for the love of art
we will old no grudge
for the charm of her heart
we will quell all vain urge
for the love of art
i have taken a vow
to play my part
in purpose for now
for the love of art
i will dance, i will cry
i will let out in part
my heart till tears dry
for the love of art
i will patiently wait
i will take the fierce dart
of life and cruel fate
Thursday, 20 August 2015
Wednesday, 19 August 2015
Sunday, 16 August 2015
HERE'S AN EXCERPT FROM THE POEM I SUBMITTED IN THE MOBILE BOOKSHELF COMPETITION.
ALONE WITH MY THOUGHTS
From where I stand, the world is colored
Brilliant strokes of genius graces the heavens
And dazzling stars beautifies the skies
From this lonely vantage I hear
sweet melodies
From muses beyond the veils of
certitude
Our life is but a speck of dust
Broadened only by love and faith
And hope is but a fickle friend
Whom our souls granted a human form
Time is but a moment in a second
Where all sums up in one
Each passage a definition of life
Its transient grace an homage to
death...
MORE WILL BE POSTED LATER...
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Saturday, 15 August 2015
Thursday, 13 August 2015
Today's question is simple: what would you do if you won a lottery of ten million naira?
here's a funny imagination of mine.
i actually posted it on the storried monthly competition but will like to share it with you guys
ENJOY...
THE
TEN MILLION DOLLAR DREAM
My feet could not stay still; I leaped so high that I felt
like one of the character in a Chinese movie.
In my mind I could still hear the magical words of Mr Ojo as
he monotonously droned the life changing words.
“Mr Emmanuel you are the winner of the GLO ten million naira
lottery”
I remembered the first thing that crossed my mind was:
“How can he be so calm about ten frigging million, does he say this all
the time?”
As I walked down the stair case, my mind went into overdrive
with tons of things to do with the money.
Of course there are always the constants like making my
family very comfortable. Buying Dad his coveted ford Wagon and opening up a
boutique for mum.
‘That should cost me like three million tops’ I
calculated
And I would invest a million for my only sibling for her
tuition through the university and other necessary funds.
Then the big one: my passion, the big dream that seems slow
only because there hasn’t been finance to grease its heavy wheels.
I have always had this crazy idea of setting up a record
label for teenage and young gospel artist with a flair for new age songs.
Whenever I get the opportunity to watch viral programs like
the voice, American idol, project fame and British got talent, I always think
to myself.
Gospel music could use a touch of that
As I thought about it, the picture became clearer to me,
probably because the means is now available but I could see clearly the roaring
crowd and the new talents unleashing their genius and glorifying God.
I figured out that should cost nothing more than two million
naira with the right planning and sponsorship. After all I am not going to
start gigantic.
Will it be awesome? Yeah, but definitely not gigantic
That leaves me with about four million.
I was so caught up with planning that I lost consciousness of
my environment and didn’t know when I crashed into a young attractive girl
about to climb the stairs.
I spewed out a quick apology but got a look of disdain from
her in return. She must have accessed my dressing and labeled me a broke dude.
Oh yeah! It’s on for them ladies, ama spill a million grand on clothing
and a nice apartment. At least for a start, then ama buy me a nice sporty Camry
XLE to keep the groove going.
OH ITS GONNA BE BALLING…
Then the rest which should be within two million will go into
publishing my book, opening a book club, setting up a membership site, boosting
my blog, taking internet based courses and living the dream.
EVERYTHING SEEMS PERFECT…
Until I heard the sound of the incoming car
By then it was too late.
I was in the middle of the main road.
Quickly
before the impact, I woke up from my dream sweating profusely…
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