Segun Ozique

Is the greatest wonder ever, the creation of 'The woman?' Think of it-the delicacy of features; the sex and the beeeauty of it; the mystery of pregnancy and birth; the emotions-whether hate, love, support, usage - can't do with or without; etc, etc...Yeah, the 'woman' has got to be, the most creative ingenuousness - of nature or God. Good day.

Family or friends aren't always bloodlines or those you grew up or growing with. They're them: Who remember to ask 'how are you?' Would say, 'hello,' no matter what came or may; Who were reachable, there in your dark or light hours; Who offer shoulders in your struggles or to bask sharing triumphs; Cause you smiles and at other times frowns at whether fair or harsh weather. Inevitable, no matter how, how long or if, we all go through rich or lean times. Who'll be there for you or you for? Who you with? Who are you? Be wise, be beware, be warned, be one.

Dear All . I pray that this letter meets you all in good health and, if not, brings you miracle of turn around in fortunes and abundant blessings. Any given day, there is bound to be something taking off/starting in the world. This could be birth, death, openings, launch, celebrations, write a letter, poem, short story, publish book, etc. Such happenings could be news worthy, not at all or perhaps, at the beginning not seemed or seen as significant at the time of occurrence but would or may turn out to be; become milestone, historical, etc that would influence numbers of people for good. Such is the uncertainty and beauty of 'beginnings.' And, the main reason I believe that, to take a plunge, start something or make your dream a reality is so exhilarating and worthy was what I experienced in the past and witnessing in a friend of mine who is fifty, has spent half of those years in successful business and has started a university degree course he thought was beyond him. Sinc

Aside dispensation of truckload troubles always Aside disease, disabilities and overrun graves Lives are lived in ambit of dreads and anxiety That even at shade in deserts or safety of caves Ones voices are shackled by the constant fear Of battering booths out to beat and scotch Thoughts of dissent, or cacophony of no praise With weeps that sing like boiling kettle; that Spit venoms, peeling and engraving coverings That draw shrilly cries like from hissing furnace Truly horrific is earshot of it: inconceivable, yes Yet none who has not lived such vile impunity Can imagine, in fact, the blessed relief of being Alive and living in liberty; in free willed habitation

In what name or blend is sweet to behold In fragrance unique, teasing and alluring In freedom from strife, beloved and dear Irritated reel, twitchy as nutty like thunder The rose is a creation well poised Self sufficient to bloom to all admirers With thorns as protection for beseeching hands Only the careful and caring invited to pluck So, when rose is seen standing afar alone Do not for once think she does in despair For the hunger that feeds on her beauty Troubles her with too a relentless longing The world in its guise is filled by pretenders And the rose full of acumen sensibly knows

Several years ago, after his well thought-out campaign pumped him up into the kind of galvanizing governor Gombe citizens have never had, he has very much led his traditional state of Gombe Emirate, tucked away in the North-East of Nigeria (roughly, the once Tangale-Waja Chiefdom) onto the part of limelight and heavenly bliss, dwarfing every of his contemporaries in that region with his style of governance and management. And, the people, it seems, like fish to water, becoming used to evolutionary forward movements and improved standard of living in all facet of their lives would not want such lifeline discontinued. I am an occasional visitor to the state and have witnessed the man’s excellent statesmanship. My most cherished and private memorable impression of Gombe till date, remains, the last December, 2013, exhibition of charismas lightings; sparkling spectacle so warm and endearing, only Lagos has come close to similar non bias religion display of splendour . Governor, Ib

In cloud of greyish mist I rose, awoken But sun came bathing away the ambiance Yet inexplicable state of knottiness stayed Squeezing on my polluted heart and hope Until the balmy air got haloed with nature Birds, roving in drove to the runs of the sky With sight, of flight, and drills: so thrilling; A spectacle I watched as if held spellbound; Exhibition unshackling my joy in internment Scenic flyers of hope they were, timely too: Angelic heart masseurs; soldiers of freedom: How soothing their reach to depth of my soul Welcoming were their pains drowning stunts: The birds had seized my heart: damping my Longings, dreams, and plans to passing limbo; My gloominess rerouted to sense of delight.