REFLECTION

Wherever you look, you would see a glimpse of the past and a splash of the future. The words you threw at the air yesterday would come back to either hunt or caress your life. We make or mar our future by the actions we took in the past. Some dudes keep shouting that life is not fair but the truth is that the pains we bear and the pains we suffer are as a result of the things we did yesteryears and today. I had this façade that life is unfair to me until I came to the realization that everything that had happened in my life is a reflection of things I dreamt of and the bold hopes I hung on my neck like a gold necklace. The bigger you dreams, the bigger your challenges. Your dreams are a reflection of the challenges that crops up in your life; you have to surmount them with the brave heart and determination of a champion who is unrelenting in his or her pursuit for glory. Yes, better days would spring up from the rubbles of despair and disappointments. Without setbacks, there can be no Eldorado. Everybody wants to be a champion but not everybody is prepared to go through the rigorous routine it entails to wear that crown of glory on your forehead. Just like Tyson Fury, you have to have what it takes to stand up after being knocked down. Fate is as brutal as the killer punches of Deontay Wilder. The only way you can do wonders for yourself is by not staying down after the fall. To fall is human but to rise up and stand on your feet explicitly qualifies you as a champion. Sitting at the top is a reflection of the effort you had put in your life to be where you are. The greatest is not the one who sits on the throne but the one who got beaten and still manage to rise up again from the ashes like a falcon. Your failure is just a reflection of your present circumstance, it is not necessarily a reflection of who you are because you are who you think you are.

THE SECRET OF CHANGE

BE LIKE AN EAGLE

ATIKULATED VS BUHARILATED

There is pandemonium in the air , those in favour of Atikulated and those in support of Buharilated are squaring out against each other in the titanic battle of Nigerian politics. The bragging right is who would wear the holy grail of leadership. The main gladiators are two old men whose bank accounts are as fat as the clouds of West-Africa. Buhari is sitted on the throne and Atiku is hell bent on dethroning him from the golden stool of the Presidency of the world most populous black nation. Buhari's Machiavellian plan is in motion, Atiku's draconian teeth is also unrelenting. Who would save the poor masses of Nigeria from the demons of anarchy and the beast of intoxicating power. The king is fighting corruption with the iron rod of corruption. Who is he deceiving? We are praying for the divine intervention of the King of the gods, we long for a better and more prosperous Federal republic of Nigeria. Come February 23rd 2019, will the election umpire(INEC) hijack the mandate of the Nigerian electorates? Which ever way the pendulum swings, the nation would still remain a heterogeneous country of the beautiful-ugly. we are praying feverishly for the enthronement of a king with a human heart even though we know that there would be no "Amen" to our prayers.

THE POOR AND THE POOREST OF THE POOR

They were born on the same day with the rich but the planets were not aligned in their favor. Everyday is a struggle for them, the future blinks at them with a horrified stare. Education should be a free meal for them to eat, housing should be made affordable and available for them but the so called "gods" of this world would never allow a dime of good fortunes to flush away the bubbling miseries of the poor and the poorest of the poor. Everyone deserve the chance to dance with good fortunes. Is it a crime to be born without a silver spoon? We have failed these people, we all are guilty as charged. We merry when they are hungry, we lavish our souls with pleasure when they have no roof over their weak and frail bodies. We find delight in tagging them as miscreants, no finger is raised when they are unjustly treated. Politicians use them as thugs, they prefer them the way they are, slaves to be used and dumped at will inside the abyss of destruction. Are these people not human beings? Don't they deserve the right to feel the warm embrace of success and prosperity? Stand up today and help the poor and save the drowning souls of the poorest of the poor. Don't contribute to their avalanche of woes and agony. Be a torch bearer, change the orientation of the world and make them see the need to put smiles on the faces of the down trodden.

UNBEATABLE LOVE

I was downcast,lost and drained by misfortunes. My friends had used their deceitful proboscis to suck all the sweet juices inside the nectar of my morning rose. There was no sweetness left in me, my world had turned into a dark night where only lights from the half moon could penetrate. How then can i lay my weak fingers on the thin lights of the half moon? The search for answers made me a sojourner, brushing through the whirl winds of Africa to the United States of America. When i got to the land perceived by many as the garden of Eden of the modern world, my heart began to pound like an undulating sound of a poorly struck bass guitar. "The American dream is here" echoed my heart.I felt the bone crushing knocks of fear because i had always found myself inside the cooking pot of "Fate's" brutality. It did not seem as if my luck would blossom, my head had gotten accustomed to failure and disappointments. "One last time, this is it-nothing would go wrong" i muttered inside the weary ears of my frightened spirit. Surprisingly, my American dream did not drown with the titanic fear in my heart. Alexis came from the blues and fell in love with everything about this black foreigner who had had no luck in finding love in Africa. I came to the United states with a broken heart and a history of misfortunes but now i have the most radiant smiles in the whole universe. Alexis saw the beauty inside the beast and turned me into a prince. This love is unbeatable, my life has become a river basin of happiness.

MARTHA STEWART LIVING BY MEREDITH