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Wednesday, November 24, 2010

FEAR!

The mirage of danger that appears on the road of life, frightening its users,
The voice that makes a mountain of a mole hill, and obstructs the path of pusillanimous fellows,
The hands that grip the feet of the defeated, holding them back from rising,
And the factor that enslaves mediocrities, and up the rungs of greatness stop them from climbing,

The enemy of courage,
An adversary of bravery,
Drenched in invisibility along the journey of the great,
And enclosed in insignificance, in the cause of the purpose-driven,

The ropes that binds the wings of the dreams of the unfulfilled,
Hindering their flight to the skies of accomplishment,
The heat that drains the strength of the once energetic, drowning them in the rivers of stagnation,
Places a magnifying lens over infinitesimal challenges, thus getting cowards infused with apprehension,
Weaknesses nurture and strengths stifle.
The greatest fear being the fear of fear itself!

IF I BE BORN AGAIN...

To what shall I liken this love you have shown me,
It's like the tender loving a mother shows her child,
A love that has made me free,
From pain and heartbreak; a love so strong, but yet mild,
Baby, if I die and be born again, you'll still be my only love,

Loving you is a feeling I wish has no end,
Not even with the end of mortality,
A lover, a soulmate and a friend,
Is who I'll be to you, even for eternity,
So, I just want to take this time and tell you how I truly feel,
Truth is, if I were to be born again, you will remain my soul mate and I mean this for real,

I never knew love could bring fulfillment,
I never thought love could be one's greatest achievement,
Until I met you,
I never knew love had the power to revolutionize,
A life and make each day feel like paradise,
Until I found you,
What more do I need when I've got you,
Honestly honey, if I were to die and be born again, you will remain my heartbeat

GRASS TO GRACE, A NOVEL: CHAPTER NINE (PART ONE)

CHAPTER NINE
THE RECONCILIATION
     Kunle and Bisi became committed to their academic work again, and were thus able to make up for the carry-overs they had in the second semester. So, they moved onto the third semester. However, for Kunle who was studying Medicine, it was not easy at all, as he frequently had to borrow relevant text books from the school's library. At the end of the third semester, the siblings, with diligence and God's favor made the best results in their departments. The British government thus moved them back into their apartments and re-enlisted their names for the regular monthly allowance.
   Mr. Taiwo had not heard from his children for a long time and was getting really perturbed.
        "What could have happened to my children? This is strange and unlike them. Maybe they
         are planning to send me a bigger package this time. I still need to call them though"
As these thoughts ran through Mr. Taiwo's mind, there was a knock on the door.
        "Come in, the door is open" Replied Mr. Taiwo anxiously. It was the postman.
        "Good morning sir. I have a letter for you. Here it is sir. I'll need you to sign here sir" The postman said as he dipped his hand into his mailbag and handed over an envelope to Mr. Taiwo, who then signed on a note pad the postman had asked him to sign on.
      "Thank you very much. God bless you" Mr Taiwo said as he received the envelope from the man.
     "Thank you sir. I'll be on my way now" The postman said before leaving the room. Kunle had written a letter to his father, telling him all that had happened and why there had been an unsual delay in cash transfer. Kunle also advised his father to apologize to his mother and put right that which has gone wrong. Mr. Taiwo felt sorry for his mistakes and was ashamed for failing in his responsibilities as a husband and father, and for causing his children much pain. He was therefore determined to make amends.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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GRASS TO GRACE, A NOVEL: CHAPTER EIGHT (PART TWO)

CHAPTER EIGHT (PART TWO)
A NEW DAWN
...The service commenced by 9: 30 am, after all religious rites have been observed. It was now time for the sermon and Rev. Fr. Geoffrey Lambert mounted the pulpit, a five meter structure made purely from Elizabethan gold. He was a tall, light-skinned, white-bearded man in his late fifties, and the sole-spiritual head of the church. That Sunday, he rendered an elongated message which put all the little children to sleep. But he vibrantly preached on the message, "what matters most". In course of the message, he made the congregation realize that it is of great waste to acquire all of life's abundance and loose one's soul in hell. In fact for Bisi and Kunle, it was as if they had been reported to the Rev. as it appeared he was talking directly to them. The words of the Rev. really impacted the lives of the siblings that they decided to begin serving from God from that day. They sorrowfully and humbly walked out during the altar call and gave their lives to Christ. To Abayomi, it was a dream come through as he had longed to see his friends make peace with God. Bisi and Kunle were very happy in their new found faith in God. It was to them a new dawn in life.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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THINK TWICE! II

For that child you abandoned today, may be the key to your prosperity tomorrow,
That strange woman from whose sexual treasure you tapped, might be the beginning of your pains as you lie on the sick bed inflicted with syphilis,
And that beggar you ignored, and orphan despised,
Might be the millionaire to whom you'll run years from now,

That wife out of whose life you stepped, might be the only wife with whom you had a peaceful night's sleep,
That maiden you abused yesterday, might be your daughter for whom you've long searched,
That subordinate you mistreated might be your employer tomorrow,
That company from whom you stole might be the last you work in,
And the nation's wealth you lavished, might lead to your utter disgrace and impoverishment,
Ergo, fellows, always think twice!

THINK TWICE!

Before you step out of that poor child's life, abandoning it with its mother,
Before you lay a finger on that helpless spouse of yours,
And before you take advantage of your wife's fidelity and trust,
And in between the thighs of a strange woman go,
Think twice!

Before you ignore that poor beggar and with indifference desert that destitute orphan,
Before you step out of that loving wife's life for the sake of last night's dispute,
And before you take advantage of that maiden's feminine weakness, desecrate her and rip her of her virginity,
Think twice!

Before you steal from the company's treasury,
Deal mercilessly with that subordinate of yours,
Before you enrich yourself with the nation's wealth, while its citizens suffer in penury,
Think Twice!

I'LL BE WAITING...

Sweetie, the days feel lonelier without you,
And the nights feel colder without you,
I long for the kiss of my lover,
I ache for your touch, so tender,
Darling, last night, I wished you were here, to tuck me in, when I felt dizzy,
And at dawn, I wished you were here, to kiss me into consciousness, as I felt sleepy,
But to compromise and invite another, I would never,
To compromise and love another, I would not, no, not ever,
So baby, you can be rest assured of this one thing:
That at the end of your journey, I'll be right here waiting for you,

How can I ever love another,
When I have you,
Let the sun collapse from high,
Let the moon fall from the sky,
Let the rivers overflow their banks,
And let the seas overflow their brinks,
Let the world come crumbling down,
And the heavens come tumbling down,
My love for you will never be shaken,
My feelings for you will never be broken,
For not even death is a parting for us,
So through the lonely nights,
And my painful plights,
When there is no one to comfort,
And it really hurts,
I would take refuge in the image of your presence,
And leave ablaze the fires of my love for you,
While I wait patiently for your imminent return, and our imminent reunion,
I'll be waiting!

I'LL BE WAITING...

Though we be miles apart,
This one thing I know: you'll always be in my heart,
For my love for you runs deeper than the Pacific,
It lies deeper than the Grand Canyon, to be more specific,
Baby, between the two of us lies no distance,
'Cos in you lies the true essence of my existence,
So no matter how long it takes,
You can be sure of this one thing:
That when you return, I'll be right here waiting for you,

I still remember the day you left,
I couldn't let you go, so unto your right arm, I cleft,
Unwilling to let go,
From my eyes, came tears in a flow,
You told me you had to leave, for a brighter future,
I had to believe you, 'cos in my mind's eye, I could still see our picture,
Together, as a couple, destined for each other,
I had to let you go, 'cos I was certain our love was meant forever,
So, take your time honey, as you go after your dreams,
For when you return, I'll be right here waiting for you...

GRASS TO GRACE, A NOVEL-CHAPTER EIGHT (PART ONE)

CHAPTER EIGHT (PART ONE)
A NEW DAWN
   St. Gabriel's Catholic church was celebrating her 50th anniversary, and being a member, Abayomi thought it wise to invite his friends.
      "How are you today Kunle?" Abayomi asked.
      "Good. How about you?" he replied cheerfully.
      "I'm very well thank you. See, tomorrow is Sunday and I would really like you to accompany me to church. The 50th anniversary of the church is tomorrow".
      "No problem. We'll all go together, including Bisi. But that will be after my laundry."
     "Oh come on Kunle, you have all the time in the world to yourself to do that. Why not spend some quality time in God's presence. I mean that is even more rewarding than doing laundry, you know" Abayomi persuaded Kunle.
    "Okay. You win. Laundry cancelled. I'll be there" Kunle replied smiling.
    "I would really appreciate that Kunle" Abayomi said as they both went in doors.
  The next morning, the three friends woke up early and prepared for church. At about 8 '0' clock, they were already on their way to St. Gabriel's Catholic Church. The famous St. Gabriel Catholic church, located along Downing street was one of Britain's colossal and long standing buildings. It was built in the Elizabethan age with British architectural designs, and occupied a land mass of 20 acres. It's interior was decorated with the most expensive ornaments and precious gems of the time. The altar was arrayed in costly fabrics of bright colors, and crafted with precious stones. It was indeed a site to behold.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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