My twenty eleven diary

It's a great thing to go back and check your goals
Goals achieved, goals not met, goals not set, goals aspiring
It's accountability.
How else to measure life's worth without periodic reviews?
As the year is closely out,
I've gone back to see 2011 goals,
Smiling over 2010 ones,
It's amazing to see how far I've grown.
All I can say is I'm thankful.
I've learnt so much
I've been given so much
I've given out much more
Things I desired,
Without a clue how it would happen
I've conquered them, without realizing.
Things that haven't come to pass,
I know I don't deserve them yet.
People I met,
I made valuable impacts on their lives.
People I couldn't impact,
Let's just say I'm not Clark Kent [YET]
There's this reassurance that the future is bright
Beautifully crafted life for the living.
All I want is living for purpose
I'm thankful for the two most wonderful people in my life
My Parents. I love them so much.
I am nothing without them.

And even this, I'll show Kennisblegad twins in 2050
And we'll share the laughs, seeing how far we've come
And fingers crossing how far we have to go.
So, as I rest my fingers off musings from this keyboard,
I pick up a pen and write me some 2012 goals
Happy holidays everyone.
Thanks for all your kind criticisms, comments and friendship.
Much love and wishing you a prosperous 2012 ahead.

DTA Don't Trust Anyone yet Don't Over think

So as I grow I learn
that people would always see

Imperfections

rather talk about when you fail
than all the times you succeeded

Selfishness

rather listen to when you couldn't care
than all the care and love you showed

Imperfections

rather talk about one mistake you made
than everything you did right

Selfishness

rather remember when you couldn't be there
than all the sacrifices you made

Imperfections

always remember your ugly features
than all the beauty within

Selfishness

remember when you couldn't tip well
than all the offerings you gave


And yet so well, Don't trust anyone
Your sympathizers could be backbiters
Your well wishers could bring you down
Your best friend could be your worst enemy
Man is selfish, it's his nature
Naked and empty to this world you came
Easier to survive holding nothing close-tight
Loosen the fist, don't over think
Believe in yourself
Naked and empty you'll return
Bitter truth still don't over think

And to the one you have a weakness for
They have the power of controlling you
You would compromise for them
And do the things you wouldn't do
And that innocent face
will comae back to haunt you
make you feel guilty
'Coz of the weakness within
Don't over think but trust lightly






image from google

I'm an African with seven lives

While I sit here on this long ride home
Anxiously awaiting the limited stop train
Dowtrodden of the hiccups on the rail
Irritated of the incessant stop at those stations
clueless of what time it shall be
when my destination I'll reach
Sometimes doubtful if I'll make it on time
But seldomly reminded that someone has been on a similar ride

All that keeps me going is the end in sight
I can't nip now
And no I won't go back
Stories of heroes are always heard
Memories may fail to fade
But pains don't last an age
Experiences forever to last
No stopping beneath the cloud
For there are heights yet attained
Spaces abound right to the moon

And when my home I reach,
Yet another voyage I seek
For the day I stop trying
Is the same day I die
Lumps shall smoothen
And with vast confidence
The words I'll proclaim
Sweet Jesus!
Seven lives that's what I've got
I'm an african boy!

n.b: image copied from goolge images

Reincarnated mankind

Another age ends
And yet a cycle begins
The folk tales of our predecessors
We live now herewith
Yet another voyage
But again reincarnation
A comeback of our ancestors
Purposeless meaningless
We lack objectivity
Daring not say no
No questions asked
No truth unfold
And yet again a cycle repeats
Oh but a new age revealed
Are we only organisms?
Meant us for extinction?
Insignificant we stand?
Why not a new path thread?
No purpose sought
Old epistles
I’m tired of the similar
Give me not the typical
Simply not original
Feed me not the usual
I’m seeking in-familiar
We’re handed down from generation
Tales our fathers believed
And we teach our children
The life we met here
Humanity, pointless are you?
How untrue, the lies you believe
I’m asking questions
I want meanings
I want answers

In my City

On a visit back to my zone
I wake up from the morning snooze
And there radio goes off in news
Stories that make me wanna noose
Of a people who can't choose
Just one savior who can rule

I cool off, I swag out
into the city where I grew
Colored tees, tinted screens
Crowd starring, Kids yelling
Hustlers hawking, tires screeching
constant honking, traffic piling
Hello Hello L.O.L
Music jamming loud as hell
People chattering you can tell
Chiming sounding like a bell
That's my city, that's my nation
Poverty without a depressed soul
And you say you're poor?
You have the wealthiest soul I've seen
It's perspective yo
That's my city, that's my home.
Happy Independence Nigeria

A Revival

The son you sent I admire
To live his life's desire
The reason why I'm wired
To engineer real fire
Fire in my bones, fuel in my stream
And let the spirit you gave
Cause a mighty spark of faith
My breath's now your oxygen
That when the spirit ignites
The air I breathe sense signals
Your spark travels speed of light
My fuel distilled to it's best
An awakening, clarion call
My tissues and veins, giant wires
Sends a lightening to my being
Oh Holy! I'm lit
Blown up for your glory
And yeah, let me burn
Shown forth in the spirits gifts
Kindness and love
Wisdom in spite of foolish bluff
Understanding in confused times
Piety and fortitude
Knowledge forsaking ignorance
Oh the spirit of counsel
And then the fear of the Lord
I have had him as a dove, gentle
Now in the midst of fire I want
Let me burn, let me burn
Exploits I can't attain
I'll do them, Let me do
I'll see visions and I'll praise
Let my heart pump
Your revival call
I'll give it all
And this vessel of clay
Will gladly decay
Let me burn, A new revival.

Inner being Call

Lord I need more
More love to give all
All imperfections borne
And insecurities adorn
Give them all up
Bodily values
Forms of materialism
Offer them all
Sacrilege
As on the cross
He took it all

Lord I want more
Inner being call
Pumping blood tissues
Vessels that'll decay
Fist full of strength
Broad thickened veins
Manly in the flesh
Spirit incontinent
Coming to hibernation
Every other night
When mightily I sleep

Lord I wish to
Take that snoring nap
Nap to this flesh
Every other day
Slumber of death
Every other night
When these desires
Desires that kill
To you lowly dies
And stores up virtues
That forever lives
Abounding in strength
Ripped and shaped
packed in values
Built immunities
That when to I shut down
In glory I resurrect

This one's to my Dad

A ponder, I nod
The tune it brings to life
A music to mind
How to love
Voiceless as it may
Someone taught me
A living legend
A vicar without a ring
Countless gracefulness
Beyond what is seen
Far from what is said
He's a legend
The life he's giving
Not bought in price
And far from pride
He's the best
He makes me proud
And just one prize
A true replica
I wish to give back
Each living day
Gently as He is
He's carved a niche
My Inspiration
For finding purpose
And giving back all
The best I crave
Much yet better
The seeds I'll make

Forgive quickly
Is what I learnt
Clearly I see
All that there is
And far from those
Who teach morals
He shows virtues
Pains in quietness
To give the best
To those He may
The reason I'm grateful
I just realized
He's not a right
He's a gift
Much well a privilege
Happy Birthday Dad.