Best Friend

Bossy Father,
Busy Mother,
Lazy maid,
Yelling sister,
But why bother?
I have a friend I can call brother,
And Bless!
We live together,

With him globe trotting is a walk in the park,
Armed with a yummy snack.
From Kuvuki to Disneyland,
London chilling every other weekend.
He is one with whom I can always depend,
So what more could I ask for in a friend?

He teaches me things my dad didn't know,
Takes me places mama wouldn't let me go,
An hour with him,
Or a minute listening to my sister's lipstick-smeared mouth ranting?
Easy pick.

I don't hate them,
They are too busy when I need em,
Too quick to condemn,
Too "don't do this and that!",
But my friend,
He just tells me,
"F**k their rules,
F**k bed time,
Just...
F**K em".

Oh, and there's something you should know,
I'm the "stay-at-home" kid,
But I know how to break necks,
I know the theme sounds to good sex,
Damn.
Who needs consonants?
I know the bliss in Puff, Puff and Pass.
Stacks,
Crack.
There's no better way to kill the pain.

To think I'm only 12,
Prodigy,
That's my name.
But who am I to thank but my friend?
Always there,
Sitting,
Giving.

You can call him whatever,
A simple box,
Junk,
Whatever.
I just call him T.V.
Cool right?
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FOR THE LOVE OF HUMANITY

Good day everyone.

Your seeing this means you are concerned about humanity and that's a good sign.

You might have seen or heard about the #SaveMusibaudeen fundraiser, but for the benefit of those who haven't, let me brief you.

Musibaudeen Shittu is a 2 year old boy who has a HOLE IN HIS HEART. He has to undergo a surgery to save his life which costs 3 million naira. Sadly, his parents do not have the financial capacity to fund it alone. Now this is where we come in.

Sincerely, these are very hard times for most of us. Very hard times. Truth is, most of us need saving. Our health, bank accounts, or even ourselves. But still, some people need saving more urgently than others. As at the time of writing this, I haven't met him, I don't even know what he sounds like. But one thing I know is that he's a little child, and he is human. I also believe that he has a chance to life. Even though God has the final decision on all matters, I think he has given us a little power over some things, like the power to love and support something.

Martin Luther spoke well when he said,

"An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity."

Your little contribution will go a long way. Forget about what others are doing and ask yourself, "What am I doing?", "How would I feel if anything happens to this child and I didn't support?"

The bible speaks on charity,

"One man gives freely, yet gains even more; another withholds unduly, but comes to poverty. A generous man will prosper; he who refreshes others will himself be refreshed."

Proverbs 14:21

The Qur'an also says,

"You cannot attain to righteousness unless you spend (in charity) out of what you love" Imran: 92

Now stop for a moment and think... Take your time..

What can you do to support this cause? Remember, its a matter of urgency.

These are his details:

Bank: UBA
Acct name: Shittu Musibaudeen
Acct no:2058239672
Branch: Ifako-Gbagada

We can make it happen. God is our strength.

Support #SaveMusibaudeen

Peace.
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National Conscience

                     

The Colours We Breath

                

I don't want you standing at attention when you read this. I just want your minds at attention. This is for our National Anthem Conscience.

These verses ooze desperation.

"Arise o Compatriots,

Nigeria's call obey.

I have a message to convey,

And I want to go deep like gamma rays,

But first, I'd like us to put our minds on replay,

Arise o Compatriots,

Nigeria's call obey.

How many of us even hear the call to obey,

When we are plugged in, bumping the beats of our lives away?

I mean,

Look around you today,

The decadence aches like a tooth decay on a national scale!

The wind of dis-obey has birth a gale,

And this gale has birth a bloody trail,

This gale has birth a bloody trail,

This gale has birth a bloody trail!

To serve our Father land,
With love and strength and faith.
Faith?

How many of us even want to bear the burden of the weight?
How many of us even hope to tick the date our Father land becomes great?
All we care about is our pay's due date and bank rates.
We've joined the rat race to beat Gates,
Not caring what paths we take,
Crooked,

Straight,
Zero concern for the voids it creates,
Like soaring crime rates,
I ask again, how can we become great?

The labour of our heroes past,
Shall never be in vain.

Sometimes, I feel like there is no labour to go in vain,
Cuz it feels like we never had heroes.
The zeroes so much they've diluted the heroes of the past and of now.
Our heroes of now are those with the most zeros.
We forget the ones in rags in whose hearts are the real heroes.

To serve with heart and might,
One nation bound in freedom, peace and unity.
Freedom? Peace? Unity?

Like...

Seriously?
This may be too deep,
But I've learned that freedom isn't free.
And being free isn't freedom.
How can we be free,
When our doors open and close only to the Capitalist's keys?
How would we say we are free,
When we don't know for sure what it really means to be free?
Our unity and peace?
I'll rather go take a piss than grease your minds with talks of unity and peace.
But in two words,
Its in bits and pieces!

But still,

I pray,

O God of creation,
Direct our noble cause.
Guide our leaders right.

But first, give us leaders that won't bite,
Leaders who understand our plight,
Leaders who don't fly the jets of capital flight.

Help our youth the truth to know
In love and honesty to grow
And living just and true
Great lofty height attain
To build a nation where peace
And justice reign.

And to us the youth,
Let's pick up our arms of truth.
Let's leave our guilt in the past.
Let's worry less about the future and focus on our now,
Cuz if we take care of now,
Now will take care of the future.
And for those whose hopes lie in graves,
Its time to exhume the corpses,
So our future's ways, we can pave."

FOR US MEN

I read about Greats like Alexander,
Who conquered but died with open. palms and nobility
Men like,
Jesus and Muhammad
Peace be upon them,
Who stood on truth and justice
Even when they were met with hostility,
Men, who stood for something.
But,
The men I see,
Are just a bunch of,
Homo Sapiens bouncing around with testicles between their thighs,
Who only take pride in how many
Times they end up between thighs.

I've learned that history is written in two colours:
The ink of the scholars and the blood of martyrs
But the men I've seen,
Only one colour matters:
Green.
I mean, green as in beer bottles,
I mean, green as in trees and benjamins to squander,
As if Rockefeller can spend his Benjamins from 6ft under.
Sometimes I wonder,
If people ever stop to ponder,
That these things they cherish,
In a flash, Death is going to put asunder with that squeeze!
And You won't be able appease with all your benjis, trees, your "Fresh boy" tees.
And Snap! Your name reads, "deceased".

I look hard to find men with a cause like Malcolm's, Fela's,or Mandela's,
But the men I see,
Are first in line for talk,
And last in line for sacrifice!
Wimps outside,
Who be Muhammad Ali'ing their women inside,
Fresh and fly on the outside,
And wimps on the inside.

But still,
Still,
There are men,
Men who would live and die on nobility,
When who would stand on truth and justice even all they get is hostility,
Men, who would be first in line for talk and sacrifice,
Men,
Real men.

They say boys will be boys,
But I say boys better dump their toys and grow up.
Because boys stay dreaming,
While men stay awake, scheming.

I ask you,
What are you?
Man or male?
Do you even have a destination,
Or are you driving down the road called "Epic fail"?

So this, is my Public Service Announcement:
Men wanted, apply "up there".
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A Tale Of a Mother And Her Son

This is a story most of you might have read, but I think I should share it.

"My mom only had one eye. I hated her… She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family.

There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed.

How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, 'EEEE, your mom only has one eye!'

I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, ' If you're only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?'

My mom did not respond… I didn't even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings.

I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.

Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet her grandchildren.

When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, 'How dare you come to my house and scare my children!' GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!'

And to this, my mother quietly answered, 'Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,' and she disappeared out of sight.

One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.

My neighbours said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.

'My dearest son,

I think of you all the time. I'm sorry that I came to your house and scared your children.

I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.

You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine.

I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.

With all my love to you,

Your mother."

Now think about this. Are you in anyway guilty? How much appreciation do you show? Is it enough? Ask yourself these questions. Most of us, guys especially, think its "not cool" to hug or even kiss our mums in public, or even at home! Well guess what? They love it!

Do it while you still have the chance. Some people would do anything to bring their mothers back for just a hug. Do it now. Don't procrastinate. If she's close, hug her and tell her you love her. If she isn't, grab your phone. Call her and tell her. She might think you just want to ask for money (most of us call only when we need money), but make her know you mean it. She will smile all day, trust me.

Peace
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THE INVISIBLE MAN

I awoke to a glorious morning with a granted wish,
A wish to see, but not be seen,
To hear, but not to be heard,
But still,
I wished to be able to feel,
It was a ghostly wish,
To be the invisible man.
For just a day,

With my To-do list in mind,
One I made from the days I knew my waste left from my behind,
The places I wanted to go,
The Banks I wanted to go broke,
The Government secrets I wanted to know.
Many things to explore,
But first, I had to see my friends,
Give them a little more than they could comprehend.

I met them talking and laughing like always,
And then, one of them looked at me,
Through me,
Beyond me,
And asked about me,
It felt like their hearts flipped from flesh to stones.
And as they spoke, in cold hush tones,
Their speared words pierced every inch of my flesh and bones.
And they spilled, like they knew I was there,
And wanted me to hear,
I came to show them more than they could comprehend,
But instead,
I got as much as I could comprehend.

And when I had drank to my fill what they had spilled,
I left,
With my heart cleft,
Asunder,
The bits glued together by words to ponder.

And just then, I saw her face,
That face that always beamed with light,
That face that always carried a smile,
That was all I knew about her, her smile.

But there was more,
Her doctor said her body would lose the war,
In about five months or four,
With her cancer which started merely as a sore.

When I learned this was her fate,
I admired her faith,
Because she still wore a moonlit face,
With all of her pain hidden with no trace.

The places I wanted to go,
The banks I wanted to go broke,
The Government secrets I wanted to know.
None of it mattered anymore.

And now that I've become visible,
I know the people to treat right,
I've learned of the silent battles we fight,
And most importantly,
I've learned of the power of a simple smile.

But know,
That its two more wishes to go,,
So remember me when your door squeaks,
Remember me before your mouth leaks,
I might be watching, listening.
Because I, am the invisible man.
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Divine Love (Main)

This poem was written by Ebere Arafah @sisi_beela. I hope you guys like it like I did and get to the very depths. Enjoy.


"What more can a human ask for,
Than to have the Creator as your friend?
The Creator of the Heavens and the Earth.
Who Knows everything living and breathing,
Who knows everything wanting and seeking,
Who knows our actions before, during and after,
The Creator knows every display of Emotion ..

Nothing more but the constant show of Appreciation,
And the deepest sincerity in our actions,
Is all that is commanded,
So If human love makes you feel underrated,
Remember a love that can't be explained,
Wonderful,
Fulfilling
And is never Overrated.
Open your mind To understand,
Release Your inner most desire and Be, In the Constant Remembrance of the Creator,
Never judging,never mocking, Never misguiding the created.
We fail only because in the midst of our praises and duas,
We still underestimate the greatness of the Creator in our actions,
So what more can a human ask for?
What more can You ask for?
So in My pain I remember Him,
In my happiness I remember Him,
In my frustration, I never forget His Presence closer to Me
Knowing All that I'm going through,
What More Can I ask for Than be a Friend of the Creator?"
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Home

Just found a poem I wrote some months back. Hope you guys like it

"Home, according to the dictionary,
Is where one lives permanently,
Especially, as a member of a family, or household.
But home, according to my dictionary,
Is not a place built with of walls of stone.
Not a place to retire to when the day grows old,
Its not a place to sit before your little box of contradiction to kill your boredom,
Its not even a sight to behold!

Home, to me, is where I can have conversations,
Between me, myself and I, with zero intrusions.
Where my deepest secrets roam free, naked and exposed,
Like our fore-parents roamed with no clothes.
Where nobody judges me but me.
Where I'm the prosecutor and the defendant with just me to oversee.

Truth be said,
No matter how far I've fled or will ever flee,
I'm always within home's reach,
Like running the endless breadth of the beach.

And like the saying goes,
There's no place like home,
Truth is, I never leave home,
And strangely, I've never seen home,
I just, feel home.
It might sound now like there's a leak in my cranium,
But what matters is, I know home.
Because home, is what keeps me living,
Its where I pump the bright, thick fluid of life,
Home is where my heart resides,
Home, is my heart,
Home, is my heart,
Home, is my heart.
You are welcome to my home,
Feel free to roam,
And if you aren't cool with the rules of the dome.
Then please, just roll!"
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How to complete the qur'an in ramadan

I found this message circulating and decided to share due to the benefits we can get from it if implemented.


"The Qur'an (Arabic only) has 600 pages approx.. If you divide it on 30 days, that's 20 pages a day. You see, that's difficult to do right? But, if you divide it on the 5 prayers a day, it gets easier:
*If you read 4 pages after every salah in ramadan, then you've completed the Qur'an.
*If you want to complete the Qur'an twice, you read 4 pages before and after every salah.
Imagine if you forward this message, how many people will benefit and complete the Qur'an. And it gets even better, because you would get the reward for them finding it easier to complete. InshaAllah.
Jazak Allah khair"

Don't forget to read the translation of the meanings of the Qur'an too. Its also very important.
May Allah bless the one who came up with this and grant him/her Jannah.
May Allah give us the best out of this month of Ramadan and grant ease to the burdened muslims all over the world.
Ameen.
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PRESS RELEASE COMMENCEMENT OF THE RAMADAN FAST OF 1433AH

IN THE NAME OF ALLAH THE MOST BENEFICIENT THE MOST MERCIFUL
NIGERIAN SUPREME COUNCIL FOR ISLAMIC AFFAIRS (NSCIA)
NATIONAL HEADQUARTERS, ABUJA NATIONAL MOSQUE COMPLEX ABUJA, FCT ¾ 08036231533 / 08079365658
28th Sha'aban, 1433
18th July, 2012

PRESS RELEASE
COMMENCEMENT OF THE RAMADAN FAST OF 1433AH

Prophet Muhammad (SAW) instructed the Muslims, saying: "Do not fast unless you see the Crescent (of themonth of Ramadan) and do not give up fasting till you see the Crescent (of the month of Shawwal). But if thesky is overcast, count thirty(30) days of Sha'aban or of Ramadan as the case may be" (Narrated by Abdullahi Bin Umar)

Therefore in accordance with this Prophetic Tradition,Thursday July 19, being the29th day of Sha'aban 1433AH, Members of the National and State Moon-Sighting Committees as well as other Nigerian Muslims should look for the new Crescent of Ramadan month. If the moon is sightedon that day, the under-listed Leaders should be communicated immediately:
His Eminence, the Sultan of Sokoto Sokoto 08036470422
HRH the Shehu of Borno Borno 08037855555, 08023549558
Dr. Abdullateef Adegbite Abeokuta 08034020350
HRH the Emir of Gwandu Kebbi 08036154369
HRH the Emir of Kano Kano 064-631114, 633769
HRH the Emir of Bauchi Bauchi 077-542801, 543036
HRH the Lamido of Adamawa Adamawa 075-634449, 634822
HRH the Olukare of Ikare Ondo 08058014860
HRM Timi of Ede Osun 08037740390
HRH the Emir of Katsina Katsina
HRH the Emir of Zazzau Kaduna 069-332002
HRH the Etsu Nupe Niger 08039668707
HRH the Emir of Ilorin Kwara 031-2213218
HRH the Oba of Lagos Lagos 01-7767802
HRH the Oba of Agbede Edo 052-250153
HRH the Emir of Wase Plateau 08037042555
Chief Imam of Ibadan Ibadan 08062609601
Chief Imam of Osogbo Osun 08035740333
Chief Imam of Egba Abeokuta08035028763
HRH the Emir of Kazaure Jigawa 08098121000, 08026806971
HRH the Emir of Suleija Suleija 08037006034
HRH the Emir of Anka Zamfara 063-36458
HRH the Emir of Damaturu Yobe 08088870415
HRH the Emir of Gombe Gombe
HRH the Emir of Lafia Nasarawa 08036140098
HRH the Emir of Nasarawa Nasarawa 08065115151
Sheikh Haroun Ajah Ebonyi 08033397491, 08053152722
Sheikh Adam Abdullahi Idoko Enugu 08036759892
Sheikh Dahiru Usman Bauchi Bauchi 08033058201
Chief Imam of Owo Ondo 08063104919
Chief Imam of Ipokia Ogun 08033827971
Alhaji Dauda W. Onyegocha Owerri 08063828218
Alhaji Mukail Asoquo C/River08037122258
NSCIA Secretariat Abuja 08036231533 / 0803540120
Dr. Khalid Abubakar (Sec-Gen., JNI) Kaduna 08034531742

Chairmen of States Moon-sighting Committees:

Alhaji Musa Otto Rivers 08037710930
v Alh M.B.Ahmad (Imam) Bauchi 08036080799
v Sheikh Sheriff Sale Al-Hussein Borno 08022195159, 08033140822
v Alhaji Mikail Etim Asuquo Cross River 08037122258
v Alhaji Garba Baba Benue 08037862666, 07082234021
v Sheikh Ahmad Onilewura Osun 08052101331, 07062653336
v Alhaji Engr. Ibrahim Adike Anambra 08037840873, 048482086
v Alhaji Badamasi Dodo Kaura Zamfara 07066665225, 08024333774
v Alhaji Yusuf Chinedozi Nwoha Imo 08036306922
v Sheikh Haroun O. Ajah Ebonyi 08033397491, 08053152722
v Sheikh Adam Idoko Enugu 08036759892, 07083523590
v Sheikh Abdul-Aziz Yusuf Plateau 08035835562
v Dr. Kamaldeen K. Oloso Oyo 08037168442, 08059229059
v Alhaji ibrahim Chima Abia 08032037478
v Mallam AbdulFattah Enabulele Edo 08058767058,08034519626
v Ustaz Abusufyan Uche Bayelsa 08032516763
v HRH Emir of Damaturu Yobe 08088870415
v Kadi Ibrahim Babbawa Adamawa 08057160043
v Mallam Abdullahi Shuaib Lagos 08023037478
v Alhaji Tijanni Ughellivero Delta 080335474052
v Ustaz Musa Muhammad FCT 08033335254
v Prof. Aliyu M. Bunza Kebbi 08034316508
v Dr. Salihu S. Abubakar Kaduna 08037037898
v Hon. Kadi Salihu O. Muhammad Kwara 08035036591
v Musa Ibn Ibrahim Gombe 08054449928
v Mohammad Usman Taraba 08033159190
v Mohammed Gidado Jigawa 08036646410
v Yakubu Musa. H Katsina 08033217246, 08025502421
v Sheikh Mayaleeke A.R.F Ogun 08035050804
v Sheikh Dr. Ahmed Lemu Niger 08036005570

Where the authorities are satisfied that the new Moon has been sighted in accordance with the prescribed procedure, His Eminence, the Sultan of Sokoto and President-Gener al of the Nigerian Supreme Council for Islamic Affairs, should be informed at once, for a formal announcement of the commencement of the Fast.

Wishing you all, a blessed Ramadan.
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RAMADAN

Ramadan.

Oh Ramadan.

The month in which Ahmad (SAW) got the first bit of the qur'an.

In which every believing human,

Has a chance to super charge his Iman.

From Sahur to Iftar,

We stay struggling to stay far from An-Naar.

Starving our body and ego,

Nourishing the mind and soul.

An opportunity to wipe our slates clean,

And a fresh start for us on the deen.

From Iftar to Sahur,

We stand in devotion to An-Nur.

Seeking His Forgiveness and Mercy,

Seeking the Night of Majesty,

O Majestic! Make us witness the Night of Majesty!

Ramadan,

The month of victory for those on Iman.

Badr, Ain Jaloot, Andalus, Makkah,

Hama, Kashmir, Palestine, Damascus, Houla, Insha Allah!

And for our own battles we fight Fisebelillah,

Between us and ourselves.

Allahumma balighna Ramadan,

O Allah, Make us witness Ramadan,

Give us the best out of Ramadan.

And peace and blessings on Muhammad (SAW),

Who taught us how to grab all in Ramadan.

The Syrian Child I've never met, yet.

"Dear people of the world,

Are we the only ones who feel this cold?

Where were you, when on the shoulders of my father,

We screamed and marched for freedom at Daraa?

Where were you, when the people of Homs,

Were silenced in their homes?

Where were you, when my father,

Fell, fighting for the land of his fathers?

Where were you, when I was at Houla,

Hiding under the body of my brother,

As I watched armed men slit throats?

Where were you?

They say its the government,

But my teacher taught me that they are chosen to protect.

The government says it the enemy,

But my father fought with the enemy.

And mama told me he was a great man.

At this point,

I don't care who is right, or wrong.

I just don't want to see my friends burnt to bones,

I just want to be able to play with them on the streets of Homs.

I don't want to hide in burnt homes,

I just...want to go home.

I just want to run errands for mama.

And I must ask, where is my mama?

I last saw her at Hama,

She had a big wound across her neck.

They say it would be very bright the next time I see her neck.

They say I would meet her at a better place.

But where is the better place?

Why didn't she take me with her to the better place?

I need new clothes, these are stained with blood,

I need shoes, my feet are always covered in mud.

And here I am, with lots of children holding hands with their mothers.

We are going towards the border.

They say there's a better place there.

I know my mother is for waiting to me."

This is the message from the Syrian child screaming in my head.

I've never seen him, yet.

I hope I see him, before he gets to the better place.

THE REALITY

It must have taken a neighbour or a loved one,

It leaves sons with no fathers and fathers with no sons,

With so much stealth it can't be seen even under the sun.

Sometimes you feel its going to creep up from your behind,

And your life would be ripped from your inside.

Now let this reality diffuse through your cranium and into your brain,

You will expire, and yes, in pain.

And you are leaving with nothing of your gains,

And nothing would stop it even if your tears become rain,

You pray not to expire before your time,

But let me ask you this, one time.

Do you know if you will live to read the next line?

Or do you know if you even know your time?

Ask yourself about the child who died before he was nine,

Ask yourself about the foetus who died before he could even have a spine,

Ask yourself, about that person who expired without a goodbye.

You see, the earlier you accept this certain reality,

The better it is for your thinking faculty,

So now, you so badly want to know your time,

Relax, take a deep breath and I will tell you your time...

That time you take your last breath,

That is your time.

Prepare for your time,

It could come in no time.

TERROR ALERT!

May Day! May Day!!

There is a terror alert in my homeland!

The dead, uncountable,

The injured, still counting.

Its not just militant men bombing people, up north,

Or drilling holes and snatching people down south.

Its the greedy men who killed their democracy,

Quick to send it to the cemetery,

And re-branded their hypocrisy, democracy.

They've cornered our resources,

And turned deaf ears to our voices.

They come with sweet words and bare feet,

And leave us with our words of regret and bare feet.

There is a terror alert in my homeland,

And its not just ruthless business men raiding homes in bands.

Its a storm which has struck in every home,

Because we embraced it and made it a norm.

The Nigerian dream is just about our share of the National cake,

Not caring what it takes.

We've made it a do or die,

Or better still, just do, or do, or do!

And know that a rusty metal doesn't crumble in a day,

It is a gradual process of decay,

And at this pace, it can only get worse,

Because it feels while like we've been cursed.

Because why you look to the skies for help,

Your feet crushes the one who seeks your help.

My book told me these words;

"Allah will not change the condition of a people

Until they change the condition of what's within themselves."

My sister told me these words;

"You speak of change, yet ignore self-reform.

That is a concise definition of 'delusion'."

The end to this terror is from deep down,

And as near as it is, it seems so far.

And for those who landed to their deaths in Lagos,

They say it was an engine failure,

I say it was an act of terror.

Modus operandi? Corruption.

New York 9.11.01 is the equation,

Only this time, we know the culprits for sure.

This "war on terror" is our only cure,

That ARM of war, you must procure.

My prayer is simple; that they meet their Maker, as they lived their life.

CALL TO SERVICE

Its another call to service.

Her name is Ishola Badrat. She had an accident sometime around August last year and her left hand was broken, but she couldn't get a proper treatment since then due to financial difficulties. She tried local healers which only made it worse. Right now, the hand is infected and is badly swollen.

She was advised to go to Ladoke Akintola Univerdity of Technology Teaching Hosipital, Osogbo for medical examination, which she did. Now she needs at least 170,000 naira for the operation and other medical expenses like blood, drugs, bedding and so on.

All efforts made was able to. Raise 70,000 naira. That's progress.

I beg us to once again come to the aid of a desperately needy lady. Llet's think of how much we use in for our own entertainment. This is our own little service to humanity. May God bless you as head to the bank, or better still we could make e-transactions. If 20 people can drop 5000 naira each. This girls story might be history.

Please share this to people

Because she doesn't have the capacity to move around, her friend's account number is being used.

These are the bank details:

Account Name: Haleemot A.Ganiyu

Account Number: 1017326881

Bank sort Code: 254

Bank: Skye

"The likeness of those who spend their wealth in Allah's way is as the likeness of a grain which grows seven ears, in every ear a hundred grains. Allah gives increase manifold to whom He will. And Allah is All-Sufficient for His creatures' needs, the All-Knower." -Surah al-Baqarah, 261

"Blessed is he that considerth the poor: the Lord will deliver him in time of trouble. The Lord will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies." - Psalm 41:1, 2

There is no loss for he who spends in charity.

She missed her first date for surgery due to lack of funds. You won't let that happen again, or would you?

Make a pledge to do something now and act fast. Please!

BROTHER

I have a brother,

I was born in the quiet of dawn,

My cry breaking the quiet.

He was born in the chaos of a bright, dark night,

A night lit by bombs of dark knights,

His cries drowned by louder cries,

While my cries drowned the other cries,

He grew in this chaos

I threw rocks as pranks,

He threw them at tanks.

My friends, who pranked at the wrong places, got shouted at,

His friends, who played at the wrong places got shot at,

He lived his everyday like my movie, action packed.

And as we hit puberty,

My dream was to ditch the rocks and be the cool boy on the block,

His dream was to ditch the rocks and own his glock,

To stalk, dock behind blocks, and hit them in flocks like 2010 Bangkok.

And as we grew hairs on our faces,

His war bore two faces.

It was against the uniformed thugs on the streets,

And nagging of family critics.

And one day,

Struggling like every other,

The thugs struck, and my brother hit the ground...

My brother hit the the ground,

Never to feel or hear any sound, anymore.

I had a brother

I loved my brother,

I wish he heard me,

And if he heard me,

I wish I could prove how much I love him.

My brother is from Palestine,

My brother is from Afghanistan,

My brother is from Iraq,

My brother is from Somalia,

I love my brother.

And even though distance seperates us,

Our love bridges the gap between us.

I have a sister...

...I had a sister...

Hey Barbie!

Hey barbie,

I'd love to have a word or two with you,

She said, "who do you think you are talking to?"

I said, "please barbie,

Don't treat me like a poor old cabbie,

I don't know what you call fresh, but my clothes ain't shabby.

Lemme get this over with before you think me creepy."

I asked her name and she answered 'Abby'.

Abby, I'd like to tell u a thing or two about 'barbieness',

And please don't take this with carelessness,

Cuz I'm not here due to idleness.

I said, "what do u think of all your plastic,

Do u think it makes you look fantastic?"

She asked me, "what do you mean by plastic?"

I mean your plastic hairs and lens,

Scary eyelashes and plastic nails.

She tried to speak, but her tongue felt nailed.

I said, "hold on, I haven't nailed it yet".

I said, "are your eyebrows naturally bare,

Or did you escape from a government research lair?"

I know this might sound offensive,

But I really don't know a better way to make this comprehensive.

I know you miss ur dolly friend,

Who back then, was there when there was no friend,

But years have gone by and you need to let go,

I mean, how would you get inspiration,

From a doll, in your mode of expression?

I mean a barbie is a creation from a person's imagination.

I mean, its like telling your Creator He is terrible in creation.

You say its an expression of your taste in fashion,

And making boys drool gives u satisfaction.

But seriously, this assault on their senses is making you look senseless.

And you think you have fans in guys with Henessey tendencies?

This is how they see you,

Like the cheap weed they buy in the corner,

Smoke you to pieces and dump your ashes in a corner.

Or Let me tell you something which should go well with common sense.

When a barbie becomes worthless,

It is thrown into the trash, recycled into trash bags,

And used to pack more trash.

As much as u look like a barbie,

I hope u don't end up like one.

Just know that we humans care about you,

Or at least what's left of you.

So please, stick to the real you, not plastic.

Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone provided by Airtel Nigeria.

THESE ARE THE TIMES

Time,

Every moment  prime,

Cuz u can never get it back with the dime.

But these are sour times,

Times which seem like grimes on time itself,

These are the times,

Born of the words and actions of the past times.

Because prophecies come true like its a mime.

These are the times,

When the baby suckles from his mother, holding a whip,

When our women have become Hour glasses with the swaying of their hips,

When zina is an occupation with unimaginable reap.

These are the times,

When our screened boxes of fitna have appreciated,

And our own bodies have depreciated,

These are the times,

When the barefooted men have made their homes in the sky,

And the hyena has been made to lead the pride

When a girl knowing barbie better than she knows her mama isn't seen as a disaster,

And the best soccer on tv is given to us by the brewmaster.

These are the times,

When my ummah has become eat free n take away,

Much to the delight of the beasts of prey.

And leave their lives savaged by the end of the day.

These are the times,

When David's son has become Golaith,

When Moses brother has become the Pharaoh,

And the seeds of the sahabah has bore the tyrants.

These are the times,

When my brothers made tommorrow's headlines yesterday,

Because they made their triggers their sixth fingers,

Because their tongues couldn't shoot to kill.

And just like old times bore these times,

These times will bear later times,

Times which would still come like a mime,

When the sun rises from the west,

When the two Messiahs and the guided ones put us to test,

When in Lydda, the Messiah lays the other Messiah to waste,

When the son with no father will uncross many 'T's,

When d window of repentance would be closed, no pleas.

We can go on and on with these,

But know that this is no brain tease,

These aren't guesses, rather guarantees.

Peace.

CALL OF DUTY

This is not a call to war.
This is not a call to leave your homes and family,
Infact, it is a simpler call, only this time, its almost as good as the best callings!
How long can you live with pain?

She's Hadiat Oyesiji. She had an accident about 3 years ago, while returning to school from Saki where she resides after an ASUU strike. Her spinal cord and some other parts of her precious body was affected, since 2009, this sister has been going through unimaginable pains, as she is neither able to sit nor stand. Now she needs close to 2.7million, to undergo surgery in India, and she needs your assistance in raising the money and also include her in your daily dua'a.

Acct number: 0049530486.
Acct name: save a soul.
Bank: Guaranty Trust Bank
Muslim Students Society of Nigeria(Ladoke Akintola University of Science and Technology) branch number: +2348060590020

"Those who spend their substance in the cause of Allah and follow not up their gifts with reminders of their generosity or with injury - for them their reward is with their Lord; on them shall be no fear, nor shall they grieve" Qur'an 2:262

Remember that no amount is too small, but at the same time, the more you donate, the faster we get this over with.

Tell your friends, parents, family and everybody!!!

Remember that when there is a call, the first to respond is better than the second, and the second, better than the third and so on.

Remember her in your prayers too.

Save A Soul Today, pls help share this. Jazakhumllahu khayran

HEY LOSER!

You, yes YOU!

With your flashy cars and hustle scars.

You…are…a…LOSER!

Spare me a few words before you unleash your bruisers.

In my Lord’s words,

Wal asr,

Innal insana lafi khusr.

In four words, we all are losers.

Thing is, I just want to tell you how much of a loser you are.

Don’t mistake me for a preacher,

I’m just a guy seeking his Lord’s wager.

First, take a look at your massive house and flashy cars,

You are living the video life of Hollywood stars,

The VIP of the parties after the premieres.

You would spend a stack on cognac and spirits,

But would turn your back to the needy on the streets.

Maybe you can’t see them because of the dark shades you have on,

Or maybe you can’t hear their pleas because of the loud music you have on,

Or maybe you can’t smell the stench of poverty because of the ‘scent’ you have on,

So you just turn your swag on and…move on.

Your hustle scars tell you it’s your cash,

That you can splash as much as you stash,

But you forget that it can all go in a flash.

Hear the words of my Lord once more,

Kullun nafsin za’ikatul mawt,

Rough translation, you shall expire

Even when you least desire,

And you definitely don’t want ur Hastalavista to be in the fire,

Which then brings us to the question of the type of loser that you are.

If your loss gives you success in your eternity, then you are a good loser,

Something like limiting the damage.

But if your loss gives you ‘otherwise’ in your eternity, then you are an ‘otherwise’ loser.

But maybe if you discard the cognac and Smirnoff,

Maybe if you turn the music off,

Maybe if you turn the ‘riyah’ swag off,

Then you can be a successful loser.

So my friend, as I leave you now, I hope you don’t send your bruisers,

I think they are better off cleaning their BARs.

My last words for you,

When you will lose,

LOSE WELL!

The Successful loser is the one who loses the life of this world for the Next.

12/01/2012

WHO WILL JUDGE THE JUDGES?

Who will judge the judges?

The judges who stirred the grudges,

The very judges who blew the bridges.

Who will bully the bullies?

The bullies who spell disaster and turnover the underdogs' trolleys,

The very bullies who spit fire,sorrow and death.

But know that the cup has spilled its contents,

That the caravans are moving and the dogs are barking,

That dusk has come and the time is right,

That the redeemers have come 

Like thieves in the middle of the night,

And by dawn, they will be a hell of a sight

For who makes peaceful change impossible

Makes violent change inevitable.

14/01/2010

I FOUND LOVE

In Boonaa's words,

You should only say 'I love you' when its completely obvious.

Let me tell you about my love.

She was born in blood like every other,

Made pure like no other.

The timing of her birth perfectly chosen,

Her cradle, perfectly woven.

Her brothers and sisters made it neccessary,

To tell everyone, by any means neccessary,

They did it with zeal like paid mercenaries.

And while she grew up, she became known by all and sundry.

Some loved her make-up, and applied it,

Others tried to mess it up and hated it.

Now over to my side of the story.

How did I find love?

Everybody was talking about her,

She made the headlines almost every hour,

Truth is, I always had her,

I just didn't know how much she meant,

Not until I felt I was about to lose her to the headlines,

Did I realise being with her meant being in the frontlines.

Boonaa also said,

"One day everyone will be dead,

But not everyone truly lives".

I'd be a living dead without her.

I know I did a horrible job lowering my gaze,

But the beauty I saw can be seen by a blind man in a haze.

My gaze, never again am I going to lower,

Cuz I want to be with her every hour.

I still hear crazy stuff about her,

How men used her to fulfill their desires.

How I want to tell everyone about who she really is,

Cuz being with her will only give you eternal bliss,

But all I might get for speaking would be a diss.

So you can tease all you please,

Cuz in her arms I found peace.

And incase you find out who she really is,

You can come to her and grab a piece or two,

And YES!!! I can share her with you,

Eat from her knowledge as much as you can chew.

And if by now you yearn to meet her like I did,

Then telling you are name is a done deed!

And yes again! I'd share her so she caters for your need!

Cuz inDEED, there's enough for everyone!

So call...EVERYONE!

And let them hear her name

Her name is islam,

And with her I found love.

Are you in love?

07/01/12