IMAGINATION IN IT’S BEAUTY

Imagination in it’s beauty.
A world of human with the heart of human.
A world fashioned with love, where all races matter and all colours appreciated.
A world without war, a world that breeds no animosity, hatred and ethno-religious idiosyncracies.
A world that cares for the destitute, fatherless and homeless.
A world that is less stratified on every socioeconomic stratum.
A world that heartily gives without reservation.
A world that will not only dance to the lyrics of “one love”, but that will heartily love everyone without prejudice or preference.
A world of selfless leadership and committed followership .
That is the world in my beautiful imagination.
Preach the gospel of love and peace on the street of Moscow. Let the city of
Washington embrace others with love.
Admonish the corridors of Beijing to show compassion on humanity.
Reveal to Paris the beauty of love.
Tell London there is love in sharing.
Let human life count on the balconies of Lagos.
Inform Brasilia that there is hope in love.
Blow the whistle on of peace on river orange, that the Pretoria inhabitants may hear.
Encourage the middle east to give peace a trial.
Canberra should be strengthened with the arm of peace.
Call a sincere global summit of love, cause it to be predicted on peace.
Then will my beautiful imagination comes alive.
AN IMAGINATION OF A BEAUTIFUL WORLD.

EMOTIONAL HEALTH

Feelings swings on the balances of thoughts,. Like pendulum, it tosses on the scale of actions,. But when human actions are taken with a broader heart,. Our emotional health become sound and healthier.

Never expect too much from any mortal being,. Never raise your hope too high for whatever a man has promised you,. The unfortunate in every human commitment is always at the corner,. Our emotional health should not be gambled on the chess board of promise.

Even the weather can be unpredictable at times in the tropics,. Let alone rational humans that can be controlled by events,. Always ensure that your feeling is mature enough to manage all kinds of weather,. Unhealthy feeling breeds emotional trauma and depression.

Prepare your mind for the good and the bad in life,. Life itself is a conglomerate of ups and downs,. Never allow your sad moment beats you to oblivion,. Worst of feeling today is temporary, guide you mind.

Self-esteem is the key to emotional health,. Learn to encourage yourself even when the world cast aspersions on you,. Never predicate your emotion on the assessment of others,. Give your emotional health a chance to thrive.

As the smoke disappeared into the atmosphere so life is,. Never be imprisoned in the negativity of others, because life is too short,. Dust off unpleasant encounters and move on,. A moving mind is never held down by circumstances of life.

Enrich your emotional health with goodies around,. Inspiring music, picnics and soul lifting literatures. Avoid friendship or relationship that cast you down,. Feed your emotional health with the possibility of greater future.

I know someone who is ever ready to help us maintain an emotional stability,. He is the Prince of Peace and the Lord of all,. Jesus is ready to calm your storms if you are ready to allow Him,. He is the power of God in man that sustain good emotional health.

Maintaining health and well-being does not requires a fortune, all it requires for me include:. An ideal personal hygiene. Consciously coordinated emotional state of mind. and, Keeping honest, committed and godly relationship.

What strategies do you use to maintain your health and well-being?

Imagination in it’s beauty. A world of human with the heart of human. A world fashioned with love, where all races matter and all colours appreciated. A world without war, a world that breeds no animosity, hatred and ethno-religious idiosyncracies. A world that cares for the destitute, fatherless and homeless. A world that is less stratified on every socioeconomic stratum. A world that heartily gives without reservation. A world that will not only dance to the lyrics of “one love”, but that will heartily love everyone without prejudice or preference. A world of selfless leadership and committed followership . That is the world in my beautiful imagination. Preach the gospel of love and peace on the street of Moscow. Let the city of Washington embrace others with love. Admonish the corridors of Beijing to show compassion on humanity. Reveal to Paris the beauty of love. Tell London there is love in sharing. Let human life count on the balconies of Lagos. Inform Brasilia that there is hope in love. Blow the whistle on of peace on river orange, that the Pretoria inhabitants may hear. Encourage the middle east to give peace a trial. Canberra should be strengthened with the arm of peace. Call a sincere global summit of love, cause it to be predicted on peace. Then will my beautiful imagination comes alive. AN IMAGINATION OF A BEAUTIFUL WORLD.

Human society should be a level play ground for everyone, irrespective of tribe, language, colour, nation or continent. I will be readily willing to change the ideology of Suprematist to an ideology that is more of egalitarian society and culture on the global scale.

What would you change about modern society?

REMINISCENCE OF A CHILDHOOD

The world appeared so friendly,
The rain dropped so comely,
And sun smiles so lovely,
When I was a child.

The moon runs after me at night,
The star twinkles from a distance,
Shadows around stared at close range,
When I was a child.

I speak to the moon like a companion,
I hug my shadow and talk to it as if it hears,
I cried to get chocolate as if my destiny was tied to it,
When I was a child.

Darkness harbours terrifying demons,
Snoring sounds like a legion of ghost by the door,
An albino walking on the street was a white wizard,
When I was a child.

Tales by moon light was pictured as real,
Tortoise was believed to have the nomenclature of man,
Fireworks was dreaded like atomic bomb in the neighbourhood,
When I was a child,

Masquerade festival marks the arrival of ancestors,
Charismas day celebration should never end,
Fridays were the happiest days after the school bell goes ringing,
When I was a child.

Teachers were demy gods,
Airplane was a fish in the sky,
Lightening was a touch light from heaven,
When I was a child.

Chastisement as a result of bad habit was an act of wickedness,
Correction was a mark of hatred.
Fathers and uncles were seen as elephant-terror,
When I was a child.

Imaginations were magnified as real,
Falsehood by elders were taken as facts,
Ambitions were just lyrics of a nursery rhymes,
When I was a child.

Looking so innocent and comely,
With a simple heart and a smiling face,
Never would I have imagine the complexity of adulthood,
When I was a child.

Neighbourhood comeliness fades away,
As time and time passes away with years,
Never could I have imagine the world tiering apart,
When I was a child.

Things fall apart too fast,
As playgroups fade out on every stages,
I would not have agreed to loose a dear friend,
When I was a child.

The beautiful flowers that sang to my imagination,
The comely breeze that whispers to my ears,
The glowing sight of the rainbow to my little mind,
When I was a child.

Beautiful childhood far too long,
Ages in time, never to come,
Smiling at the past, while wandering back in thought of
When I was a child.

LIGHT BEYOND

Through the dark corners of the mind,
He wondered round the darkest path,
Lost, lost in lust that blindfolded his sight,
Hmmm, a light signal beyond, he perceive not.

Struggling under the burden of addiction,
A self-inflicted confinement of a bounded soul,
Freedom becomes more expensive than sapphire and onyx,
Yet he sees not the dangling bonanza of liberation beyond.

Confusion and depression stand as chief advisers,
Suggestion of suicide is the counsel on the table,
Little did he consider the horror of a dying moment?
He could not see the blinking light of hope ahead.

Sinking in tears, drowning so fast,
Gasping too hard as the heart is shorting down,
Help, he……lp …….heeeee! Was the sound thinning off?
Too hard to see the lighting rope of rescue.

State of no return too far to turn,
Millions of warning were too cheap to yield,
Sailing towards bimodal in his pernicious acts,
The red light is foolish, he thought in his arrogance.

The pursuit of fame at the expense of peace,
Trading off the soul in the market of wealth,
As the mind is over charged with drunkenness and surfeiting,
Wisdom cries, alas! A soul is dropping.

Never imagine this end, he exclaimed in horror,
Too soon to be here, but it is too late,
No time to reconsider the end is here,
As he ignored the chance when the light beyond was friendly.

Ohhhh no! Too hard to bear the horror around,
Tick darkness frowns too frightening to bear,
Light, light……. Light! He beckoned, but no answer,
The price of a sold soul is in the habitation of darkness.

Gone too soon, was the voice of the ink on the poster,
As the lifeless body approaches the cemetery,
Wailers wail, but tears could not bring him back,
He slipped off the cliff into an endless dungeon.

Reality appears firm on the other side of the waters,
As the eternal Judge pronounces a faultless verdict,
He cried for a second chance, but no way,
He has followed the path of the rich man in the parable.

My lines might appear not too appealing to you friends,
But the truth stares at our consciences within the lines,
The light beyond still pleads our course on this part,
For no advocacy will be matter on the other part.


The light beyond can atone for all,
He plead the course for the simple and penitent,
All we need is to yield the warning,
Before our journey to the six feet below.

Light beyond, light beyond,
Shine on my path, illumine my thought,
Lest I slip off the cliff of cares of life,
Hold me firm to the crystal sea.

Light beyond, light beyond,
Give me your wisdom to marry as groom,
That I might not fall for the lust that dangles,
And my sight see no darkness beyond, oh light beyond.

THE PURSUIT

Swinging from one end to another,
Ambition tosses to and fro like a pendulum,
Never will human quest kiss satisfaction,
The achievement of one goal begat the pursuit of the other.

Like the vast universe and its countless nebula,
Homo-sapiens mind appeared broader and beyond,
Acquisition of all to himself lies at the corridors of his thought,
The achievement of one goal begat the pursuit of the other.

His bigger heart could not be contained within the biosphere,
Little wonder he seeks an asylum not only on the moon,
But also in the deep of the waters where living gases are unnatural,
The achievement of one goal begat the pursuit of the other.

Panting hearts along the ticking of the clock,
Men labour round the clock to beat the time,
From coast to coast the trend remains uniform,
The achievement of one goal begat the pursuit of the other.

More than sulphuric acid the sun burns with anger,
Yet will man not stop to think of breaking her scotching barriers,
To appease the quest of his mind to romance the untouchable,
The achievement of one goal begat the pursuit of the other.

Restless brain sleepless eyes,
Not until the target is met,
Till the world offers accolades and make an obeisance,
The achievement of one goal begat the pursuit of the other.

Winning the world at mental combat could not suffice,
Adding a tally of mansions on Jupiter can barely do,
He could have mounted the tower of babel to kiss the celestial,
The achievement of one goal begat the pursuit of the other.

The desire of one is to have a thousand ladies for pleasure,
Others after him craved to be the emperors of the universe,
And the 21st century quest is to monopolize the digital space,
The achievement of one goal begat the pursuit of the other.

Never will the world fail to appreciate the capacity of her tenants,
Transforming jungle to New York and barren land to Dubai,
Adorable ancient edifice of pyramid was a product of man’s pursuit,
The achievement of one goal begat the pursuit of the other.

As the pursuit of Edison and Ford changed the universal nomenclature,
And comfort inhabits human homes and highways,
Gate and Musk pursue seamless Microsoft and Tesla order to ease global toiling,
The achievement of one goal begat the pursuit of the other.

Neptune and farthest star might sit on the mind as the next voyage,
Never will nature forgive he that crosses his fellow’s lane to push him off,
All goals will be reached when humanity comes first to mind,
The achievement of one goal begat the pursuit of the other.

Never should your ambition halt the life of others,
Even the inanimate global elements repel unfriendly human actions,
Wildfire, flooding and global warming are counter patterns,
The achievement of one goal begat the pursuit of the other.

The metaphysical facts confirms another life after here,
As we run across the corners of the globe to get our goals achieved,
The need to pursue the celestial while on terrestrial must be unwavering,
We have no continue city here for our days are numbered,
The achievement of one goal begat the pursuit of the other.

MY THOUGHTS

Human heart is a gallery of diaries, stocking the images in the past and the imaginations of the future.

Like a bird on the pathway of the air, so is the thought that failed to be engraved on the sand of time.

Never will the world around cares to fetch from the wealthy stream of your mind, except the mind is sweetly mirrored at the public glare.

Too many noises to entrap a man’s vision, but a mind with an undoubted mission, sieves the noise to extract the tools for mission accomplishment.

When a past wound takes too many time to get healed, the scar becomes indelible, the eyes then become glued to it at the expense of other comely events of life

History is perfect for a comely future, but it becomes gloomily scary, when the fault of others on the walls of time is magnified with disdain beyond measure.

The heart is overburdened under the weight of compounded thoughts, but the ability to onboard depressing thought on the pages of books, liberates the heart from depression.

Never too high a hill to be climbed, never too deep a valley to be leveled, it only takes a willing heart a glimpse of decision to spark an action.

A true friendship is predicated on the principles of mutual understanding and truthfulness, but an iota of deceit in different tongues raises the weapons of war.

Diplomacy is a language of deception, truth remains truth and falsehood has no moral packaging.

A fulfilled man is he who mentors others and duplicate his attributes of fulfilment in them.

Wealth evolves and ends with the terrestrial, no space for earthly treasures on the celestial voyage.

Imagination without a corresponding action evaporates at the corridor of fantasy

Raw gold becomes attractive after it’s enduring moment through the fire, but a skill not refined, dies less attractive.

An ugly past stays as long as it is inhabited in the dark corner of the mind, but the progressivist’s heart is illuminated to dispel the dark bridge that connects the past.

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