Belief and Action

Here is the thing,I always thought to define who I am first,when I get that sorted out up here,then I can begin to outline my beliefs or what I should believe in. Either way it is a pointless exercise when we are not willing to live and act on our beliefs for that is the icing on the cake (could use some cake right now tho *rolls eyes *smiles). To belief is for essence,to act is to live! Hope you guys don’t mind me going straight to the point (*winks) I write….

BELIEF AND ACTION
In the face of defeat
i still couldn’t retreat
not that I was stubborn
just didn’t think it was over
decided to start from the end
The moment of truth came
thought it might sting a bit
wouldn’t hold back anyway
this is not from a place of wickedness
i simply believe “truth be told”
Unto a path of solitude
when all can’t perceive
with me things I foresee
i assuredly will still share
not that I have to,am only obliged to
that is just based on belief
In anticipation faith applies
our dreams with hope flies
it seems we are unstoppable
only because we believe
and so we mount the bricks
We come to lift a finger
only when there is a conviction
that all will be well
then we match on
Belief will always precede
actions we carry out,indeed
We unknowingly act based
on inner appraisal of imminent
concerns
then we engage in executing
I shall not be summoned
to carry out a bustle
on a subject matter I do not believe in
it would be a debatable sin
Here is the time to do this
“Follow your belief through with action”!
do not believe so much and do nothing
You are your belief and acts

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WHAT IF

A couple of scenarios could have ended up in a different way, and we will have a better story to tell,unfortunately this is not so,i write in meditation,hoping for a good ending,and weighing the consequences of how it ends….i write….

WHAT IF
I sigh in reflection
Thinking of what could have been
What if he had pulled the trigger
What if they listened more often
What if he didn’t make her cry
What if i wasn’t in and she got raped
What if he had it all covered
and he wouldn’t have to worry
What if i checked in often
maybe i could have stopped it
What if there was no word as “disease”
What if the world is not so sick
and men so insane
What if we were not adamantly indifferent
in times of dangerous certainty
What if there was hope from
hurricanes destroying topographies
DNA’s passing on diseases to innocent infants
mothers burying there own children
masses suffering frm a greedy politician
A system that lacks purpose
If we decide to make
what could have been to be
we will be toying with nature
and infact destiny as well
The question is this
what could it lead to?
good or bad?

A poem by Ogunnika abiodun S.

Trying this blogging thing again, a breaking free 😌

Hi there!!!

So six years ago I started having difficulties logging into my WordPress account. I couldn’t publish new post, couldn’t edit, I was simply stuck.

Can’t remember how is all happened, probably entered the wrong password or something. Tried recovering my password and it was an absolute ordeal. Yes an ordeal because it felt like a door was closing in my life. Tried following the step by step guidelines several times to recover my account. Still no luck. I then gave up. This was my baby, it was my first gateway into the world of writing and sharing it with humans outside my circle. Had so many plans, some of them I’ve forgotten after a 6 year break. I was sad for awhile, so sad I couldn’t bring myself to start over on another platform (I think I did once but it just felt wrong). There were things I needed to break free from, the illusion that I wasn’t good enough, that nothing ever works for me on the long run. So even though I miss it here I’m glad I took a break to find myself and also evolve in my craft.

So out of nowhere today, I see a tweet I liked on twitter, quoted the post and engaged in one or two responses which led me to checking my profile. I then saw that I still had my WordPress site on my profile so people could check out my poetry.

For some reason I tried logging in and I was in. Just like that. After 6 years! I switched browsers and I got logged out again. Tried recovering password about 6 different times before I could finally make this post.

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So to welcome you guys back. I will be writing a poem inspired by the image attached to this post which was sent to be by a fellow young mind who is trying out this writing thing. Sent it to me weeks back but I wasn’t motivated to write, you can guess why I’m motivated now.

HERE WE GO;

Our history is sprinkled with memories

based on mutual coexistence,

a toxic love conundrum,

makes it hard to refer to you in past tense.

Bound by passion, perhaps love.

I’m selfishly holding on to

a concept of togetherness

without considering your freedom.

Stuck in my head,

unrealistic expectations dictating

choking actions, still found

a reason to call it love.

The shadows of my past

has made it into our room,

no exorcism will suffice.

It left me cold as ice, sighs.

Yet with unresolvable energy

you yearn to be free, free from

whatever box I stuffed you

in in the name of love.

On this day of reckoning

I toast to your liberation,

a breaking free duly deserved.

A POEM BY OKIKI ©️

P.S; this poem was written in real time. Fresh out of the oven. Let me know if it came out alright.

P.S; feel free to share, like, comment and the works. Cheers!

Fallen Angels

Top of the morning to you dear reader, how was your night? Hope there was no masquerade chasing dreams ( *shinesteeth*).

 

I write with a heavy heart this morning.

 

Overtime death as been accepted as a part of living. Often times it’s the end of the road travelled while alive. Yet everytime I look back, death which is not biased by the way, tends to keep taking away very special people. People that could have indeed changed the world, people with great potentials to influence the future, people that were great blessings to many.

 

The number keeps increasing, unfortunately it might not decrease as death they say is “imminent”.

 

I write for those that have lost loved ones like me, who have mourned and yet the pain lingers, who after several years wish we can still turn around and find them (the deceased loved ones) drinking early morning coffee. I write for those whose souls were of a truth pure and yet still very much gone. I write for our irreversible losses of angels we can no longer give roses.  I write for the memories cherished and the lives purely lived.

 

I write….
“”” Fallen Angels “””

The clock ran down until

their feet were on the tip

of the earth’s sphere, dropping

off into the atmosphere of

an endless fall, death.

 

 

A pain is ignited with a fire

as hot as hell when death strikes,

all is not well.

When life is cut short and heroes

fall, all is not well.

 

 

I sob in quick successions, feeling

my chest tighten, feels like asthma,

i wail in agony from this cold

dish served by death.

Falling down in grieve.

 

 

Images of their smile forever

residing in our hearts.

Reminders of their sacrifices

are left behind, what a view.

Memories of their life changing

goodness engraved in our minds.

 

 

Death may have struck in

accurate precision, with an arrow

dangerously piercing through the

air, taking our loved ones out

on a lonely walk into the afterlife,

their value to us it can’t take.

 

 

Evil keeps living amongst the living,

while the good ones die, why?

Oh I wish our angels will stop falling.

 

P.S: Keep resting in peace Tobi Salako, Amechina Chime, Rev Julius Adesina. We love you.

Pray For The Prey

Morning people, hope you had a wonderful night rest? 

Today I would be talking about how men are hunted by violent hounds for no justifiable reason. Going after armless sons, daughters, traders, farmers, engineers etc. So many violent acts perpetrated by those that are suppose to protect us, police officers, military, special forces (if they are going after innocents then they are not so special after all). Let’s not forget either drunk or sober husbands, armed robbers, etc. I recently heard of stories where women are beating up their husbands too, God have mercy.

I was on twitter some two days back and observed something was trending. Discovered that there was yet another senseless shooting in Las Vegas. I became sad from my inside. I mean why would you just wake up one morning with only one major intention to shoot at innocent people. So many souls were lost because they simply decided to attend a concert, it’s just sad. 

It’s time we started praying for victims of senseless acts of violence all over the world. May God heal their souls with his love and peace. 

I write…   
 

 “”” Pray For The Prey “””

Unknown to the innocent,

hunted day or night regardless,

Impending danger is not toothless. 

Reflex will kick in late by

nano seconds, no second chance

to escape this devouring landscape.

The hunter aims to kill.

The prey aims to survive. 

Who will succeed?

For no just course, men have

caused many to lose their lives. 

Bleeding them out casually, 

it’s a pile of casualties.

Shall we then pray for the prey, 

to receive an advantage even

when asphyxiated by disadvantages.

To be delivered from

the evil of the day and

the dangers of the night. 

I of a truth foresee a lift 

in the dynamism of the prey, 

to survive the cruel affixation 

of hunters unwavering.

For this I pray. 

This I foresee, that the hunter

will become the hunted and

the hunted will become the hunter. 

Pray for the prey.

Clearing The Mist

A good day to you all. How is it going? Hope everything is lit? The past couple of days has been refreshing for me. Have had a relative amount of peace compared to the last couple of months.

Feels great to be a able to breath again. I have been able to appreciate more what peace is.

A state of peace is identified by everyone that has it. At that phase when all is well and it feels like nothing can go wrong. When you wake up in the morning and everywhere is so quiet you can hear your own heartbeat. When all your strategies at work are clicking so efficiently and everyone is loving the good work you are delivering. When you can simply get whatever you want for yourself and others without having to worry about financial constraints.

Unfortunately things don’t always work out so well. Life sometimes gets so bad that you begin to lose your peace. It can be sudden and it can be gradual.  In your head, you can’t seem to figure it out, why all this? why now?  why me?

Your head starts getting clogged with several unanswered questions. You begin to lose your peace. Peace you will have when everything is all figured out and is working out too. But first you need to let peace help you clear the mist. Allow peace calm your nerves and settle the storm in your brain. Find that inner peace regardless of what you are going through. It helps. Gives you a better view as well as an overview of your challenges. Improvements can then be made. Namaste.

I write….

“””” Clearing the mist “”””

Cherished items given in parish

that men may not perish

but have an ever sustained life.

Yet the will is broken, faith is

broken, chaos awoken.

 

Rising into morning’s path,

I walk through with no sense

of peace, life feels like nonsense

as death becomes ideal.

Peace escaped from the land.

 

Peace as a cape hides beneath:

joy to the lost when found,

relief to the injured when mended,

content for hungry souls fended for.

 

Though this peace eludes us

we crave for it like a mother’s milk,

long for it like a sex deprived husband.

Men perpetually live amongst

a facade that peace is untouchable,

after ages in long-suffering.

Yet we are our own peace.

 

Life brings a string of events

sending us right into a storm.

With no sense of direction, confusion

takes the captain’s sit.

Eventually storm will seize

as nature begins clearing the mist.

 

Peace, be still.

Peace is clearing the mist.

 

 

 

Hello people, hope you doing well? Good to be here after awhile. Just incase you missed it here I missed been here too.

Please remember that no matter how crazy things get, pause, breathe and find happiness.

In the spirit of diving straight in, I will be sharing with us on the concept of chance and happiness. To raise certain questions which we can meditate on after this reading and answer ourselves. I wrote this piece a couple of months back but I am still answering some of the questions the relationship between this two concepts raised.

I write…..

“””””Chance and happiness””””

Chance and happiness,

this two will I marry conjointly.

In a mental quest to answer

questions I never thought to ask.

My dilemma I won’t mask.

 

All his life,Bertrand only longed

for a place to call house, belonged

to no previous alliances but in

search for a house he found home.

Filled not with appliances but family.

Found his ultimate happiness.

Was that by chance?

 

What are the chances I will

find happiness,on this path of life?

Or will happiness find me?

Like a man finds his bride

in a beautiful garden.

 

What are the chances my acts

of love will attract the pole

of happiness in a mutually

respectable manner even among

fellers whose feet I once

washed like the Christ.

 

So called quest for happiness

men search for like daily bread,

is it found by internal groanings

or deliberate acts or is it stumbled

upon by chance?

 

Kalimbis never saw herself weep,

after all that life had taken,

some nights she lost sleep

enamored by the ever present

reality of her painful loss.

Only to awaken unto a morning

of a day that brought happiness

with a beautiful bouquet.

Was that by chance?

 

Chance and happiness,

will my story with you both

be a question of fate

or shall it be of faith?

Will life play its tricks

or will I have a running streak

with happiness as with chance?

Category A

Figured if there was ever a time to get back to writing now is the time, hello all, missed you guys and missed it here.

Sincere apologies have been away for weeks, truth is have been struggling with writing for awhile now, don’t worry, i haven’t lost the passion for it (smiles). So how are you all doing?  Fine i hope.

Today I will be talking about a world where everything isn’t about you. By natural impulses and without apologies the first instinct of man is to protect (think of) himself/herself. But for a husband it is to protect his wife, for a mother it is to protect her child, for a priest it is to protect the congregation and his/her faith, for a CEO it is to protect his/her ring of businesses, for a teacher it is to protect his/her student, for a lawyer it is to protect his/her client. At least,so should it be. By now you get the gist, if not, stay with me.

Here is the thing, the world, regardless of what you have concluded actually isn’t about you. We need to create a world where people around us don’t just exist but are very much settled in our hearts. A world where you don’t just help out but you are also making sacrifices (for all the right reasons ofcourse) , and sometimes putting yourself on the line. A world where the first thing that comes to mind is not how you can have it all, but how “we” can have it all.

You wake up in the morning, with your soul still in your body, it’s still that same you, no surprise there. You begin your day either eventful or not, i believe at some point we ought to think of another even though our bodies haven’t been possessed by another’s soul and our souls haven’t been possessed by another’s body.

I look around at the evils of the world, and i realized we won’t have so much of it eating into the core of our societies if only we started living for each other and not just ourselves. There is always a young boy out there who needs tutoring, a man out there who needs shelter, a sick person  out there who needs health. If we could just reduce the degree of “self awareness” and increase our sense of communism then the world would definitely be a better place, no doubt.

For as much as you want to be committed to your job, your wife needs you. Priest, as much as you want to be committed to the church, your family needs you, so you see, it really isn’t about you or just your loved ones. If that happens to shock you then you have work to do.

At the end, what am saying is: be a little more selfless.
I write….

“””Category A”””

Brothers were butchered with evil

purely diluted with rage,came

of age after a millennium of nursing

a pain of what could not be.

 

Spirits crawled to surface

with a vengeance,heads rolled

in that instance,uncontrollable.

Watched lives leave bodies,

gruesome kind of massacre.

 

Laid down in shrinked faith,

at the expense of my escape,

remembered a vow i made to bow

at fellow brethren’s needs.

In broken bones and bleeding hands

i raise sword against these demons.

Their level of heinous frightens me not.

 

Caught in the middle of a beastly

war with a hunger fetched from

hade’s own infinite well.

How can all then be well?

Souls crying their lives

out of them,with nothing else

to offer,am their last defence.

 

I fight,with a sacred kind

of loyalty to all,not just royalty.

Could it be my seek for reward?

or a quest for popularity?

For i battle even at the sight

of death staring at me in malice,

angry i saved many from him.

 

No,it couldn’t be,my mortality

is far too precious,yet i place it

on the line for fellow mortals.

 

A selflessness in Category A.

P.S: Am back !

 

 

 

Pay Day

​   Hello everyone, nice to be here again, didn’t realize how much I missed doing this until I actually started typing this words.  Gosh I missed doing this.  (*shinesteeth*)
Have been out of here for both avoidable and unavoidable reasons, mostly because have been too lazy to write which is no excuse. And for some days now have been hoping I can break the jinx,having said that am excited I get to do this again (“the little victories” lol). 
Today am going to be writing on my perusal on what my concept of pay day is, as you read the poem below it becomes evident that a pay day doesn’t necessarily mean the day you get paid ( i. e salary or other remunerations).
 A pay day might as well be the day something you have often worked on in the past finally pays of or the day your father tells you he is proud of you or your crush placed a warm smile in your direction (although it my hurt if you later discovered he/she was smiling at something else lol *wicked grin*). Nevertheless a pay day is that they you achieve expected/unexpected outcome for actions taken with intent be it emotionally,materially and socially.
With an open mind I write….   

        

        “”” Pay Day? “””

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! 

About to crash into the unknown.

Erupts in burning flames as I am 

unable to actuate my pay day.

Is it the day all my sorrow is 

converted into lasting joy. And I do 

not have to worry that my 

woe makes others unhappy?

Or is it that day,that they finally

see thy rebuke not as hatred,but 

as a debt you have to pay from 

a place of love currently mistaken. 

Is it the day the tilling of soul

and the grooming of hearts 

produces fruits that are so ripe

they bring forth even more fruits?

Is it the day my kids no longer 

beseech friends before they get 

pencils,and my wife beseech

friends before she gets utensils? 

Kindly educate my novice.

Pay day,is it that day when spending

is postpaid or is it the day spending 

is prepaid,which will pay?

Unqualified to beat my chest of the 

vast comprehension of what it takes 

to get paid,though I will rather say

“To get paid you might get pained”.

Not to confuse neither me nor you,

but is that pay day supposed to 

be a day we get played by a short 

pay,is this what you call pay day? 

Anita’s Bond

Hello people,good to be here once again. I sincerely hope all is well with you? I know it is! Let’s stay positive shall we? No matter what happens,embrace it,face it and move on (am aware it’s not as easy as it sounds but then what is easy anyway? *smiles*)!

It’s good to know you are reading this this very moment,God bless!

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Recently there was a development at work,leading to me having to part ways with friends and colleagues that i worked with for about nine months. I’m talking about absolutely amazing people that were such a delight to work with including my team lead.

Due to bonds shared over the months have had the opportunity to learn how to be a team player which helped my people skills. Having to change my team recently helped me realise that bonds are sacred. They are forged into your soul,occupying a space in your heart that you can’t ignore (as it should be). And so when the team was about to be dismantled i was a bit emotional because it was glaring,i was definitely going to miss them all.

So when Atinuke (my personal bank of ideas *broad smile*) was talking to me about bonds naturally my mind went back to my TEAM 28 guys ISON BPO,Abeokuta.Shout out to you all.

Will summarize the insight i got from my meditations on my bond with this guys in this simple quote;

“Life won’t mean a lot to you until people mean so much to you.” – Okiki

Here is a poem with a point of view on bonds,i write…

“”Anita’s Bond””
Rolled off the blanket
to unwrap gifts kept,
dividends from love shared
and time gainly spent.
Never met a soul so soaked
in bonds fund of,for this ones
she will embrace a tornado,
for this ones she will ride
a dragon too hot to touch.
Kiss a viper full of sting.

Spring time she called Spree time,
spending her heart out.
For years they have shared hugs,
broken into castles,wrestle with
tight jeans together,fought off
mean advances from strangers,
shared boots in rangers.

Now we are set adrift by an
“heart quake” of life’s phase,
phase that makes one part from
a bond groomed and built
in tears and with soul.
Together with them she
thought she will grow old.

Bonds of life were made with
friends of life,renewed
her love for them just by their
smile,a smile to be missed
every day for the rest of days.

This bond is attached to
beings worthy of devotion,
a bond bound by sincerity
and a proximity in closeness
of not just skin but heart.

A bond she prays distance
can’t end in an instance,
like the summer ends,hoping
she won’t be alone in freezing
cold of winter’s hold.
She hopes more fellows will
come along to experience
Anita’s Bond,from there
springs a fountain of life.

P.S; shout out to Team 28,y’all still exist in my heart,love you all!

P.S.S; thanks Tinuke my dependable bank of ideas,you are a saver!

Conflict of Choice

Good day folks,hope you having a splendid week. I appreciate your reading this and been a part of not just a mental journey here on the blog but for also showing your support by simply opening up links in the first place. Gracias!

I pray and work towards been able to continue delivering contents worthy of your reading.
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Here is the thing,am not exactly sure why have chosen this particular poem to be shared today but that doesn’t matter,come along with me on this one,let us reason together.

Many a times you are caught in between options that weren’t suppose to be options in the first place but then they turn out to be “the only” options you have. Other times there are no options at all until you go fishing so to speak,probably because you a not comfortable with the status quo and then deep down you are thinking,”there has to be another way”.

Now,that “other way” doesn’t necessarily have to be labelled “Plan B”. For every option is in itself a potential choice. It can actually be your best option after all. Leading to the best decisions you ever made in your lifetime.

Sometimes,choices are ready-made,like clothing we buy in boutiques while we shop. But it can also be crafted and designed by our own self and state of mind. Now a choice is supposed to be your ticket into making things happen,but then your options doesn’t have to determine who you are but your choices will.

Men are made by choices made,it cannot be over emphasized the paramountcy of choice,yet many take with levity what their choice will make of them until it becomes their undoing,a crippling knockout. So weight your options,choices,actions,steps before you decide.

Choices are good,but they can also cause conflicts if priorities are not set and men do not take a stand (in right standing). However,we must choose. Which brings me to the quote of the day;
“You can only fail at choosing if there was never a choice,but then failing to choose is also a choice” -OKIKI

Think have said enough,I write….

CONFLICT OF CHOICE
Choice has always been
deeply rooted in the very
soils of life,it is a science.

A gift to humanity that travels
back in time without time. A right
it is,our symbol of freedom.

Brings to surface a huge concern
in the architectural framework
of life; our choices in conflict.

Conflict is like the sound that
bounces out of a drum,a
result of man’s choices.

Persuaded by an admirer
to retire for the day just as
Messiah calls,where is my choice?

All they want is survival,
am pushed so hard,no revival.
Do i live for them or me?

Could tell truth and embrace death
or lie to escape death.
I want to live,but must i die?

Climbing up life’s ladder is hard,
had to step on faces to elevate,
choice wasn’t mine or was it?

It was heat that drove me
into the cold and cold chased
me back to heat,conflict of choice.

End road,now in conflict with
choices past made for i
couldn’t fully comprehend choice.

Yet i chose to choose choice.

P.S;apologies “if” you found this post lengthy,i just had to let it all out Lol. Peace!

In Between

Hello everyone,i know it’s been awhile i showed my face on this scene,it’s a sin. Sincere apologies. Life has been quite busy this days.However am glad to know you are reading this.

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Today i will be getting a bit personal if you guys don’t mind. So about two years ago i met someone that has successfully upset the balance of my life in a positive way. Someone who does not only make me happy but also inspires me in several ways (including poetry).

Now have you ever had that feeling that your life’s story won’t be complete if you had never met a certain someone? That is exactly how have felt for some days now after some meditations in solitude. Feels like something has always been missing until after she came along.

Guys,love is as real as what i feel and know,it is also more. More than i can possibly put in words even if I was given a million attempts. Am only grateful that i opened my heart to love and to be loved. It has done me good and has helped me to value the people in my life even more. All of family,friends,colleagues,superiors,Godly folks and a very special someone (*winks*).

So much has happened for us in the past one year and this post is one of the ways i choose to celebrate us and to also tell all that cares to know that indeed,”Love is a beautiful thing” (*shinesteeth*).

Here is a piece i wrote to her months ago but didn’t know if there would ever be an appropriate time to share,guess now is as good a time as any.

That my words may no longer stand in between you and your reading this piece of poetry,i write….

“” In Between “”
So it’s been a crippling effect
to look to my right only to
see her shadow has left.
A reminder that i must wait
to behold that being mysteriously
able to make me not mind waiting.
Stuck in between now and then.

When she is near i hold her,
when she steps out of reach still
i reach to grasp her fading image
as if in a scene just before “the end”,
all i get is this scent of hers,
smells like rose in morning’s dew.
Now before me,i savour her
leaning into me like a girl
leans into her teddy,covers my
skin with woolly warmth,
love her feel in between my arms.

I’m transported into the galaxies
in my thought of her,she places
me far away above earth,locked
into her heart where her
regenerating love for one makes
one giggle like a kid in paradise.

I’m rightly placed in between
her smile and her laughter,there i
find happiness.
Stuck in between her soulful voice
and firm stance,there i find balance.

Wish the ocean of love
brought us together earlier,
so i could have had her in between
“the beginning” and “forever”.
What a sail ashore it will be,am sure!

I put in a tape of reverie,
as i flashed back in memory
of a time all i’m drawn to is you.
Smiled at a thought that affirmed
to me i’m in awe of you.
Wish there was no “You and I”,
for the “and” in between is a crowd.

P.S; I’m back!