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If you only know how to pick stones, make a nice stone-picker, wear good
clothes and get to work. Thinking someone will just handover the golden plates
of progress to you for free; it’ll never happen.
Brothers, our helpers are the reflections in the side mirror, when we decide to
stop working; we’ll be stopping them too. So our expectation from men is a
mirage, why not focus then.
Fellow mortals, there’s no better helper than saving yourself from squatting on
the roadside.
Tho not everyone has the same opportunity or the key to that door, if you dont
have the key, join me as we’ll be breaking it, we need to hammer in-hand.
Transferred wealth is cool (wish my dad will tell me soon that i have 1billion
naira in a secret account), but an eagle that grew up in a zoo will always think
soaring is a disease and will never even try flying but stay grounded with the big
wings . Watch!
For the let-them-see-me type; the acrobatic fish in the morning will be in the
cheap pepper soup in the evening. Calm down!
For the reckless spender – ‘Mr Nawo Nawo’; the fun-loving deer in the jungle
will soon taste its own blood. Save!
For the sluggard; the cockroach that doesn’t know when to roam or when to
sleep will be a bird’s breakfast. Wake!
For people looking for shortcuts; the chick that wants to fly on time will end up
flying with the hawk. Work!
In conclusion Brethren,
Start and create something - Be wanted, dont be a Shakespeare's son that has
the world and words close but no saying in history.
Survive! Better to be true to the grind than on a garri+groundnut-at-home
business class just because of a selfie. The plane (life) is not going to land
anyway-we can’t survive the crash. What you have behind speaks, the treasures
or is it just that selfie (now in a frame) with two burning candles.
If you only know how to pick stones, make a nice stone-picker, wear good
clothes and get to work. Work!!!

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From my album: Tales of a Dreamer (Coming Soon)
FLESH AND BLOOD
Open Letter by Olumide Olanrewaju
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Dear MrOlu,
How are you? And how's life and your business? Still struggling right? Thought
as much, but do not be weary, only what you're good at will bring you before
noblemen, keep it on.
Hope you know that no one cares. Face the facts. Man is Man.
See, your parents will tell you they've tried someday. Your extended families will
keep extending only their greetings to you. The government will advertise
occupied lucrative vacancies in the papers or pay you as if you'll never get
married or probably be barren. You'll be a laughingstock to that your underage
boss. Your female boss will start giving you that wink just to ruin your
relationship. Your male boss might even be buying you drinks every Friday night
but will never promote you. Among your supposed friends are those trying to
sleep with your girl. Your female friends just want to make Forbes list from your
income. The street guys are waiting for you to order for beers and party all
night. The street girls are waiting for a token for sex. Your colleagues are
waiting for the day you'll call them, Sir. The neighbours are waiting for you to
come with your begging plates.
You see! No One Cares. Life evolves around "just in case".
MrOlu, if you are lucky enough to have two or three friends that have cried and
laughed with you, never let them go cos outside this circle are people with
headache and story-listeners. More importantly, you'll meet a lady ready to
dream up with you. Don't push her away. Maybe it's just time.
Let your offspring know that why we have this life is to die feeling fulfilled one
day, imparting one or two before then is the key. Cos with or without this key
and no matter the number of cars we have, we'll all be late one day.
Tell your girls that men are ladies-in-beards - nothing special, they can be
whatever they want. Tell your boys that joblessness is not lack of jobs, but lack
of creative ideas. If they are not good at anything, they're just tools for a doer.
In your business, always create, avoid duplicating to reduce competition. In your
home, sit on the throne with the same lady at your right hand. Work as if
there's no miracle, Believe as if gold can rain. Never forget the woman that
didn't dump you somewhere or the man that didn't spare the rod.
Never blame anyone for your misfortune, there's no light without darkness
maybe that's why life is not fair. I pray you make it out like a champion, but if
becomes blurry, please open doors for your kids. Follow your dreams now while
you don't need a staff and own as many staff as possible.
My regards to the champions you're raising everywhere, keep telling them they
can be gods in their worlds but they need to be decent about it.
I love you.
Olumide Olanrew aju
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The Cry

My people cried in the rain, they didn’t notice; my people cried under the sun, it
dried up quickly. They never see us as crying citizens but instead begging
citizens, but we’ll have to still cry out our pains, be hopeful and keep our tears
of joy minimal cos even handkerchief is now expensive.

Everything is not how it used to be, even wizards now walk and sleep early so
as to wake up early to work.

My people now have to do anything just to stay alive, even the priest sees his
members cheating in a Bible Study examination, but ignores them cos the tithe
register is empty and his honorarium might reduce.

There’s nothing to show for our efforts, the president of the Barber’s Union is
completely bald. Nepotism has gotten a level 10 security clearance in all
government parastatals. The wrong is now right, they left us. Miss Bum Bum
Nigeria gets a car prize; Mr Einstein gets the handshake or a cash equivalent of
a car jack. What a jerk! in big cars.

We are law abiding, we voted for you; we exercised patience, we are lean now;
we protested, and then you gave us the water that quenches the fire but
increase our electrocution.

If you don’t know:
Babies are crying due to malnourishment
Children are crying cos they’ll sing “we are the leaders of tomorrow” in the
morning and hawk later in the day.
Unemployed youths are crying over lack of meritocracy and for building our
hope on the seashore.
Employed youths are crying over monthly don’t-kill-me stipends, stagnancy and
bad welfarism.
Businessmen/Entrepreneurs are crying over unfavourable policies and extortion.
Retirees are crying over no, small or delayed gratuity and pension.
We’ve gone far on the social media with various empty assurances, but in real
life, we are where we’ve always been.

When there’s peace, prepare for war!

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Love is always sweet on the screen but don’t be deceived, they are following a
script and they’ll shoot it where it takes forever to own in real life. We pursue
this butterfly in the garden of love till we step on a thorn and give up.
Becky grew up with her sister’s age mates, she knows so much as early as 16.
She was made to believe a lot of unnecessary things about relationship. Not
long, she started shedding her skin and now the wardrobe is filled with under
wears and the few real under wears. She’s now nocturnal in nature; always
roaming roundabouts and brothels. School is no longer the priority. The priority
is “GET A RICH GUY OR DIE TRYING”. She’s now 22 but still wakes up at
different locations every weekend next to her balance to balance the fake
lifestyle.
Henry; the cousin to the nephew of a famous politician’s father-in-law is also a
player. Lives with his rich uncle whom he claims to be his dad, he claims his
car, claims his mother and siblings are in Switzerland, claims he owns
storehouses, believe me Henry can claim he owns Dangote Group. The priority
is not to be established and yet he kept on hustling backward. The priority is
“GET A RICH BABE OR DIE TRYING”. He’s 26 now but still spends the entire
stipend he’s earning on women and popping something.
What you want is already looking for you, the starched shirts, addidas footwear
and the car key did the trick; the crop top, the curvy shape and the foundation
did it - you attract what you are. Luckily, fate brought them together. A
scammer will soon be scamming a scammer. Firstly, Henry had to stop sending
money to his poor dad in the village to do ‘initial-investment’ on Becky. Becky
had to step up her game to borrowing outfits, polishing her fake accents and
satisfying him ‘initial-investment ’. They are sowing boiled rice and expecting
fried rice as harvest -hoping they can deceive nature. Just similar to licking ice-cream placed in a sieve, soon it all melts away in
their prime, stained the glory and they discovered their wastefulness in the dusk
of their youthfulness.
Luckily she can’t abort again; unluckily he lost all his privileges. It’s time to
start all over again with some common sense coupled with serious struggle.
Looking for a boy with TV and leaving the broke ambitious man; you’ll most
likely watch him very soon on the same TV saying leaving you is the ‘stepping
stone’ in his grass-to-grace story.
Looking for instagram slayers with dead skulls over a careerist; you’ll most
likely regret it soon ‘cos the only thing she can bring to the table is how to sell
other tables for subscription.
Get everything right, don’t miss these stages with him/her, reason why you
know the couples on the cover page. The examiner (fate) will put a big question
mark in the relationship and you’ll keep on wondering why it is not working like
you see in movies.

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LIFE By Olumide Olanrewaju
All are not satisfied Some are just contented
Some have Cups; some have barrels Some have flocks; some are barren
Our hope is faithless So we’ll be drinking from our mirage.
Nothing is distributed equally Everything needed is scattered properly
Caucuses germinate from classification Our unionism is a kind of segregation
We die to eat We tame what can kill
We are absent in our prime Our presents are not presented in our presence
We struggle to gather the best We enjoy distributing our burdens
Youths are battling with myopia Adults are the one using reading glasses
What we did was someone’s random thoughts Our un-actualized ideas will raise Nobelists
H E A V E N and E A R T H is 11 The 11 letters between I and U
Though a word can’t combine both worlds But “SHOW LOVE” will do
Hunt or get hunted But either way, we are all on death row Human Race is a one-life karma game currently played by us And us is what you see in the mirror
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EXCURSION TO GALILEE - Olumide Olanrewaju

In their vain talks and doubts, a man joined them
They saw a lost stranger
Christ saw the lost, stranded
Why trek this journey without seeking his face?
Why repeat your problems to his face?
The ladies journeyed towards the dead
The young men journeyed fruitlessly towards Galilee
Christ still had messages for men opposing his ways

The women trembled at the appearance of a messenger
The men trembled that his words came true
How long have we underestimated Christ?
Either way, his words didn’t come back

Christ the guide is back
The soldiers, their guides are blank
They wished it is not a rolling stone but a million dollar vault
But Christ is not just a man, where is rolling dollar now?

#TheDisciplesStoleHimOvernight was trending instead of #JesusIsAlive on a fabricated unverified account.
Pilate 99.9FM circulated the false gist, only if the OAP had 0.1 faith in Christ.
He rose again, 100%, amidst all doubts
Why findeth MR NIGER D amidst dusts
Thanks to Judas, we wouldn’t have known death is conquerable practically.
With this understanding, take a tour with Christ-The Guide only on this journey. He wants a Companion.
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And the kids were just kids. The anxiety derived from aging, the birth of something irreversible now
The recycling hopes and holes...

The Leaders
A blind man with a stave following a blind man without a rod; these are the leaders looking for our missing glory. But it would have been better off if they even had hearts. They’ll promise seashores in a landlocked city and lavishly launch the use of a flyover. The genesis of the land flowing with imported milk and honey.

The People
A B2 does not want another B2, because an A1 also didn’t allow him to have A1. And because E8s (he hates) it, he limits all his successors to B3 and B4 you know it, some C6s (ceases) to follow their dreams out of frustration, some end up working like a B2 (beetle) for an influential F9, while others start killing with C4. The hawk and the chick are both birds, we are mostly the problems to the solutions.

The Country
Noises everywhere claiming we are the giants of Africa. The lions are roaring now in desperate times, the cats are returning home gradually. Oh! You thought they are siblings… I laugh in Swahili. Even the weaklings close by overtook us, took the shot and framed us; like a photographer? Hell No, like a fast and furious assassin. We are now in our own jail like a court session with a blind witness, a dumb lawyer, an unstable suspect and a deaf judge.

It is well; the egg wants to hatch and become somebody, but some people prefer egg-roll to fried chicken. If you can still manage to ball in this crisis, you’re the real MVP. Don’t give up and drop empty hands. Pray for the rich but pray and bless the poor.
Some years ago, it was fair; now it’s ego and fear.


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