Why writers need to go online

With the viral increase in the influence of the internet, it is almost a no brained for any creative brand not to be well positioned there.

Writing is no exception. As a matter of fact, the business of writing has gotten to a level where one needs a working knowledge of the internet to thrive.

If you doubt me, check out Dan Brown's Facebook page.

The question to consider though is why?
Why is it so important for writers to craft themselves with the internet as a template.

I will answer this question with a few points:

• Most of your consumers as a writer are active on the internet. Heck people hardly read hard covers these days except old fashioned book lovers like me. 😕
• Businesses online are now seeking writers more than ever. So if you are into professional writing, you might want to consider this.
• The internet has made it easy for writers to self publish their books, market them and make profit without going through the rigours of traditional publishing.
• With the internet, you can create a stream of income that will outlive you.

These and many more are some of the iimportance of leveraging on the internet as a writer. 

In my next post, I will expand more on how writers can generate income using their skills. 

The importance of the online world in literature and music

For the next few weeks, i am going to be enlightening you guys on the importance of the online marketplace in music and literature.

Opportunity for instrumentalists

YOU CAN BE A CELEBRITY AS AN INSTRUMENTALIST


Sounds strange and implausible right?
It is no news that instrumentalists are one of the most underappreciated folks in the commercial music industry.
LET US CONSIDER THESE THINGS:
• As a serious instrumentalist, you spend sleepless nights rehearsing with the lead vocalist of a band and even doing more after he or she has gone to bed.
• You spend a fortune online and offline getting access to some of the best materials money can buy
• You invest In getting a very expensive brand of your personal instrument.
ALL THESE FOR WHAT PURPOSE:
• To be treated like a dispensable piece of meat by the lead singer and the band leader
• To be paid way less than the singer who did less work than you
• To be rejected the attention you deserve while you watch the singers hog all the fame
SOUNDS FAMILIAR RIGHT?
Yeah, we all went through that phase as matters of fact, some of us are still going through that phase..
HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED WHY THIS IS THE POPULAR SCENARIO TODAY?
THE ANSWER IS SIMPLE: SYSTEM…
If you are wondering what this means, check in tomorrow as I unravel a secret that can turn you from just being an ordinary instrumentalist into a mega superstar.
(P.S: I will be announcing an opportunity for instrumentalist to win cash prize. You do not want to miss that)

Yours in the chords and scales
DAP…

THIS SYSTEM CAN MAKE YOU A CELEBRITY AS AN INSTRUMENTALIST.
 One of the most powerful secrets behind big and successful brands that made it from nothing to something is: SYSTEM.
When I say system, I mean: a defined mode of operation that is guided by some infallible laws.
Let us take football for example: Long before the Era of leagues and real competitive football, football was considered an idle sport and just another form of recreation.
But as it grew in popularity and started gaining a cult following, some smart, business minded and trend conscious people saw an opportunity to create an empire that will outlive many. Now what was once a tension relieving sport has metamorphosed into a multi-billion dollar giant brand that is changing the lives of millions of people and decreasing unemployment by turning young people who would have been street urchins and societal menace into national heroes
 The multibillion dollar question in your minds now is: HOW CAN THIS BE RELATED TO MY CAREER AS AN INSTRUMENTALIST?
Te answer is simple: CHANGE THE SYSTEM.
I am talking about the system that puts instrumentalist at the bottom of the food chain, the system that has left many talented young individuals in the street struggling to survive while their talents withers before their eyes.
THAT IS THE SYSTEM!!!
But how can I change the system? You might ask.
Well, you know how singers succeeded in changing theirs: they decided to stop being taken for granted, they rebranded themselves, they created an industry and made laws, they brought their product to the world in a fancy package and the world rushed to their bait.
Today, being a singer just like being a footballer is the new cool because a few people decided to do the right thing.
IT IS TIME FOR INSTRUMENTALISTS TO DO THE SAME AND IT STARTS WITH YOU…
In case you are challenged but not sure what your first step should be, don’t worry I got you.
 Stop rehearsing just to play in a church or in a show and take a step towards showing the world your music.
JOIN THE COLOSSEUM COVER CONTEST!!!
Do an instrumental cover of a popular song and send to daallosianpoet@gmail.com
Send your name, instrument and a short 50 word bio
Voting will be done on our face book page and YouTube channel.
There will be a cash prize of 20,000 naira for the best cover.
For more inquires, call: 08133270255
If you need a good studio where your cover can be recorded and mixed at a cheap rate, call: 08133270255 (I know the perfect guy for the job).
Deadline for submission is October 31st
Winner will be announced on the 30th of November.
(Take the bold step and rebrand yourself)

The Colosseum

Just me and my friends having some fun.
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The Colosseum

Day 5 of the longest poem in the worl

I could talk of her all day

Her charm, her cruelty

Or I could tell my sad tale

A victim of both faces

Her smile and her scowl

Oh how pretty and dreary!

The horror! The awe!

I woke up to her crave

My lips parched and heart crass

I reached for her endless arms

Locked in that small space

And there she was,

A smirk and a smile

She was monalisa and Cleopatra 

In one cruel unforgotten moment

She was everywhere

Her voice rising

Her laughter haunting

My solace soaked in her prowess 

Ruthless and unrelenting 

She crawled the entirety of my Zen

Her fingers tickling my comfort

She laughed on and on

A wicked villain sound

But my body still craved her

Even as my soul loathed her

I reached for her with my fingers

Cursing her feel on my feet

The unease and the comfort she brought

For like the flames of fire,

She is a loyal friend 

But a wicked foe. 

The Colosseum

Yeah I know what you are thinking 
What is the Colosseum all about?
That's right, Y'all need to know...
 But I ain't telling, at least not yet.
All I got is this: If you are an instrumentalist, then in a few weeks your life can be transformed for good
 It all goes down at the Colosseum.
 Blood, sweat, sand, victory, defeat and excitement.
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Birthday blues

Once in the earth's revolution It becomes imperative To remember that first war Raged in the navel of the soul A travail of faith and destiny

Day 4 of the longest poem in the world

A MAN IN HIS PLIGHT

Dear diary,
Once again the tide of life
Has left me befuddled
I am beyond comprehension
On what really matters
There I was,
Lounged in the comfort
The comfort of an after day
Bemoaning life’s cruel hand
 The ache in my back
The after taste of a weary man
When I see him there:
He leans on to his life by the metal
His hand hanging free on pennies
And when the pennies were gone
He held on briskly to his life
Fist clenched on unfriendly metal
Each day passes and he does same
Day in, day out
Nightly when hopes are drowned
And here I sit,
Favored son of time
Worried about when the cock crows
Oh! How cruel and capitalist
I must realize then
That life gives to us
What we deserve
And only appeal the maker
That my tends goes not unrewarded

The perfect time to break forth in your passion

Have you ever heard this phrase:  my time will come.

Definitely right?

We hear it every day: by our parents, friends, pastors, competitors  and people around us.

The point is, everyone believes in a fabled time when every thing will fall in place.

No one believes in this more than the artiste and in this case I am referring to writers and musicians.

But when is that time?

Is it a moment crafted in God's divine clock for all?

Or a perfect juxtaposition of time and place?

Everyone has an opinion on this fabled moment of discovery and recovery but none seems to take into consideration: the action of the seeker.

The truth is: I have come to discover is that: the perfect time in the life of an artist to springforth, is when he realises that he doesn't need the opinion of others to believe in himself. All he needs, is a sense of true passion and love for his craft and success becomes inevitable.

So whether you are a poet or a singer, a writer or a dancer, remember this: you only become an assured success when you learn to believe in yourself first before others.

Remember this as you sail in life's ocean and success will be inevitable.

Always a pleasure.

DAP...

Day 3 of longest poem in the world

 LOVE WARFARE
Sometimes My mind Wonders
Perched With Aves In Starless Skies
The fickleness of Man’s Mind
Today Here Morrow There
Does Love Die
If So Who pulls the Trigger
Or Thrust The Blade
Or Loses The Bow
Or Smashes The Axe
I Have Seen her Flames Quenched
By Cold And Icy Disdain
Or Flames of Burning Hate
The Face You once Held
Delicately like An Easter Egg
Now a Nauseating reflection
Of the Road not Taken
Screams Of Passion I hear
From Barely Closed Walls
And I wonder As The Rage Augments
If there Was Never A  moment
When In Each Others Arms you Felt Safe
Or If Those toddling feet
Whose Cries And Pleas I hear
Never caused A broad Smile
Does Love Die I ask
If So It Hardly Seems Fair
To Build A home On That
And Destroy generations
In Its Demise
For Those Precious souls
Whose Heart You Built Cold
From endless warfare Of Hate
Are The Foundation On Which
A Nation Will Be Built
Does Love Die
If So It Hardly Seems Fair

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Day 3 of the longest poem in the world

 Beyond the skies

I Have Often  wondered
What Lays Beyond The Skies
Golden Flakes or Brown Dust
Endless Joy Or Vacuous Void
Who Patterns The Dance Of Stars?
Or whispers To The Moon Go Forth
Who Dresses The Sky At twilight?
And Strips Her At Dawn
What Symmetry Fashioned The Heavens
Whose Thought forayed The Galaxies
Where Her Soulful Rhythm Comes From
Or Whose feet Spread out her Waters
Maybe I am A poet First And Human Next
Or By A Muse I was Conceived
For My Thoughts Like Wildfire
Licks Through The essence of My Being
Or Perchance There Might Be
In This primal Quest
An Answer To Man’s Relentless Chase
From Nimrod To The Wrights
To Soar Beyond The Heavens
But Distance On Distance
The Quest Piles
Each Success A new Mystery
So I am left Here Still
Wondering, asking And Pondering
What Lays Beyond The Skies

best jazz song of the moment. enjoy

DAY TWO OF THE LONGEST POEM IN THE WORLD

MY DREAM

In my dream, I was in a void

A deep yearning void

My arms weak and limp

My eyes pale and veiled

I felt the air within my lungs

And it longed for freedom

I could feel a cold arm

I could smell a musk breath

It smelt of stale liquor

The type a deadly pirate would-

Drown in rage and haste

Before placing a knife in another’s heart

I opened my lips to utter a cry

But fear choked my gasp back

The veil loomed on

My throat felt parched

Words escaped inaudible like dust

My faith felt suffocated

Under the gin soaked breath

Say something I dare you

Reveal yourself monster

The mystery was oppressive

The smell, the silence

This was horror like never before

Could this be my last breath?

Is this the fabled end?

Then with my last ounce of fortitude,

I burst open my heavy lids

And faced an empty ceiling

A mockery to my despair

A sound so horrible

It bothered my soul

For my fear had been that monster

Created to quell my humanity

And box what I ought

And my eyelids the veil

Closed like death’s garb

Seeking validity in terror

Lounging in the comfort of the lull

DAH- The home of music and literature: THE LONGEST POEM IN THE WORLD

DAH- The home of music and literature: THE LONGEST POEM IN THE WORLD: Mark it in your calendar because today, you are part of making history. This is the first post of what will be the longest poem in the wo...

THE LONGEST POEM IN THE WORLD

Mark it in your calendar because today, you are part of making history.

This is the first post of what will be the longest poem in the world.

Remember this day when i receive the Guinness world record and even better be a part of the sequence that will lead to its achievement.

Remember when i said i was going to create a nerd's diary?

well here it is and even better, it is cloaked in the beautiful facade of a poem

ENJOY!

Diary of a Nigerian nerd

So much thoughts,

Nerds and glasses,

Geeks and their awful toys,

Ponders and wonders,

Overthinking it,

Superheroes and their weird powers,

Are these the theme?

One might be tempted to ask

Yes I do overthink things

And sometimes under think things

Sometimes I am the thought

Other times there are no thoughts

Then I am between thoughts

Or beside them, or under, or…

You see!

I am doing it again

But let me for a moment

Stop and stare at the roses

In my fate, I will poke nose

And tell my story

Of a genius self-claimed

A journey of thoughts

An experience riddled and punctuated

With life and her throes

Some pleasant, other surreal

Which is more I dare not speak

For faith, for truth

But each day suffix to tell a tale

Teach her lesson

And offer a hole into the dark cauldron

The tunnel of mysteries

That few dare to peek

And fewer get a glimpse

So gather around little ones

Children of the sun

Whose eyes are blinded in lust?

And peek with me into incertitude

That together we might find:

The lost elixir…

The unopened parchment…

The untold tale…

Of who we are and

Why life has kept us thus:

A windblown chaff?

A stunted old tree?

Or a shivering pine.

 FIRST THOUGHTS

Sometimes I like to stare

At stars, trees and waters

Oft I see nothing there

But nature in her pattern

Still I stay and stare

I pray, I yearn

To see, to hear

 A soothing voice like:

The crash of waters

The swirl of breeze

Who am I? I ask

This careful lump of clay

Whose thoughts are as diamonds?

I like to see of myself

A silver lined cloud

In a world riddled with murk

A jaunty gay rhythm

In a room plagued of requiems

A daring carefree lark

Singing in the midst of owls

But then time clicks and

And flicks her wand

And I am back again amongst thorns

Crushed by the weight of necessity

Drowned in routine and needs

Will I ever scale that hurdle?

The dark cloud that doth limit man

Only in death raised

Seconds before being shut

Forever in nirvana or hades

Where the story remains

Never told to clueless lifers

Whose days continues in oblivion

Thoughts twining thoughts

Till confusion births exasperation

And hope is shut in despair

Till fate becomes the enemy

And life loses her charm

Till the branch of a tree becomes home

Hanging another life

Another befuddled victim

In this race against time

This joke that never elicits laughter

They never told us at birth

When we cried and asked

Why we were called

From the lull of nothingness

Into this hub of rage

And then I fall into a deep sleep

And in my sleep, a deep dream

And in my dream, a deep ditch

And in that ditch, a mean witch

And in that witch, a cruel wish

And in that wish, death is deemed

As to deem and thread the seam

That I might never see

The things that I wish.

 Who am i?

What is that dream?

SPECIAL TREATS FOR YEAR 2017 FROM DAH MEDIA

Funny story.

So I just burnt down the house.

I was recently preparing a meal and got caught up with watching THE BIG BANG THEORY…

Unfortunately, I got too caught up and by the time my hunger pangs reminded me of what I had left on the gas cooker, what I saw is better called a burnt offering than a meal.

Okay, no problem, no biggie, I thought as I switched off the gas and proceeded to soak the sacred ritual with water.

Sulking at what seems to be my trademark for ignoring food in the fire, I returned back to my movie in the vain hope that all is fine.

I WAS DAMNED WRONG!

Few minutes later, I got the most house calls than I have ever had since I moved into the apartment.

One of them was the landlord.

I felt so embarrassed. The whole neighborhood must be talking about me I thought.

I have not lived in a house with so much neighbors in a long time and the idea of everyone talking about the careless new guy freaked me out.

PLUS MY FAVORITE POT WAS RUINED!

Then it occurred to me all of a sudden that I could order these things online.

I was skeptical at first, but after going online here: CHEAP ITEMS ONLINE, I was blown off my mind.

Well disaster solved. Time to move on to better things.

I have always thought of doing something special for you guys this 2017 and so here is the list of things I have planned for you guys.

1.    LONGEST POEM IN THE WORLD

2.    WEEKLY MUSIC TRENDS

3.    WRITING TIPS AND TRENDS

4.    FUN WITH THE STARS

5.    WHAT IS WHAT IN SOLUTIONS

NEW YEAR MESSAGE FROM MUSIC AND LITERARY CELEBRITIES IN NIGERIA

Happy New Year!

2016 was a splendid ride and had its memories.

But now all that is passed and we are now in a new dimension, a new beginning and a redefinition.

No doubt most of you have made up your New Year resolutions and plans. (If you haven’t, I advise you do that)

It is a good feeling to know that you are in charge of the boat as it row through the tidal waters of this New Year.

So well, this is from the most celebrated people in Nigeria: You reading this…

Happy New Year!

By the way, as a special treat from celebrities around Nigeria, I have been able to preserve for you guys some special treats that will spice up your new year and give you a head start

Visit this and enjoy your new year: NEW YEAR BONUSES