Men and women who bind the world in bond,

With their sweats the soul of the world is sweetened,

Never should any of the them be loved less.

Gasping for breath yet they keep running,

Trying to entice the noisy crowd,

Enduring booing and jeering from every corners,

Yet they keep on pressing hard while their heart is fainting.

We gather together to watch these fellows,

Our colours, races and tribes are never count,

Just for the sacrifice of these selfless athletes,

Our depression finds no place our minds are free.

We watch them and our sorrows are dispelled,

Little do we wander that they also have bad times,

We reviled them most times for not meeting our expectations.

Oh how we can reason that this one’s are not machines,

In their toilings we criticize them so badly,

With tears they leave the pitch in regret,

Never did we comfort them via the media.

Some of them even died of depression,

To all athletes I blow measureless love,

Our hearts are pleased even when your performance is low,

We are aware that your challenges too are hideous,

That is my reason for chanting your accolades on world street,

You are our pride, our joy and our enthusiasm,

We can’t imagine a world without you guys.

To the athletes that died in action I write,

Though your souls be gone yet your legacies live on,

We will always remember your sacrifice till your last breath,

Your measureless effort is crested on our minds.

I respect every athletes both the living and the dead,

In the snow, in the rain, in the hot sun, you don’t quit pleasing our minds,

We love you back in a greater measure,

Let the world show her unreserved gratitude to all our priceless athletes.

Teach my mind to rest though the billow rolls too hard,

Give my heart a solace in the storming sea,

Let me not be moved by fear when the terror roar,

In the midst of rage, cause my heart to relax.

Relaxation comes but with rest,

When hustling and toilings seems to sleep,

With a sign of fulfilment never to sigh,

No trouble, no toiling, the heart is cause to relax.

Rest is for the body after a busy day,

Sleep, sleep and sleep the weary bones cried,

Never will a weary mind go to sleep though the body is weak,

A burdened soul finds no solace even when the body is at rest.

State of the mind blows the piper,

Condition of the soul dictates the tune,

Until the tossing boat of mind finds an anchor,

Relaxation is but a tale told in the moonlight.

When night falls, the body falls to bed,

When mission smiles at accomplishment the soul resort to rest,

But how often do soul and body come in tandem,

Though body in bed, the soul wonders in dream.

From dawn to dust I sat in thought,

Racking the interlocking tissues within the socket I bear,

Which of my most familiar words should I openly betrayed and let go?

None, because all words are precious to me than gold.

No sane human can give up on the word ‘love’,

just because all wants to be loved by all,

Neither should anyone give up the word ‘hate’,

because when we cease to mention it intricacies,

the importance of love can be undermine,

All words have foundations predicated

On fundamentals of culture on which they were birth,

Men called it ‘etymology’, the root and

science of words across cultures,

Just has humans spread out from different cultures,

Words either good or bad are as humans,

By “words” the “world” was made,

Therefore friends and teachers on this site,

Any attempt to give up on any word,

Is an attempt to give up on the creative power of all words.

Words make our world so beautiful,

That’s why we are all here

To daily play with words,

To daily reason with words,

To daily encourage with words,

And to daily interact with words.

We live in a world of human, where fallibility characterizes the nature of all.

Grudge is a conscious human reaction to a perceived negative action exhibited by another person or group of persons against us or against our affiliates.

The ability to know that man by nature is not without errors in his daily actions, reactions and interactions, will help us to conscientiously manage our grudge or grudges, if we are offended by virtue of other people’s actions or way of live.

Our imperfections as human is the basis of our errors and offences, we must however see human as human and not as demy god or robot.

Moreover, grudge endangers human psychology which can lead to an emotional imbalance in humans. It beclouds our sense of rational thinking and we become myopic and insensitive to the differences of other people as well as their frailty as human.

Inability to forgive and let go, keeps us perpetually in the tunnel of despondency and depression if care is not taken.

In some cases, people we have grudge against might not be aware of ever offending us. Grudge hurts the exhibitor more than the offender. Therefore, there is no profit in keeping grudge for more than necessary, it is advisable for us to walk up to the offender(s), we must learn how to express our displeasures to issues, and to settle as well as bury the matter.

But if our offenders appear to be incorrigible, we need to walk away, not because we are cowards, but because we have our emotions and lives to protect.

I see everyone one that daily comes across my paths as potential offenders, I have prepared by mind to forgive and forget even before the offences come. I have too many things on my plate to attend to, than to unnecessarily condition my mind to remain at the corridor of grudge.

A journey of 803.6km via road same day, was my furthest Journey within Nigeria.

A day to be remembered was the day I traveled from Ibadan (South West, Nigeria) to Lokoja ( Middle Belt, Nigeria) and traveled back to Ibadan on the same day.

Not that the distance was too long to be covered in a day by road, but it was during a period of dreaded insecurity in Nigeria, a period when no one was willing to accommodate a stranger to pass a night, not even churches nor hotels were willing to take the risk to lodge a strange traveller.

The need to avoid being stranded, the fear of dust to dawn curfew and the fate of a hopeless job seeker compelled me to embarked on such a terrifying journey of my life.

My furthest Journey was the greatest risk I took, amidst suicide bombers and genocidal missions in Nigeria.

An ideal home is never defined by luxuries and affluence of a magnificent building called house as many have proposed, it is a simple union of selfless, affectionate, loving, forbearing and honest people that are either connected by vow or by blood.

It is not anchored on the fantasy of riches and wealth as men imagine, it is a product of collectivism, self-denial, and absolute commitment to cater for the emotional differences and physio-spiritual needs of people that are either connected by vow or by blood.

There is a distinctive contrast between a house and a home. House is a building or a residential apartment where people live, while home defines the existentialism of harmonious and affectionate family members whose living reflects peace and preference for one another.

When our imagination of an ideal home is predicated on wealth, we tend to forget that no amount of money can purchase the norms, values and principles of an ideal home. I have seen rich men (husbands), women (wives) and rich children that are psycho-emotionally homeless, (no peace, no love, no harmony, no time for one another and no affection). I have equally seen an affectionately loving and caring father, mother and children, though without the physical riches and wealth.

Therefore, my ideal home is defined by love, affection, contentment, commitment, cordiality, care, loyalty, understanding, unity and peace that exist among family members.

In the real sense of it, ideal homes are very scarce in this dispensation, this is evident in the countless numbers of broken home, disjointed families and cases of divorce.

An ideal home is a product of conscious and deliberate effort to be committed one to another in a family. It is never a product of wealth or affluence.

Countless of life’s events have brought tears and joy to dine on the same table of human heart at the same time. Mine was a series of hopelessness and academic set back for five consecutive years. When the breakthrough later came when all hope are gone, it brings an irresistible tears of joy.

It’s a strong dual emotional experience that connects the two extremes of emotional state of mind at the same time. A transitory moment between disappointment and reappointment.

It emerges when sadness or despondency metamorphosed into an unexpected or a long awaited happiness and joy.

It’s a product of fulfilment when all hope is lost.

An expression of human heart that reveals the deepest emotional gratitude when impossibility turns out to be possible.

It is an amazing wonder which is often linked with miracle of supernatural intervention in seemingly hopeless situation that has defied human trials and efforts.

It is an uncommon expression of human heart, when the limited humanity encounters the limitless divinity.

It is an expression of God’s ability in human disability.