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Greatness inbetween pages

Unlike some people,
I never used to find reading fun.
Reading was like a punishment to me growing up.

I was the typical example of the African man
Who you would hide something from
By putting it in the middle of a book.

But I wanted to grow
I wanted to know
So I knew I needed to sow
If I wanted to glow.

I tried reading my first book, but damn!
It seemed like the punishment I’ve always had.
But I discovered that the more I read,
The more things I had to say,
And the more things I had to write.

As I forced myself to read,
I realized that I knew more.
It was amazing how some of the words, sentences, and information
I met in between the pages of each book
Found their ways into my daily interaction with people.

In all these…
I have discovered,
That men who became really great,
Found greatness in between the pages of the books they read.

More From The Writer: JEREMY

Written by Okunsanya Abiola




The preacher man once told me something.
He said, “It’s one thing for one to feel pain inside,
And it’s another thing for one to dance in pain”.

It is he who takes money to pay the drummers
That will call for the kind of sound to be heard.
But we have not enough to give to the drummers,
Except for our loyalty which we’ve given to the drums.

We survived slavery; we survived colonialism;
We survived disasters; we survived wars;
But we are not sure if we will survive this pain.

The holy books spoke about demons and angels.
I think the owners of this sound are demons
And we, the dancers of this sound are angels.
So we worship these demons in flesh, spirit and in truth.

Their strong sounds have swallowed our tender hearts,
And we can no longer hear a sound from our heartbeats.
The saints taught us how to fight using prayers,
But they never taught us how to pray using fights.

What hurts a madman more than not being able
To dance to sweet songs made for men like himself?
What hurts a dumb man more than not being able
To speak of the silent market in his throat
Filled with ruckus, restlessness, and stagnancy?

This minute, we want war for the pains we’ve had;
The other minute, we unconsciously move to and fro
To the soft sound coming out of their deadly drums.

If only walls could speak, they’d have sent warm warnings
Before we finish dancing to these drumbeats.
But walls do not have voice nor mouth to speak with.
They only have ears, to listen and to hmmm.

Young boys like us who are part of these dancers
Fling our feet to and fro, fearlessly to the soft sound
And let the fire consume us from a second till infinity.

We burn together without feigning flames
The same way lovers of fire do whenever
They get slapped on their chests by big bullets.

Whenever we see ourselves burning without flames,
A part of our heart hits us to find a way to stop burning
Until we die and get swallowed by time and tide.

There is this part of the day that comes after night;
When the eyes in our soul will be widely opened.
And we will see that pain, is never a kind of feeling
Like the pleasure got from listening to good music.

Pain is you, it’s me and it’s us.
We are our own pain.
And that’s why mother said “it is good to know that
Creators can also dance to their own creations”.

More From The Writer: THIS IS DEMOCRACY

Written by Jacob Temidayo



Wait, don't come yet

I always believe LOVE was a fairy-tale
That there was nothing worthwhile in it
Even if you give your best
You only come back with an empty trash can.

But then, LOVE began to prove its worth
That I couldn’t but recognize it wherever I went
Even to the most dreaded and ruthless things of this world
I found joy and peace within.

Wait, I still remember my pieces on nightmare
That hurt me so dearly to the bones
Although, I learned my lesson the tough way
I just can’t imagine myself giving everything back to LOVE again.

It’s always said that the patient dog eats the fattest bone
And the fattest bone produces the stronger dog
But what happens when the dog isn’t still strong enough
Maybe the dog waited too long. Who would you blame?

But LOVE keeps coming back to me
Even after I have given up and said Wait, don’t come yet.
But then I realized LOVE is something you can’t force
Especially when it comes from the person who wouldn’t give up on you.

I have heard several stories about several things
But in all of these
And none of myself
I say LOVE surpasses them all.

More From The Writer: LIMITLESS

Ajayi Olubiyi About Ajayi Olubiyi

A Prolific & Multi-talented Writer who has written hundreds of articles published worldwide. He is a Google certified Online-Marketing Professional, Growth hacker, Editor, Content developer, and Engineer. Read more




We live in a world where things are considerably not easy to achieve for the person with nothing. And at the same time quite easy for the person with a known beginning. I have come to the understanding that to make the world a better place is easier said than done because, at the end of the day, it’s so certain you won’t find anybody on the run.

Most times I ask myself questions like “what’s the mystery behind not having a passion to keep up with a dream and why can’t one just become whatever he wants” On answering my own questions I traced everything back to lack of self-will. Yes, that self-will we fail to harness when in difficult times.

I find it so inspirational and thoughtful to be under the voice of a great man addressing his audience and him uttering that statement ‘I started my career from scratch if I can make it in which I did; you have no excuse but to achieve great things also’ Interesting right? But then, I came to realize that level of struggle differs from one man to the other, from one situation to another.

You can’t compare the level of struggle and pain of Bill Gates who dropped out from Harvard University in the United States to a starving 10year old kid who hasn’t even started school in a remote area of Burkina Faso. See the difference?

Nevertheless, I reckoned with myself that it’s all one’s doing. If you choose to succeed and become great, it’s up to you. You have got to walk your way up to the top leaving distractions behind. I have lived up to the level of owning my own decisions and choosing what will be of great value to me.

Let’s leave the talk and work the actions because we all know talk is cheap. Collectively we can make this world a better place.

More From The Writer: ONE DAY IN PARADISE

Ajayi Olubiyi About Ajayi Olubiyi

A Prolific & Multi-talented Writer who has written hundreds of articles published worldwide. He is a Google certified Online-Marketing Professional, Growth hacker, Editor, Content developer, and Engineer. Read more



One day in Paradise

We are short of one day already. That day when we’ll leave the four walls of this great universe and head back home to where we rightfully belong. No matter how long we stay here on earth whether a twenty or sixty or a hundred years. One day our soul will depart from the body which we possess.

Just one day in paradise is enough. I mean, a taste of it and you’ll never want to come back to this world. For that’s the fate of those who closed their eyes in death. It is often said that you can’t explain the true meaning of something until it has happened to you but nevertheless, death is different. It’s a feeling you get such that even the deceased feel nothing about.

One day in paradise is enough to forget everything and all the struggle poised by life on earth. If I may ask a question, how did you handle that feeling when you heard of the demise of a close friend or relative? Is it something you cannot explain? That’s it. Life is like a pattern only visible to those who can see it.

For those who see pattern know the true effect of every star. Because when these stars shine so bright, they know when it can be snuffed out. Death is inevitable. It will happen to all, at one point in time. Everything in due time will be traced back to the beginning where it was written ‘In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth’. For that is the fate of all human, going back to the beginning.

More From The Writer: INSCRIPTED

 About Ajayi Olubiyi

A writer with over 250 written articles published worldwide. A social media manager and Engineer. A person of impact. Read more




Adunni Ade, omo aji dara bi egbin (One who’s beauty is like the morning dew),
Omo to dudu bi ti kooro esin( One who’s black shine)

Skin as that of a smooth seashell,
The one who’s beauty makes men stand in awe,

Orekelewa obirin(A woman of inestimable beauty),
Her waist adorned with beads jiggling back and forth as she moves,

Oniwa tutu bi adaba( One with humility)
O ba tete wa sile mi kin f’e s’aya mi( Come quickly to my home and let me make you my wife),

Erin re muse ti f’okan mi sife re( Her smile draws my heart to her love)
Eyin re funfun nene bi ti awo oyinbo( Her smile like that of the white dishware),

Ogo re si tan bi ti eye okin( Her glory shine forth like that of a peacock),
Adunni Ade, Omo a ji tannwo( A child to be reckoned with),

Omo aji p’ote mole(One capable of stopping betrayal),
Aridunnu mi! (My happiness).

More From The Writer: LETTER TO MYSELF

Written by Adegun Wuraola





Like Paul said “I find myself doing what am not supposed to but the things I do not want to do, that I find myself doing” That’s the fate of every Writer. We writers share the same feeling of guilt whenever we aren’t doing what is meant of us to do.

Yet we find pleasure procrastinating the day words are meant to be pen down to times when the chance no longer exists. Yes, I believe in big dreams but what does that mean to a group of people who thinks in the wrong direction. For I’m a product of penniless thought with a lot of words only hidden within me.

Before you tag me no writer, I accept the fact that I haven’t been staying on track but that does not mean I still don’t have my eyes got on purpose. Yes, we live in a world full of noise with each person seamlessly waiting for the right time to reach its peak. But all are like a mist, soon they disappear. A Writer will always be one who out of all noise in the world quietly speak to its heart saying ‘what about your dream’.

No matter how difficult situations may prove themselves to be, a mind full of real purpose will always have its way back and act accordingly. Because there is no percentage of pleasure out there that won’t be full of void as long as that passion and purpose isn’t met.

More From The Writer: NIGHTMARE

 About Ajayi Olubiyi

A writer with over 250 written articles published worldwide. A social media manager and Engineer. A person of impact. Read more




Just in few minutes I saw everything happen
Where you signaled to me straight from your heart how you felt
And made me see the reasons why it’s all gone
I couldn’t but help myself up when I read this all over your face.

Yes, I felt empty inside of me while sleeping
Because I wasn’t expecting to hear you say such
And I couldn’t help trace down the whole scene
Right from the moment I took my bath to falling asleep

Probably I could trace it down to that Sunday afternoon I saw you with him
Yes, you saw me and didn’t acknowledge my presence
I called and asked what was wrong
Instead your reaction told me everything I was always wanted to hear.

And then I asked that question
That almost made me cry.
That who was he
And yes, you told me it was him.

I asked what about me
You signed off your looks.
I’m done with you, I heard you say that
It is him now and nothing more.

I woke up few minutes later
Thinking of how much I need you
And wouldn’t have you stay in my life again.
Oh, what a nightmare!

More From The Writer: BLIND DATE

 About Ajayi Olubiyi

A writer with over 250 written articles published worldwide. A social media manager and Engineer. A person of impact. Read more



Blind Date

A writer is a person who writes, you know that from the onset. But what happens when writing doesn’t take its natural cause in the life of a writer? A person who calls himself a writer isn’t better than a prisoner because both of them are inmates of their own thoughts and action.

What do you call a writer who lives his life and still live another person’s own through imagination? Who do you call a better writer, one who takes pleasure in writing? Yes, it is but a writer who doesn’t practice what he preaches is called what?

We get too bored about life that we do not do the things expected of us and why is this so. Maybe because there is no much success to commensurate with the already prepared hard-work. What makes a writer’s life beautiful is when he offers himself freely to the person that cherish his heart. Writing unlike other profession is quite different because affection and love has to be mixed together to get a better personality of the writer.

The truth is, being a writer is tiring and frustrating. You have to think beyond the reasoning of others and judge fairly after weighing between the several choices laid before you which will give one a better perspective about the world at large.
A writer is still a prisoner unless the right motivation is revealed before him which could help him drive what is inside of him outside on paper.

More From The Writer: LIFE IN TURNS

 About Ajayi Olubiyi

A writer with over 250 written articles published worldwide. A social media manager and Engineer. A person of impact. Read more



Letter to Myself

Hello beautiful, I see you’re doing well with your new age, you’re a year older and at a very critical stage of life, I hope you’ll be able to handle all the pressure and challenges that may come with it? I hope you’ll never give up on yourself no matter what. Mistakes are allowed and bound to happen but hope you learnt from it in your previous years?

I hope you’ve finally come to terms to take people for who they are, I hope you’ll never feel hurt or betrayed by people’s action? You know everyone just can’t be like you, I hope you free your inner spirit and mind to learn more from life. I hope your sensitivity won’t make you withdraw any longer from the world. I hope you find peace within yourself and quit fighting yourself on what can’t be avoided.

It’s a new beginning into your mid-late twenties and I pray God grant you the strength to walk through each stage with grace. You’re a warrior, warriors doesn’t give up. Never give up on life, learn to let things go, never hold unto things that aren’t meant to be and won’t be. Learn to have a free spirit as free as a bird, discover and bring out that awesomeness and playfulness in you.

Continue to have pride in you, never let people’s words and opinion get to you. Live your life for yourself and never for anyone. You’re stronger than who you think you are, you’re appreciated, you’re beautiful. Just let the beauty of your soul out and shine!

More From The Writer: LONELY

Written by Adegun Wuraola