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| CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 6:19am On Jun 30, 2018 |
La beauté de la créativité Creativity is not limited to craft, nor drawing or painting, it also extends to writing, Painting with words to express oneself, either in letters or orally (Spoken Word). The group is to help us develop individually as our work will be subjected to constructive criticism/reviews As well as debate, and advise. It's also a platform to teach, and shape us. A day will come when the story inside you will want to breathe on its own, and that's when you'd start writing Send Whatsaap message: JOIN TO "0803 054 6462" Send message in this format: join writers group. Cheers. 5 Likes 1 Share |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 6:21am On Jun 30, 2018 |
*************************** POLICE IS YOUR FRIEND. NOTE: "This is not to insult the Nigeria Police Force," Rather, it is dedicated to the bad eggs hidden among the good ones'. The Police Is Your Friend (PISYF!!!) “The police is your friend.” This has been the motto of the Nigeria police since the inception of the NPF (Nigeria Police Force). "The Police is your friend." That's the motto, That's what they say... "They call him my friend." Motto, dead as scrap, Rot as egg, stink as corpse. Words Impotent as prick, Lame as sagging breasts, Breasts sagging- Like bag of salt! "Such eye saw." See lie, as black-burnt- As coal. Coal as black-burnt As lie... My lamentations... "The Police is your friend." Whoever said it, Was either ignorant, Or part of 'em- Black-blue uniform grieve- Inflicting circus... Returning from- His factory work 9:00 pm That too mean angry- Monday night... Never knew the devil, Had set him up with his son (the police). First, He held him up, Second, he took all his money, Third, he took his fake Gucci watch too. Punched him in the ribs. And young man couldn't eat- Nor breathe for days thereafter. X-ray says fractured ribs. He killed Mutiu The bus conductor, All for shandy, Under the bridge at Oshodí, See this son of satan. Caroline's pregnant belly, He ripped opened with stray bullet... Christ! Kola, O.A.U finalist, He killed along sàgàmu road, To dispossess boy of fees- And shoes. This son of Lucifer, tagged him: "ROBBER KILLED IN ACTION." "ROADKILL", made a roadkill. Still, "The Police is your friend." Ótàfà sóké tó yídó bòrì Èsu lààlu òbayè jè là n royé. I reported an abuse of me To him, Said, 'cept I grease his palms He wouldn't do the needful, Three hours after I helped myself He came, Picked me up, Beat me up, And locked me up. Damn! How he fxcked me up. Still, tied me up, As my assailant Now complainant did greased his- Devil's palms. Officer! Please, let me out, Said till I pay the bail. After all, they say: "bail is free..." Yet, "The Police is your friend." Mtchweee... He terrorizes all, As the prince of hell... Dead drunk with all- Taped AK47 in hand, Ancient rusted cuffs, And empty tear gas canister- Dances on his waist His uniforms, All thread bare- With patches in the bottom... His toes peeping out of his fake shoes, Terrorizing the civics For no just course But for drunk course. Somebody help, help, heelp! Before this terror- In black-blue-black uniforms, Unjustly twist the future to rest. “The police is your friend." These bad eggs, In The Nigeria Police Force, Are no friends of mine! © Cyrus O. Jesunifemi ( _May 2018._ ) *************************** 1 Like |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 5:08am On Jul 21, 2018 |
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| Re: CLOSED by AmaUwana(f): 6:27am On Jul 21, 2018 |
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| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 10:51am On Sep 24, 2018 |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 11:04am On Sep 24, 2018 |
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| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 10:21am On Oct 26, 2018 |
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| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 11:42am On Nov 03, 2018 |
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| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 10:11am On Nov 25, 2018 |
REASON WHY I HATE THE GUY-IGNORANCE There’s just a thin line between *“IGNORANCE AND SIN,”* Line, line like that drawn by a Pencil, that even the air can’t squeeze through And would be squashed if it eventually do… Sin is destructive, eats all up like cancer, same with ignorance: both are self detrimental. "Ignor-ance," according to the Merriam Webster dictionary: is The state or fact of being ignorant, that is Lacking in knowledge, education, or awareness. Wiki, says the word ignorance is an adjective, that is Describing a person in the state of being unaware, And is often (incorrectly) used to describe individuals who deliberately ignore Or disregard important information or facts. Honestly, I'm not criticizing these definitions, and Wiki's view, but the word ignorance isn’t incorrectly used to describe individuals who deliberately ignore Or disregard important information or facts, because, that’s what they do. Now, look at it this way, Like they say: "the ignorance of the law is no excuse." If I'm punished for my ignorance of the law Obviously, ignorance is no excuse. Then, you’d agree that I was expected to have known better Which means I'm expected to up hold the law in all esteem, by every necessary means. So, I ought to have studied what the law says, instead, I deliberately ignored, and I was punished for my ignorance because I ignored the books of the law to study them, couldn’t act accordingly therefore, because, I was ignorant, and that’s because, I ignored. And since I wouldn't know what the law says, I broke the law ignorantly, and I was punished, and for that, the law was justified. Let's look at it again: Ignorance, that is to say: ignore and acne= ignorance Ance, denoting an action. If you asked me, I'd tell you ignorance is a deliberate act Which has become so embedded within us, so that we live it as part of our lives, and ignore the truth. Eaten so deep into the core of us so that we live in excuses of it, and therefore Ignore the necessaries And when challenges arises suddenly, finding no knowledge to lift a standard against it, to confront it, then, we say: I was ignorant, Instead of saying I was ignoring, or I ignored. Someone once said: An example of ignorance, Is someone showing up to a fancy cocktail party In a casual outfit. That's how to describe ignorance. He could have asked or even Google it, “What to wear to a cocktail party.” Instead he ignored and went ahead. The rest of the story is self explanatory Just like "- would say.” A lot of us Are ignorant because We've been ignoring our environment and the things that crave our attention. We even ignore the books especially, and this renders us uneducated in so many areas, thereby crippling our minds. Not withstanding the school you attended Or the qualifications you've got, or your laurels, ignorance is the cultivator of mediocrity. Or Was it not Will Durant who said: Education is a progressive discovery of our own ignorance. Minister Louis Farrakhan once said: “It is not bad not to know a thing, But it is bad not to find out what you don't know, After you know that you don't know.” Real knowledge is to know the extent of one's ignorance. -Confucius THIS IS WHY I HATE THE GUY-IGNORANCE, MR. IGNORANCE, I HATE YOU!!! I refuse to be an ignorant man in this world. What do you say for yourself? © Cyrus O . Jesunifemi |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 4:15pm On Dec 01, 2018 |
******* SLAY QUEEN EVENTUALLY Life, like an old man, in his wheel chair, pot of cigar hangs in the corner of his mouth, cap tipped over as he observes... Sighs. She's the slay Queen, as she says, so she is. Slay mama, slays... The killer. She befriended Chris, who lost the job that took the fool twelve years to find, she laid with Akin, who she instigated, spent his inheritance on alcohol, clubs, parties, and hotels, he eventually turned a street boy with the junkies doing crack, you took Alhaji Mustapha away from his two wives and nine kids, and the slowpoke eventually smashed himself against a low bed at Majidun bridge in a haste to catch up with your nagging. Juliet, she’s twenty four, first daughter of a widow, final year student of business administration, now on Toyin street trading “self” for few thousands and a couple of pinches of “Whites,” she only met you twenty four weeks ago. Slay Queen, skin as ripe as plantain's, lashes heavy as lid, nails as long as pencil, tummy folds all over, full of fat from junk. You remind me of rotten water watermelon, slay Queen. Eventually, you'd slay yourself too, and we shall say; ashes to ashes, dust to dust, slay to slay, and Queen is dead, and the earth shall rest. Yes, rest. ©Cyrus O. Jesunifemi ******* |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 9:40pm On Dec 13, 2018 |
*If you don't read books, you ain't living, and if you ain't living, you're wasting, and every waste is trashed. It's all a matter of time.* Cyrus O. Jesunifemi |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 5:36pm On Dec 19, 2018 |
Writing is like painting, at some point you get so high, so elevated that you'd begin to think you're literally in the 4th dimension... And it's like the tap of that dimension is opened into your head. You can scribble as much as you could, but endeavor to brood over (it's at this point that you must write with style) the birthed baby so he doesn't turn out to be a bastard, yet a beautiful child. Cyrus O. Jesunifemi |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 6:52am On Jan 07, 2019 |
******* The world doesn't give a pinch of salt, nor the prickle of a needle about you, as a matter of fact, when he knows you're good, he raises more critics than lovers. How bout that? Then, you want to burst your ass wanting to get appraisal from the haters. It's like asking the devil to introduce you to Jesus. Cyrus O. Jesunifemi. ******* |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 11:37am On Jan 09, 2019 |
******* *LIFE* Life is full Of times that are hard, Hard as rock… Prickling thorns. Burns, and bruises, Scratches, and the scrapes, Tears… cuts, and stabs Leaving you with scars. Life is full of memories: Mixed… Pleasants, and the unpleas,” Leaving your mouth feel like Herbs and the sweets, Lollipop and Citrus Peels, Like a two way street. Life is like a rodeo, You won't be needing a radio On a unprotected bronc riding, It’s a "rough stock" ‘vents, From team roping, Tie to the down roping, Multiple bull riding, To the steer wrestling. Life is like a bitch, She pisses In your face when drunk And do you over. Life is like a diamond, It deals you according to your faith! Such is LIFE. *©Cyrus O. Jesunifemi* ******* |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 10:27pm On Jan 09, 2019 |
Certifications They say school expand our horizon… Malcolm X must have been deaf, For he dropped out, And got caged for burglary At twenty. And world renowned for What he learnt in prison. Sixteen years of my life Was taken by the institutions: “Schools.” I’m looking for job, And I’m renowned for job hunts. “X” spent seven years in prison, Made a hero, icon, and history So that we can’t forget him. Father already abandoned me, Believes he wasted money Sending me to schools... Mother, paranoid Thinks the witch From fathers household got me. Dr. Patrick the therapist Believes it's the weed, The gin, and the opium Addiction That's done me. But Pastor says, It’s deliverance that I need, Yes, I agree, “That deliverance From the craze of Certifications That forbids, mar, And eventually kills our creativity.” But one thing I know, Education isn't a function of certification. ©️Cyrus O. Jesunifemi 1 Like 1 Share |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 11:58pm On Jan 18, 2019 |
****************************** DICTION I’ve been writing since, only GOD knows when-genesis. I’ve got the dictions I can't control, I hear I'm out of control. My apologies: this ain't pride, rather, it's gifting, it's the passion that I fashion, though, here they term it creativity. Creativity, ability for to create, so I create me like some walking dictionary, and I make it missionary, now you see my diction is no ordinary. I’m stable, bearing letters like I’m scrabble, believe me, GOD’s able, so it is, He’s able. A legend once told me, “It will take more than a grenade to put me down,” Now you see, I can’t go down! The pain is, my shadow is jealous of me, he plans to murder me, the other day he was dining with Lucifer, Alpha, you promised they won’t go far, now he’s getting fat, plus he farts. I’ve been to the cop station, cop turned me down, they said I got a demon, too much pot, or cracks done me, but Babe says, “it’s the dictions I can’t control.“ I’m like Ali in his prime, like Tyson in his time, like “Holy The Field” breaking new grounds, I’ve always had new rounds. It’s always been these dictions. © Cyrus O. Jesunifemi ****************************** |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 1:02am On Jan 25, 2019 |
*************** _Memories _ *I love roses, they could be red, fine, and cool.* *The smell of a roses reminds me of my first girlfriend, she'd pick roses all along the way as we returned from school. Being a shy girl, she'd giggle, and I'd wiggle on the rail tracks...* *She wore dimples like she had them up for sale, and I love to put my finger in them like i have bought them out of sale...* *Vickie, and rose, are two memories merged into one for me.* *I'd forget you, when I forget the roses.* *I love roses, but Vickie...* *© Cyrus O. Jesunifemi* *************** |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 7:58am On Jan 25, 2019 |
*The cycle of life*- your poetically, Phoenix Lovelace d poet. During my childhood days, There was a tutor of ours With a pointed nose And he had an oval face like the moon, He was tall and sinewy like a twig of a tree ; And whenever he smiled His cheeks warped like a crescent moon. He was a gentle soul; Mellowed like a fleece, And was easily swayed like leaves of trees In the wind. One day, during class, He drew a sketch on the board Of which he called: "Cycle of life ". It was a sketch of a tender plant sprouting in the soil, And there was an arrow pointing from the tender plant towards a tree (plant has grown to a tree) , A tree bearing fruits and twigs. Then, there was another arrow pointing from the tree towards a portrait of a man feeding on its fruits. There was also an arrow pointing from the man feeding on tree's fruits to another portrait of the same man lying still Six feet beneath, decaying; There was another arrow pointing backwards from the corpse towards to the tender plant sprouting in the soil. He ended by saying: 'Man feed on plant, Plant feed on man' , Cycle of life. Another day, he strode to the class, Looking pale and gloomy, He asked: If we did recall the lessons of 'Cycle of life', We said, yes! He then said: It's a ruse! It's bullshit, he bellowed like thunders in a stormy day. He said: Christ was sold with a kiss for bucks, Man ripped man's chest to pieces, Sold his heart and kidneys for same bulks; Black killed White, Whiteman turned Blackman to slave , Atheist brawl theist; Man strangled man like a sodden towel wrung in the sink. He ended by saying: Man feeds on man, That's the Cycle of life. The next day, he came, Now a shadow of himself, He taught us of a plant called 'a lichen ', Two discrete organisms ; A fungus and an algae living as sole unit. He said: If we human could be like this lichen, Both Black and White, Atheist and theist, Of any race and tribe, The world would have been a paradise. After a month or two, We heard that our tutor , The one with the pointed nose ; Took a noose , Tethered it on his neck And dangled. |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 11:45am On Feb 04, 2019 |
**************************** MAN IS A SEED The greatest Leader who ever walked this path once said: "Except a seed dies, it lives alone." -John 12:24-25. So, I make me like that seed, And I die to self, I die to me, To self so I could live for humanity. Though, I hear, and see daily That humanity deserves it not, It's also factual that I deserve not mine either, And that makes the duo of us, Deuces!!! I'm buried beneath the soil of the heavens For humanity's sake: First, my roots, I sprout, "Jesus, the Sun of righteouseness" Is my Sunlight, And His Words my waters. As I grow, I visualize you My fruits... You are the fruits I bear. Earth would be a barren place If I die not to self For your sake. Go and do the same, For MAN IS A SEED: "Except a seed dies, it lives alone." -John 12:24-25. © Cyrus O. Jesunifemi. **************************** |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 10:46pm On Mar 16, 2019 |
*Kiss Of Death* Since Judas kissed Christ, most kisses has always been followed by either a bullet, Or a stab to the heart. Suli, has always been my best hommie until the ricochets from his gluck made a hole, the size of a baby's fist, in my chin, and claimed both my left upper and lower pre-molars, and molars, and also got the gum in that area numb. How my mouth remain is a miracle, inexplainable, yet undeniable. Me and Suli, were as close as blood and water, like flesh and the bone, as a woman and her suckling child... But the success in the coke business, brought out the true him, Suli's kiss was followed by a bullet. Betrayal ain't no trial, it's killing, that son of belial. |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 11:07am On Mar 30, 2019 |
*********************** *Irrefuteable* This is what you do, This! You always do, You take the truth, The Irrefuteable fact, That's so glaring like it's a mirror, You twist it, And Twist it, Like, It's a piece of cord. You twist it until you change it, You grind it, and lie it, Like it's some Picasso workings... You refine it by Your con. And in the end... They say, "THE POLICE IS YOUR FRIEND." This con bastards With no regards Nor respect for the irrefuteable Are no friends of mine. *© Cyrus O. Jesunfemi* *********************** |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 12:46pm On May 08, 2019 |
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| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 8:05am On May 10, 2019 |
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| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 5:58pm On May 10, 2019 |
Somebody said, Elegy is one of the richest literary forms, as it has the ability to express deep emotions that in turn influences the reader. |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 7:52pm On May 12, 2019 |
*************************************** SAD (Dedicated To The Corrupt Political Blind Leaders In Nigeria). When I said I was done, The decision was born, And grief was borne. Green pastures I seek away... And vacuum I leave a’home. One seventy million, A people led astray, Led like a mule Without a guide. In the land of the blind When a blind lead the blind, Then, a ditch is found a bond. A bond with company. One seventy, All in bond with ditch, Ditch in bond as same. Blinds breed in ditch, Ditch stretches, Large it come to be. And great darkness covers the land. Hear me! Hearken! O ye leaders of the blinds... Eyes, ye have none, Ditch, ye see not, Leaders and followers alike. Cursed, ye are to the land, Until the graves have the best of ye, This path you walked Without part, No part in the path, But waste ye lay, In it, ye’d be remembered no more As the graves have the best of ye... You’ve broken the honey hive, And the sting is vast and great: See your children, In the diasporas, stung, And Scattered they’re As the chaff carried In the wind, Waste they lay Even away, Waste they lay ...SAD!!! © Cyrus O. Jesunifemi *************************************** |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 8:26am On May 18, 2019 |
****** *Any passion driven by money is not genuine, for when the money is not available, the passion dies. But the passion not sustained by money is the kind that makes the money.* Cyrus O. Jesunifemi ****** |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 10:07pm On May 20, 2019 |
************* *GOLD DIGGER* Her name doesn't matter anymore... For she's faded with her lost glory. She won't matter. So, her name is... Never mind. I watched As we grew in her pranks In her gimmicks, As she's been A termite in my pouch Lice in my bosom, Snake in my field. The scent of deceit, Strong, thick, And dark as black. The Brutus of my Caesar. Though, I played dead, Like I was dead, She spat on my face, Picked her butt, And slapped like that, Like, "Catch me if you can." Her name doesn't matter anymore... For she's faded with her lost glory, She won't matter. So, her name is... Never mind. She was just a termite In my pouch. © Cyrus. ************* |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 11:48pm On Jun 04, 2019 |
Strength without mercy is nothing |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 7:23am On Jun 08, 2019 |
****************************************** YEAST It’s at that juncture of suicide: the world a global village, yes, it is. But, this part of the world seem to be the forest reserve that only the authority has the power to hunt, and the civic are the bush meats. More pharmacies, and cemeteries than the confectioneries, more are the jobs for the undertakers than the money bankers can bank, yet, Pastor Sam, says, “count your blessings, and name them one by one,” but the Nigerian witches are all here one on one. Graduated since before Moses wrote genesis, to find out jobs have been bought buy money bags to dash to their love ones at will. I tried my talent on writing to survive, contractors be like: “write me ten books for two dollars,” like we trading fruits, clothes or some shoes. It’s sore my gift is worth two dollars to a glutton. Then, I wish I could trade places with the likes of Adenuga, Dangote, Otedola, and Bill Gate, but here I am banging on hell’s gates. After much ado about all and nothing, then, I realized, I need a catalyst, “like yeast, I must rise.” Cyrus O. Jesunifemi ****************************************** |
| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 11:11am On Jul 02, 2019 |
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| Re: CLOSED by GRACEGLORY: 1:46am On Jul 08, 2019 |
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