My Silent Cry

Redrawn by Rekia

In a place I shouldn’t be,
How did I get here? What happened to me?
Once upon a time, I used to go on my knees,
Dot my I’s and cross my T’s

I didn’t only look back, to Sodom I went,
The familiar felt safer, the past I held on to,
My knees clean, my hands dirty,
A furnished wardrobe filled with dirty apparel.

In pursuit of happiness,
In this wilderness,
It’s all but fleeting happiness,
Let me sleep… allow me to be.

Priorities have taken a walk,
What I look on the outside matters more that what’s on the inside,
I spend on what I ought not rather than invest in what I should,
My mind in pandemonium, deep has become shallow.

Wake me not, the dawn, let it tarry,
This weight I can no longer carry,
Like the one in Notre Dame, I have a hunch back,
When the light is off, and it’s all dark…

I stop to think, ponder, wonder… how do I fix this? Get it right?

You see, at this point, I don’t know what to do,
I’m not ending this post with a “I choose to do this or that”
‘Cause frankly, this time, I don’t know what to think, talk more of do.
Along the line, in this maze, I got lost.

This is my scream for help… for now, my mask I put back on

But there you have it, my silent cry.

What C.U Has Taught Me..

Hello Beautiful people.

So, my brain has been on some sort of Hiatus for quite a while… every time I put my pen to paper or try to type something, it’s all banality. I’ve missed a lot of opportunities to write articles in some school magazines because of this. So I thought to try something to wake up my dear brain up…

And this is where you come in handy, where, you help poor ol’ me.

It’s a challenge… You give me any title to write on, no matter how random, I have to write on it.

I’ve gotten a couple already…

Yesterday, @sisi_Ope challenged me to write on “What CU (Covenant University) has taught me”.  You see I don’t exactly like to write about my school.. but since I’ve been challenged.. O well

I put the question(What has CU taught you?) out there to my awesome followers on twitter.. (That reminds me, Follow me ^_^ –> @ObaFuntAy) I got some remarkable replies as you’ll see below.

PROLOGUE

How it all started…

So I put the question out:

so apparently, our parents haven’t wasted money, I mean see, we’ve been learning a lot from school…

and some people had just learned too much to say….

others still had these to say….

…and for those that go home every weekend, here is what they learnt:

What’s wrong with this tweet:

Found out yet? …

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For me, CU taught me one major thing amongst others…

Know your school’s anthem, you could be asked to sing it during your Project defense. No jokes! I was asked to do this, after the first line, I started humming. x_x

To be honest, my school is a fun place to be… I mean see all the fun things we’ve learned. ^_^

Make use of the comment box! Challenge me, any title!! and tell us –> What CU has taught you???!!!

Enjoy.

In Pursuit of Perfection

Source: Google

As a child, I wanted to be a lot of things at different stages of my life. I think it started with me wanting to be an Artist, to draw and paint. I had been told time after time by my mother that I was a “born artist” but all I had to show for it were stick figure drawings, even my handwriting was a fail at Fine-art.

So I moved on…

Before long, a day came when I was in the hospital, the doctor had just prescribed my medications, I looked at the prescription sheet and couldn’t read a thing he wrote and I could buoyantly beat my chest as my handwriting was fabulous as compared to his. I later went on to find out that it was something notable about most doctors. My joy knew no bounds! I was going to be a Doctor!

Alas, I encountered a beast called Biology in my journeying to be a Doctor. That beast tore me apart over and over all through senior secondary school. My best grade was a ‘C’.

Yet again, I had to move on…

My Grandfather had always and still wants me to be a lawyer and with my being an Artist and Doctor dream now behind me, I set out on being a Lawyer. You see, Literature isn’t a tough subject, I like it, I appreciate it but my teacher back then – Mr. Akindele was a tough one. The cane was his best bud and confidant; he always used it on us at the slightest opportunity for inane reasons. I mean, look at the picture below, yes, that’s me, the boy in the yellow shirt (Hail, Hope House). Don’t worry, there is a no insult I couldn’t have possibly heard yet about this picture. But common, look how fragile (too mild a word to use) I look… I ran away from literature class and picked up another subject, I couldn’t stand the torture any longer. Literature however, was a prerequisite to study Law as a First degree.

You see, as a child I wanted to be a whole lot of things, I also wanted and still want to be Superman (I mean, who wouldn’t want to be Superman?) I believed in a whole lot, lot of people, no worries, I was beautifully naive as the Child in “The Tale of a Little Child” but along the way, I’m not sure if it was because I was growing up or ‘cause I was tired of the recurrent disappointments, but bit by bit I lost faith with each upset, I wasn’t sure of what to believe in anymore, insecurity set in, almost zero confidence in myself, all the smiles, the happiness, all of it had seemed to take a walk, going one after the other, falling, falling, falling. The Domino effect.

I just wanted to be perfect.

I’ve started another journey, I have put on my Frye boots, now, I just want to be me, no matter what I do; maybe with each word I write, I get to create art, maybe my mother was right, maybe I’m a born-artist, maybe with everyone that reads a post, I get to heal a part of them, maybe I’ll Inspire someone, maybe, just maybe along the way I’ll find perfection,

 I think being perfect is discovering who you are and being exactly that person

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Today is my birthday!! #JustSoYouKnow, May babies are the most awesome folks you’ll ever find! *pops collar*
A big thank you to everyone showing me Love and support.

I intend to eat Cake all through today so if you have any suggestion on how I can rid off sugar out of my system at the end of the day, please let me know. This is very essential!

All that being said, in the words of John Carter, Take up a Course, Fall in Love, Write a Book. Inspire someone, start something that matters.

I may not be perfect just yet, but I’m in pursuit of perfection.

But then, this is what I think, what do I know?

“Amour en Images” – Love in Pictures

This post was initially published on the 14th day of this month, alas most people could not see the pictures so i had to kill it.

Behold, 6 days after… it resurrected! Let somebody shout… Halleluiah!

“Amour en Images” – Love in Pictures… Re-published! 🙂

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Remember “First,Love” ? <—- Follow the link to read before scrolling down 🙂

Festival of Love turned out a huge success and the Head of Planning Committee FOL3, @AyoB_ was kind enough to show us how it all went down in Pictures.

Enjoy.

#FOL3

The festival of love is an annual event hosted by Project One Million Souls which is an avenue platform created to share love with the less privileged right in the university campus. It is a platform created to have the less privileged and needy interact with the Covenant University community and be given the warmth and unwavering love of the society.

The invited homes for Festival of Love 2012 include:

  • BIRREL BOYS REMAND HOME, YABA
  • ARROWS OF GOD, AJAH
  • SOS VILLAGE, ISOLO
  • FRIENDS OF THE DISABLED, LAGOS-ISLAND
  • IJAMIDO CHILDRENS HOME, OTTA
              Sale of Hand-fans to students of Covenant University by members of Project One Million Souls to raise fund for the event

Cutting of Fruits by Members for the Sales of Punch Drink… Also to Raise Funds For the Event

Selling Punch on the Football Field and Basket Court in other to raise Funds for the Event… Did this for Four Weekends

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A Day to the D-Day:

Packaging of Gifts for Children: At Right hand Corner on Glasses is the Head of Project One Million Souls “Rume Pela”

Display of the Gift Items

Covenant university Students and Members of Project one Million souls… Helping out

                                                                              Finally we were done Packaging the Gifts 

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GHEN GHEN!!

*Drumroll*

The D-day –> April 7th 2012:

Going to Pick the Homes Yay! Time to Show Love

And the Children and Homes are here… Let’s Have Fun together

Dance Competition for the Children…. All the Children that danced were selected as the Winners by the Crowd

… Aww!!! So sweet

Face Painting…. Done by Covenant Uni’s Decorating Unit … Adding Colours to the Children

Some Pupil from BIRREL BOYS REMAND HOME, YABA gisting with a Student.. I wonder what they were saying, the Boys look all happy and having fun

Vice Chancellor Covenant University:  Prof. Aize Obayan In attendance.

VC Playing with the Children for the Orphanages … A Caring Mother Indeed.

FRIENDS OF THE DISABLED, LAGOS-ISLAND interacting with Students

The Children Amusing Us again with their Dance Steps

Covenant University Theatre Group with their Lovely Drama

Covenant Dance Group (Reflections) Also Entertained and Showed Love through their Dance…

IJAMIDO CHILDRENS HOME, OTTA Also dazzled Us all with their Dance Performance …They got Talent

VC Covenant Uni.. Dancing with Mickey Mouse loool..

We would surely Miss Them 😦 … They Berra Come Back Next Year or wait we still have many Outreaches, we would see them at their Homes Yay!!! + We would have them here next year 😀

Hehehe… The Loading truck was nowhere to be found… We had to do this…

but I’m sure it was worth every Sweat in our Vein.

The End.

Yet Another Question

Its 12:59am, I can’t sleep, I want to but my thoughts won’t let me be…
a myriad of questions, but who do I ask? Are they even meant to be asked?

I knew him from a distance, I always wondered why he gave his all,
the hassle and stress just to ensure the mic was working, the projectors were on track,
he did all the technical things effortlessly; with less than 90 days to convocation,
he put in yet again his all to ensure the success of the ceremony, one he’ll never be able to attend in person.

I remember the day I heard he was gone, gone for good. I dint understand, I still don’t understand.
Why did he have to die?
Why do we even live?
Why him?
How exactly do we say who dies or who lives?
What about his dreams?

But amid the avalanche of questions, one thing stood certain – Life is short, it really is.

In the past few days, I’ve heard and read what people had to say about him and they said a lot,
he meant a lot of things to a lot of people. It’s definitely too late to add him on facebook
so I could write on his wall, but if I were to write, here will be my words:

It’ll be untrue to say you are gone for good, I was wrong. In the hearts of many,
those you know and those like me that you don’t know, you left a mark,
your imprint lingers. From the distance I knew you; you taught me one thing
– We Live to Serve.
That’s all I ever saw you do – Serve. You’ll forever remain loved for this.”

I still don’t understand a whole lot of things, life is a freaking jig-saw puzzle,
putting the pieces together has become mission impossible.

So many questions to ask Him at the end of this all… his death, yet another question.

#RIP Femi Ademiju

Maybe it’s just me, but there are just so many things I do not understand.

His ways, not our ways.

But then, this is what I think, what do I know?

First, Love

This isn’t the typical boy meet girl, boy likes girl and girl likes him back, music in the background as they kiss under the pouring rain kind of story. To me, it’s more than that; it’s about two boys who showed me what love really is about, in its purest form.

Meet David and Joseph.

David was brought into this world with no love talk more of a silver spoon. His first cradle was a polythene bag with which his mother dumped him in and left him to face the intricacies of this onerous world alone in the discomfort of the bush. By a stroke of luck, he was found by a Good Samaritan who took him to an orphanage home.  Growing up, he became close friends with Joseph another child in the home whose story isn’t far off from his.

I can’t put in plain words the beauty that transcends just watching this two together…

I think it was those little things they did for each other, the sharing of biscuit that was never enough or the cheese balls they shared?, or when Joseph hugged David when he was sad, or sipping from the same drink, or the little pranks they played? I don’t know where I saw it because it’s unseen yet so visible.

They aren’t blood brothers although they bare the same surname with the other 160 children in the home; I believe they could discern that they weren’t actually bonded by blood. The admirable fact is that they are bonded by the one word I have not come to entirely comprehend – Love.

Today, I’m not here to preach, give this or give that, because you can give all of those without truly loving. Today, I ask you to take off your shoes and step into the worn out pair my friends wear.

Now, take a second and figure where it hurts, is it the used clothes you have to wear? Is the fact that your biological parents left you all alone? No one to come for your Open day at school, or is it the countless uncelebrated birthdays? Or the fact you don’t even know the actual date when you were born?

Have you ever taken a second to think if we “the so called privileged” ever actually show love? Just maybe you have an imperative role in an all-encompassing plot? Maybe it isn’t just about you? Maybe there’s a child out there, a homeless person down the road losing hope and it’s our task to restore just that?

   You have not lived today until you have done something for someone who can never repay you – John Bunyan

Never deprive someone of hope; it may be all they have…. It’s time we made a difference, it’s time we stopped the show of pity and celebrate love, and it’s time we act, true love is always backed up by actions, spare some time to birth a smile. Let there be a festival, a Festival of Love.

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Life isn’t just about you or me; it’s also about the role we have to play in the story of others, the smiles we leave eternally on the faces of people we meet.

Now, here is an opportunity to act, this  April 7,2012 , join hands with Project One Million Souls as we celebrate love, it’s going to be a festival, a Festival of Love with the Children from orphanages, Adults from the Aged Homes, The Blind and Disabled, Boys and Girls From Remand Homes.

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” – Margaret Mead.

But then, this is what I think, what do I know?

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Project One Million Souls is Covenant University’s charity organization that operates with the aim of touching 1 Million souls annually. The organization is poised at bettering the cause of the needy and helpless in Africa. Click http://projectonemillionsouls.org/about/ to find out more information.

Also their known annual program called ‘Festival Of Love’ would be happening soon!

Festival Of Love (Season 3)

Theme: The Greatest Gift “1cor 13:13″

Venue: Covenant University….Old Football Field in front of Peter Hall

Date: April 7th 2012

Time:10am

Let’s pray toward the Success and also come around to support this event and let’s touch A Million Souls

Highlights: Last Year's Festival Of Love

Highlights: Last Year's Festival Of Love

Donate/Support

* Account Number:

    Bank: Oceanic Bank, Nigeria.

    Account Number: 0039794821

Address  of Project One Millon Souls
* Hall 104, Covenant University Chapel, CanaanLand, Ota, Ogun State
* Email: info@projectonemillionsouls.org
* Website: http://projectonemillionsouls.org/

The Tale of the Silent Screamer

It’s 8:31pm, I’m taking a walk, I’m in that mood again, each time I get in it, I fall in deeper, the headphone is on, but it doesn’t work… I’ll just leave it there all the same. Its best when people think I can’t hear them, I don’t even feel sad about this ’cause everyday, I scream and no one hears.
Life just goes on… silly me!
What did I expect, that the world halts and try to fix me? or someone taps me and indisputably wants to know what’s going on, asking “why are you screaming so loud” even with my lips sealed. I keep walking, there are pedestrians everywhere, look at them, they never hear, they never listen, but I scream still.

Frustration, tension, apathy…

These three now stick with me like accessories I can’t do without, the more I try to get them off, they become yet even tighter. I have lost my voice, I scream no more not cause I don’t want to but because I just can’t anymore.

I hear a deafening scream, it seems to come from behind me, I look around, I see nothing grotesquely odd,

the mallam selling suya down the road, the road-side traders, the thugs fighting over change, cars honking… same ol’ Lagos theatrics.

But with these entire simultaneous occurrences I hear this screamer distinctively, I can’t help but wonder why, I take off my headphones, tap him and ask why? He went on about how everybody had been praying for his only brother, how pastors, family, prayer warriors, had been praying yet, he is six feet beneath as we walk.
He is blaming himself, his eyes tear as he asks rhetorically “If I prayed seriously and fasted would that have made a difference?”
I just stare blankly, I can see the agony through his eyes, and he really believes if he prayed a little more, there’d have been a difference. I mumble something about not blaming himself; crack my head on anything inspiring I can share as I pat him on the back, increase my pace and continue walking.
Now ahead of him, my mind can’t help but wonder and think… God why?
But people prayed, warriors, faith believing pastors, agreements were made, demons bound and casted but today, this boy is here sad, in tears and without a brother nor a father who he lost years back.

*sigh*

Here is another screamer calling for answers, in dire need for comfort, in need of love, In need of hope, searching for answers.

This walk, I shall never forget, the lesson learned I always remember: Life is too short to have such accessories (frustration, tension and apathy) weighing one down. There are people out there, screaming everyday even with their lips sealed, going through real things; life is just one big bully slapping faces unexpectedly.

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This goes out to all screamers, we hear you, we care, and you are not alone.
Tap a screamer today, we are everywhere, your course-mate, brother, sister, bunk-mate, room-mate, the ever smiling friend… cause you never know what really is behind that smile.

Can any one relate to this ?

R.I.P Patrick Akano and Happy Birthday!!
If you can read this, your brother @Lex_469 says “Rest in peace, I know there is a party in heaven for you”

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Share your thought as the souls of our loved ones who have passed, Rest in Peace.

R.I.P Grandpa. ♥

But then, this is what I think, what do I know?