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An icon is Exit

Exit of an icon
Me sitted in a wake keeping service of a man aged 62 that is about 40yrs from now for me
The point that hit me hard was where the anchor pastor requested that one person each from the family,environment,church,and cooperate organisation ask to come speak on one thing or the other they know about the personality we are laying to rest today its a soul conquest
While we who are still living hope for the best,when we lay to die the quest for any desires would be over

An icon is gone; i couldnt even stare at his embambed body laid in a palace of lightings

An icon is gone we the “i” continues to live

Democracy from within

I stand on the protocol of this day meeting

Represented here on the pictures above is the representative of the state comminisioner for police in oyo state

He said he wont talk about politicians mis wrong because they pay his salary

I stand to be corrected but i think that democracy open the government to utilize the wealth of the nation and the tax payers money to finance whatever will stipulate the dividend of a true democracy so politician dont own the money the whole populace those

So no man having the ambiance to talk about the truth should stand under the fear of any individuals once its the truth

So politics from within should be of truth and a gospel of peace

A Desire From Within

No greater desire than to wish ourselves a better today and a restful tomorrow

Where our final departure would be from within

We would hope all day will become quiet and squeeze noise of vapor will fill the air as we await to sip down a great cup of ginger drink and slices of wheat bread as we soak down informative news on national development and improvement

Where our beloved would need not put on so many a design on her wrinkled face and she would look much as beautiful as our wedding day

Where our fourth generation grand children will come on seldom visit and we would play down to the river for a golden fish catch

A blessed desire indeed from within

My pains for women

On Women

I think we guys should stop giving woman Queenly treatment for being useless.
It is not helping either of the sexes.
And if you continue to do this, you are just another idiot.

A woman will stay years, seeing your activities and will never say hi or pick her phone up to call you and when you go out of your way to check on her, she will ask why you dumped her or worst still, ignore you.

Excuse me!
Is it men’s duty to always check on women?
And by checking on you, what will you offer?
How does checking on you improve my life?

Some guys even get so stupid that on these sort of women’s birthday, they post their pictures and praise them with all sort of undeserving ecomium.

Why are you contributing to making women useless?
Is it for the hope of sex, which they might never even give you?
One day, if you become wise in this matter, you will realize these women are not worth your efforts.

For me, I am now wise.
I won’t praise any woman or even write for her, except she has made a lot of impact in my life.
Why should I celebrate you for being useless, just because you are a woman?

If I must take out of my expensive time to celebrate you, then you must deserve it and if you stay on my list long enough and refuse to initiate chat except I do it always, it will get to a time that I will delete you.

My time is too expensive now to waste it on people who contribute nothing to my life or even value mine.

Yours Sincerely,
Soul’e Rhymez

When we were little

No stories really matter to us like that told to us by our teachers and parents ……

So all we desire is to be like them, we have few desire than to be in the position of our parents and teachers

The profession that excites us are those they told us about

But now we are in our twenties we have few experiences and nothing excites us about those profession

We are on a standstill …… What more can we ask for than to discover for ourselve…….

Stories continues