HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY

ImageHello mom,

This is a public declaration of the fact that you are irreplaceable. Much more than i can try to fathom, you’ve been there all days long. thanks for those sleepless nights you had, those hungry days for me, those heart-felt prayers I feel, the countless measures of love. How on earth would I forget to say thank you for the scoldings that are ever on the tip of your lips, for that beating I would never forget ( you remember too now), for the lessons you have diligently taught.

I am not yet a homogenous blend of the kind of daughter you want ,still you raise your head up high for me through the darkest moments. You’ve taught me love not only by the words of your mouth, but majorly by your actions.That confidence you instilled in me is growing by the day. People wonder where it came from. The suprise packages and the tear-stained pillows will tell the tales.

Thanks for loving my dad the way you do. You are a phenomenal woman and no one can deny that.

Dear mother, there is so much to say to you , i cant definitely exhaust the words. you are not the best mom in the world because you are incomparable. You are the perfect example for all other moms.You deserve to be celebrated everyday. I LOVE YOU and I promise that someday, you’re going to be real proud of your little best friend.

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A BARREN’s PLIGHT…

Hunted and dismayed she be.

Lean frame turned thin.

Thinned out skeletal form.

Whispers of the night echoes her tears.

Drums after drums she drains from her sockets.

In pity I watched from afar…the tears…

I watched them drain into the deep wells of her clavicle.

Will there ever be an end to the tears?

Will her travails ever be over?

Will this trauma ever elude her?

Will joy ever be hers in life?

When? When?? When???

When will a kick from her inside come?

When will her child on her laps dance?

When will a nation from her wombs emerge?

When will her generation of champions be born?

Adejuwon G ‘Wemimo

A MEMO TO MY FRIEND

It really ain’t no news to you
That I’m no good poet.
Thou art the quiet intellectual,
Endowed with a gift in your hands.
Thou art the ‘gentle god’,
whose cool but firm command
thy pen obeys without reluctance.

Me-is the girl beneath the woods,
Who listens to the whispers of the birds,
Dancing to the melody of their tunes
Scribbling with all vigor , the words of their mouth.

As though in a race,
my thoughts run with enthusiasm
struggling for attention
till behold none on paper I could get.

If I were a king,
ruling the world of my heart with passion
And subjects my every thoughts were to me,
Without reluctance I would enslave,
Till every letter was captured on the memoirs of time.

Oh!epitome of humility
Wisheth it me to write for you
from the long, short, bright and dark routes of my world
where thoughts of mine be as flying electrons.

As smart as i think i be,
squeezed me out these few words..
… THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FRIEND…

DO YOU???

imagesDear you,
Hi… how have you been? Sure great and bubbling. Actually, I have been good and well been trying to occupy myself with a whole lot of things. Earlier I told you I was learning French and well now I am trying to update my blog. Each day has been fulfilling and well has been good.
One of these days, I was in a gathering and one of the guys there said something really funny,. Well, to me it was quite funny, to you, it really may not be. Okay, here we go, he said that these days, people now get to meet their spouses on Face Book, Twitter and in general, on social networks. And that he earnestly anticipates the day that marriages will become online marriages (whatever, we already have online dating so what is the big deal?). When the priest will probably maybe on his face book wall …. “Do you Lagbaja Kasiru take Omolema Juin to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and cherish, in health and sickness, till death do you part. If you do click like. And well he will repeat the same for the wife.
And well, if it was on his twitter page, he would post the same and then at the end, re-tweet if you accept and mention your wife. That was where he stopped imagining. I helped him to take it further a bit and then humbly questioned me that so what happens to the part of you may now kiss the bride? Maybe the bride would need to Google her kiss or send it by Bluetooth to their spouse.
Now, the point is that technology is growing at a mega-geometric rate and no one can try to predict what the next technological development is.. So, I keep asking myself this simple question should one really try to follow through every development or should you just ignore some. Or really isn’t the world going real crazy with this whole development thing?
Okay, just wanted to make sure that I talked to you this week. Ok, please do drop your opinion about this or rather you could help me continue the thinking process. You got an idea on how the groom may kiss the bride? Smiles…

For real,
Much luv,
Zee

MY SIBLINGS AND I….….. Why we fight the

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MY SIBLINGS AND I….

….. Why we fight the way we do…..

You may have come across Tim Lahaye’s best-selling book why you act the way you do. A good number of people actually have issues with why their friend behaves the way she does and why the chap would just be nice all of a sudden. Now, get this, I promised myself I would never try to analyze people because in the long run, my analysis will just be as good as useless. So, my conclusion on behavioral difference issue is- let people be, accept them the way they are, and if you can’t then relocate and reposition yourself.

However, just recently, I came across a very interesting topic on why siblings differ from each other. You probably just shook your head like yeah! Why do I always quarrel with my siblings? While Tim Lahaye’s book on temperament might provide a lot of answers to the temperamental behavior of each sibling, another question then arises that why should siblings then differ from each other in terms of temperaments, after all, we grew up in the same environment, we were raised by the same parents and the likes. In my own opinion, behavioral differences cannot be fully understood by anyone and kudos must be given to psychologists who take a lot of time studying humans.

One of these psychologists in his study gave the following reasons for the behavioral differences in siblings.

  • Non shared environmental experiences
  • Parents treat each child differently
  • Each child has different experiences outside the family
  • During late childhood, children often deliberately try not to be like their siblings- a process called SIBLING DEIDENTIFICATION.

Now, this was the part that got my attention because it suddenly dawned on me that it was true. From personal experience, I have had my siblings tell me to my own face that there are things I do that they would not do. Well that is kind of expected. I mean everyone was created to be different and if all of us at home had to behave the same way, mehhnn that house would be dry o. in the process of de-identifying themselves, the other sibling might take offence or in actual fact things might even become muddled up. This happens because, ironically, genetically similar people actively strive to be different from people they have the greatest potential to resemble and in a bid to change themselves or create the kind of self they can live with, there is a thin battle line of rivalry that is drawn.

Unfortunately, a good number of people are not skilled at managing this somewhat natural occurrence and as such may allow it develop into something not controllable. This is not to say that there are no persons that can adequately manage the rivalry. Managing it however requires a lot of understanding and patience. A lot of times, having opposite temperaments might also hasten up understanding each other.

But like I said earlier, I concluded a long time ago that no one can ever be like me in conduct and behavior. So if I am going to learn to be at peace with all men, siblings or not, I would also have to learn early to accept people for who they are, live up to my own standard for me while desperately hoping that my siblings would at least learn from my mistakes. And even if they have to de-identify themselves in the long run, they should de identify from the bad characters I actually have and create a better world around themselves.

While We Were Sleeping

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"We slept in what was once the gymnasium." It was dark and dank now, with cobwebs decorating the corners that mildew had not taken yet. A green mist hovered over everything, but that was our fault. We were paranormal investigators and this was our third time investigating this school. It was the first time we stayed overnight though, and it was our night vision lights that turned the school green.

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