Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.

Counting back to the first of the last three

years,

After thirteen years of teaching geography

in the high school,

I felt so uneasy and psycho-emotionally

tired,

Haven taught same set of classes and

same set of structured topics for so long

numbers of years.

As interesting as teaching profession is,

The mental fatigue that oppressed my

mind displaced my never dieing interest,

I was lost within myself, the only way out

was to take a break,

I really felt out of school system.

As I sat to reflect on the cause of my

sudden displeasure in what I like most,

Then I discovered it was my emotional

attachment to each year graduating

students,

For their respective three years in senior

secondary school,

I built a very strong and deep

teacher-students relationship with them,

With measureless love I took them all as

my blood,

Seeing them passing out of college after

their three years of studies makes my heart

heavy,

Not because I don’t want their progress,

But because I am going to be missing them

all the day long.

This experience became yearly routine,

As final year college students are passing

out, I felt part of my body has been cut off,

That fateful year, I could not curtailed it

any longer,

I felt like also leaving the school system,

I felt like going with the graduating

students,

I love those students to the extent that, my

job meant nothing to me.

It was a serious issue of emotional crisis

between my body and my spirit.

I practically felt out of school system,

Which eventually led to my resignation

that same year.

Many at times, what we cherish doing

becomes so irritating to us,

Not because we outrightly lost interest in

doing those things, but because our

emotion has been unconsciously wired

around them,

A time will come when our emotion will

like to dictate our pace and patterns of

doing what we love, if the dictate of our

emotion

runs parallel to principle guiding those

things, our interest and enthusiasm will be

nailed, we then begin to feel

uncomfortable,

then the next action is to want to be out.

Though we are always attached to our

emotional dictate as human,

Self discipline will help us to silence

emotion when duty calls for action.

Your life without a computer: what does it look like?

Behind bars of boundaries, he will be

Limited through out ages,

Stocked in the realms of impossibilities,

Myopic, yet proud in ignorance,

He will lack the tool to learn the world.

Though life roams before the birth of

The jewel named technology,

He tried his hands on many things,

Looking for easiness and satisfaction,

His quest to get the global kingdoms

Intertwined never stopped even till now,

He got an answer at the corridor of his

thought,

He was superlative in thought now he

Has the computer.

He laboured and toilled endlessly

To woo the jewel,

He caresses and kisses her in an

Unending romance even till now,

Why must he sleep without the

Jewel that bears him conveniences

And easiness, why must he let loose

The beautiful bride that shew him

The entire world at a glance.

Never a life without a computer any

Longer, the window to the world must not

be shut.

The vow of marriage between man and

computer is unbroken,

So worthy a servant and a spouse is the

computer to her user,

No argument, no debate, she obeys the last

order,

Even the hands of the man is becoming

more feeble because computer does it all.

The era of AI simplify the complexities of

men,

Never should man go back to the eras of

stone and iron?

Man has come to stay committed to the

technology that daily renews her beauty.

Behind the bars of boundaries man will be,

locked up in the tunnel of limitations

Without computer on his table, lap and in

his palm, he will be subjugated by his

micro environment.

Behind bars of boundaries life will be

limited, without computer many lives will

not be reached, many ideas will die with

the bearers, many resources will be

wasted, and many lives will be gone for

lack of knowledge.

This is just one side of a coin,

Computer and her detrimental prowess is

another,

I hope in one day, men will not be

overruled by machines.

What skill would you like to learn?

I seek to learn a skill,

Slashing colourful ink of words,

From coast to coast inking on,

Learning new colourful words,

That gladens colours across tribes.

I seek to learn a skill,

To craft the act of art in hearts of men,

That I may learn to turn the hearts,

To a comely path that leads to love,

To skillfully fashion words of peace for all,

That we may find relief in world of war.

I seek to learn a skill,

that I may learn to walk with peace,

On the street ravage with turbulence,

By learning the art of persuasive speech,

That I may preach the gospel of peace

At the center of the market square.

I yet seek to learn a skill,

As human race crave for improvement

New skills emerge as way forward,

Science, technology and now AI

in the mainstream,

And machine obeys the command of men,

To do the duty of men, yet we want more.

I seek to learn a skill,

as acquisition of skill is turning us to

robots,

With less empathy, less feelings and with

less hearty connections,

We live in isolation as machines become

our companions,

Oh that our AI can save us from

depression, that we die not in the midst of

many machines.

Thus, I seek to learn a skill,

To incorporate humanity in every AI,

To create a programming language of

Of empathy, love, kindness and peace,

That our AI may serve our emotional

needs, beside our physical needs.

I seek to learn a skill,

To intertwine the hearts of men,

Like a world web community,

That love may flow in our blood streams,

In the order of osmosis and diffusion.

I seek to learn a skill!!

What details of your life could you pay more attention to?

I rather build a wall of bricks round my

thoughts, than to let it dine in frivolity,

I would rather tame my actions on matters

of life, than to let it loose in a world of

absurdity.

That my whole being will dispel contempt,

And never to ride on the path of

corruption.

A man’s life hinges on the principles of his

mind,

His whole being circumvents the structure

and the nature of his heart,

No man can be greater than his inner

innate and dictates,

We are all obedient servants of our

respective inner man.

It’s rather expedient to train our minds

with edifying materials,

To mortify unholy suggestions and

tendencies that causes mind decay,

And to nurture a healthy mind that birth

good human values and healthy society.

I rather make goodness out of myself,

Before asking the world around to

replicate same.

Least my quest for a better world becomes

a sounding cymbals or a broken cistern,

And my epistle becomes an infectious

monumental display,

I would rather work on myself to reflect

better lifestyle that is globally contagious.

What’s your #1 priority tomorrow?

In tomorrow lies expectations and desires,

Hope of achieving the unimaginable

in heart,

The foreseeable bride that dispels today,

A jewel that all nations long to see.

Tomorrow and prospects walk along

The corridors of all human hearts,

Agitation and plans being the forerunners,

Road maps bearing milestones are drawn,

Just for a morrow to smile in desire beauty.

Tomorrow is unseen yet we project our

activities,

In the order of priority,

We set our optimisms according to needs,

With some sleepless nights some

underwent,

To make some beautiful garments for the

morrow.

Tomorrow for some never comes,

Though plans are at race and thoughts

falling in lines,

With great prospects smiling ahead,

But life and death have proposed

their honeymoon,

As they bow in death and never

see the morrow.

By tomorrow I shall climb the hills of time,

I shall spread my wings like an eagle

On the ranges,

I shall say to today I have conquer

your antics,

I shall romance the morrow with the

goodies at it’s balconies

But not all tomorrow comes only

with good side,

Hence we prepare for the best

and the worst,

Whichever comes our ways,

our minds are well armed,

To face the realities of the uncertainties.

My priority for tomorrow is to write, work

and do same over again,

Until time comes that I have exhausted

my tomorrows,

Then I bid the world good bye,

For a golden morrow on the other side.

In what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled?

Fulfillment is a product of interest

And a corresponding enthusiasm on a job or a chosen career.

Our interest on a chosen course

Triggers an unwavering passion,

This in turns creates a psycho-emotional

Balance that simplifies the hardness

In our work (job) and makes it looks

Simple even when it is indeed hard.

As a teacher, I am passionate and full of

Enthusiasm while at my duty post,

The fascinating interest I have got

In teaching profession has overshadowed

The hardness and the challenges thereof.

Hence, fulfillment becomes a daily

Experience, as I see my students

Achieving the unimaginable

And scaling through the insurmountable,

In their academics and psychosocial lives.

Fulfillment goes beyond the yardsticks of

Financial benefits and fat bank accounts,

The greatest fulfillment on job is

Seeing men and women growing beyond

Measures as a result of our positive

Impartation in their lives and careers.

Teaching is a noble profession that

Accords teachers the opportunity of

Touching countless lives directly,

In my fifteen years experience in

Teaching profession, I have encountered

Well over ten thousand students from

Many parts of my country and beyond and

Good number of them are graduates and

Are gainfully employed, some are

Entrepreneurs doing great in their

Respective chosen endeavors.

We meet occasionally, and many of them

Make recourse to how I impacted positive

Values into their lives within and outside

The classroom.

This is a fulfillment borne out of passion,

Interest in our chosen careers dispels

The challenges we encounter,

Our fulfillment is often predicated on

Seeing the world grow and glow through

Us as we daily tussle and hussle.

What’s the trait you value most about yourself?

As I toil around in thoughts and action,

In a noisy world street that echoes too high,

I suspect the sun is taking records of all,

As the sun goes down with it’s report,

I daily hide under the shadow of the dark cloud,

To reflect and to examine myself,

As my conscience report all my actions to me,

I judge myself by myself and seek a redress.

Not a deadened conscience I must carry,

To x-tray my frailty as an imperfect being,

As I unconsciously stepped on the innocent ants while walking around,

Self examination is my guiding trait to life encounters,

No self prejudice, no self pity,

Not indulging under the cavity of my flesh

Before the panel of my conscience, morals and spirit,

Always putting myself in the shoes of others,

To know how unpleasant action pinches as needle,

To seek a redress and restitute my past,

That others may smile and my soul may relax.

Self examination is the key to healthy social interaction,

It aids quick conflict resolution,

It silence wrath and war,

It guides in a noisy world of insults and assaults,

As I daily long to have a conscience

Void of offense toward God and towards men.

List three jobs you’d consider pursuing if money didn’t matter.

Does it appears foolish to everyone?

I don’t think so!

Though money choose to answers all things,

Money and it benefits are not everything.

Nobility transcends the corridors of cash,

Payslips can be smiling with great digits,

While the mind is devoid of fulfilment,

It’s all a matter of purpose and calling in life.

As the world daily runs after multiplication of income,

Non-profit making adventurers are thinning off,

No free meal in Paris, is the slogan,

Man makes more money, is the code on word street.

Looking away from societal premium on money,

While focusing on humanity outside the corridors of financial benefits,

I will rather pursue the path of teaching,

Than to sit in the castle of gold without satisfying my calling.

Standing before the younger generation,

Impacting virgin minds with needed theories and philosophies,

Engraving morals and positive values on their clean slates,

Building sound minds for greater prospects,

This will I do in a million times without cash benefits onsight.

Social work in land beyond the reach of riches, is another job

Where the service of a counselor beckons,

And men are calling for help in Macedonia,

This will I do without calling for my pocket to be greased.

To the lightless villages will I go,

To counsel the inhabitants on the worth of life,

To lovingly erode the superstitions that are anemic to their wellness,

And guide them through the path of life conveniences and fulfilment.

A trillium miles will I travel for a job of this nature.

Freelancing and copywriting job at hand,

Articulating alphabetic letters in millions,

Crafting words in meaningful tones,

With melodious rhythm to the mind of the world.

Daily inking my thoughts for the global pleasure,

Reaching the far ends of the world with message of love,

Cresting on the world street letters of peace,

Hoping for a day when all will be human.

Touching the lives of others with reassuring words of hope

Can no money buy,

Wealth is limited when emotions are down,

How much does it cost to ensures the happiness of others through writing?

It is invaluable on the scale of financial benefits,

The fulfillment we derive transcends the balconies of fat bank accounts,

No amount of money can pay for such service.

Quest for gold, silver and luxuries

Typify a rope tie around the neck of men,

Many are driven to and fro by this,

While they have unconsciously lost the sense of humanitarian service,

May I not join such wagon,

Whose wheels only travel by the lubricant of money without selfless service.