My Country

We chose to make our world by our words,  shielding our sword so that we'd not live in war.

 For we can no longer withstand the stream of blood of our fellow compatriot flowing ceaselessly and running deep into the ground.

The luciferic descendants have tormented us enough!  Discoloring the finely array atmosphere with dark smokes of explosion.  But we remain strong with unflinching hope.

We ought to have break apart but our differences thickened the possibilities of our breaking forth.

It is independence,

Not because we do not see the sores on the shore of this nation but with sound foresight we resort not to hopelessness because  there will be a great result.

With all the flaws,  we'd hold the force so that the flood will not flush the floor underneath our foots.

The cascading effect is not enough to cause a change in the course of our drives.

Against all the friction of physics, we'd motion and ultimately rise to the occasion.
Many sledge to break our bridge but God remain our Ridge.

With the undeniable stupefying retrogressions, the crawling giant will leap forward.

We are Nigerians
And we are rare among the comity of nations because we are specially reared.

Though we travail like one in Labour pain
But we will prevail,  having our gain
Because the sun shall shine again
And when she become to reign
We'd be able to say our labor is not in vain


We'd triumph not minding the storm.
Our boat will not hit an iceberg
Because the master of the universe is the one paddling us.
Therefore,  we are bold and can boast,
That we'd not fold up no matter the resounding sounds of our foes.

Impact making is all I stand for!
This is all it takes to be a Nigerian.
And will ever be proud to be one.

@isaacsogo

STILL ON JENIFFER'S DIARY

My friend, so with all your ungrammatical and highly distorted use of lexis and structure, you've finally decided to  settle with the Jeniffer Diary of a thing?

What did you talking me about?

But this is not helping you. You've just committed another blunder! This is what I am saying; 'with all your bad bad oyinbos why have you decided to make it worst? (You should understand that at least.)

Ooohhhh.... The movie is just sweet and funny friend.

Sweet? Anyway, you should know that I am not a lover of movie as such. The few ones I lay my hands on to watch is because they are highly educative. And you would have seen me watching discoveries especially on the TEDtalk. It was through my careful observation everyday that I was poised to ask why the atmosphere is being filled with blunders. What brought me closer to the reality of what is totally wrong was when I heard people greeting themselves in a particular dilapidated English manner. That was when I knew where the whole trouble emanated.

The simple challenge is that almost everybody in the campus especially our ladies are now suffering from this same syndrome

You 'mention TEDtalk then...' but Have not heard about TEDtalk before.

Sorry. Well, I think it is advisable you go get A-one in English (or simple approach to English Language) in order to fortify your spoken English because you can't continue like this. You only have to learn in order to get better or worst. Why not take time to learn vigorously so as to jive in the ocean of metaphor? Why not settle down to know the anatomy of the lexis and structure that are the building blocks of English language? If you won't mind, get materials that can help furnish and garnish your spoken English and stop speaking bullets that can  make the fowls and the goats around to meet their grave untimely (don't you know you are about spoiling the much awaited christmas when you kill all of them out of your I-don't-care disposition to what you speak?)

Bullet? When did speaking bad English become a bullet?

That is however a bitter pile you may not want to swallow. Thank God you have not even killed me with your bullets

It's interesting speaking with you about this bad bad english of a thing ooooo. But wait, can I siad (point of correction, not said but say. Thanks Mr. Oyinbo) that you are forming ota  (enemy) for Jeniffer diary.

Far be it from me. I'm only trying to correct what some of you think is wow when it is a woe (as suggested by one of my brothers.)  You can't survive in this manner especially in this 21st century. What if you are a teacher? Is this the same way you will be teaching your students and expect them to have A1 in English? (shake his head to mean NO) I can bet you from now till eternity that they will not only have F9, if there is F100 they will live to enjoy it (is that a curse? No) only the wise ones among those students would  know that such teachings are preparatory grounds for an excellent poor performance.
Or how will you wake up as a parent and greet your children in this same silly manner; 'How is you?' when you ought to say, -How are you?' All of these look so simple but they are important and very germane when it comes to exercising the act of effective communication. I'm double sure no company will consider such an individual with watery grammar.
To think I am against the movie may be a wrong judgement. I'm only trying to emphasize the influence it may have/ is having on some of these young chaps and even the so-called grown ups.

Hmmmmmmmm... But it make people lively?

That is one of the key elements of the work of art. Am not disputing it friend. But how do you reconcile making people lively and ultimately distort their speaking morphology? Common, to entertain people does not require all the stress. Even with sound grammatical constructions and well articulated language control you can do that. Get some TEDtalks movies and you will understand better. The world of art is influencial and that is why caution must be thrown into the air.

Are you sure of all of 'this'

Not this but 'these'
If only we can get a book shop right away I'll not mind getting you some of the books I menioned earlier because it is a life investement to know what is right and wrong.

I wish you well. Don't spend your time accumulating what will not add up to your CV or progress in life.

Thanks Ore. Must get to the school Bookshop to get myself materials that will 'fortify' my English as you have said.

God bless your heart friend for giving attention to this.

@isaacsogo

A CHILD OF ADVERSITY

He dashed into the room, looking worn out and tired of the stress of the whole day,  having left home since morning with empty stomach. He threw his shirt to the floor, his trouser to the corner of the bed and his two sandals were flung to different angles. He had even forgotten to say his prayer of thanksgiving for safety since morning because the hunger had wired him up that he could not even remember that there exist a God somewhere.

Looking hopeless and disturbed. He said to himself, this is the last cup of gaari, let me drink and die (he had said this before remembering that he was quoting that widow of Zeraphath). He quickly changed it to, "eat and sleep." Well, school life sometimes is not about how good the food is but how filled your stomach is. Femi soaked the gaari for some minutes, allowing it to swell up very well so that his belly would feelled the gravity of the gaari. No sugar, no groundnut. All went like that into his stomach. He stretched his arms as his belly now protrude outside like a pregnant woman. Life must continue, whether sweet or sour. There will always be light after a dark tunnel, he muttered. That reminds him of the verse of the scripture he read earlier in the day that says, "for the present suffering is nothing to be compared with the glory to be revealed in us" This strengthen his inner man. Again, the word of his pastor dissolved in his heart by saying, "though sorrow may last for a night but joy comes in the morning" These powerful words diffused away the horrors and rigors of life that he was faced with. Something rang in his brain, 'your assignment!' as he made it to the bed and greet the night good bye. Picking up his pen, he lights up the candle and encouraged his tired fingers to hold up the withering tendrils of his pen. As he writes, his head was dancing up and down like a pendulum Bob. His eyes closing up and even his hand writing now going off the line. He managed to finish the assignment and then lay his small head on the pillow.

He didn't even bother to ask after his naughty room mate. He guessed he might have stayed over in school due to the nature of his department work. Snoring heavily, he slept off. Little did he knew that another day was here. It was the sound of the cock that crewed that made him jump off from his bed. Rushed to the bathroom, dressed up, had his study and prayers for the morning. He was out again for the day.

As he approached the school gate, Jide shouted, "and the Femo!" He smiled, how was your night Jide? It was great. And yours? Short but wonderful!
Common, Femi, I am poised to ask you few questions. You can, Femi said.
You are always smiling and live more happily everyday?

Femi took a deep breathe and said, My friend, I have learnt  many lessons out of life. I was born into the school of adversity and over times have decides to advanced in this school. Not because it was easy for me but I have to take the bull by the horn. I have to face life headlong and unequivocally. Being positive about all situations of life. I don't lived to know my Mum and my Dad passed on while I was about writing my common entrance examinations. My family members however rallied round after much family meetings to come to my aid because they forsee a bright future and considering the generosity of my Father before he died. The road not that smooth but by staying positive I know things would turned around.

More so, problems don't get solved by being pessimistic but being optimistic by smiling to dust away the sorrow that travels in the air.
Jide could not believed his ear. He didn't know when he broke down in tears. Femi asked him why all the cry? And he said, even though my condition is okay, I was born into a wealthy family with well to do parents but I am never satisfied with all their provisions. Always want everything at every time. I never knew these are hardships you were passing through, yet you keep moving notwithstanding. Your life is a lesson to me Femi!

Having considered this, jide  promised to give part of his pocket money to financed Femi in his pursuit. He couldn't believed this as he gratefully thanked him for his support.
This story of Femi's life changed the perspective of Jide then he knew there are many people at the other part of the world. Femi had not tell anybody about this save jide  out of his inquisitiveness.
Despite the adversities, he learnt to advance and weather the storm. That Child of adversity has now become a global figure after many taste of life challenges.
Friends, it will soon heal up once you stayed focused and committed regardless of the present adverse conditions you are in. Greet each day with hope! Your dispositions to life matters!

@isaacsogo