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THE LOST HERITAGE Passed down from our fathers , chains and chains of years age. Kept with the uttermost of care, secured with lives of men who fought a thousand and one battle to keep it strong ,longing and hoping to pass it on .From generations to generations they kept it on ;FOREFATHER to GRANDFATHER; GRANDFARTHERS to FATHERS; FATHERS to CHILDREN ,on and on they kept the flow. A Substance, What substance? A Vision, What vision? A Treasure, What treasure? Issues we will trash as we go on. The present did not birth the past , the past birth the present, leaving the Faith of the birth of the Future in the ands of the present .We all live in a world passed down, the original substance getting changed with every line of the chain .It is a clear fact I need not emphasise, we own the coming world a pass down of what we’ve GOT .Crude or Refined we can’t but pass it on because today we live, and tomorrow we cease to exist again. The Faith of a generation lies now in the hands of a ch

Like airplanes,birds rely on lift-an upward force that counters gravity in order to fly.Birds generate lift by pushing down on the air with their wings.This action causes the air,in return to push the wings up. Hmmmn!...Here lies the biggest secret of flying,and it remains the most important secret of the birds."THEY USE THEIR RESISTANCE TO GARNER MOMENTUM,STRENGHT & PUSH to get to where they would.Something i've always loved to learn & do is climbing my stumbling blocks as though they were stepping stones.Never give up on your resistance,instead,push it down,look it in the face and confront it until you finally beat it down.Hence,ensuring you a flight over it. NB: The way you treat your resistance determines whether you remain resisted or not. Akogun Olalekan(c)2010.

MY CHIOCE DEATH (Sallah Special) Seated with my legs crossed, eyes straight, mouth ruffled upwards, scratching my cheek to my under jaw, swinging from side to side, I was awaited Usman who promised to bring my share of sallah meat. If the next minute passed without him showing up, it will be exactly an hour since I’ve been waiting for him to arrive. With my eyes so tinted, nose blown out, knuckles cracking under the pressure of their neighbouring fingers, I awaited Usman like a man whose entitlements after retirement was being denied him. In the midst of my wait, I looked away and saw this view, a young man pulling a stubborn ram across the road. Quickly my thoughts ran like a flash, and the question popped into my subconscious; WHAT GOOD DOES SALAH DO THE RAMS? I beheld the young man pull the ram like “Come here, you are beginning to waste my time” and I also saw the recusant ram draw back like “What good will you be doing me where you are taking me to?” T he tussle got so bad, th

LONELY ME Standing here and on my own, right about now there’s no too much for me to show I got friends when I was down below, but am up here right now and am so alone Like a pyramid events seems right now, the fatter it is below, and the thinner it gets above The fact is, not many get up there, but I have found myself there and now I’m living like “upstairs”. Its true you see so clear views, everyone’s around you, but then the pain is here; there’s hardly one next to you. Now you must live like ion oblivion, please take it that way, because for now its your new religion. Its lonely up here I declare! Little wonder you see me sigh and every time I talk to the birds. Life has changed, am not finding it game, and this fame, beyond my thought is making all things lame. But looking well, who am I to blame, the people down the lane or myself up the plain? Life was fun sitting where all was loud, now am like oh my God! How much I miss the crowd. Without feign I’ll take my pain wi

LET THERE BE MINE!!! I've seen days, but now i want to see "the day", I've clapped hands so many times, but now i want to clap "my hands", Eaten food countless times, but now i want to eat "the food", I've seen my phone vibrate and ring, but now i want to see it vibrate and ring "the ring", Met already so many men, but now i want to meet "the man", I've roamed about the lane tirelessly, but now i want to face "the house", Its been eternity in the library, but now i want to read "the book", The speakers have hummed and boomed in my ears, but now i want to hear "the song", My lips have ran, speaking and teaching a lot of messages, but now i want to be "the message", Good music I've sang using a number of keys, but now its i myself who wants to be "the key", Stories I've told, and infact many yet untold, but now its me who wants to be "the next great

They call it a TRANSISTOR RADIO, but i choose to call it my SOUND SYSTEM... They call it a PHONE, but i call mine a TELECOM GADGET... They call it OUT OF FASHION, but i call it ARTIFACT... They call it a WASTE OF TIME, but i call it A SPEND OF TIME... They call it FAILURE, but i cal it LEARNING... They call it an UNDERSIZE, but i call mine FITTED... They say its PRIDE, but i call it SELF ESTEEM... They call it FOOLISHNESS, but i call a show of wisdom... They call it MEDIOCRITY, but i call THE MAKING OF A SUCCESS... Call it ACIDIFICATION OF BASE, and i'll call it a NEUTRALIZATION REACTION. .........Mon Ami, it isn't what they call it that matters, IT IS WHAT YOU CALL IT THAT COUNTS.

They call it a TRANSISTOR RADIO, but i choose to call it my SOUND SYSTEM... They call it a PHONE, but i call mine a TELECOM GADGET... They call it OUT OF FASHION, but i call it ARTIFACT... They call it a WASTE OF TIME, but i call it A SPEND OF TIME... They call it FAILURE, but i cal it LEARNING... They call it an UNDERSIZE, but i call mine FITTED... They say its PRIDE, but i call it SELF ESTEEM... They call it FOOLISHNESS, but i call a show of wisdom... They call it MEDIOCRITY, but i call THE MAKING OF A SUCCESS... Call it ACIDIFICATION OF BASE, and i'll call it a NEUTRALIZATION REACTION. .........Mon Ami, it isn't what they call it that matters, IT IS WHAT YOU CALL IT THAT COUNTS.