Segun Ozique

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...

Bitterness can be likened to cancer, toxic when kept inside. It acts like parasites that feed on their host, slowly draining vitality. In contrast, anger, when managed properly, can be a healthier emotional response. Anger is fiery and can be intense, but it does not simmer indefinitely. While bitterness may not directly cause death, it can harm individuals indirectly. Prolonged bitterness can lead to diseases and trauma, which are detrimental to one’s well-being. On the other hand, expressing anger in a civil manner is akin to a controlled fire that clears obstacles in its path. It is wise to express anger, especially when faced with insults, to communicate that such behavior is unacceptable. An appropriate expression of anger can be an effective response to injustice, whereas bottled-up bitterness can exacerbate problems and lead to further complications. While bitterness may not directly cause death, it can harm individuals indirectly. Prolonged bitterness can lead to diseases and t...

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.

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 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.