PROMISE WRITES OUTLET

By Promise Odejide  For Naija, fuel subsidy dey cause wahala, E don dey tey, e don turn kolomental palava. Government talk say dem go remove di subsidy, But Nigerians dey vex, dey ask for clarity. People dey suffer, fuel price dey skyrocket, Naso transport fare come dey overtake night flight. Economy dey shake, people dey complain, Wetin dey happen, na so we go remain? Fuel scarcity dey reign, queues dey long, People dey shout, say e don do, e don do wrong. Fuel stations, dem lock up, no fuel to sell, Na frustration and hardship, e don turn our dwell. Subsidy na money wey dem suppose save, But e seem say na pocket money dem dey rave. Politicians dey chop, while we dey suffer, E be like say our leaders dey turn us to buffer. Naija people, make we rise, make we demand change, Make we no dey accept dis subsidy derange. We deserve better, make we fight for our rights, Naija no suppose be like dis, we need daylight. Government, hear our cry, address our pains, Fuel subsidy p...

A story of Dead night, where death's presence is near, A love story unravel, both tragic and severe. Beneath the pale moon's glow, a haunting song sighs, As love's forbidden dance begins, where darkness never dies. She, a phantom of beauty, draped in mournful guise, A ghostly apparition with hollow, sorrowful eyes. He, a lost soul, condemned to wander through the night, Seeking solace in her arms, a love he can't ignite. Their hearts meshed in agony, bound by spectral chains, Yet passion's flame ignites their souls in eerie strains. Amidst the crumbling ruins, where shadows play their part, They find comfort in the depths of their tormented hearts. Their love, a macabre drapery woven in despair, Each kiss an icy breath, a taste of death's cold air. Their souls, forever knotted in a dance of sorrow, Two spirits entangled, dreading the break of tomorrow. In moonlit graveyards, they find consolation in decay, Hugging death's cold touch, while love h...

Oh, there's no light at the end of the tunnel, Just darkness and gloom, oh, what a bundle! No hope, no joy, no rays of sunshine, Just an eternal abyss, a grand decline. Why bother searching for that flash of hope? Just clench the despair, let yourself mope. Life's just a series of disappointments, No happy endings, no blissful ointments. Forget about dreams and aspirations, They're all just silly, futile creations. No purpose, no meaning, just endless strife, Welcome to the world devoid of life. You see, the tunnel is where dreams go to die, Where optimism withers, bids goodbye. No need for excitement or anticipation, Just endless drudgery and constant frustration. So let me jollificate in darkness, till the end, let me hold unto the bitterness until the end. where there's no light, no hope, just sarcasm and disdain, In this tunnel of darkness, let all of me remain. © Demigod 

Within the enthralled darkness,  my soul is sold out to the underworld, Where shadows dance in twisted grace, And secrets whisper, unfurled. In depths unseen, a realm unknown, My spirit wanders, lost and prone. Seduced by whispers, tempting cries, I yield my essence, as darkness lies. The underworld's presence, a wicked lure, Its promises entice, my will unsure. Within its clutches, I'm bound, confined, A captive to the depths of my mind. Yet even this stygian domain, A tinge of light, a hope remains. For deep within, a spark ignites, A beacon of truth amidst the nights. With courage as my guide, I strive, To break free from the shadows alive. To reclaim my soul, untainted and free, From the clutches of this grim decree. Through trials endured, I shall emerge, From the depths of darkness, I'll surge. And rise anew, with strength untold, A phoenix reborn, uncontrolled. For even in the darkest hour's plight, There lies the seed of eternal light. So, fear not t...

Dear Sweetheart, Upon this blessed book, my pen pirouettes,  Time and talent knotted, a dance begets.  In the pool of Mr. Health, I wish you reside,  While I stroll on wellness' cooling breeze, by its side. Sweetie pie, this marvel unfolds for one reason alone, My love for you, dear honey, spontaneously grown.  As I stand against the wall, aligned in perfect grace, Thoughts of you consume me, a fantastic enlace. You, a girl of brilliance, fantabulous in form,  An anthem of love surges, an inner pendulum's storm.  Decipher, I beg you, these words from my core,  The love that oozes, an endless, profound encore. Darling, cease the harangue, accept my heart's plea, For my love surpasses that of snakes for their prey. Each day, I commence with dreams of your grace, Your presence halts my being, a reversal of pace. My medulla oblongata, silenced in your gaze,  Crazy it may seem, yet veracity conveys.  Within my encephalon, secrets yet u...

Within the treacherous waters, we set sail our ship,  A vessel fragile on life's stormy sea.  Its hull, once sturdy, now begins to slip,  As waves of chaos crash relentlessly. The compass spins, its needle lost in fear,  No guiding star to lead us through the night.  We navigate through shadows, drawing near  To hidden dangers lurking out of sight. The currents pull, the winds begin to howl,  As treachery creeps in with whispered lies. Deception's hand, a traitor's venom foul,  Taints friendships true, leaving hearts in disguise. The crew, united, strong amidst the storm,  Defies the treacherous nature of the deep.  With steadfast hearts, they weather every norm,  Their bond unbreakable, their courage steep. For life's a voyage, filled with ups and downs,  A test of wills against the raging tides.  But in the face of treachery, it drowns,  When trust is lost, and faith within subsides.

On Children's Day, the world is like a garden of dreams, where the possibilities are endless. The days are filled with joy and laughter, and the night is filled with stars and wishes. The children, like little flowers, blossom with each new experience. They are learning and growing, exploring and discovering. They are full of life, curiosity, and joy. The adults, like gardeners, nurture and guide the children, helping them to reach their full potential. They provide support, encouragement, and love. They are the wind beneath the children's wings, helping them to soar higher and further than they ever thought possible. On this day, the garden of dreams is in full bloom. The children are playing, laughing, and dreaming. They are creating memories that will last a lifetime. They are learning, growing, and discovering. The adults are watching and smiling. They are proud of the children for all they have accomplished, and all that they will continue to achieve. On this d...

  In the garden of my sorrow, Where tears fall like rain, I sow the seeds of hope, Amidst the soil of pain. Each tear becomes a droplet, Nourishing the seeds below, And from the depths of darkness, New life begins to grow. I plant the seeds of resilience, With every teardrop shed, For amidst the deepest heartache, Strength rises from the dead. The tears become the whispers, That echo through the earth, And as they touch the soil, New beginnings find their birth. From the seeds of broken dreams, Flowers of resilience bloom, Their vibrant petals dancing, Chasing away the gloom. The roots draw from the sorrow, And turn it into grace, For every tear that falls, Brings healing in its embrace. In this garden of emotions, Where tears and laughter blend, I find solace in the knowledge, That pain can still transcend. So, let the tears keep falling, For they water seeds of grace, And in the midst of planting, Hope will find its rightful place. © Promise Olamilekan Odejide 22/Marc...

  I, Alabi have been to nooks and cranes of Earth, To find words that no man has ever unearth, To praise and adore your incomparable beauty, Here is my billet-doux my dearest cutie. Your eyes, two orbs of celestial light, Reflecting the stars, shimmering through the night. Like sapphire oceans, deep and profound, They hold the secrets of our love, yet to be found. Your smile, a crescent moon in the sky, Radiates warmth, like sunbeams from up high. It paints the world in colors so bright, Igniting my souls with sheer delight. Your voice, a melody that stirs my soul, Whispering sonnets, making spirits whole. Each word a verse, a sound of desire, Igniting flames, setting my hearts on fire. Your touch, a gentle breeze upon my skin, Euphoria awakened, as passions begin. Caressing with tenderness, like petals' enlace, Leaving trails of longing, in love's perfect chase. Your presence, a muse for me to adore, Inspiring my verses never heard before. A work of art, a masterpiece divine, ...

  In era of hunger and beginning of sapa dispensation, The destiny of great nation, rest on shoulders of Garri, The balance diet filled with nourishing nutrition, It's the saviour from time of sheu shagari. When our hope is bleak, This humble food that many seek. A sustenance born from cassava's might, Garri, the hero of the darkest night. From the hands that toil, the cassava's grown, Tended with love, by farmers unknown. Roots dug from earth, with patience and care, Transformed to garri, a meal we share. In dusty mills, the cassava's crushed, Its starchy essence released and hushed. Water's embrace, a gentle baptism, Then sieved and sieved, to remove the schism. The fine grains settle, sun-dried with grace, A golden carpet on nature's face. With time and fire, transformation's call, The garri takes shape, ready to enthrall. In humble kitchens, where dreams take flight, The garri dances, casting its light. The pot sizzles, as oil sings a song, T...

As Nigerians clamor for good governance, one essential facet that cannot be circumvented is the significant participation of the youth in politics, Despite facing considerable challenges, Nigerian youths have been vocal in mandating for change and promoting good governance.  In Nigeria, the youth occupies a substantial percentage of the population, and their engagement in governance and politics is very paramount. On myriad occurrences, young people across Nigeria have been instrumental in driving important political transformations from toppling dictators to influencing constitutional reforms, the youths have been so vibrant. Therefore, the youths need to be so observant in ensuring good governance principles are completely embraced in all intersections of the country. Of course, it should be noted that to build on this impetus of youth participation in politics, there is a need for deliberate efforts by the legislative to leverage the playing field. The need to crea...

In our daily lives, we rely on content to understand and interpret the world around us. Content provides essential cues and references that shape our understanding of language, actions, and events. However, what lies beyond the content? Are there realms of meaning and interpretation that extend beyond the immediate content? This delves into the concept of "Beyond the Content" and explores its implications for communication, understanding, and the evolution of language Beyond the content lies the truth that was fabricated from the blind audience who are believed that Hypodermic Needle Model is best model to convey information to them. In order to adopt this hypodermic needle model, the media make use framing theory to convey information in their respective satisfaction without considering the effects it has on their audience.  Framing theory, also known as the theory of framing, is a concept within the field of communication and social psychology that examines how...

  In shadows deep, where anguish lies, My soul entangled, its spirit cries. With heavy heart and burdened mind, Depression's grip, so unkind. A tempest brews within the soul, A haunting darkness taking its toll. The weight of sorrow, hard to bear, Engulfing hope, leaving despair. But listen now, for I shall say, There's strength within me to find a way. In darkest hours, when hope seems lost, A flame still flickers, no matter the cost. Embrace the pain, let my tears release, For healing starts when pain finds peace. "Reach out!" my soul said, don't be alone, Seek solace in the love that's shown. In gentle moments, let nature heal, Embrace its beauty, let it reveal The whispers of hope, the song of light, Breaking through shadows with all its might. I'm not defined by this darkness deep, My worth, my essence, it still shall seep Through cracks of sorrow, to mend and mend, A story of strength, that shall transcend. And though it seems a long, uph...

By:  Promise Olamilekan Odejide In the tapestry of life, you are my muse, A symphony of love, a soul I'll never lose. With each passing day, my heart's canvas unfurls, I'll weave you a poem, the most precious of pearls. Your smile, a sunbeam that brightens my days, Your laughter, a melody that forever plays. In your eyes, I find solace, a tranquil retreat, A sanctuary of love, where our spirits meet. Your touch is a gentle breeze, soothing and warm, It carries me away, shields me from life's storm. With you by my side, I'm invincible, strong, Together we'll dance, to life's sweetest song. Through the seasons of life, our love will bloom, In radiant colors, defying any gloom. For you are my anchor, my guiding light, In your embrace, everything feels just right. Your presence, a gift, a treasure untold, A love story written in letters of gold. With you, I've found home, a sanctuary true, Forever I'll cherish and adore you. So here's a poem, my love...

Leadership is a delegate post that is transparent to the followers. Leadership lesson comes to every individuals in their childhood days, this is when they are observing how others respond to criticism, confront failure, and communicate to large groups, through this observation, one begins to develop personal habits and thought processes. In lieu of the above stated, leadership position is a learning process which can’t be overemphasized, it has to be unravel one after the other. Leaders are the most unfortunate individuals in the world, because ideal leaders always are disconsolate over the unfulfilled goals, expectations, frustrations and disillusionment but the combatant hearts stand strong in raging Storm of hopeless and despair, this shows the never-say-die spirit in the ideal leaders. Narrow down to Students’ leadership, the students leadership needs to undergo earnest reformation in order to propagate succulents progress that will benefit the students community. T...