Not Without A Word

Left to me, never would I quit this place
But trying to make ends meet replaced seeing your face
If I had my way, I’d rather stay this way
But I dashed out, not hearing what you had to say

Pardon my ignorance, forgive my neglect
Excuse my indiscretion and lack of respect
Or why should I struggle to make a living
As the son of the author of life and living?

So before I wade into today and join the throng
I’ll read The Word, pray and to You sing a song
‘Cause who knows when next You’ll see me coming
Too bad, it might be the next morning!

A word is all I need to navigate life’s terrain
And so why from hearing You should I refrain?
Therefore, Lord, please let this be on record:
I’ll go each day, but not without Your Word.


Posted by on February 16, 2012 in Religious


Out of Curiosity

Many a liking comes with an expiry date
As affection slowly mutates into hate
But here’s truth in its birthday suit alone:
Love is commitment in action not just in tone.

I’m aware those pearly eyes will lose their sparkle;
The smile in the corners of that mouth may no longer dazzle.
I know that velvety skin shall wrinkle into a crease,
And that bosom will no longer catch men’s fancies.

But though you change the frame,
The picture surely remains the same.
So, wondering if I’ll stop loving you, later or soon
Is like wishing the sun will replace the moon

So we’ll remain, after no more valentines can be celebrated
We’ll linger, even after no anniversaries will be commemorated.
Beyond the fleeting boyish passions and fading girlish emotions,
Tireless affection it will be, raging angrier than the oceans.

Ours will be an airtight love-bond, lacking in porosity
Extending beyond finiteness and right into infinity
So if out of curiosity you ask when I’ll stop loving you, Sweetie
My sincere reply would be, “On the day after eternity”


Posted by on February 14, 2012 in Uncategorized


Till I Find Another

’Twas a futile attempt at disengagement
A misguided deed, better named derangement
Speaking of my priorities – what a misplacement!
Because for my Creator I sought a replacement.

Craved some breathing space, wanted some freedom
Thinking my Maker is somewhat worrisome
Guess I forgot His laws aren’t burdensome
And His reward for faithfulness? Awesome!

Finding a substitute for the Trinity
Will only take from now till infinity,
A fruitless adventure lasting eternity,
Embarking on such is brilliant insanity.

So Lord I’ll be yours till I find another
But why for another should I even bother?
And why do I need I search any further,
When I’m never unsure that there’s no other?

An irrevocable commitment to God… till I breath my last.


Posted by on January 31, 2012 in Uncategorized


#140 per Litre

The silence around drew my attention to the commotion several yards down my street. The air’s complexion had changed from the usual to a thick black shade of smoke, which I erroneously interpreted as presage of a heavy downpour. Actually it was indicative of some imminent downpour, but apparently of a different sort. The silence was due to zero vehicular movement while the smoke was courtesy of burning rubber tyres.
Needless to say, the current hit song on every pair of lips is “Fuel Subsidy Removal” and that track is topping the musical chart of national concerns with terrorism following much too closely. The media has been agog with the saga of Government’s seemingly persuasive yet uncompromising stance on the fuel issue as well as tales of citizen’s polarized perspective and response. We all know that. So I doubt if there is any point recounting what we know too well.
I refuse to dwell on the scenario of the protest earlier today where vehicles underwent coronation (with leaves hinged on their windshield wiper) as though attaining chieftaincy titles. Neither will I attempt to paint the picture of Friday, 7th January at 8:00 p.m. when many citizens were unable to watch the Presidential address on fuel subsidy removal courtesy of power outage nor worse still, when they could not run their generators to view the same address on TV owing to the escalated price of petrol. No, I won’t drift to all those. I prefer to dwell on something less obvious but equally pertinent. And by that I mean the trio of what, why and how – especially the how.
As I took in the sight of inflamed tyres and dancing smoke, my thoughts unwittingly perched on the rubber material in the flame and picked up one simple, cursory detail. What are the masses canvassing? That fuel subsidy stay. Why? The current price of fuel is sudden and burdensome; perhaps that they don’t trust the government with the revenue from the subsidy removal scheme; or even that they feel the average citizen with his economic status cannot survive the aftermath. But the crux of this piece is How are we doing this? By burning tyres with the same fuel whose price we presently are agitating a downward review of?
I will appreciate if you fail to forget that this is not some attention-hungry write-up or a literary attack on any person or party. After all, I made my personal views known days ago when I blogged, “Full-Hell Subsidy Removal” (see below). So, I’m not shifting grounds. However, I strongly opine that what we do and why we do same are no more important than how we do them.
The Boko Haram Sect, for instance, in its “unofficial, inaugural press conference” claimed its mission is to antagonize Western education. That is What they wanted to do. And Why? Well, maybe they feel western education summarily has done more bad than good, or is outright evil. They have their reasons. So what was their approach, that is, How did they further their interest? By random bombings on arbitrarily selected locations all over the country! Also, when did churches stop being religious institutions and start being educational institutions that will qualify them as bombing targets for this terrorist group? Please, when you claim to fight western education do you then use guns and bombs whose production are outgrowths of western scientific and technological development – courtesy of education? The erstwhile militants down south were not called terrorists because they were fighting for a cause and after being summoned to a platform of reasonable dialogue and fair hearing they presented their claims and their demands were apparently aired and heard. They never needed to earn the label “terrorists” for themselves. And why was that? Because of HOW they did it. So why can’t Boko Haram folks via a roundtable talk demand that the Government severe whatever educational support it has been providing and let them be? [That is if indeed their sole aim is abolishment of western education, and nothing more/else].
Similarly, what the Federal Government wants to do (or has already done) is to remove fuel subsidy. Why? To rake in more revenue for job creation, sustainable development, execution of lagging projects etc. But again (approach), How was this done? By abrupt hike in fuel price with the vain expectation that the masses have this all-powerful shock absorber that will absolutely cushion the effect as though subsidy never existed! Faulty approach, I opine. Whatever happened to putting appropriate facilities in place first? Why not patiently fix the power sector and allow the common man be able to boast of uninterrupted power supply for all that he needs – or have they forgotten virtually no means of livelihood is independent of power supply? And truth is, the power issue has been a nagging headache for countless years (at least, those whose domestic bills are not allowance-driven will understand this). Whatever happened to reinstating railway transport? Or are we too old to institute bullet trains shuttling Abuja to Lagos in minutes, for instance? When basic yet seemingly unachievable amenities stand aloof how can we be convinced that more challenging obstacles of a national nature would be surmountable? The leadership simply needs to win the populace’s trust on a matter of this sort and by winning trust I do not mean wishful words or promises on paper or projects in prospect, or some mantras on media. Not at all! No one builds a reputation on what he has not done. Trust is earned, not demanded. The principle is simple: Do more, get more. No doubt, subsidy removal has its attendant benefits but I feel the removal is rather premature and impulsive. Even at the eventual establishment of the basic necessities (not luxuries), the subsidy removal should be progressive not abrupt. Every naira counts in the life of the average Nigerian, for goodness sake.
Likewise, why abandon the peaceful but efficacious approach of nonviolent protests only to burn tyres with petrol purchased at N140/L – the same figure for which you hopped into the street to protest? (Because I’m sure from experience and education that water isn’t combustible). I mean why should patriotic and well-intentioned citizens adopt measures that will only aid any right-thinking observer to categorize them as hooligans and rabble-rousers while they would never been seen in such light if they had given vent to their grievances via smokeless protests?
“The end will justify the means,” you may say. Listen, the adage never said the end will nullify the means. Therefore, that we eventually arrive at the desired destination does not, in any way, suggest the path we trod to reach the destination is irrelevant. Well, you think the means does not matter? Then wait till you reach the end. Achievements are as important as the methods adopted to attain them. So, from the grandest of life’s ambitions to the littlest menial tasks, the scope of our consideration should extend from the “what”and “why” to “how” we achieve them.
As for the title above, “N140 per Litre”? Well, that’s the phrase qualifying the substance fueling the writing of this piece – petrol – and, of course, arguably the single most important subject in this nation as we speak.
I lack the words to express my gratitude to you for devoting to this write-up a portion of your most valuable asset – your time.
Thank you very much.

P.S.: Comments are much welcome.

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Posted by on January 9, 2012 in Uncategorized


“Full-Hell” Subsidy Removal

Last time I checked, features of a leader

Include putting priorities in right order

Even the dictionary puts “security” before “subsidy”

Unless those countless lost lives elicit no sympathy


When a bomb blast per day is almost always certain

Should not peace a reasonable government try to regain?

From more demises should not a wise regime refrain?

No! Only fuel subsidy removal can they entertain.

Do we need be told priorities are misplaced again?

Phew! 24-hour power supply we cannot even sustain


What an ill-timed, ill-favored, ill-advised polity!

Relishing the populace’s discomfort via mindless politics,

When education’s moribund, power: powerless, security: porous

Is there a better description than “loss of focus”?


Presidency sanctions subsidy removal like it was concluded

Yet the House claim the contrary like they were deluded

Please, who is fooling who?

Masses, though distressed, are discerning too

On 4th, nation is agog yet Senators won’t sit till 10th January

What happened to emergency sitting? No, their focus is contrary!


4 – 10! 7 days for the masses to graduate from groan to yell

Such political intention even an infant can readily tell

Draining the masses to enjoy more luxury?

Oppression has never sung a sweeter melody;

Because to me, removal of fuel subsidy

Presently, is nothing but fun-less comedy.



I simply don’t see the need for any subsidy removal when there is nothing to show for the past years yet. (How sure the proceeds from the subsidy removal won’t be siphoned as usual?) This is it: Let government fix power first, at least the masses whose means of livelihood depend directly on electricity will have a better quality of life. ASUU’s currently on strike, Boko Haram is ravaging the nation.  I mean we have huge-enough concerns and priorities at present than to place subsidy first.

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Posted by on January 4, 2012 in Uncategorized


Saturday the 17th

Last plate emptied, the last drink drunk

Music has stopped playing, the last song sung

Last visitor’s gone downstairs, last well-wisher zoomed off

Bridal train’s just left; the best man just took off his gloves


Taking in the spectacle of the so-empty, now-quiet hall

– soiled serviette, disarranged chairs, food-stained cutlery and all,

The silence reminds me it’s all over with the ceremony

To be continued by a longer, endless phase: Matrimony


Church service will end, dancing will cease at reception

But who should fall for the deception

That it all ended when the audience departed?

Wedding whispers only ended, the marriage music just started


Watching her leave felt downright sinister

But which would be better for my lovely sister:

To remain a dad-sponsored, mom-fed spinster

Or to become a blessed soul mate of a minister?


A memorable mix of feelings I won’t stop to remember

Ring on the fourth finger of a favourite family member!

And in the bottom-right corner of my cherished calendar

The date reads, Saturday the 17th, sometimes in December.



An emotion-driven yet reality-stricken me describing the memorable wedding of my sweetheart (sister).  Deep and sentimental as my love for her is, there’s no denying the reality that we both can’t stay together (same status, same place, same etc) for life. Life isn’t designed to be static and we aren’t either. Happy Married Life, sweetheart.


Posted by on December 25, 2011 in Uncategorized


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The Wednesday Before Christmas

Bowl of joy garnished with grief

Bland emotions – bland beyond belief

Or why should the loss of a dear one

Wrestle with the birth of God’s son?


If prayer could be offered for the dead

My missive to heaven would have read:

                Would it ever cost you a dime

                To send her down just one time

                That I may relish one final session

                In Lexis, in Structure, in Summary, in Comprehension… ?

                Please – one final, endless lecture in English?

                But no, heaven isn’t prodigal to grant every wish.


But how would a tutor of my favourite subject

Abruptly become Death’s prime target?

And why, I asked, of all Diseases, cancer?

But Diseases were mute and Death gave no answer.



This is dedicated to Mrs. Boladale a teacher of my favorite subject in secondary school (English Language).  She left the scene on 22nd December, 2010 – the Wednesday before Christmas.

R. I. P.

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Posted by on December 21, 2011 in Uncategorized

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