PROMISE WRITES OUTLET

  2022 has been a good and awesome year, it has been a revolutionary year for some individuals. Gradually, 2022 will be over in some hours and many are yet to know what their achievement is, some are checking their wishlist to mark what they have achieved in the year. Capping it, numbers of us are actually used as a ladder or perhaps our efforts are used to build one individuals profile, just an individual profile! Most of us are caged under the vicious power of salary, we went through hard and thin of life to meet what we are expected to delivered before the month ends and we get our peanut peacefully. What I have learned in this year is that, my efforts and struggles have been used to build an individual profile, while burning my candles, that individual is busy sleeping and praying I forgot my salary with him at the end of the month. I could vividly remember that I prayed on New year Eve that I don't want to be prey to anyone but a predator, setting my trap and getting my fishes...

In the end, Let me unite  My heart et soul  With consecrated soil  And radiant light. In the end, Let no shadow of  Suffering and pain  Covered my soul. Let there be no  appealing dirge  At the entrance of an  Idol. In the end,  I want to embrace and throw the kisses of valor to the fearful transitor of men. In the end, Let the necropolis  Be full of joyful sound  And great trembling sound of  Trumpet for an icon  Who defeated the undefeated. In the end, Let loneliness  Pet me like newbie  And feed me with alluring  Addictions and inspirations. In the end, I want to have the peace  Like a living spring,  And let peace  Forever be my castle. In the end, I want to end  death and pains  Like I ended  the big toothy  Horny monster.  

mysterious child born and begged to honor,  Surrounded by Alabi and Atanda, Alabi the rare gem and The genius. Atanda, oni Ina imole. Eleyinjuege mi owon  Omo ta bi ni ile ola o dagba sinu iyi,  Akedun bi eyin... Eyinju awon obi re, Ojulowo Omo loju  Awon afenifere. Awelewa teminikan, Your beauty appears once in a full sliver moon, like a ray of the sun, the reflection of your beauty aid the radiant energy of the day light. Eyinfunjowo mi, no matter the volcanic Prodigy raging round us, You shall grow to fulfill your Divine destiny. You shall conquer all  fiercest thorns raising rootlessly.  

  With insincere loyalty, you worship and adore me Wishing and smiling at me With desperate and awful thoughts. You said You're my friend  But you're delighted stabbing me Right behind my shadow, and as​pers​ing my pious stories. You enjoyed goodies in my expenses But left me in the cold night With hungry and fever killing me. What a faithful and loving foe you are? Twirling your character doesn't make you worthy, Rather you are a worthless glittering illusion. When drum of good tidings is heard in my roof, you come like advocator of goodness Rather you are paragon of wickedness. When I have a pellet in my musket, I would rather stored it in your skull Than killed an innocent serpent. B'cause, I would rather died by venom of serpents Than died in your ironical kindness.

Window of your soul I looked into, I saw dung grave and unfathomable dungeon. Who is caged in your eyes? Deserted in desert Lonely and hopeless Yet you claimed he's apple of your eyes! Who are those peaceless soul, Hoping to be free from the spell of your mesmerizing eyes? Whose hands is wailing for help? Whose tears is flowing down like neurotic stream? Window of your soul where dreams become nightmares. Death and grave copulate with pain and suffering in the window of your soul. I wish in the end, After the death of souls, wailing and suffering in the window of your eyes, Peace comes with ease. ©️ Promise Olamilekan Odejide

I have die in nightmares, And heart broken in illusions I have been a victim  to flying scorpions But I thought  'death is not for the young'. My journey is  smooth and slippery  Even shadow of  death beclouded my path like a smoke  from the burning bush, Grave of scintillant  gold are digged on my path. I lost my beautiful flesh to, the fiery and monstrous thorns. My face became a Gorgon, And I scared away the goals. Hungry days, I sought to trade  my pride for a loaf. The beast in me fought with me but nothing can  change my sky  from being blue. I knew it a dream though a lucid dream, not nightmare, I will illuminate it.

I thought death is poignant, But there is pain dug from pit of hell, Burning the soul and spirit, Burning into our bones and marrows. I thought death is the only rider, that rides human like war horse, But there's a pain from hade, Waiting at graveyard to ride the deads. I thought death is the only trader of bodies and souls of men in the world But there's is a pain, sharpened like sword, Piercing bodies and souls into eonian wretchedness. I thought death is the harbinger of pain and suffering, Head of infliction and sadness, Tears and loneliness But why abject destitution is god of all? I thought death is father of serpent and scorpion, But why the graveyard full of maggot, serpent and scorpion? Why did the body frail after death? Why is the memories of our departed loved one struck us like thunder? End of all ages seem darker than coal, Even terrific nights never brings joy for the days, End of tunnel seems like the beginning of agony  Light appear like a mirage a...

Freedom was hijacked that night, Soldier are turned against the knights That come out to express their distress, But their blood were used to wash street overnight. Long Walk to end oppression Was turned to night of depression. The brave souls become our messiahs  They took bullets for us to live  And end the tyrant government. Police become politicians' puppets, That night Communication become deadly sin, Our peaceful protest triggered wrath of hades. War men were given order to shoot patriotic citizens. It becomes a scar on our heart, No amount of money can erased. Just because we want a better Nigeria, Old demons unleashed dogs to bite us. While souls are dying at the gate, Government are making toast to champagne. That scary night revolutionized our understanding, Our mighty mights that were eaten by earth unlocked our wisdom  And politicians explained that our tears and suffering mean nothing to 'em.

Truly, I was ambushed by your love, That graceful day I was reading in the library, I felt gazing at your beauty is  More amazing than reading. For long, I have been chasing seeds, Neglecting a rose in a full bloom, For long, I'm picking stones and rejected ravishing diamond. I have choose to swallow my pride, Years, I have built trust and hope in you, Picturing my future home in your care,  I have embedded my absolute love in you. I'm still with you cause it's you  I always see in my dreams, Cuddling and kissing me when cold night comes. You caged and stole my heart long ago, Yet I have not regret it being under your watch. Without you, I will wallowed in madness for life, Without you,  Loneliness will have my soul, Without you, my lustrous days will grow in darkness.

Tis the recital of my gorgeous lust for my brother's fiance.  Felisha is a paragon of beauty I've seen in my entirely life.  Her voice echoed in my head, with glassy eyes I behold her beauty, It's love at first sight  unbridled passion started burning in me. Like mermaid, she's gorgeous goddess, Her luscious lips are soft and they bring pleasing words to my head. I thought my brother is larcenist For stealing a beauty from sight of men. Every night, I ended up in the bathroom jerking on her picture, In my imagination, I dreamed of full breast  And I feel ecstatic to release on my bedspread, I couldn't end the burning desire of having her  on my royal bed. Though, I had other girls but I never felt any passion as I extend to my brother's fiance. I wish her to be my bed pleasure, Because her beauty has trapped my intellectualism.

I wonder where she found my number, She said she's my secret admirer, She charmed me with her solo-sweet voice, And crystalized my sense of amour. I felt her beauty glows like moon Her tender love is gentle like the moon  Like snake, she slither into my harden heart  Without being caught, And she appears in my dream once in a blue moon. Her words guides me Her voice calm my burning soul And her fragrance lodestone sniffy heart Yet her beauty dwell in my imagination. To me, she's more than bed pleasure, To me, She's more than grandiloquent queen, Like the moon, I exalt her above all stars Because she's my favorite and helpmate.

Tossed hither  like a coin  And tither like feather. Feeling like a fallon leaf, the pain feels like broken groin, still, anguish and tears never relief.  Singing like a sorrowful sparrow, Under the control caesarism pharaoh,  With my sonorous solo songs, no bigger bird come to my aid. I'm all alone in hunter's cage. In my cerebration, I thought there's light That will illuminated me  To an idyllic knight  But the light led me  through the shadow of death And thorny asile Which tore my flesh  And suck my blood. With red eyes,  I speak beastly  To dearly ally, in me, it's throng of monsters, Fighting the grimness growing like grass  at the riverside. At the end, I knew all that glitters Is made of illusion, My theme turned to regret My melody turned to rejection, Even mirror couldn't alter my  Shattered and distraught image. I console my dying soul, I feel my pain alone, And bear the agony like sole.  

We can't stopped chasing death... On this earth, I got to know 'nothing last forever', is it the luxurious house? car? or what? Greatest title we'll never leave to hear is 'LATE'. It's sucks that righteous people died, why would they die? Death taught me that, there's no segregation in him. We journeyed to earth with nothing to aquire everything that will not be required from us when we become landlord underneath. After we created time for unhealthy relationship (s), death will surely come one day and our coffin will be lowered down to soil and we'll be covered in a place where our names will be forgotten. After these achievement (s), what happened to the glowing skin and the fattest cheeks, termites begins to bless God for the provision of rotten body of a so called 'great achiever'. Nothing inspired me about life than DEATH. Death is the only satisfactory achievement man can ever recorded. Death gives peace and open door to new life... But...

As part of its welfare package for the staff, the Governing Council of the Polytechnic has approved the new minimum wage for its staff. A statement issued and signed by the Principal Assistant Registrar, Council Affairs, Mrs. Adewumi Bridget on behalf of the Registrar, Mr. Kolawole Sheye Akande, stated that the council approved 90 percent CONPCASS / CONTEDISS  for both Academic and Non Academic Staff of the institution after due deliberation on the report of the Council Ad-hoc Committee on minimum wage. The implementation of the new minimum wage according to the statement is with effect from 1st  October, 2022. In a chart wit the Rector of the institution, Engr. Abdul Jimoh Muhammed, urged the staff to be loyal and dedicated to duty in order to justify the salary they earn. Abdul commended the Chairman Governing Council, Hon. Yahaya Ahmed Yinusa and his team for considering the increament, stressing that Council's approval of the new minimum wage is a testimony tha...

The Students Union Government Executives, Kwara State Polytechnic, Ilorin, has lauded the commitment of the Rector, Engr. Abdul Jimoh Muhammed for going extra mile to ensure that students welfare is well catered for. The President of the Students body, Ishola Abdulsalam gave the commendation while speaking during a meeting with the Management of the Polytechnic and the representatives of the students . The meeting which was at the instance of the Management has the presence of Special Adviser to His Excellency, Mr. Sulaiman Abubakar, to address the issue of alleged extortion of students. He described the Rector as a listening father that is always willing to to go extral miles for the wellbeing of students even at his discomfort. Speaking earlier, the Rector explained that increase in some fees such as carry over fee and loss of receipt is to instill seriousness to academic pursuit and sense of record keeping in students. He advised them to always be focused on their primar...

I'm not from a royal home But I'm built in loyal castle. I'm taught about being famous  And being influential, To be famous, you fame ends with you, To be influential, your ideologies lives on While you are in belly of earth. Today, I have seen the world for 7670.25 days, Yet, my book has recorded that I'm the best of my kind, Yet, red filled my pages, But, my Soul grind on the harder route Till I hit a so called "jackpot". Living on earth, Filled with rejections lies and hatred, greediness, Pride, wickedness and envy. One would have chose to be a 'miscarriage prior to birth'. Yet I grind on. Obsequious singers are here, Waiting to chant 'birthday' lyrics, What are their impacts in 7670.25 days? They're swam of bee looking for sweet petals, After their pleasure, it's becomes object of 'ridicule'. Yet I grind on. For my WHY on earth,  I grind on. ignoring the reproaches and shame gifted to me  Everyday, yet, I grind o...

Oh Lord, your goodness is incontrovertible in my life, Your kindness isn't vague action To me. You knew me even before my  Parent comes together, Your plans and purposes for me changes not, it glows every morning. Out of millions, you chose me  to be the custodian of your untarnished image, When I'm going astray, you left the ninety nine in search of otiose sheep like me. When I felt worthlessness, That my relatives calls me 'miscarriage's product', You illuminated my acheronian life and turned me to light Your price effaced my past and radiate my life. I wonder where I would have been now, if you let me down as my relatives and friends do... Rotten under the Earth's layer? But you proved yourself worthy as YHWH. When the route was dark and slippery, You carried me on your shoulder, You have been so good to me. When my breath seems dying and fading, you give me your breath of life. Truly, what I have acquired doesn't make me Who I am today , The ...

  To dwell in Gaia, Is like a pariah Sent out of kingdom of messiah, One shall suffer hysteria. To be successful in life, You will pass through the knife, Either you stumble Or you get into trouble. To spend extravagantly, Get ready to face boisterous apocalypse And ready to swim in pool of blood, And obey the clarion call to early grave.   Never choose pride over humbleness, For in humbleness comes replenish goodness. Life will never show you blissful kindness  Until mother earth wants to devour you with all cheerfulness.  To overcome the world, Death can tear our heart like sword, Agony can take us away from living words And unbearable pains can take us to netherworld. Life has different crossway, one lead to our doom-day While other leads to our euphoric day For this cause, we are not resting in our relay.

 

 

Dear God, I'm a terrible sinner, I'm always there, eating dinner on devil's table. My hands are filled with red wine, And my heart have been enshrine in bloods of innocents, that's turned to sweet wine. I'm delighted running back to my stinking mud, Like pig honoured to be in a room, but chose to go the way to doom. I'm a persecutor, blasphemer and terminator. Devil has honored me with top ranking agent who have got to hilltop of unredeemable unrighteousness. Oh Lord, I'm a gorgeous terrorist  to the glittering light that lights the path of calvinists. I turned myself to thorn in flesh of your worshippers, they go foodless and thirsty yet I sting 'em like scorpion. Dear Alpha and Omega, I have run far and wide, Killed, troubled and defiled  the pious and true believers. But Lord, here am I Crying and running back to your saving arm, with humble heart, I'm here to be your mouthpiece and eyes. In the end, let me dine  And wine with you. Let...

Humbleness is a virtue God gives to few individuals in this world, to be humble, your selfish interest is dead, shoulders are not raised above your head and your humbleness allure more honorable individuals to you, this virtue what I found in this omoluabi named Olufadi Balarabe Teniola Ayuba, He's no better mould than others but he chooses to be trained and made by delightful blacksmiths. His humbleness is what fetch amazing love and respect from cardinal points to him.  Olufadi is a born and breed in Ilorin capital city of Kwara State Nigeria, He's one of the honorable lecturers in Kwara State Polytechnic. And one of the awarded lecturer from most students Union from diverse institution, this didn't just happened as a magic but it happened because he gave most of his time to his students, guilding them through in both the educational and behavioral aspect of life. Olufadi happens to be one of the divine ladders given to student and prolific writers to climb an...

Balarabe omo Olufadi, A young fearless leader Loved by his subjects, He never despised Nor discriminate, Both weak and strong get equal accolades from him. Teniola Omo Olufadi, Epitome of handsomeness, paradigm of trueness. He skinned his flesh with humbleness And his blood vessels is filled with kindness. Being a pedagog,  he's jovial and free to all. With his alluring smile, Many cross miles  to meet with the gentleman. Ayuba Omo Olufadi, A author of love and progress, He's fearless fishing out the truth, even though, the process is bitter fruit, He dim fit to brawl with atrocious acts, like a warrior, he fight with blue swords and correct his subjects with red sword. As the moon shines a new phase on you, I wish you unending progress in life, Like bolt out blues, happiness will shine forth when sadness roars. may you ride honour like horse, May your secret prayer be answered openly, May you continue to be the radiant light in deep darkness. Cheer to your new age...

In my nightmare, I saw strong souls weeping and despair, Some are lost into dark and setaceous asylum, And hope of death treats some with honorable barbarism. Some are befooled by Pope of doom, And victims are enduring sting in their room. Yet no Soul dare draw his weapon, Every man hides in scary dungeon. Some have become mope, They're gifted to spread dreadful and false hope. In extension of hell fire, fate of eternity is decided, And sorrowful souls are after anointing of devil's shepherd. In my nightmare, there's a way which glitters with gold and clear, But the end thereof leads to grave. I saw some purples digging pit of waste, While church rats grow skinner and debased. The wretched are many, With heavy burden, they move without a penny, Depression hovering around them like a dove, they wish they haven't come from above. I was touched by the picture of world in my nightmare, how could a world made from words, Turns to region of hell to those who are created in di...

They think I was a player because I was devoted to the game They thought I worked hard on my offense to break down these women’s defenses just to score They think it’s the body count that made me manipulate them into my arms to get between their legs They think I’m satisfied with a different woman in my bed every night When during the day, even my bed can feel the loneliness They think I love the easy women They think it’s for the cool points that my heart grew cold They think they have me figured out Another dog chasing after every female dog in the streets They think I’m happy with all the texting buddies, but no wife But they don’t know They don’t know how tired I am of this, how tired I am of myself How tired I am of living like this How tired I am of these games, but that’s the only way I can score with a chick. They don’t know how after sleeping with these ladies, I wish I had more chemistry with at least one of them to cuddle, to give goodnight kisses and wake up beside. They do...

As the preparation of 2023 general election is blazoning, many valid Nigerians are at the station waiting to board coach that will take them to promise land. There are many driver with different conductors and hooligans advertising and calling people into their master's exaggerated coach. Past eras, we have learned that leadership is more than what eyes can see, what mouth will taste or peanuts our hands will pocketed, but rather Leadership is by killing one's self-interest and table the subject's interest, serving them like a true servant- leader and making life better for every individuals. Reversed is the case in Nigeria, among the political class in Nigeria, who has these characteristics among them? the result of 2023 general election will forever linger in our memory for good eight years, the better the decision, the better life become for the us and vice versa.  After the 2015 general election, Nigeria can hardly find it title as the giant of Africa due th...

Covetousness opened eyes to oppression, like a planted seed oppression grows to produce the fruit called depression which suppress  and become heavy burden on our heart... Pains which can't be relate kills little by little. Pushing through thorny asile, your flesh peeled off and at the end, you found no green light?  What echoes next? Suicide ‼️ But I was told it's not the next move  Keep pushing till grave have you 💔😞

welcome to cesspool, nakedness is free and cool to sicking souls of fool. evil walks not in the night,  He overrules days and nights. Sodomites have become our knight, been glorified in mortal bodies of ephebic kids. Perished souls of gomorrah are re​ju​ve​nating to life, they're waxing stronger in pornographic attitude. Perilous times is nigh, men in suit are raised  under the unstoppable flow of devil's oil  presaging lies from depths of hell. welcome to perilous times, love of money turn blood to bête ​noire gambling and illicit act are done in sacred place, Tune of war sounds pleasant to ear of our fallacious leaders. A man with flesh and blood, claiming anointing from on high, planting fear in heart of sheep stealing from bowls of beggars in of Almighty  and afflictions grows in our land. Perilous times is nigh, Ruler of darkness are nigh, vanquishing light and purity, souls of our brothers are eaten by vulture in battleground. Welcome to cesspool, B...

A Confucius scholar once said and l quoted "The first fifty years of a country determines how long the country will be on earth".Nigeria became a formally independent federation on October 1, 1960. It experienced a civil war from 1967 to 1970, followed by a succession of democratically-elected civilian governments and military dictatorships, until achieving a stable democracy in the 1999 presidential election; the 2015 election was the first time an incumbent president had lost re-election. The fifty years of Nigeria after independent has however recorded a terrific future of the nation, every sectors in Nigeria are dilaptating everyday yet the countrypeople never sized to believe their leaders for positive change. All over the world, Nigeria is known as the giant of Africa, owing to its large population and economy and is considered to be an emerging market by the World Bank. It is multinational state inhabited by more than 250 ethnic groups speaking 500 distinct...

 🌹Risk is the pills I take everyday. I aid it to my stomach with sacrifice which I hardly tell everyone... I smile, I post meme like happy dude, yeah I act like a naughty guy 🤦‍♂️, but I never lose guard because the battle is within me and me ALONE .🌹 But if I tell you, you wouldn't believe the war going on in me RN🥺 You asked me, Who do I really want to be?  It's a funny question I ever heard in my life 🥲. Here's my reply, there's no better version of ME than ME, I'm the best of my kind, greatest of my kind.. if you are doubting, ask those fallen spermatozoas that engaged war with me then, they will tell you how I defeated em, how strong I am and I'm not backing out in the strength RN ✊ Let me end my rubbish here,  "I will never wish to be anybody, because everyone has their demon they are fighting. not all that glitters is gold, I wish to be ME"  🏵️Life in different facet, my rich friend is SS, he's spending his father's wealth to get...

On island of beauty, I found you, my heartthrob Blessed with character and beauty, Your mantrap mesmerized my stony heart and turned me into voracious drunkard.  I gazed at sun, Burning in the sky, Yet the blue melt not, I'm son of man  gazing at your ravishing beauty  which burn like sun and it melt my heart. For bite of your lips, I'm ready to bring  You the scent of Beautiful tulips. For warmth of  your body, I'm ready to  wrap you betwixt my arm. Queen of my empire, Your beauty is like the  mirror reflection of an angel, Are you a warrior? Your beauty is unfathomable, Dear, you're meant to conquer  my heart and the universe. What shall I compare your love?  because I'm more beguiled  by your wit and wisdom. your eye reflect tender  and burning love whose flame never goes down.     

My head is emaciating,   Like poisoned noesis, Heart is filled with sour liquor, which made soul totter out of my flesh. I'm filled with rejection, Thoughts of grave crossed my mind Even death lures me like bawd, And my good heart turn to bad. I walked with bowled head, least blade of death dropped my hair, With burdens of burning depression which becomes hunchback, clinging to me. What shall I say of the route? my path is slippery and dark like asile of hell. Round me becomes cemetery, the voice in me echoes loudly, " You are a loser" ! With light at the end of asile And steps I've taken, I knew I have covered more but the voice in me is drooping my sailing ship.

Agriculture is an ancient savior to mankind, right from the days of our forefathers till date, The importance of Agriculture cannot be over emphasized in planet we called earth, it plays a major role in economic growth and development. As the provider of food, it is an essential element of human existence. As a furnisher of industrial raw materials it is an important contributor to economic activity in other sectors of the economy. It was the key development in the rise of inactive human civilization, whereby farming of domesticated species created food surpluses that enabled sustain life of urban settlers. Agriculture is defined as the science, art, or practice of cultivating the soil, producing crops, and raising livestock and in varying degrees the preparation and marketing of the resulting products. Among the the top producing countries of agricultural products are the United States, China, India, and Russia respectively. In elevating African intra-trade to unlock agriculture ...

  chasing the wind of life like swam of bee, we neither rest or sleep, thoughts of tomorrow is painted in  our insomniac night, yet red pen filled our dairy. Our to-do list is never complete, From childhood, we engraved future in our hardened heart least erosion washed it not. As we grow, reality hits us like the bull kicked the runner, the illusion of childhood becomes nightmare, Everyone is scared to show their shortcomings. We covered it with "it's the Lord's doing and it is marvelous in our sight" Lilliputian minds are we 😂. Now as I write, I knew my uncle was right, when he promised and failed, Reality is hitting him, He rejected my calls and faced his golgotha.  Tomorrow is never a promise, Yet we planned for morrow like creator, And the grave remind our foot of six feet, But we never care. I wonder why God created night, After my thoughts, I think it's our right, But it illustrated the stage of the universe, All were perfect at our birth, Noon was filled w...

A nation in Alkebulan— Dwells in river of living blood, Flowing from fountain of pallid phratries’ vein, Their flesh is grind on the street of no mercy. A nation in Alkebulan, Tearful and sorrowful news sounds  Like a good tidings,  Received by heavy and sombre heart. A nation in Alkebulan, I see men working under oppression Their hallow souls are dwelling in depression Yet they replied ‘ I’m good’ to impressed. A nation in Alkebulan, The rich never lack meat on their tables And the poor never mind to go on — Working under the instructions of hunger, They work from ground to mouth. No savings because their future is gloomy. A nation in Alkebulan, Devil incarnated as holy fleshs, Cooking the bodies of pallid phratries With their blood and sweat. He then served those who abide by his law. A nation in Alkebulan, Democracy is defined as The government of the demons, Elected by the inflicted people  For the betterment of the demons. A nation in Alkebulan, For so lo...

Burning torch was I years back, set upon the hill of dark city, shining like sun and I was scorch, Quenching the gelatinous darkness, But now, why is my light sitting under shadow? Greener pasture was I years back, breeding knowledgeable fruits to those who desires to know about life, I restored peace to disheartened souls,  But now, why is Sahara better than I? Castle of sapience was I years back, Built with illuminate wisdom, Fools run in and become wise, But now, why am I an empty barrel? Warrior was I years back, Fighting with two edged sword, Killing atrocious feelings And bring the captivated peachy feelings. But now, why am I novice to handle sword? Like a burning wood was I years back, Bringing warm to the cold, Bringing the true beauty of a gold, When the darkness roared, I burn in boldness. But now, why am I an otiose ashes? What happened to my living words? that pierced the heart of wicked men like swords, Years back, my words embossed joy from graveyard, Wh...

I profound my calefacient salutations to you in this New African Youth Leadership League first ever “PRONUNCIATION COMPETITION ”, An event targeted to educate and entertain each and everyone of us. Of course, I acknowledged the presence of my indefatigable lecturers, Students Union Government, Institute leaders, the departmental leads, my team, the 21/22 NAYLLITE team leads and noble participants. The New African Youth Leadership League was born nine years ago by Mr David (The Baker) and his team, the aim of this group is to nurture a credible and worthy African Leader that will illuminate the darkness of this present world to light. This group is full of many voices proclaiming the in-depth truth mankind needed in this age. Many talent has gone far because of the nature of people they related with and this is the rationale behind the development of NAYLL. The journey of NAYLL is liken to the children of Israel. It started on a bad footing but to God be the glory, the assoc...

I'm caught between dark and light, Skin color is beautiful and dark, Born in era of war between strong and weak, Yet I'm struggling to stay in holy light. Heart of men is bloody and dark, Purging truth is like dung and junks in the auricles of dungeon lovers. voice of destruction filled the melodious trumpet. Like a Shepard dog, I'm forbidden to bark  When I knew the truthful landmark my mouth is covered with affluent's dactyl! Tears of pain and consequences  Runs down my cheeks But no one knew the parable of my barking,  They prefer the flagitious workers. Woe hovering around me  like dove in River Jordan. anguish of despising truth held  my spirit like walking Dead. At first cry of life, Mouth is given the gift of sound, But grave Squalled at my synoptic verity,  Till now, our Earth is imprisoned in darkness.

Some days happened out of plan, But death comes with his scary fork, picking all good from plate, And entertained by tickling clock, Our death days are dated on moving date. When you were shot  We felt a raging rush  In our heart. Our face we bath in misery tears Heroes! Why are you marching to outer worlds? When you answer us no more, Your wooden box glitters than  Burning gold of volcanic rock, Why do you left in perilous times?  When the land opened his wide mouth, Swallowing you to his putrid belly, Our tears couldn't stop his wickedness, Our grieve couldn't shut his belly, But our hope is that heavens has gained you. Heroes! your name echoed loud in ear of every being like a daring thunder, Days of your journey to the heaven, You are like a tree that gives peace to weak birds, Your death is the fall of the tree, where will the weak birds dwell? Your death isn't the end but the door to outer worlds Your death has opened you to eternal love, Your death...

Dear poetry pad, I had neglected you like a leprosy, Procrastination et life had built in me an eembassy, That made me to concorded with blank heart to express absolute hypocrisy, Yet I want to fill the vaccum of idiocy. Dear poetry pad,  I left you to know about life; About love and hate! Friends and families! Fire and water! plentiful and famine! Birth and Death!! Yet life is tempestuous wind;I can't catch up with. Dear poetry pad,  life taught me that wild beings loves me, But friends and families hate me, they smile like a father ready to welcome prodigal son, but their thoughts is of Cain. while wild beings snarl at me to show their intentions. Dear poetry pad, I left you to join labour market, It is written that man must till the ground for greens, I had no friends or families to lean on their shoulders is full of blazing iron thorn Ready to tear my flesh apart when I desist from being their puppet. Dear poetry pad, The street is full of mysteries, I found my...

Living in total darkness for ages No butterfly from the sun, The moon laughed devilishly - Like a sheepclothing Hyena Cloud bend with darkness Thunder is set to beat the heavens. Earth gladly welcome death! sorrow! Pain and grievous lamentations !! Sounds like pleasant instrumental to the victims, huh? Life is dancing to tune of destruction, No one is willing to call God for construction, Clergymen twisted God's information, And earth withdraw from glimmery light.

I was full of Mercury, that I forgot life is blind and weary, Full of sweetness and misery, Pains and horror become my auxiliary, like old man, I Walk with three legs. In war of getting rich, sword of dishonesty peg my vital parts like lifeless soil. In search of better future, which school of thought said, "it lies In ancient desert of hatred and death". I stumbled on a written of my grandsires, "Home, land of silence, glory is the sun! material things are dungs and worthless, Land full of white roses Purer minds dwell in the white mansions above" My quest for future seized like a dull child, I looked to the sky, the cloud was dark and bending, Raging with lightning bolt ready to devour earth, I thought end of ages is near. Sand stood like gaint chasing me to a dark cave But I clinged to the plate of aromatic message of my grandsires. I'm fond of the plate where ancient messages Was written, metaphorically, I thought there's  key to the white ...

My spirit is shattered like broken bones, My hands are dead like skeleton in grave, My wisdom is lost in bright darkness, And my soul walks in distress like scheol's slave. Words isolated me like pandemic, Metaphor and simile turned me to amoebic, Paradox and Personification neglected me like epileptic, Yet my heart long to know their systematic... Thoughts battle with my emotions, Days without words turned my face blooming & gloomy, Dew of nescient wet my daily book, And sun of wisdom hides behind the bending cloud. I throw tantrum to my love ones; they knew not that my soul breathe in distress. I fought my brain to bleed beingness words And cut my heart for flow of living words To quench thirst of burning throats. The air around me feels like smoke from pit of hell, Evil is written in my thoughts; villain am I. Mortal food never quench my hunger! But the words that proceed from the fountain of wise men. Like a food to my suffering soul, The words of wise men app...

I was thunderstruck when I replied this question with hot tears flowing down my cheek, I couldn't take it off my head for days and as it is, my unborn generation will learned from it because it can't escaped my memory. I could vividly remember that ten years ago, I was ten years old with bright hope of better twenty years, dreaming of coming out of university with first class degree, working in a conducive enivironment and having my own house and car without involving in illegal act to achieve my dreams.  This very question reminds of my favorite poem in college, "Panic of growing older" by Lenrie Peters, The theme of the poem is a stretch of human life, stating from one's teen years to later .. life. As one ages, one wonders what is in stock for one. Thus, the main idea could be said to be the various stages of one's exist hence, imbued with going into the future with expectation and of the actual old age which may not be as one had thought at the...