Africa’s destiny tightly gripped. How long, oh continent of pride and so blessed, Must you wait for fate and right tide ride? Will the West ever give in without a fight, Where you wake and natural selection deems it right? Truly, something is amiss, a haunting refrain hangs in the air, As Africa’s riches bleed in vain, her citizens and nature both abused,

In life’s grand design, inevitably, we seek companionship, A partner whether in marriage or dating who can lift us to the stars, Or drag us down into the abyss, Their influence profound, their impact far reaching. For qualities admired, we hold them close, Yet flaws accepted—this is love’s true cue. In partnership, we learn, we ebb, we flow, A dance of imperfections, stitching heart to heart. The smart partner, like Midas’ golden touch, Can turn mere dreams into wealth and growth untold, Their wisdom, like a compass, guiding one another, Together, ascending, futures bold. While with the empty-headed Trappers, beware of their hollow soul, Whose ignorance can lead to demise, They stumble blindly, play a dangerous role, Their presence draining, like a moonless sky. One partner should suffice for the heart with plans, Who cherishes their vessel, mind, and frame, for  we can flirt with beauty? A fleeting glance, Yet character is better—true love’s lasting flame. Treachery in whatever form i

When the mountain looms too high to scale today, Seek not defeat, but find another way. For, there will be hill awaiting your eager stride, A path less steep, where dreams and hopes collide. Should morning bring you sorrow, linger still, Embrace the warmth of bed, a gentle thrill. For heavy days, like burdens, may descend, Yet plans can shift, to be gently mended. No shame in rearranging time’s design, Nor let your worth be diminished by a change benign. Same as when showers sting like needles, and you’re worn, Wear still your proud crown that may be weathered but unsworn. A single day, a fleeting breath in time, Not equal to a lifetime’s grand design. Rest, is not laziness, as there is wisdom in retreat, in having a quiet pause to heal a fractured beat. The world spins on, relentless in its dance, While you recalibrate, realign, enhance. The mountain waits, unyielding, patient, true, For when you’re ready, it will welcome you. Remember this: four fingers, strong and sure, Can shield t

May you find someone who comprehends the language of your heart Eliminating the necessity of being burdened with the constant task of conveying the depths of your emotions  That one who turns out appreciating and values every aspect of your being, your mind, your love and your presence Your Being, unquestionably supremely created,  Your mind; sound, intelligent and unclouded, A love that cherishes you, that is destined to discover you and hold you forever as meant to be Your presence; embraced without pretence Where you find peace in unexpected places and circumstances At the heart where life takes new forms and colours That embraces the chance to encounter love that knows no bounds or  limitations For you and every one of God’s creations deserve nothing less, and My prayer is that you come to realize your inheritance, your inherent worthiness, and  Understand that you can embrace and experience everything and every goodness  May your heart find harmony with your soul destined to be a

Here, in the wild gardens of my mind, I dance, Radically, untamed, free from the chains of the norm, Creating the space where boundaries dissolve, Where imagination is the only law that governs. I paint with the colours of my body’s freedom, Each stroke defies the rules of a world too small, Embracing the power of what I can do, Limited only by the scope of my mind’s reach. I care not for society’s narrow lanes, For I’ve torn down the walls they built around me, Liberated from the fears that once held me tight, Now I soar on the wings of my unchained thoughts. I know the strength in reigning in the storm, Mastery over my desires and whims, Making choices rooted in wisdom’s soil, Unafraid of the consequences I own. No hand can steer the course of my life’s ship, For I am the captain, charting my way, Yet I anchor in the harbour of decency, Guided by the stars of intellect and grace. I know that time is a fleeting gift, A precious jewel

In the quiet chambers of my mind, I forge my shield, A resilient armor woven from threads of understanding. For I have learned that tit4tat, like a bitter fruit, Yields no nourishment, but angel of bitterness. Why carry the weight of wounded pride? When the world spins on, why not stay indifferent to hurt, for the sun would rise to cast its golden light upon both saint and sinner alike. I tread softly, not to avoid the thorns, But to spare the fragile petals of truth. For honesty blooms most freely in unguarded hearts, And authenticity dances in the open spaces. So, I choose to stand unoffended, driven by sentinel of empathy, and guardian of grace. For in this delicate dance of vulnerability, I glimpse the raw beauty of humanity. And though the surface may ripple with negativity, Beneath lies a deeper current—my knowing. To witness another’s truth, unfiltered and unmasked, Is a privilege, a secret shared between souls. So, I let them speak with words untrimmed, And I shall listen, not