PROMISE WRITES OUTLET

Yes! I know if one person is absent, that doesn't stop the work but if all fire woods are taken away, what will fuel the fire? The ashes? no! Success spelt "WE" is the sweetest success in life.

When I'm famished and my soul is weary, When the tunnel is dark and scary, I solemnly believed that the Lord is my Shepherd. Nutritious food are far fetch, yet I shall not lack for he is nigh me. He found me wandering in the desert of dry grasses  His comforting shoulders become my solid ground He makes me lie down in green pastures;  When my soul becomes hell, burning like a fiery hade He leads me beside the still and restful waters to cool my soul. He took me back to the fellowship of my brethen, And wash away my dusty skin  He cleansed me as white as crystal snow He refreshes and restores my life ;  He leads me in the paths of uprightness for His name’s sake. When I was far from the fold And my garment is stained with bloody sin The pathway to the valley of the shadow of death opened for me And the grave is hungry; ready to swallow me, But I will fear no evil, my shepherd is nigh me His rod  and his staff direct my path and they comfort me. Can wi...

Back in the garden of Eden, The home of our alpha parents. Where no man pay rent, Livings cares about one another. Dieu gave man jurisprudence, To guide and control his demeanour. HE visited him in the cool of day To have communion with him. Days after, Dieu saw loneliness in man's heart HE gave his eyes a deep sleep Taking from his body ribs To create woman from his body. What have we in the garden? Man and woman from the same rib, Sharing same blood with each other. Caring for each other; what a great love? Devil is jealous of the divinity love towards the two Ev'n their love turn him into an ototoxic orator. he strategied their ruination he was loved by no living. Devil bewitched serpent's heart, Turning her heart to jinx sermonizer, she spread it the woman in the garden, When her head is out to take care of the garden. She tuned to channel of serpent's sermon, Terminating her heart with ototoxic sermon, That wasn't delivered on Dieu's mount. She lost her bur...

In ancient land of Sidon,  There are many beauty-fools. Beauty face with ugly noesis, Yet men were dying to have 'em. I speak to my leg to take me To the ancient land of Sidon, Where so​phis​ti​cat​ed beauty dwells. My head pass through thick desert. From afar, I sighted prepossessing damoiselle, whose glamorously show arrested my heart. I urbaner the forgot I came to seek My heart long for the damoiselle. Night vision preached the beauty-fool damoiselle. Day dream never shunned her prepossessing show. I somnambulised to her roof and rant like a demon,  All mouths in her roof laughed at my action. I'm in love with Jezebel, doom am I Her beauty has mesmerized my righteous heart Turning my heart to torpor Going around shouting her name in my speeches When shall I be bound-free from the bedazzle of Jezebel?       

Once upon a time, Baby fish was swimming, Wiggling tail to and fro Looking for what to ingest. Where are all the worms? All the worms are sleeping Baby fish is peck​ish Will you come and fill her? She swam to the east, She waved to the south, Suddenly come a worm Looking fresh and robust. Here is my food! But wait! mother fish said never eat food from heaven What am I to do? Baby fish danced around the worm "The worm is harmless Not ready to kill me Shall I eat now?" She ate and got caught Like the worm, she became harmless Facing the air of terrestrial "Where am I now? In sack of a fisherman I found myself in midst of my brethen Had I known, Mother fish was right Hook loves me not" "I ended up in the pot of soup My eyes bugling out  The love hook was brum​ma​gem While my greed was majuscule".

Olagunju Boluwatife asked me to write this piece for her...     It is believed that a life without purpose is not different from a meaningless life and to know the reason behind our why in life, we have to give a careful attention to every phenomenal that happens in our day to day life. Every individual has a definite purpose in whatever they are doing (i.e action, thinking and so forth), it is very ger​mane to know one's purpose in whatever one is engaged with but many of us failed to know our purpose in life because we lose focus on what is very crucial to know. According to  the Cambridge English Dictionary, Focus is a careful attention that is given to something such as a task, or the ability to give your full attention to something. With the definition from Cambridge English dictionary, we can therefore agree that Focus is the ability to meticulously plan and be committed towards a given task or purpose.     In order to attain one's purpose in life, Focus h...

  Oxygen belonged to the strongs, Time would be reversed in their own Interest, Wealth belonged to those who conform to their custom Sleep would given to those who worship them. Health would be given to those who exalt their names Like king Nebuchadnezzar, they would order those who ignored them to be thrown into fire And served those who praise them, wine and meat. Rain would be seized on the poor Sun would be increased on the poor Dew would wet their greens; And their life would continue to prosper. If God were white men... Black race would never taste freedom Africans would never be exposed to technology They would forever be a shit hole to the white. Wisdom would be sold in the market Children would be given to those who complied with them Stars would be kept in their room And the moon would be divided among the strong. Water would be costly sold and Food would be eaten by most fortunate Sky would be taken to their compound Money would be reserved for the strong And immortality...

Oh the bee The Honey as claims You bites every moment Pain everywhere Sadness everyday The thunder claps Trees are failing Yet you're still awake. Oh the bee Your memories still fresh Let await the good day Yet the journey is far Thou you promised to stay forever Yet I feel lonely everyday. Oh the bee You're the one I cherish The journey maybe far But to stay forever is my aim I miss you every seconds The priceless jewel My Precious Joy Oh the endless love Forever in my heart The pilot has taken you far away,yet your spirit stand still Saheed Nana Aisha 08109333469

I'm not the man whose voice never change but his skin change for the blessing of his brother I'm not the man who bought the birthright of his brother in a coning way  He sold porridge to cheat him. I'm not the man who flew from his father's house After causing mayhem into the peaceful family. I'm not the man who swindled his father-in-law And got more blessings from cheating. I'm not the man who believes his strength and possessions can appease his bittered brother, He sought to cheat again. I'm not the man whose life motivated cheating Yet got more blessings because he was favoured. I'm Israel Man who wrestle with God to change His name His life was never stagnant. Man who love a beautiful damsel He served his father-in-law for the damsel. I'm the man who acknowledge God in everywhere I go He receives blessings like cloudburst.

He clings to me everywhere I go Walking after my steps like a torrid disciple He neither uttered nor listened to my voice Yet he copied my actions. Black and good looking is he on the ground Always humble himself to affright me He neither change clothes or look dirty His black is ever glowing. A very good friend that is ready to follow me to the end He knew my hidden pictures  And never tell any being . He martyr and  relish with me Never a day will he complained when he passed through fire He act as calm as a pure phantasma He pitifully listened to my problems Yet he is not tired but he gave no remedy. A true friend in time of perturbation He has been with me from the day I was formed into the uterus And he will surely go with me till eternity. Memories of my puerility is rudimentary Without my precious shadow How can I find a true friend like you? He's mirthful when I stood before him He grows moldable while walking with him. As long as I'm still in beingness I will never fo...

Beyond the dark blue I listened to the story Of the night princess Uppish and beautiful Her beauty is the light  Of the earth night And the network of the folktale. Being the only daughter Of the Space Lord She classed herself And promised not to marry  Anyone from the Space world She was encircled by scintillant stars That ministered to her in the dark night. The Lord of the day has come To plead to put her in family way But pride beclouded her to see the gain She vilificate the Day lord  And stained his pure snow and blue  With blackish water. The humble and lucullan knight  has come for the beautiful princess of the night He rules the day and night yet he's never Allowed pride to creep into his heart Without him, earth is hell But the uppish princess rubbished him She told him that he lived a low life  Compare to her, the princess of the space, The knight went back drained and baptized  In water of revilement . Here come an handsome p...

My head come dropping, Thoughts are in war with my psyche - My captainship shows no sign of nike; Nacreous achievements of mine are emaciating. Where is the compass of my voyage? I couldn't figured my direction in my chilly carriage. I'm directed by the wind from the east and south Taking me to insidious hade's mouth. Our situation is no far from Jonah's ordeal We cast a lot to seek who offended Poseidon- To be sacrifice to clear our path from Aquageddon Our goods are thrown into the deep. My head is buried is in shame, And my crew pointed their index-fingers at me, Like an iniquitous fellow. The echoed to cast me to the deep like Jonah- I became motionless like a graven image;  I couldn't control my crew anymore. Poseidon and men are against a lonely head Who shall saved me from the wrath of men and Aqua? I'm drowning in the deep of muddiness.     

Heavens are umbrageous  With my acrimonious They released a great sanctimonious  rain on me ungraciously. Like the Israelite in the wilderness, The lamp accompany me like sightseer, I meandered aimlessly like homeless antagonist. The rain drooped my head  Turning me into an herd I walked around like a brave knight in the sanctimonious rainy night. I'm drained in the rain like swamp I hope my body smell not like the trash I had no inherit but I have a lamp which light my itinerary. I walk in the valley of no love human shoot odium and god's rage above I was left vertically in the slippery path which leads to virulent groove. I still stand in lamp's shadow gazing at the lame land which ingested the cloudburst like an ingester I wish the land open to save a lonesome one from cloudburst But the rain rained yet more pains.     

Oh! knight of the pen Our country is vertiginous Running down from the ben To the lustrous martyrdom, Who will cure our land? Our glittering goal is dancing to tune of death. What will be of our future? When the knights are deprived of their freedom Of speech and opinions. And watch the country dancing to the drum of doom. What will cure our leprosy? Our mic sound sonorously sycophancy. To our able corrupted adversary Who changed their clothes to deceive us from the truthful path  And made us neglect our pledge to the job to seek after the odd We become decorated caged Dogs instead of watch dog. Our barkings worst our leprosy. Our pure book that reflected our pure heart Now protected the mud of knaveries. We recorded the mendacious and burn the truth Yet the masses respected our dictum They sings praises to us when we lied to them; they knew nothing about truth. Where are our mettlesome heroes? Their stories can't be found in repository Ev'n the brave ones among us are threaten...

All Twins hail from Isokun ; But my darling twins hail from Oko . A relative of unique colobus you are, Hoping and jumping from a tree branch to the other. Jumping helter-skelter,you landed in a wretched man's place Turning around his misfortunes Their noise threatened illluck A rare set of children that commands undue honour and respect from their parents To your stepmother, you are an unwelcome sight Because she wants you in her bosom But to your mother, you are both emperors of two empires! Yes! you gave her reasons to be happy Wouldn't you love to be parents to twins ? Humbleness and nimbleness are their freebies Taiyelolu , Arewa obinrin larin awon akegbe re Akehindelegbon, Omo okunrin ologbon  Irresistible set of Children and darling to their mother Who will say nay to their invitation? gods sent you invitation, and you want to decline Their fortune is extraordinary because they are gods Who will stone ejire? The black ants are ready to lie with you Who will e...

Grow toothless like the immortal Till your hair turn crystal Benignity will flow into your life abysmally Goodness will read your name alphabetically. Phratry will bless you emphatically When pestiferous days come visiting, you will embrace delightfully Your beauty will grow gleefully and gracefully When Darkness comes scaring, your faith will ignite eerie's light electrically. You will fly on wing of faith and Grace Mercy will serve your need in ace Good memories will not effaced By pernicious lambaste. Beautiful face with beautiful heart When shadow of death roars, your heart will turn Lionheart When sadness wooed you, your life will not taste tart We shall wrangled but our deal is eonian sweetheart.   

On Lucifer's dark mountain There is the fountain of satanism inspiration Priests and souls of devil takes communion On the sacred devil's mountain. Ritualists are taught to kill the sense of compassion The rich sought for more power from the fountain They are desperate for world power to control lax citizens. Great lord Lucifer gathered his clergymen To minister death way unto righteous men  He instructed 'em to lure men with baneful addictions And lead men to wide kingdom of fire to hail king Lucifer. Men seek help from the Indian giver Who in return give to 'em Indian sign They battles in mud of sin After falling from the peak of devil's mountain. Who shall beckoned men to the righteous path? When shall we destroyed the devil's mountain? Which has entangled good and evil in men's plan  The cry of a man in wilderness seeketh answer.

 . Baby cry no more  The flowers are adore But they have sopor they slept by the seashore. Soft birds are clinging to their mother's nest They sopor under the shady tree singing soft song of night to them Ev'n the cold is much; mother's bosom is warm. Humbling breezes are coming Singing solo air to your hear Bringing a great tide to your eyes Listen with your tender heart  Say your mighty knight's night-requests And fall for the magic. Lull soul, bid good night to day stress Kiss the image of your loving ones Bring out the best thought of life Think about the flowers and soft birds And sleep like soft bird under mother's wing.

  Treat her like a queen, When she called you a king, Serve her caparison garment of honour Never despised her when she's discomforted. Let her voice count When decision is on dining table Let her cut her share For her fading voice can save the future. Love her soul not her beauty Blossom face can bring gloomy future Beauty fade in a twinkle of an eye For her soul inherited the gracious beauty. Never turn her to a whore She is meant to be a shoulder Not toilet to dump your semen A whore smells worse than toilet. Have you heard of real African women? They stick to one man despite the up and down They care for the man and seeds The African blood runs through her vein. Don't be a furious lion to her You will end up devouring her With soft words and lovely rod Guide her steps to right path. Shape her like a graven image She is raw in her imperfect state Her likens are differ from yours Make her your perfect woman. Never give in to Africans sayings She is not meant for kitchen She i...