Life is like a stage… the biggest stage.
But there’s no rehearsal nor backstage.
The world is an audience that is watching.
Flickering, the cameras are shuttering and flashing.
And upon you, the spotlight is showering.
So everyone is expecting you to glow.
Everyone is looking on for a good show.
Expectations are a towering freight.
And you’re not sure if you’ll catch stage fright.
But if God doesn’t write the script, can you act?
If he doesn’t direct, can you play the role?
Can you live the moment, before the curtains draw to a close?

school of Life

I woke up this morning
And figured I had a calling
From the All-mighty and All-knowing
I feel honored, isn’t it amazing?
I’ve been losing count since.
I’ve lost count of blessings and sins.
But I’m glad the former gets formerly renewed every day.
And the latter gets forgiven sooner than later whenever I ask in every way.
I’m still enrolled in this school called Life.
Where I’d never graduate even though I study and still keep a steady strive.
They say experience is the best teacher yet I don’t see any tutors.
I don’t see any lecture rooms and educative masses.
Even though we are all in different social classes.
Tuition isn’t paid with currency.
Every obstacle will cost your tendency.
I’ve been writing so many tests without pens, pencils and papers.
And no erasers to correct my mistakes.
It’s funny because in the school called Life, the lessons come after the tests.
And that’s how we learn for the best and prepare for the worst.
I am not sure why I make many mistakes…
… But I’m certain I always excel when lessons are borne from these mistakes.
In this university, it’s not about the degree.
Your certification is based on God’s decree.
I’m probably a good student because Life is my education.
… But imperfection will never allow me to see my graduation.

The Art of Art

I love art
She is beautiful
And I like to dress her
Because she is in everything I can decorate
So I adorn her with my thoughts and imagination.
And without these adornments I’m just holding a lead-less pencil, everything is pointless
Or an ink-less pen, stainless pages.
When my thoughts are clouded I brainstorm.
Use the eyes but vision more.
And the third eye that is very rare.
To see things that escapes everybody’s sight.
… Opportunities that are camouflage… may God favor me.
To read pictures and write paintings
Maybe they are just portraits, but I can read paragraphs from within.
Maybe they see words but I can see pictures in those sentences.
Because Art is when sight has the ability to speak.
And when words and letters have life.
So whenever I draw, let my portraits have a story to tell
So whenever I create, let them understand my statement.
And when I write, let my words add colour to your perception.
A picture is worth a thousand words
What do you have to say to the world if your life was one portrait?
Everybody has a picture to paint
If the picture is dumb, then you craftsmanship has a lot to say.
… And maybe a price to pay.
That is why we don’t hear God when he speaks.
Because we failing to listen.
If we looked carefully at His art, signs and creation.
Perhaps we could win a hearing… a beautiful speech.
If a picture is worth a thousand words… Do you hear God when nature speaks?
Do you hear Him every day?... Because every creation speaks.
I hope by the time I’m done writing you’d see the picture I’m painting.
I love art because I can tell a story without moving my lips.

LIFE

A little Poem I want to share...

LIFE.
What is life?
They say death is the only answer.
That our lives do not belong to us.
Only a borrowed entity
That will be snatched from our bodies at a time appointed.
A time of no expectation, an announced appointment.
Without any form of warning or notice to any man of any caliber.
Death must be the fairest and most just thing in Life; every soul shall taste it.
Whether we desire it or detest it.
Whether ready or unprepared.
And while we perceive it not…
I’m sure death always flexes a grin at the irony that we can increase our life spans.
Hmmm… This must be the epitome of shock and surprise.
They say that the only certainty in life is death.
I guess the dead must have answers to the puzzle of life.
But corpses are no better than the dumb.
Otherwise they’d relate tales and chronicles.
The cemetery isn't a silent place for no reason.
If the contents of the grave were poured forth.
If only the living had certainty of what befell the dead.
If only they could even speak.
Would we even listen?
Maybe some hearts are too hard to soften, maybe that wouldn’t be enough to change their course.
That is the beautiful mystery; Nobody will ever know until they die.
And nobody who died will ever be spared another life
… nor have the chance to share his story.
No chance to amend his deeds.
This is a query that should alert the thoughts of man.
It is said that life is war.
Socrates said “the end of life is the end of war”
... could he be further away from the truth?

It's another day and I'm drowning in my sorrows.
The darkness of yesterday is haunting my brighter tomorrows.
Yet I needn't a blunt of weed to escape the gravity.
Nor the white man's hard liquor to baptise the torment.
in the midst of a multitude, one could still feel lonely.
One could be high up in flight, yet still feel grounded
I'm probably hiding all my emotions behind a faint smile.
I live in a house filled with so much emptiness
I've been hiding all the pain from the world but there's no hiding place in my heart.
I'm drowning in an ocean of questions
but with one answer staring down from the skies.
I needn't move my lips, my heart wails in awe of mercy.
If I could shed tears, I could wipe out a drought.
Why am I wondering if God listens, I know he hears the micro decibels of my whisperings when I pray.
Or maybe He's just acting indifferent?
Why have my sentiments been met with profound negligence?
I dare not wonder with my puny mind.
And I've waited for so long frustration is pick pocketing on my patience.
Yes, Verily frustration plagues my mind
Ingratitude holds me hostage
And Failure has overstayed its welcome
Sometimes things get so intense and for a rare moment in life, I give it a thought before forgiving.
I just smiled...
Because sometimes when you think about it, pain is a beautiful feeling... A wonderful blessing.
My mind reminds me of God much in these times.
But to ease the pain, the thought of hurting others crosses your mind... Maybe vent your spleen on another soul, be they worthy or not.
it's called collateral damage.
But would that change destiny?
My conscience probes too much into my private affairs.
Verily I'm a blunt sword, no matter how much I try I cannot cut.
Because compassion is my Solomon's hair-locks not my Achilles heels.
But sometimes I smile when I remember everything.
Cos if every misfortune is a blessing, then this should be the greatest moments in my life.
I just smiled again...
Cos I see myself at the end of the tunnel...
Acknowledging God and Writing my success story.

We all can't deny; our lives are fashioned by societies wardrobe. Inspiration and legacies are the best shoes, walk in them and leave great footprints; virtues are the best adornments, wear them and set the best trends. Don't live a life that doesn't match your pocket, nor make decisions that don't tally with the weight of your wallet. They say that our reputation is more vital than the contents of our purses. Live a simple life that shows content and gratitude. Be a monument in people's minds and a memento in reality.

No matter how powerful, mighty or self-sufficient you may seem, There will always be a point in Life when you will fall weak to necessity and realise the need for help. But then, no matter the degree and dedication of your efforts, you fail to avail yourself in every means necessary; not from your power, fame, beauty, intelligence, wealth nor the aid of someone else. And at that trice, you'll know that your destiny isn't in your own hands, and that there's an ultimate power beyond the reach of all men... Then, you'll recognise the insignificance and incapability of man w/o God's Will... because powerlessness and fallibility will forever plague him.

It don't matter if you're a benchwarmer...
1. Pray to God
2. Train (mind, body, spirit) and work hard everyday
3. Be patient, have faith and hope
4. Soon they'll give you your chance; a spot or the stage
5. So then be sure to rock that show like it's never been done before
6. When you're done killing the show, be humble, look up and thank God...

... This is the staircase, take one step at a time.

It don't matter if you're a benchwarmer, you'll get some playing time and you can be a great legend if you believe in God's Will.

Teach the skill, share the talent but never share the secret... The secret always makes the differences.

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Poetic Justice

Don't waste your time and resources seeking vengeance or reprisal; it'll never bring you justice nor will it change your circumstance. Yes, it may get you even, because it'll bring out the evil in you too. Justice is much more than revenge, even though they both share the concept of punishment... True Justice is Poetic Justice.

Pardon me if I diminish the true meaning of your significance with my words.
Nevertheless, I can’t stay speechless about it’s worth.

I do not intend to sugar coat every line that I will quote.

Neither is it close to my intention of exposing tots of your thoughts to diabetes.

Don’t worry, I’ll not pour honey into your mind.

I’m just giving you a path to a world of mine filled with treasures that cannot be mined.

Not only do I want to be part of your life, its an honour to dwell in your cognisance.
Because even when you’re reading now, we’re trading places.

It is an asset to my life, and I never desire giving you liabilities.

Nor do I possess liar abilities.

But sharing with you every whiff of my abilities.

Pride is a mighty destructible force. Not only will destroy you, it will deprive you of a lot of things; love, knowledge and compassion.

The most beautiful things in life are not the things we see with our eyes, but the ones that we feel. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but tell me how will you describe ‘happiness’ and ‘love’ without depleting it’s true essence, or have you not failed in your quest trying to? When we feel, though it is within our comprehension, it is beyond definition and description. That is why we can’t measure it, the reason why it is a beautiful mystery.

Men Die, Legends Live Forever.

Everybody has a dream
Everybody has something they all wish they’ll wake up to someday.
Living without a dream is like living with sight but with no vision.
And no doubt I always dream of being wealthy.
So I could buy all the things I dream of.
Dreams money can buy huh?
But what is wealth when health expires?
What is opulence when time kills everybody?
Is it not delusional to think that you be killing time?
What good is luxury when pleasure is transitory?
I guess there’s always an end to everything.
So what then is the worth of my dream? How far will it fair against eternity?
And how good is it when I’m no more?
Verily, everything depletes with time; name it; beauty, power and life.
But some legacies have lived long enough.
Some names will always be remembered;
Men die, legends live forever.
Eternity can’t silence the echoes of great legacies.
Writing is one of my legacies.
I might not be fortunate to have a monument built in my name.
But this one of the few remnants of my life that will remain after my soul is gone.
They say that mankind is haunted by the vastness of eternity.
How far will my life echo? I don’t know, and no soothsayer does.
Maybe someday preceding generations will read my words.
Memorize my thoughts.
Strangers will quote my name.
I do not know how long the effect of my efforts will ripple.
But it’s my dream that I’ll affect lives in a positive way possible.
Whichever way I can.
I’m building libraries. I want to live on shelves and in minds forever.
If they say that a picture is worth a thousand words, then writing must be the greatest art.
And I want to be one of the greatest artists.
Behold; A conflagration of revolution is coming and I can’t wait.
One day they’d say that it all started from a match stick I lit.
This is my dream…

Praises to God,
peace to all my friends who keep it real.
Rest in pieces to all my fiends on the reel.
Apart from the Lord!! who else do I laud?!
Tell me how many will give me a loan when I'm in need and all alone.
The best change is growth, went from boy to man, but I'll always be a buoy because I'll never sink.
And ill will and I will never sync.
So let them prey and let me pray.
Who do you trust when many are animated like toons and fake as auto tunes?!
I needn't be high up in a storey before I can share a story.
Do you need a pair of spectacles before you can view the greatest spectacles?
Maybe a dream to be in a decent scene that transcends things that are seen.
Maybe A roam in Rome.
A great pleasure If i can be in Cannes, france with all the fragrance... Having sweets in suites.
Dine and reach out to the rich but still pour some for the poor.
Or Wrapped in Kashmir scarfs somewhere in the heart of Kashmir.
And That I'll still remember the routes to my roots.
Write the rights and the rites that I see even when I'm far away at sea.
When Ambition flows in the vein, the struggle shall not be in vain.
I'm patient, but I'm still In a hustle to escape the hassles.
Even though I'm all grown, sometimes I still groan.
How do you rise up the tiers of life without shedding a few tears?
I needn't peek at my future or s horoscope to elevate me to a peak of success.
I have no idea how long i should wait, but Patience and perseverance always makes a heavy weight
And missing prayers seven days a week, makes one weak.
One day I'll tell momma "your son made it, his shine isn't coming from someone's sun".
Find me a maid who wasn't made to make my ego alter, and I'll walk her to the alter.
How much does it cost to be fair, does being right come with a hefty fare?
No doubt, Faith will and will always brings good fate.
With that, the lord's favour will always be the good luck I wish i never lack.
So I'll never give up on God, looking forward to the day I'll say hello to my glory and the halo that'll reward my efforts.

The alarm clock screamed in my ears.
And i wondered why the dead don't wake up to the same cheers.
I woke up to a beautiful morning.
Not in a grave, Praises to God, I smell no incense of mourning.
O dear Lord, who else should I laud?
Great heavens deserve every bow and applaud.
If I never make it alive, save me a seat in your lovely garden.
Where there's no pain, everything is free, and so charming.
The lord is my shepherd, I'm proud to be part of this herd.
I'm blessed; There is roof over my head.
Food on my plate, never delayed, never late.
Sustenance in my wallet, everyday and every other date.
A wardrobe stocked with clothes, like everyday is a feat.
I stopped complaining about shoes when i saw a man with no feet.
Lord please forgive me for my ingratitude.
Sometimes, i lose my way, my bearings, my longitudes and latitudes.
It is not easy when frustration holds you hostage.
And you catch amnesia during this period of bondage.
one misfortune could make you forget all the blessings.
and you can only focus on the losses and overlook the lessons.
They say do not bite the hand that feeds you.
So every time you sin, can you feel the mercy flee you?
Lord, can i borrow a piece of a mind?
I really need a peace of mind.
Drama's been beating my mind.
like it's the percussion of a drummer.
With faith, my mind is a gold that cannot be mind.
and they say sleep is the cousin of death.
so before i go to bed, i say my last prayer till i go deaf.

I'm at standstill, pondering.
My mind is on tour, wondering.
Touring the world with no plane flights and no luggage.
With no hotel reservations and no baggage.
A tourist with his gentle mistress, conscience.
Perfume rain and reign in the middle of France.
Every whiff is a lustful fragrance.
The only stench I know comes from an expensive cologne.
But not the ones the dead men are wearing.
They say wine gets better with time, but corpses got me thinking... Stench gets worse with time.
Corpses litter the surroundings of suburbs in Syria.
Sirens and firing guns is the only symphony.
There's no art in this town but only the blood spill paintings on the bullet-hole decorated walls.
With pools of blood, gliding on the floor.

My mind is on tour, wondering.
I Roam in the streets of Rome.
caught by the display of bouquets of flowers portraying a euphoria.
And I'm wondering.
why the same flowers in Somalia are a welcome message
only an adornment of graveyards.
Famine plagues them, it pursues their lives voraciously.
Surely, death loves this country so dearly, it's lodged here for too long a stay.
Hunting mankind.
Hollywood is crowded with paparazzi buzzing over celebrity's heads
But in Palestine, it is flies that are buzzing over heads.
Heads of men who breathe no more.
Men who have left behind widows and orphans.
The biggest worry may be choosing which Sebago or Calvin Klein shoe to wear.
Until you see men with no feet.
At the end of the day your face ends up on Instagram.
Somewhere, faces always end up on obituaries.

My mind is on tour, wondering.
Louis Vuitton, Gucci bags and Kashmir scarfs adorn the opulent.
In Vegas, every minute witnesses several walking fortunes.
In Afghanistan, there are several walking coffins.
Funerals are the most witnessed occasions.
Undertakers are probably the busiest wage earners.
And graveyards are more crowded than settlements.
Dubai is flourishing with exquisite luxury.
Somalia is degrading in tattered penury.
My mind is on tour, wondering... pondering.
Why there is so much variation and contrast in the world.
I guess some are opulent to pour some for the poor.
But do we see it?

I believe that our differences in affiliations, variations in ideology and distinctions in culture are to bring us to an appreciation of the variance in creation and nature, that we strive to blend in harmony... That we do not seclude ourselves to an affiliation, that we do not rebel, discriminate and hunt one another... That we see one another as one race - Mankind

Writing is one of my legacies, i might not get a monument in my name but this one of the few remnants of my life that'll remain after my soul is gone. They say that mankind is haunted by the vastness of eternity, how far will my life echo? I do not know, maybe someday proceeding generations will read my words, memorize my thoughts and strangers will quote my name. I do not know how long my work will ripple, but it's my dream that I'll affect lives in a positive way... Which ever way I can.

Regrets awaits any one who makes choices in desperation or one who makes decisions when reeling from a loss.

Whether you seek the truth or it comes to your doorstep knocking on the door, either way it's one thing knowing it and another thing having the courage accepting and embracing it.

Finding an excuse for any act of irresponsibility is probably the easiest thing to do after breathing. And at the same time one of the most predictable responses. After all, an excuse is always at the lips of every procrastinator... The prime prerequisite to negligence.

Sometimes trying to fight something only aggravates it's influence. You may try to deny it, but denial of Truth is not a choice but an impossibility. Attempting to, only makes it more evident. You may try to hide it but surely there's no hiding place in the heart... it's always irony trying to change destiny. You have to embrace certain things... Maybe they aren't absent for no reason.

Isn't the inability to know the unknown a wonderful blessing bestowed upon humanity, that reminds us of how human we are and how great God is?

War

Unsettled dust of confusion and misplaced interests
Are mixing spills of blood with dirt,
Glaives swiftly slash lives,
The innocent freeze and gnash teeth from fear
At the hark of the drumming boots of your legions
And there is no ethereal or comic hero to save them.

What if it were you?
Would you be any more brave?

Now I understand that which my ancestors said;
That your elephant feet in fight
Desperate to win over nothing
Will ail the innocent and blameless grasses beneath them
Wild in agony they wail and are hardly heard.
That portraits a lucent happening
Of the lucky losing grip
Among pale blood stained sheets,
Handless, legless and tortured by vicious agues.

What if were you?
Would you want to expire this way?

Fertile lands are abandoned
Because of invasions of senseless explosions,
Once jolly children have become despondent orphans and waifs,
And some are evolving into naive demons
With persistent hunger and death
Maturing them as waifs
As their ribs show like prison bars.

What if it were your offspring?
Would you have your beloved heir be so?

Mothers, sisters, wives and daughters
Are defiled in all beastly ways possible
When elsewhere dogs are treated as colleague humans
But for these real people no help comes for them
Just endless rains of tears from them.

What if it were a maid of your blood?
Would this love in your eyes suit her?

All this treatment to others makes me wonder why;
A lion’s share of humankind’s dispersed wealth?
There is no cedi tag to everything in this world.
Is it for security?
Even Lincoln and Kennedy fell – fine men riding the cloud of greatness.
Is it a fulfilment of allegiance to faith?
Where is that love iterated by religion?
Or is it just for the fun of it?
O!! You pray there won’t be hell.

People, countless are withdrawn from the face of the earth
Over grains, crowns, perhaps fields of dirt
Or other raw fortunes.
Never shall one own every pesewa.
I try to find the light that wars shine on our lives
And I see bloody darkness.

Learn to be content with your legal possessions.
What count of people in your days have you blessed?
Try to recall, for that is the measure of success.
How many people have you loved and understood?
That is where the wealth of life lies.

Wage war against war and let there be peace.
We don’t want to hear the noise of war trumpets
But the sounds of sheathing glaives
And never receding laughter.

Think of how proud you’ll be
To look back after you have expired;
Of the abyss your children and their children will inherit –
The one you are leaving them.

We humans must not be sightless of the truth that
Time will make our mistakes indelible,
The prices inevitable
And the scares imperishable.

AUTHORED BY KOBIK WILLIAM.

Beautiful Mystery

I love this picture
Like The lovely mystery of the future.
The beauty of suspense lies in the saying "ignorance is bliss".
And until that veil Peels off I'll never know that which is hidden.
It drives curiosity, and curiosity is blissful path to wisdom.
Whatever face is wrapped in that veil is just a vale that reminds me of pearls wrapped in shells.
It is the urge to know that makes patience so beautiful.
And that moment it falls off becomes the pinnacle.
Till then, everything else is like tomorrow.
Only a vast curtain that conceals all that you'll ever know...
I love suspense because I cannot predict.
An interesting feeling because uncertainty ignites an anxiety that denotes respect.
I love this picture because I have no idea...
Oh my word I'm so curious!!
It's killing me to pull down this curtain
To put an end to all this wonderful bewilderment.
Delayed presents are the best in weight.
They say precious things are always worth the wait.
Where is she?
Questions plague my mind? Who is she?
Verily Without questions, answers are redundant.
Precious things are a treasury; hidden for long, hard to find.
But belief gives us the rope of hope
And with hope, persistence and patience have a true meaning.
So I know someday I'll live this phase
Someday, this mask will come off, and I'll see this face
... Being so oblivious to something is special and till you find out is true beauty.
Isn't the inability to know the unknown a wonderful blessing bestowed upon humanity, that reminds us of how human we are and how great God is?

We can't choose to write our destiny. Our destiny is a written script that chooses us... The only choice we have Is being 'good' or 'bad'.

Regrets awaits any one who makes choices in desperation or one who makes decisions when reeling from a loss.

What could be more worse than not having the ability to conceive an idea than having the ability to Conceive one and watching someone else implement it and reaping success out of it... whiles you watch on, in regret of the opportunity that went unattended to.

Envy is an admiration, most usually spiced with an overdose of resentment and bewilderment. Your success ignites their worries and your failure awakes their joy. All because, you're favoured more.

Whether you seek the truth or it comes to your doorstep knocking on the door, either way it's one thing knowing it and another thing having the courage to accept it.

Not everybody will or is willing to sacrifice as much as you did for them. No amount of effort can glue them to a stay, to any loyalty or appreciation. If they so desire, they'll stick that dagger in your back or right through till it pokes out of your heart... with no remorse. And if they wanna leave, they're heading straight to that damn door, nothing will stop them but conscience... But is conscience common or is it rare?

When you start small, they sneer and they jest. But then when you make it big, they're sore and they criticise. 😎

... And I said to her "Your beauty is a blessing and a curse that coincides. Reason why Every chance I get to glance at your stance, it kills my insides. I wonder how you look into the mirror and still manage to escape suicides.
I must protest, no daughter of Eve must have privilege to such a rare miracle.
I needn't a pair of spectacles to view such a lovely spectacle."...
And When I focus, I needn't a camera lens...
Then she replied "true beauty resides in the heart"... Guess She couldn't be further away from perfect sense.

That is the beauty of Time;
The irrevocability of the past; filled with memories and regrets which aren't subject to amendment. The constantly evolving present; where we are tormented by the gift of freewill, chance and choice. And the mystery of the future; where we are in complete oblivion to the events that befall us.

It is not every time that the absence of truth is a lie. Sometimes, the absence of truth is just a concealment.

I have failed so many times, now I am building a bridge to success. A bridge built from the wrecks of failure.

Cushioning one with a lie is more grievous than pitying them with the concealment of truth. it is better to live a painful reality than to live a beautiful illusion. Besides, wounds are meant to heal right? But will a mirage ever be real?

I do not intend to pour honey into your mind, and expose your thoughts to diabetes. I don't sugar coat what I write or what I say. I'm just giving you a path to relate, have access to my thoughts and the way i think.

Everyday walking up to the mirror gets tough, looking into it becomes tougher. Because you realise that in some years to come, that face will never be the same again. And even yet, someday, you'll never get the chance to walk up to the mirror anymore.

Dreams & Lessons

Wake up from that coma.
Wake up from the slumber.
Wake up to a miracle.
Rise to the pinnacle.
Dreams are bigger than sleep.
Winners are widely awake than ever asleep.
Your mind is gold that cannot be mined.
Ambition is a ladder that is leaning against the sky.
Faith is an invisible staircase, take that first step.
We may be in the gutters, but we're gazing at the stars.
Aiming at Sirius.
And even if we miss, the clouds would be cushion.
Stars shine brightest in the dark.
And you'll never be a star if you believe in zodiacs and horoscopes.
Ditch the telescope, look in the mirror and fix your own flaws.
Time waits for no man, neither does death.
Why do we fall?
Failure is a bridge to success. Build one with your shortfalls.
Even on the right track, you can still get run over.
Keep your head up, keep marching.
Keep running and leave laziness and procrastination behind your trail.
Don't let frustration pick pocket on your patience.
Motivation is a recipe, prescribe it daily.
Son, how're you gonna shine if you sitting on someone else's sun?
Trust is more fragile than a glass vase, and we men have slippery soapy hands.
A pinch of loyalty is never guaranteed from the same people you dine with.
The tongue is a mighty powerful sword; don't slander and don't get slain.
Silence is better than violence.
Yet no revolution is borne from silence, Put a timer on your speech.
Don't set your expectations high like a kite, disappointments will rain cats and dogs on you.
Compassion is a favour seldom returned nor shared.
Thus, Men hunt their own kind like cannibals.
Preying on one another's weaknesses.
Hypocrites hide in plain sight, open your mind not your eyesight.
Words can be lies, actions can be disguises.
Haters would wield bricks at you, lay a foundation, build an empire.
Critics would rap about your talent, wrap them, and thank them for reminding you of imperfection.
Friends and Foes will wish for your downfall, congrat them for bestowing God's favour on you and pray for their recovery.
Optimist will dazzle your eyes, pessimists will blind you, use both; Life's better when dim.
Fear is seeking you, and it'll find you if you have no hope.
Change will come, know when to flee and when to embrace it.
Just make sure that your change is growth, from grassroots to an amazing amazon.
And prayer will steer your destiny.
The devil is preying on you, keep Praying to God.
Either Blessings will rain or lessons will reign.
Religion is the real legion.
You can't make it in life with a college degree and without God's decree.
Nobody can kill your legacy, you're the only one who makes it immortal.
Never give up... Wake up from your dream and chase a Dream.
Reach out, they're within your reach.
And when you make it, don't forget the routes to your roots.
Calm your attitude and show some gratitude.

Not every woman or man needs a gold crown, an embellishment of pearls, diamonds, and a posh cloak that sweeps the floor to be a king or a queen.

Fear and Grief seeks us, and without Hope and Faith it'll find you, and find you again and again and again.

Change is when your destiny takes a new course; know when to embrace it and when when to flee it?

It was a chilly night, and the night was still in it's youth.
The breeze was so humble and kind.
Providing so much comfort and a sweet whistling melody.
And verily I was wondering around unawares of what destiny had this time to my surprise.
Much oblivious to the accident that befell me, or was it a plot of coincidence set-up by God... I knew not.
I saw you from afar like a how a fisherman sees a good catch.
The new moon was shedding its luminance just right above you, your face is a profound luster.
And the night terrain revealed your brilliance in exquisite detail.
The darkness of your hair blending with depths of the night.
As if already prepared to amaze me, I love pony-tails.
And those big round ear-rings clanging as though they were the keys to my heart.
O my word!!! what a perfect picture? Mona Lisa must be jealous.
And for a moment, I lost all my senses but sight.
My eyes were transfixed, locked unto one gorgeous aura.
Everything else was blur, in my blindside... but you, in a sharp focus... I needn't a camera lens.
I was deaf at an instance, because everything else was a meaningless irrelevance.
And there, a whole world was standing before me in a sleek dress.
A dress that portrayed modesty in a stylish form so humble.
I wonder how a maiden could snatch attention with so much ease.
And Even if you bolted away with it, I'd still be struck enough.
Incapable of screaming and triggering a burglar alarm.
I just stood there charmed but consciously appreciative of such fineness.
I couldn't tell if you pulled a magic trick.
I didn't see you chant nor swing a magic wand though.
And as You approached my direction in a slow strut.
Time was relative, the whole moment was in slow motion, and minutes were micro-seconds
your carefully defined steps synchronized along with my heartbeat.
Your musk, would summon anyone from afar, like an expensive cologne from the heart of Paris.
I must argue that no daughter of eve must have privilege to such immense beauty.
Your eyeballs are so poisonous, gazing into them kills me.
And I must agree that you don't need a crown, a throne, a string of pearls, diamonds and a posh cloak to be a queen.
And i wonder; How do you manage to look in the mirror and still escape suicide?
And your smile? very infectious
I could be sick all day reminiscing.
And yet no pills would be able to relieve me.
I wondered; what the hell was happening to me?
Verily, i was lost in so much nervousness.
And when you finally moved your lips to speak to me...
... my alarm rang, and i woke up.
It was all a dream.
A dream I'm still chasing in reality.
I may not believe in Love at first site', but i do believe that the first sight is always the first step.

The most careless of men is one who is vigilant of everything but entirely negligent of his religion.

I love writing, when you read my words, you read my thoughts. I invite you into mind and share with you the feeling of how I think... And in the end, I find my way into your mind too.

You can never change the world in a lifetime, but you can change a world in one moment.

Friends and Foes will wish for your downfall, congratulate them for bestowing God's favour upon you, and go ahead to pray for their recovery.

I would feel rich because content resides in my heart. I would feel poor because money is the only thing I possess.

Build forts, fortresses and empires and they may remain even when you're gone. Build libraries and legacies, and you may remain forever even after your soul departs. Men die, legends live forever.

What is the worth of a beautiful rose garden without sharp prickly thorns?

You will not be able to fully understand a man until after he has been subjected to power, riches and rank

People usually pontificate; Compassion is a gesture of the coward, and a trait of weakness. But what is the blabbering of mere mortal men compared to the applause of great Heaven?

What would it profit a man to criticise the rights of others, in preference to pitying his own wrongs?

Every single person must have a degree of shyness and modesty; otherwise, their reputation will be a cheap sale

In life, look at those below you not to feel proud, but to feel content. Look at those above you not to feel jealous, but to feel inspired

Character is contagious, spreads like a cancer, but rather more dangerous; it’s influence can neither be seen, nor felt nor diagnosed

Alarm clocks do not awake men… God does

The greediest person must be the one who fails to share a smile… a man, consistent in in wearing a scowl

Don’t let your belief in God be a faint tale told to you by society, find it from within the depths of your heart.

God crafted time-machines in our minds; our memories, so that we can return to the past and our aspirations so that we can travel to the future

Walls have ears and they are good gossips too

Men have broken more trust than they have broken glasses

The tongue has slayed more men than swords

The best safe in the world is the mind. Your secret is safely guaranteed within your mind, worry only about your tongue

The blemishes of the many politicians have tainted the reputation of the few good ones

Every great empire started from a small lingering thought

A man who is lazy to think is much worse than one who is lazy to work

Footsteps leave trails of man’s existence; nature leaves a conspicuous trail of God’s existence.

Ignorance is a chronic disease. Unfortunately we were all born into complete ignorance. By time, we are all afflicted at a certain degree. Unquestionably, there is no cure, but by the remnants of knowledge that we seek, we will heal ourselves.

Not every untruth is a lie; misconceptions, deceptions and illusions are one of the few unforgotten forms.

We all can't deny; our lives are fashioned by societies wardrobe. Inspiration is the best shoes, walk in them and leave great footprints. Virtues are the best adornments, wear them and set the best trends.

Sometimes we men are predators, we prey on each others' weaknesses. But most surprisingly is when virtues are mistaken for weaknesses. Maybe a mirage to men but undoubtedly a great service to Heaven.

What would it profit a man to criticise the rights of others, when he should be pitying his own wrongs?

Without language, my thoughts wouldn't find it's way into your mind, nor will yours find it's way into my understanding... Speech wouldn't exist, the tongue would only have a sense of taste and the world be a boring place filled with deadly silence.

The brightest memories and the darkest secrets reside in the depths of the mind. The mind is the best safe for all secrets, and the only key to it is the tongue... Speech. People only get to your mind, through your own-self.

Man's Companion... Mother of Mankind

If there was no woman, there would be no child, there would be no humanity and the entire human race would've been buried in the earth along with one man.

Coincidence is a gift with no ribbons adorning it, sent by God and delivered by destiny

Thinking is having a conversation
With your own self without moving your lips.

Beauty is a blessing and a curse; a blessing that is exiled by pride and a curse that is cured by humility.

Let a man prefer praying for happiness to praying for wealth and riches. For verily one who is wealthiest can neither borrow a piece of mind, nor purchase a remedy to sorrow nor can he satisfy his insatiable materialistic needs. Content is gratitude to God ,and a relief to mankind.

They might be able to imprison you for a lifetime, but not even for a second can they be able to incarcerate your thoughts.

Camouflage

Sometimes acting naive and oblivious is a camouflage, where you hide in plain sight by acting dumb. And then watch others expose themselves by trying so hard to prove they're smarter... Sometimes hiding your strengths is not a weakness.

Let nobody ever be blamed for killing your own legacy. You're the only one whose finger is on the trigger.

The recurrence of one particular event only refutes the possibility that it first happened by chance.

Silence & Ambience

If your silence and absence doesn't alert their attention, then your ambience and presence never found their way into their hearts. Sometimes you're just a faint shade of memory, sometimes you're a lot more...

The difference between men and beast doesn't lie in intelligence... It isPURPOSE! Otherwise we are just the same living things; fragile creatures born to die and mortal souls limited by confines of Time... What is the purpose of your Life?

Inception

An inspiring thought for a believer and a challenging one for the otherwise; Intelligence and invention are not borne by mere fluke and sporadic conjecture. A Tornado doesn't sail into a junk yard and assembly a Boeing 747, neither did the Eiffel Tower erect itself, nor did the Great Wall of China build itself. Every trait of intelligence has an inception. This universe was fashioned with infinite intelligence and wonderul complexities free of any flaw... And God is the architect, the creator.

Glories & Follies

Sometimes... I am not frightened that I will fail or fall in my ascension to glory... I am just terrified that I'll give up and witness the autopsy of my own legacy.

Let them frame you up and hang you in the public eye, but picture yourself making it. One picture is worth a 1000 words; Mona Lisa has won the attention of a few critics, but she has been acclaimed several more compliments. And that makes a perfect picture; A few sketches of Blemishes. Criticisms exposes recognition...

Beautiful Imperfection

I love your imperfection, it reminds me of God's perfection; How he put lapses in you to make everything perfect. There's so much beauty in your mistakes and so much suspense in your tendencies. And suspense is much fun when one cannot predict. I love your flaws, they inspire my strength in forgiveness and fuel my mercy. And your regrets? they're my rear-view mirrors. Silence wouldn't mean much if there was no noise. What is the worth of roses if there were no thorns to prick our consicience? What would I have to learn if everything was perfect? Your imperfection reminds me that I'm human... The mercy of God doesn't dwell amongst the Perfect, it lingers among the imperfect. Are we not blessed then?!

The extremes of Patience

Patience... It is a skill; if you're too patient, clear opportunities will pass your vision by while you are busy waiting. If you're too desperate you'd make the wrong decisions. In both cases, there are mistakes and regret-filled lessons... And yes, at most times it'll be too late to make it up for the loss. Before you take a step, balance your patience first.

I've failed so many a times am now building a bridge out of the wrecks of failure to success.

Never curse your destiny; sometimes the accidents and mistakes you bump into could be the beginning of a fortune and the opportunity that flees your pursuit could be the end of a misfortune

Why prefer falling so easily to be a loser to struggling so hard to be a champion?

Success Story

Sometimes I feel like giving up, feel like dropping my pen, feel like i should stop knocking and walk away from the door. Sometimes i feel like agreeing with these cynics and pessimists. I feel like saying its enough, but I ask myself; why prefer falling so easily to be a loser to struggling so
hard to be a champion? They say that the moment you give up is when you are just a breath away from the finish line. I've failed so many times I'm building a bridge out of the wreck to success. Rumi said; what you seeking is seeking you. Desperacy has been pickpocketing on my dreams, I'm losing a lot of patience. Dear Lord, though I can take steps, I have no idea which path to take, I have no map, I have no idea how far but I trust that you'll summon Success to seek me wherever it can find me at the rendezvous time... Never give up on a good cause if it's worth it. Sometimes I'm not Frightened that I may fail, I'm just terrified that I gave up and watch my own legacy burn to ashes.

Armour of God

I went to war with no shield, no sword and no armour. And I marched home undefeated, victorious without battle scars or an obituary. My foes waved the white flag, yet I hadn't faced them with an army... I faced them with God

The wonder Book

Revelations: revelations that borne blessings and alleviate curses... That addresses thoughts, a gift to mankind, lessons of which there's no similitude, perfection that has no contender. If I had all the words, together with the help of the world's libraries, the oceans as ink, and a several thousand quills, I still wouldn't be able to provide even a sketch of this perfect picture. They say that we are all slaves in different kinds, but I feel chains falling of when I am reading this book. It clothes my naked mind and nourish my sacred thoughts. It has no chronological order; past, present and future all intertwined in one masterpiece. With clear signs bigger than science, beautiful literature that'll blow the mind of renowned poets. With these words, I haven't even thought of taking a single step to match the excellence of this beautiful scripture. The definition of true religion, void of contradictions, errors and human intervention. A book sent to illuminate billions and memorised by millions. So we ask ourselves, how could this be the work of man? They say mankind is haunted by the vastness if eternity, but this book lives in the annals of history and will echoe throughout the millenia, generations and eternity to forever be cherished by believers andd memorised by strangers in one language that will frontier the unison of beautiful religion. A book that will always speaks for itself. Quran is a wonder... Put it to test of you will!

Lessons in a mistake

They ask me; "why did you waste a lot of time on a single mistake?"... I replied "I just wasted a lot of time in learning a couple of lessons"

Success

Success is beautiful. sometimes, it is a beautiful veil that shields our vision from the reality of things... Adversity introduces you to yourself and the people around you. Failure is a bridge to success.

There are several times when men have made fortunes by the cause of a mistake or an accident. Sometimes, There's always some positive side or a negative thing.

Open mind

Keep an open mind and it'd either Become a gift box or a trash bin.

Corpse or wine

By my Lord, It's either my life is like a corpse or like pure wine; it's either I'm getting worse or better with time like the stench or the taste!

Amazing Amazon

Never denounce your potential... Even the mighty Amazon forest rose from a filthy soil, and before that... It was nothing worthy of mentioning!

Ladder Of Life

In the ladder of life, some are above us not for us to wish for their downfall or pull them down in selfish envy but as an offer of motivation and vision to reach higher heights... Some are beneath our feet not for us to look down and flex our pride but to shed the light humility and perhaps offer a helping hand.

Envy and Inspiration are alike; they both drive some urge. victims of both all have that dying urge to live up to someone who's greater than themselves. The difference is; inspiration says in a curious tone "how did he get there?" And envy says in a sore tone "why did he get there?" the former will get you somewhere, the latter will get you nowhere

The Craft of Peer influence

I've been trying to fight this persistent resistance
The resistance of trying to fit into society's wardrobe
Where I would have to walk in the shoes of the culture it has fashioned
The craft of peer influence...
I'm falling victim to this revolution
I'm falling victim to change
I have been mesmerized by this abstract piece of art
And in my head, there's always this same uninvited cunning guest
Whose hissing voice is always nothing but a shrill whisper
But rather so loud enough to awaken all my desires from slumber
It's always says "feel free to do it, everybody is doing it anyways"
So then I'm trying to consider this advice
Of course if it isn't true, why am I feeling like an outcast?
Or a coward filled with so much shyness
Religion is the fuel that ignites the engine of conscience.
If I can't break these rules, everybody else is bending them
Peer influence seasoned with temptation; that is what is leaning on my mind's doorbell
And for a moment my disobedience killed my conscience...
Now I'm marooned in vulnerability and insecurity
A Perfect scene to commit a sin
I could probably be disturbing the environment by the exhaust of kush (weed) in the air
Probably giving my liver so much stress with strong liquor
Probably giving away my virginity away like it's cheap gossip
Probably increasing my currency value out of a single 419
Probably be a top player, winning concubines without any penalty
Probably just living life cos it's a trend that everybody follows
That's the fashion these days; follow the masses
What happened to the sight of my judgement? Every thing that seemed bad to me now seems okay if not good.
Now I can't even show up at a local mosque
They'd be framing me up with sarcastic names, picture me being mocked
Why should I be bothered the least?
Why am i being a puppet of societal criticisms?
I should be one in a million
The influence in my life should be free of sporadic judgements.
I'm fighting this resistance... I'm at war with peer influence.
So help me God...

A Beautiful Mind

Isn't it miraculous? That in a moment, there are invariable infinite thoughts and ideas firing in your mind from origins of which you know not? Each of which could sprout into several matrices of possibilities connecting to many many others, all governed by the relativity of time and space. But then, will the choice of every action be just mere intuition or will it be a matter of probability and deliberation? Every encounter defines a new potential direction. I believe our paths did not cross each other without a reason; our fates are intertwined in a beautiful way that makes everything whole in a complete and perfect sense. We are all connected to one another in an oblivious way, a correlated network of permutations of which no entity can ever compute. Your actions will not only effect your life, it'll echo and influence others. Like the roll of a dice, the toss of a coin or the sliding of a fortune wheel, what are the chances that successes and opportunities will be fleeing you, and what are the chances that trouble and misfortune will be seeking you? What are the chances that you'll be that one out of a million sperm that will reside in a particular womb? Born with a silver spoon, born into a particular room or born into penury? Though we're linked by events of the past, the consequences of our actions will forever ripple throughout a considerable expanse of humanity and eternity even when we're gone. Destiny will forever be a mystery, the phenomenon that determines the course of our lives. Will we then say that our destiny lies in our own hands?. Is it not miraculous that your fortune could change in just a moment?

If you say you don't trust words but trust actions, then, you probably have met liars but haven't met hypocrites yet.

Revenge

Revenge is sweet, it always puts you on an even scale. Sometimes it is dangerous; they say that when you seek it, dig two graves. But at all times, the best form of revenge is forgiveness... Forgive and let their conscience haunt them or you can just wait for Karma to show up!

Yesterday you were behind me, i was taking a bullet for you, today I'm taking another bullet, this time you're the shooter. Why did you pull the trigger?... How possible could my tremendous sacrifice be repaid with a silent betrayal?! Isn't this world such a cruel place?

After Time, your most priceless asset should be your mind; it is more than a mine, it is the foundation of every empire. They can imprison you for life but they can never incarcerate your thoughts for a minute. And indeed it is the best safe for your secrets... And the only key to it is your Tongue or your pen... Nothing but Your own confession.

Mystery

Love; it is gentle, warm, calm, kind, merciful, serene, peaceful and a light. Isn't it rather mysterious then, that this same wonderful emotion can spawn hate, jealousy, malice, greed, hypocrisy and darkness? It's like a kindled fire; it provides you warmth and heat, but it can also burn you down to ashes. The love of power lies in the power of love... Kindle with care!

The Atom and the Universe

If only we knew the worth of an Atom's weight and the vastness of the Universe, then we'd have a clue, then we'd have an idea as to how to evaluate the greatness of God... Until then, it'll forever be beyond our infinite imagination... Beyond the comprehension of our beautiful minds.

Sometimes you feel unfavoured because you missed the plane flight, only to find out later that you missed the plane crash too. Sometimes, a blessing is just seeking you in an awkward way... And sometimes, a misfortune is just neglecting you in a beautiful way... whiles you perceive it not.
Everything happens for a reason...

Niche

Sometimes Life is like this niche called a Law Court; where we treat God like a lawyer and go to him only when we have problems... And some become judges when in the first place we all should've been reminded that God is everybody's witness.

Amnesia & Nostalgia

It's unfortunately true; we live in a life where we remember flaws barely more than we forget favours. It would be a miracle if we could catch amnesia on the shortcomings as much as we're nostalgic about the services rendered us... If only we would appreciate and forgive more than we judge and criticise.

Sometimes I get lost, I get frustrated, I catch amnesia on God's infinite blessings and Ingratitude holds me hostage... The only way I can free myself is when I say "Alhamdulilah (All praises due to God)".
God forgive me for my ingratitude...

Knowledge Is Power

Knowledge and Ignorance are two contrasting realms. Each causes the deficiency of the other; it'll either cost you or pay you. The rich and powerful do not only use knowledge/wisdom, they also utilise the ignorance of others, they'll use it as bait and they'll feed from the exploits.

Every single time someone disrespects your dream by proclaiming that you can't and wouldn't get there... Please thank them... It's a sign... It's a prophecy that you'll achieve something beyond your aspirations If you keep believing in God and pushing hard!

one day you might just turn your back only to realize that you walked away from true wealth whiles you were busy lusting after money... just because you were too desperate and that blurred your vision. Be patient... Patience alleviates regret.

I pray that one day me and my people will Tower above all the insecurities and grief like the Eiffel... that even at sky heights we'd still look up to Pedestrians for Inspiration... and that we'd leave our egos in the ground... Buried in the dirt. That we'll still remember our roots, that we'll still be family, a family tree that wouldn't wilt and shed it's leaves

If the room is too dark, look around; if there is no optimist around, then there's probably a pessimist relaxing on your couch!

Silence is beautiful; like look at how many wars we've saved because we denied our tongues...
Silence, sometimes, is dangerous; how many revolutions has passed us by because we couldn't break our silence .... Actions speak louder than words, silence is an action!!

When we were all young, I never heard anyone say they wanted to grow up and become a critic... It's funny, we grown up now and the whole place is filled with critics

The greatest things in life are the ones that aren't seen, but the ones that are felt, the ones we are blind to... And I ain't talking about reading braille!

Karma

Karma is not a waitress but she will surely serve us all...
There's no menu, everybody gets served according to what he/she deserves!
Either its Nirvana or poetic justice.

Faith And Fear

Faith and grief are two contrasting emotions, such that when one thrives, the other suffers. When one's heart is clothed with too much grief, he becomes a profound pessimist. And whenever there's a pessimist in a room, it shall see no light but darkness. Faith is the light that makes the best optimist, but mind you, sometimes Fear is useful... Fear makes you human... The fear of God fuels Bravery.

Time Machine

Time... Time is a mystery that will forever plague mankind. Sometimes regrets prompts us to visit the past, and curiosity prompts us to go to the future. What If we all had a chance to make this voyage, wouldn't the future and the past be a crowded and busy realm with people trying to change their destinies?and wouldn't the present be a deserted place filled with emptiness and silence?
We don't need time machines, we already have... In our minds; our memories and aspirations.
A man changes his destiny by praying to God.

There are men whom when they spend from their wealth, it decreases and there are men whom when they spend from their wealth, it increases... And i am not talking about financial investment and stocks. The secret is charity, because, the returns will come from God Himself in margins that will exceed your comprehension.

Heart And Vase

I saw the charm
I saw the sparkle
I lost all my senses but sight
She caught my attention, everything else was noise and irrelevance
She was the most beautiful glass vase from the outside
So I poured out my heart to her... till it overflew its brim
She shed blood... my blood
The leaking only showed how severely perforated she was
Like a sieve... It only took time for everything to drain... Nothing remained.
As it dripped gradually and slowly, so did my hope.
There was blood gliding on the floor
Marking the trails of the love that i had poured forth
I fell in love...
I fell in love with this world.
I set my expectations high like a kite
But disappointment rained down on me like cats and dogs
I put my trust in the wrong places... On the wrong bases
Poured it out into perforated vases
I didn't know if i should walk out of the door
Or leave it creaking so I could be convinced to try again
Hope would always speak to me in my times of solitude
But in time, my patience was barely a tea cup full
And God spoke to me in those verses inscribed in the Quran
Always preaching patience and hope
I may lose hope in myself...
... But I will never give up on God.

Who do I Trust?

Trust at most times is a rust...
Who do I Trust? You tell me...
Most of us are flexing the Mona Lisa
A captivating smile is just a reflection
An Inverted image, a true deception
whose true motives and roots can only be routed to the invisible intentions that reside in the heart.
Liars continue to con us with beautiful speech.
It's difficult to tell who is real,
when smiling is the easiest task
And hiding your true intentions doesn't require a mask
Hypocrites...
The better versions of liars
if you don't trip a liar, then you'd probably fall into one
They say appearances are deceptive
Character can sometimes be a camouflage
And like chameleons, they blend into the environment
And hide in plain sight
And at every dinning, there is always a Judas who can't share a pinch of loyalty
They say blood is thicker than water
But sometimes, it's your own true blood who laces the drink.
If l lent you my trust, would you wreck it?
And if i gave you the strings, would you make me your puppet?
Who do I trust?... Tell me!

Dirt And Diamond

Sometimes the friction of life polishes you through hassles.
Till you can shine so bright that your gleam dazzles.
You shed blood, sweat and shed tears for a hundred million hours
And when the time is ripe, you start to blossom and shed flowers
Everybody saw you a dead seed
Now they’re wondering how you rose from the dirt.
Until you take them back to your roots.
Show them how you became a shoot.
How God planted you in a barren earth as a dead seed
And defined your creed
How inspiration was your sunlight
The reign of patience was your rain
How in persistence you found germination
And nourished by determination.
Who ever knew from the concrete a seed would make a breakthrough?
Who ever knew from the worst conditions a beautiful flower would sprout?
Diamonds are buried in the earth.
Pearls, sapphires and rubies all sleep in the dirt of the ocean’s depth.
Beautiful gardens and orchards all rise from dirt.
I guess good things are hard to find.
And great things never come easy.
Is it coincidence that the most enchanting things in life emanate from the worst conditions?
… it is friction that would make a diamond shine.