Segun Ozique

Know this space we inhabit is only but a temporary place As fresh leaves and peels soon turn dry, withering to end So us one day would loose our glow till we are no more done Please, for this little time we have, care, even if little Nothing in life is worth the squabble, quarrel, or enmity No matter who you are today, naked we came same we go I care for you, no matter what branch, fruit, leaves you are So if some day you feel down, needing a lift, please call me And if perchance you call and I can't answer, know I need you.

Significant maybe today's world growth and progress A new world harboured with neighbours without borders New world sugary and tasteful spiced with trending channels A world we all can today count uncountable friends World like in a pot like lilly pond of expanded flower family Yet like school yard flag-pole, for the most part, still lonely As the generation previous breezed this way The next and next enmeshed as all else followed Busy chasing shade of blind-folded axiomatic trend Illusionary cure we thought we found for isolation Remedy idea to slize distances and construct network bridges Where we all can dance to the new crazy trendy posting tune We are eroding our companionship as, true communication Building union relationship of social media isolationism Gradually loosing our sense of inclusion to delusion Development path-way absorbed and brood in confusion Chatting, beating band and trumpeting in full blast of silence Today's world is steering and veeri

Why won't this damned tears let me be Deep in my soul fleshes my memories of him, Carried in thoughts my pen as chariots interpretes, Sadly in mould of blurs and cracked cast tombstone These are words of my hand, not my heart; not my will, For sadness has wretched my heart, shattered, lost, I am. But, beyond these tears, the splitting heart ache, Of these many questions that won't stop popping; Of this man who each and all knew in pieces I would want pieced together like generic wine Who is Chuzzy, Toks, Chuma, the bits like bites I seeked and found variously his appeal, infecious His reputation on aspects as still, is in comparison; Unlike the many others from shattered field: Those in frontline at times of riot in Sokoto, Those others drinking, partying cocks crow to bed Where as, for the good of being their pals he stays with Yet keeping the mind of youngman of dignified postures, Not doing badly at holding drunken conversations, Yet, wide eyed; all knowi

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                                  By Reverend Jediton D. Pwanangba. In his work ‘One Basic Need,’ Reverend Jediton Pwanagba unfolds the principles that typify the name, person and character of Jesus Christ; His life, beliefs and dealings. In the book,, the readers would learn that the Great Commission is the completion of His mission on earth; the power to reverse back to life of the spiritually dead by all those who chose to follow Him. Much more, the book affirms that Disciples who answer to His call do not do so merely to be Christian (His followers) but to be made disciples, who Act 1:8 says “will receive power when the Holy Spirit come on you and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria and the end of the earth;” people bestowed with the powers to bring back all those who “just exist but .. are without life.” Who “do not experience the love of their creator; the joy of living and the peace of mind which is their right...” The “many peo

  I watched men in span at a meet this weekend Watched how transgression and open thievery Blended as twin; part deliberate plot and scope I watched them ogling; licking lips a kill perceived Blood brothers knowing sins religiosity guarantee Needed one swoop prayers of genuine petitioning The book they look to in perfect reading of the doctrine Redemption as tenets has one pathway; in ‘Belief’ that All lumbers of responsibilities His murder lifted way back So now infinite mercy from open wickedness assured Covetiveness, deceit, adultery, adulatory to slayings Ceaseless circle by design to these needed no apology Though religiosity, a blossoming thorn cloak still I lack In humanism, kindness and karma I’m happily clothed  

                                       * So her season arrived when she came a natural Gorgeous copious joyful Eunice Titilayo Ogunleye Grew a ripened, fruity, gusty and jokey cynosure Her years clocking; mate, kids and kin she amassed Deaconess Christiana Olomola she now has passed Her time as her deeds, as will all, done and dusted.                                       ** Her transiting rips our guts, whipping with whys Searching like by children answers self-evidential:   For as spells are times like what else come as go; To the Beings, death was made to season of birth To plants; time to sow, plough as portion to pluck As times with her brought laughter so now tears                                      *** Up from this sink and stab we must dust and dab For bewails in howls and hues was not her thing.                        

Giant strides and strikes Years dedicated to scribes Hours reflectively penning Joyful in castles of pennies Happy I forever am; be Identified with you lofty tribe

  Recently I had my phone stolen and in the process lost a lot of my documents. I felt so bitter; I decided to suspend MTN, my network provider. You see, it was MTN sim card that was in the phone. Yeah, you’ll want to ask what relationship has MTN with the thieves who stole my phone. That was the question practically everyone I told the story asked. But, I did not care and I would always say, ‘I cannot be bothered by a network that allowed its sim and my phone stolen,’ but, the real reason was, I had two other network and phone to use. But, when it done on me that I was losing too many clients and close friends and families who were familiar with the line and who preferred to call it stopped calling, I quickly joined the ‘welcome back,’ queue. I’m glad I did go for a ‘welcome back’ because in the process, I met two fine young men at the MTN center, Abulegba, Lagos, one of who attended to me kindly and speedily, resolving all issues; but had misconception about ‘the writer’ and kep

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