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Tattered Dreams

They played the part yet plot the pact. Instead of repair, they lead in the shadow to rip the earth; Our gods are not to blame but them. They have betrayed our ancestors, Posterity can wait no longer. Arriving from yonder, they have come to judge our every move, To the letter in every decision backing our move. Dear Mother, my honour is stained and tattered! To where has my father departed? It seems our collective dream has shattered, The pieces pierced our feet and bruised our skin. My siblings' wail but the elders make merry. Our village is lurking around wealth, But our daily bread is locked up in the vault. We dread treading the path to revolt, And gathering momentum outgrow our ill-health. This is not the future we dreamed of. Our dreams, precious like the mineral that has taken our place now. The elders paraded the corners of my street with pseudo promises. We’d believed for a moment but our springs quickly dried up, And they silently masterminded the raid to rip our homes...
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Being the Victor

Facilitating a training session on  "How to benefit from Digital media as students and the need to promote PEACE as young people" My life is victory personified. My dad believes in winning against all odds. My mum always has her hopes up high and ready to accommodate the aroma of victory from the heavens. My sisters know that tomorrow is never promised until you win today. It means that each of us has our very own battles to win daily. We consolidate our little victories. Thus, the family defines what it means to live while knowing that grace is sufficient for us.  Till we succeed, we shall continue to persist through perseverance with our mustard faith.  We are not superhumans; we are the family and together we achieve a lot. In our peculiarities, we strive to communion in this journey while supporting each other. Reaffirming that in our weakest moments, we have ourselves. Yes, we are the family. Life, as it unfolds, has many facets to it. I am planning to tell my D...

Until death beckons

Life and death the inseparable pair In the former, all is fair Beyond the latter, we despair Ironically, some think otherwise The former and latter each happen once Whether fair or despair, we exist to pay the price From cradle to grave We live, both the fainthearted and the brave Life and death are a must  Move on, Press on, Live on Rise up and grind hard Take that bold step Be carefree, fear no mistakes Be grateful, stay faithful Growth fruitful, live happily Forgiving and Believing We may live long but we die in a dash Then everything will disappear in a flash Smile when you can and blush if need be Let's share the laughter Before dreams shatter And we don't matter anymore Hence, let our today matter more We have much, so life and death expect much in equal measure. Until death beckons, be life's beacon! Credit: Etsy

Losing to Win

Moments back in time, social media was the canker seemingly moulding the world Now, it is our binding force We are obliged to digitally bond, nurture and grow together We used to value less the smiles of family and friends Now, we crave the smile of strangers Thanks to the frenemy, the mask We wish to be alone to emulate the safety protocol This pandemic requires such an element Now, it means something critical to be left alone and in isolation Life is likely to elude us in that state. Our existence is threatened by a folly Yet, through its impact, we have realized what it means to exist in essence Nevertheless, we are everywhere Our socially distant co-existence is now a global social support network We are the substance that nurtures life everywhere We are the beings racing to live free Free from what is racking havoc through our race The human race now has a much more brutal common enemy We had evolved through a series of phases in this life Thi...

In 2020...

We defied the odds. We make history in the present. 'Normal' is a thing of the past. Together means miles apart. Not all theories are not potent. The context is valuable content. Our survival remains constant. The reality means your breath intake is consistent. The wall is the law. A winning trump card is forbidden. And home shielded us from the omen. We understood that all things are possible. Although apart, we were more unified. Unquenchable flames were ignited in the youths. Productivity in our beds became the best option. We lived even when death looked us right in the eyes. The old generation came to appreciate the "demonic" technology. We realised profiteering was not the way of only the rich. The selfish attitudes of the yesterday are the survival tactics of today. The youth exuberance came with a new vibe. We held rallies and turned tables. We got beaten, burned, broken and barred. Then we were left with our dreams to wear on our sleeves. To all the fallen so...

The 21st Memo

To whom it might concern, You can be mighty in your right Yet you are left with nothing but your conscience Your life is much more valuable than a #hashtag Though it's now woven into the fibre of every 21st-century being's thumb You are may have access to the window but not the front door Your accounts are controlled at the backend by a stranger Humble yourself because your digital handle has no door You are worth every cell fighting for your survival  Not every cell ready to impede your survival  Fact is, you have done all the surviving Your brain and heart have never taken a break since your inception Just pause, breathe and acknowledge that this is remarkable So just in case, you intend to give up or mess up, remember they trust your next move Take turns to tell your stories in tens, a decade elapses like a minute You will account for every move and decision you make You do not need to make up but wake up from your slumber Time is running out, better follow it because ...

PEN

This isn’t an acronym. It is a powerful tool. It is blunt but has altered the patterns of history with unequivocal writing success. It has survived all the defining moments through the centuries Ranging from the early reed, quills, and dip pens to the contemporary ballpoint, fountain, and felt pens. History has it that, all users demand a special pen based on the pending purpose of use There is this status symbol attached to any kind of pen that has ever been manufactured. M. Klein and H. W. Wynne had received a US patent for the fountain in 1867. But as early as the 10 th century, the pen had existed.  And until this day, it has metamorphosed through many phases and designs. One of my favourites and most used pen from the 20 th to this century has been Michaels Bich’s Bic pen that was invented in the 1950s. It is simply elegant and mighty. The sword could see itself sharp but the pen is supreme. Talk of brainstorming sessions that led to generati...