Which topics would you like to be more informed about?

In a world of chaos and conflicts,

Where world leaders are confused and perplexed,

And innocent lives in their thousands

Are daily sent to their early graves,

There I stopped to ask,

What is the cost of global peace?

Compendium of literatures are littered

In our book stores,

All counseling on the global path to peace,

But neither our leaders nor their lieutenants

Have taken time to reflect,

As they are daily driven by self,

To throw the world into the den

Of chaos, conflicts and calamities,

There I stood to ask,

What is the cost of global peace?

When NATO accuses Putin on the

Invasion of Ukraine,

And Putin accuses NATO on the

Invasion of Libya and other African shores,

As none is ready to step back for a redress,

Then I asked,

What is the cost of global peace.

When the unjust accuses an unjust,

For an unjust act and actions,

And commentators have soon forgotten,

That the accuser is also an unjust,

There I wander in thought,

What is the cost of global peace?

The globe is sitting on gun powder,

Just a spark is needed for an explosion,

Are we really ready for third world war?

What is the cost of global peace?

Neocolonialism still hangs up Africa,

African leaders and and their Western

Accomplices are daily sweetened

By the tears and the sweat of helpless

Populace on African shores,

And African democracy is daily threatening,

As men in uniform are on stage with guns,

Then I asked,

What is the cost of global peace.

The middle East is not getting better,

Daily bombing across Lebanon, Syria,

Jordan, Iraq, Iran and Israel,

Countless of young soldiers and and armless citizens,

Rushing to grave like waterfall,

I still stooped to ask,

What is the cost of global peace?

Intertribal conflicts in India, religious intolerance in China,

Political ideological conflicts in north and south Korea,

Uncurtailed killings in the America and entire Europe,

What is the cost of global peace?

On the peak of Kilimanjaro I stand,

To blow the beagle of caution,

To the ears of an unconscious world,

On the volatility of globe on gun powder.

Our peace is on the verge of sliding

Off the edge of a peaceful cliff,

Into the abyss of an irreparable wars,

The cost of peace is still my quest.

Friends and folks,

Our writings should be noised to the ends of the world,

Till our political leaders on the global scale know,

That their personal interest should not be equated with global peace,

Till the world is pulled out of the corridors of war,

Our writings can be the cost of global peace.

What would your life be like without music?

Straight from the heart to the hearts,

Is it that calms the soul.

A universal language on men’s lips,

As we hum along with rhythm unknown,

It’s a therapy for the wounded mind,

A melody for the merry heart,

A steady momentum for the soaring soul.

It is the beauty of the solemn hours,

The rocky jazz of the lousy crazy night

All nations anthem comes in music,

It inhabits the palace of love,

It is crested on the street of peace,

It is the instrument of war,

The power to make and mar our world lies with music.

Though the world is divided,

We chant in unison at the sound of music,

See the moon smiles in tears in the cool song,

See the sun blast the air on the wings of sounds,

It is an extra-terrestrial sound with no boundaries,

Even the Angels sing hosanna in the celestial,

It is loved and woo across languages,

Tribes, races, clans and colours are her unbending suitors

In the good, through the bad, on the air and

In the deep, music flows with no pulse.

it is MUSIC as

Men Universally Sing In Choir.

Life will be gloomily boring without music,

When the world is bereaved music is her comfort,

When the world is pained, music is her solace.

How do you celebrate holidays?

REST: in a serene homing environment where the body feels at home.

RELAX: in the cool of the evening breeze, where the mind is let loose from matters that borders.

RELATE: with families, friends and folks who have been seeking for you attention.

REACH OUT: to the less privileged, bereaved, orphans and the homeless with gifts, food items and words of hope.

REFLECT: on your past actions, inactions, and reactions, and seek redress if needed.

REJUVENATE: your lost appetites, interest and your dieing optimism for a better future.

RESEARCH: on new ways, methods and new strategies you can employ for greater productivity on your job after holidays.

REHEARSE: your newly discovered methods and methodologies to improve on your job before the end of holidays.

RELEASE: your mind from all entanglements of displeasure, wrath, malice or hatred towards a person or group of persons that have crossed your path.

RESTORE: peace, emotional stability, love, affection and calmness to your soul.

REFORM: and rebuild your broken walls of relationship with families, friends, colleagues and folks.

REINFORCE: your passion, zeal and doggedness to be a change agent in an uncultured work environment after holidays.

REACT: promptly to matters of the heart, and give maximum attention to building a life long relationship.

HAPPY BLISSFUL HOLIDAYS!

Write about your most epic baking or cooking fail.

Belly was flat, mind was unsettled,

Need for food, food uncooked in kitchen,

Then rose the man out of his mind,

Though busy with many stuff

On the table littered with thoughts,

Straight to the kitchen,

To cook beans for meal,

Few preparation he did,

Then the beans is on the heat,

Boiling and bobbling,

Man went back to the table,

To articulate his littered thought,

An hour is gone, beans is burnt,

Man was lost in thought,

When the smelling smoke struck him,

He flew to the kitchen like a bird,

To rescue the burning beans,

So unhappy with himself,

He changed the pot and

Scrape the unburnt from the burnt,

To continue the cooking,

He spiced the remnants unburnt beans,

To complete the cooking,

Ten minutes he timed,

To complete the cooking,

Another hour later,

On the table of thought,

He perceived a thick smoke,

Migrating from the kitchen to heaven,

Alas, it was a total burnt offering,

The pot was black the kitchen was clouded,

So pathetic was he,

As he turned off the gas,

He only managed to rescue the pot,

For thorough cleansing,

The belly is flat, the beans is burnt,

Double trouble for a creeple belly,

Back to the table of thought

To continue to articulate,

Inspiration ceased,

Because of the crisis at the

Middle Belt (stomach).

It was indeed the distress of a man,

Living alone, and trying to combine

Cooking with mental work at a time,

It was my personal experience of

A continuous burnt offering.

Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.

Long down the street of time,

At my formative stage of mind,

There I perceived the gruesome side of life,

In fear I cringed at every sight.

For the action of my shadow I fear,

As it follows every step I took, I cringed,

Never has it occured to me that it’s me,

Under the eyes of light as image falls,

Fear was that terror that terrified me.

My imagination becomes so real,

Even when things imagined are so unreal,

At a sound, heart pounds as quaking rock,

As the mind perceive an imaginary horror,

Never did I agree to be alone in a room,

Never would I wish to walk alone on street,

So fearful was I for unharmed and unseen,

Fear was indeed my childhood dictator.

As I began to grow in with life experience,

I realize the exaggerative power of fear,

Then the battle began between fear and I,

It was a battle of the mind and

the unrealistic factors of fear,

It took a courageous effort to put

my fear to perpetual rest.

Lessons for the benefit of my esteem readers:

Fear is an expression of anxiety for the

unseen and the unknown which ends up

to be unreal in most cases.

It is a state of an emotional imbalance,

Which magnifies an object or a situation

and make it looks so terrifying, even when

It is harmless in the real sense of it.

Fear keeps us at the corridor of indulgence,

Even when actions are supposed to be

Taking, and in most times, fear causes us

To take unnecessary actions in life.

Fear is destructive, fear belittles and

Fear subjugate it’s prey to nothing.

Fear brings depression,

Depression nurses high blood pressure,

High blood pressure is the nextdoor

Neighbor to death.

Fear is of course an expression of

Superfluidity of nothingness.

FEAR was defined by an author as:

False Experience Appearing Real,

Fear magnifies falsehood to make us

Impotent, defenseless and inactive.

The antidote against fear is a conscious

Proactive courage.

FIGHT CONSCIOUSLY AGAINST fear.

What are your favorite types of foods?

By the bank of Nile stood I,

Beckoning at friends from other clan to come,

As I walk you through the dining tables of my kinsmen,

To bite the sumptuous meal by the mouth of Niger,

Cowpea that some renamed as beans is my belly’s friend,

My kinsmen and I called it “Ewa” in our prestigious Yoruba language,

A common food among the lower economic class of Nigeria,

I like Ewa (cowpea) and other meals made of it,

Akara and moimoi (beans cake in different forms) are varieties of Ewa preparation,

The former is fried and the later is cooked.

Another food on my kinsmen table is “Gari”

It is the most common staple food in the southern Nigeria,

It as no class, it resides both with the rich and the poor in Nigeria,

It is a fried cassava flour,

I enjoy taking it with suger and chilled water,

Especially in the hot afternoon,

It romances my intestines and provides,

Enough complex sugar for my body system,

Mind you, I can also combine Ewa and Gari together as meal.

Another one is Ogi (Pap),

It is made from either corn (maize) or guinea corn.

It has the nomenclature of yogurt, but it is not yogurt,

It is better to take it very hot or very chill,

It is of course my favorite meal for breakfast.

There are numerous sumptuous meals,

Among my kinsmen,

But the few I have described are my favorites,

I love to eat them not because they are very cheap to buy,

It is because they are actually my favorites from childhood,

Though cheaper than host of other meal.

Thanks for visiting my kinsmen dining table,

You can now go back to your various countries.

Thanks so much.

How often do you walk or run?

Only the lame and the impotent are exempted from walking in my world,

Not that our environment is impermissive for their steps on our street,

But their condition constraints them to a spot unlike others,

Walking daily over long distance is a means of survival,

We walk to work and run when occasion calls for it,

Less than thirty percent could afford a daily T-fare to work in my world,

The only cheap common option is to ride on the two-wheel “legedis benz” freely given to everyone from birth,

But everyone walks,

From the leaving room to the balcony, from the kitchen to the dinning, from the backyard to the garage,

Both the rich and the poor walk.

The rich are too scare of accumulated fat this days,

Early they rise to run over kilometers,

Not for their love for sport, but for their health to be sustained,

But for the less privileged, we walk and run at all time to keep our pockets occupied,

I walk a long distance daily to survive the politically inflicted hardship in my country.

Do you see yourself as a leader?

A position coveted by two-thirds of the global populace,

So attractive in some quarters that men kill men to attain it,

Uncountable compromises of sedition, blackmail are put forward,

To pull down any possible opponent to the throne of leadership,

Sane minds that possess the attributes to lead are scared off the line,

Only wolves in sheep clothes occupy our thrones,

Little wander our world of leadership is tagged with despicable acts,

That no mouth can tell and no mind can comprehend.

Africa is the worst case scenario,

Where leadership positions are occupied by men of questionable characters,

Yet the incorrigible followers sing hosanna after them,

Leaders without foresights,

Leaders without human heart,

Leaders without clue to progressive adventurism on the internal scale,

Leaders that are stinkingly rich in gold but the street of their followers stinks like shithole.

Leaders of this dispensation have long neglected their calling if they were really called to it.

It is for sane minds,

It is for selfless men,

It is for forerunners,

It is for risk bearers,

It is for servanthood,

It is for the meek and the lowly,

It is for the committed,

It is for the honest,

Not for every Tom, Dick and Harry for self projection and aggrandisement,

Our world needs good and conscientious leaders in all human spheres.

I consider the position of leadership sacred,

No matter how small it appears,

To preside over other people action and activities, is as good as presiding over their fates,

I don’t see myself as a leader,

I only consider myself as a learning servant of events and time,

Whose leadership era is determined

By the ability to appropriate the lessons of life.

Our world needs genuine leaders,

Are you one of them?