Segun Ozique

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 dearly

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.

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