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THOUGHTS OF A SUICIDAL

BrokenSeparated into parts or pieces by being hit, damaged or altered

Something is wrong with me. 

I am a masterpiece, I am 

Beauty to behold but please be told,

Don’t open the ornamented doors, lift the embroidered carpet, remove the wig

Never look beneath for my broken is not to be seen. 

Yes, open your eyes and look

But don’t far. Don’t go deep. Don’t search wide.

Let me hide

Behind the façade

Why decide

Decide you need to know me better

Better watch out 

Think again 

Again I beseech 

Let me hide.

 No! you don’t have the right to right my wrongs. 

What is wrong with you? 

No! what is wrong with me? 

E-motionless
Unable to find my way 

I want to find joy 

I want my troubles to go away 

I want to know peace as I know my name 

I want true happiness

I want genuine love 

I want to feel!

I feel stuck

I want to move!

What is wrong with me?
Desperate

What am I not doing right?

Why this much pain?

I cry myself to sleep at night 

Hoping my morning would be bright

Open my curtains to the light 

But as hard as I fight with all might

I cannot quite feel alright… 

What is wrong with me?
Alone

Why am I this way? 

I want to scream 

I have nightmares 

Of when I was little

And my cupboard was my close companion

And the cobwebs weren’t nuisance

And I could block the whole world 

My daddy didn’t love me 

My mummy shouldn’t have had me

I’m certain God hates me

What is wrong with me?
Written by Olamide Davis

 
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Posted by on June 9, 2017 in Literature/Writing

 

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THE WILD LOUNGE – MALEVOLENCE

Hi there, it’s Ignis. Without much ado,…..today I’m talking about abuse against women,…by men (kinda why I chose the word “MALEvolence“)……okay, that was a failed joke…let’s get down to business shall we please?

  I’ve been seeing, and hearing various stories of women being abused by their husbands and or partners….From Tonto Dikeh or Churchill whatever….to Mercy Aigbe….and that’s just the ones you hear about. Oh, yeah, there’s also Karabo Mokoena or something. But unfortunately, I’m not here to sympathise with anybody. Man beating woman is absolutely none of my business. I’m actually here to “analyse” the situation with as much bias as possible.

   Now what makes a man want to beat his wife? Or any woman for that matter? Some of you would say bad upbringing or mental disorder….well while these are plausible reasons, there is also the fact that the woman herself is a troublemaker: always nagging, not preparing food regularly,…letting her high salary get to her, or general lack of submission to her husband. I mean, ladies, you should know all these things get to men! You can’t just come up with some attitude at the expense of a man’s stomach….or start nagging him about bills when the game is on,…or start demanding an explanation for the lipstick on his collar or Trojan in his trouser pocket….such a man has the moral right to react in any manner he deems fit or necessary, even if it means going all Anthony Joshua on you. So, take note. It’s a universally known fact that the majority of abuses on women are caused by the women. Take a look at this….a woman knows a man is not entirely mentally or emotionally stable, but because the instability doesn’t extend to his pocket, she lies against love and enters a lifetime commitment with such a man, flooding everybody’s timeline with the relationship in pictures, and then when he short fuses and breaks flower vase on her head for refusal to engage in sexual relations with him,…she’ll start crying on Linda Ikeji’s blog. Ain’t nobody got time for that oh. Especially the celebrity victims, they think we’re interested in their cries for help. Nonsense! Like we don’t know it’s an arrangement between them and blog administrators to attract more traffic and fans to both parties. Really the only thing they get is more fame and fan following because they’ve low key done the needful by separating from the “monster” till a compromise or whatever can be reached. So they don’t need sympathy or “help”. They don’t press charges (at least not here) after all. It’s just all a “wash”. So, please, let’s stop wasting money on #NoToDomesticViolence campaigns, and let’s channel all that energy into more profitable ventures like Big Brother Naija for example.
   Now, the case of the “Southie” babe, man, that one really got me. The way people went around scolding (for the use of lenient words) the boyfriend of a lady (named Karabo) for burning his now ex girlfriend to ashes. Now, let me put the question to you, if you’re trying to tap on your father’s windscreen/windshield and you accidentally crack it, wouldn’t you rather just break the whole thing so, that way it’s easier for everyone involved? Yes? Exactly! So why then was everybody attacking that young man?? He accidentally killed his girlfriend, so he had to burn her up since she was already dead after all, and so everyone should have closure. I don’t understand how some social media users reason sha. Complicating such a logical something,…it just goes to show how y’all think.
  Anyways, I have to make a call to my own immediate ex girlfriend who unfortunately has been traumatized since a suicide bomber blew up the venue of her concert leaving so many people dead and injured. Now that she’s vulnerable, maybe I’ll be able to take advantage of things and you know,….

   By the way, who else has been a victim of trying to get food at any time past ten in the ninight
Written by Mayowa Akinyemi

 

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ABIOLA OJO GAMES: TEAM BY TEAM ANALYSIS

Year 5.

Last year’s Black Panthers are probably the favourites for this year’s tournament. If they can get themselves to train that is. They got so close last year, losing on penalties to the then year 5. Seyi Law must still have nightmares about the woodwork, even his mates now call him barrister Seyi as only him seems to be called to bar
Key Players: There is a lot of quality in the side but few players are some worth mentioning. You probably know them but let me just do my job.
Tobolos– Highest scorer for the class of 17. He has been in incredible form having just scored his first the year before the last. His most potent skill is notably his dedication and sheer will. He is not one to lose the ball as he will chase it to every corner of the pitch. Let’s hope his will will will his team to victory. 

Macho– Power, Leader, Composure, snake bite that’s all. 

Quasim– the multi talented sports maestro is the silent commander on the pitch. He isn’t overly glowing on the pitch but in the shadows he orchestrates the play like the master full puppeteer. 

Seyi law for honourable mention. With a playing style that reminds you a little bit of zaha and penalty woes like zaza let’s hope he can improve and remedy his errors 

This quartet can decide the games by themselves. Skill, workrate and end product are in abundance and defences (and attacks) should beware.
Special mention to Pelumi…and Dormo.
Year 4.

Last year’s Winter Soldiers, can they bring on the heat this time around? Their classmates will hope so. They’ll want to bring the trophy back from Law School (or Pryce’s studio). With their recent history, it’ll be fun to see how they temper their anger without curbing that amazing competitive spirit that has made them so interesting.
Key Player: Kay. This fantastic piece of footballing magic is probably the faculty’s best utility player (Robert might disagree though). Rumors had it that he would have played for Southampton if not that he thought they were too small a team for him. And he wants to focus on his Law career, of course.

Special mention goes to Russell also known as Q. And Ogalu Bolaji whose twinkle toes seems to be one of the many talents that make their class a unique blend.
YEAR 3.

WAR MACHINES!!
You can practically hear Robert shouting it. The class has a lot of very good players and will be looking to go all the way to the title. Hopefully, Cannon can finally become a title winning coach.
Key Player: Robert. The only forward that is box to box. Trust me, you haven’t seen anything like this (except you watched his last game of course). Special mention to the rest of the team, his supporting cast.
They also have a new intake in the defensive midfielder Olu who seems to just be the missing piece in the jigsaw puzzle of their team. ( Well to some the team plays like they are puzzled)
Year 2.

The Class of 2020, the former antmen, are no longer strangers to the Faculty’s sporting event, which means they have no more excuses for failure. Everyone expected a stronger performance from them last year but they failed to live up to expectations. This year however they are not the same team they were last year. They have trained and improved their team for the games but will it be enough to see them crowned victors this year? We can only watch.
Key Player: Femi. The rock. The only 4. This Kante/Gattuso/Casemiro hybrid has improved from the average DM he was last year to a beast who dazzles match after match. Known for not giving up, there’s no need to dribble him because he won’t leave you alone. The Class of 20 can’t wait to get their amazing DM to work.
Special mention to Efemena, Ayo, Afilaka, Semiloore, Khalil, OMIO. Lemme kuku mention the whole team.
Year 1.

The rookies. The debutants. The new boys on the block, sorry pitch. Anyways, the Law Class of 21 are not here to play with anyone. They’re here to win. A formidable team, their strength is in teamwork (what do you expect in a team sport?) rather than individual brilliance. They’ll surely be a pleasure to watch, not play against. Robert might have something to say about that though.
Key Player: John. In an era filled with brilliant attacking players, it’s refreshing to see a defensive player like John (and Kante) take after Femi from the Law Class of 20 and put on a wonderful show for the spectators. Tackles, interceptions and the occasional goal make John a delight to watch. Attackers, beware!
Special mention to Dami and Laolu.​
#TheGamesAreComing

#AbiolaOjoGames

 
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Posted by on June 8, 2017 in LSS GAMES, Sports Yarn

 

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REMINDER: PROFESSOR ABIOLA OJO GAMES ANNUAL PRESS CONFERENCE

Come Friday the 9th of June 2017,the faculty of law would host it’s annual Professor Abiola Ojo sports festival press conference .The conference is going to be focusing on the tactical analysis of the various coaches on the various sports being contested .With the introduction of an Olympic themed concept .

This year’s press conference would also witness the unveiling of the unified games trophy which would be the symbol of dominance for the class with the highest number of medals ,accompanied with other trophies and medals.

This year’s competition would be tagged “CLASH OF THE TITANS “. Last year’s conference witnessed some brain racking decisions with eventual answers costing some teams ,and this year’s conference promises to be no different .

In past times,the games have been framed up on the the backbone of the hotly contested football competition ,and this year’s conference although with the introduction of the Olympic theme would probably be no different .With that been said ,the thought everyone should keep in mind is the fact that none of the contesting classes has been able to get their hands on the conveted prize at least except for the class of 21′ who for them would be the first taste of the games. The reminder would definitely go out with a point to prove as this year the stakes would be raised,no holds barred .

This year’s conference would for sure be the starting point and possibly spell the end for each and every competitor .
#9thJune2017

#Pressconference

#ProfessorAbiolaojosportsfestival

#Thegamesarecoming.⚽⚾

 
 

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ADRONITIS

Only a phrase resounds in my head, “I’m sorry “ .If you ask me, I don’t know for what exactly. No, I don’t particularly have any regrets, but I definitely feel the absence of your youthful presence.Your courage, I immediately admired, saying you loved me , investing so much time to that effectgave so much to know me , and you still had all for loss.
If only I knew me, I’ve never quite deciphered what this creature “Me” is about. When you ask me , who exactly I am, what I want, what my spec is, or what captivates me; All these questions, lead me to a door, that may lead to a possible answer, walking through this door with all excitement to find you these answers, I am only welcomed by the barricade of yet another door and another.
Forgive me, forgive my inability to love you back, I do not know how to. I do not know what “ Right” is right or might be wrong.
Pardon me for shutting the door against any acknowledgement of your love, I’m just skeptical, reality in itself might not be real, and the word “ Love” in itself might be synonymous to hurt, deceit and hate.
I see your back now, walking away with all determination, because you finally see, the things I couldn’t bring myself to tell you; that I’m not that one, I’m not worthy of this love of yours and you cannot discern my complexities , you never will, I can’t myself.
I replay your last words to me and the coldness with which they were relayed , I replay the words you first blurted out and the gleaming passion in your eyes. The story wouldn’t have been any different , I am still a puzzle , laid back, not able to fix itself. So let me be, that lone warrior, whose appearance is as a dove, but whose rigours is as the troubled sea’s.
You have shown me that I am not without any emotions, a cold heart .I feel my heart’ s hurt in every word I scribble down. You have opened yet another door, I thought was lost in oblivion, and for this, I pledge my gratitude from the other side.
Written by Folasade Edun

 

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DRAGS AND PUFFS

Promise me, dear child that when the tide rolls in strong enough to sink your head and the vibe to carry on you no longer have, you would find no solace in the open arms of the white element wrapped in the end product of the tress, lit only by a match or better still the sticks that have been improved upon by the intellectualism of the son of Adam transferred into beings with no soul but strong enough to consume the offspring of man amd render him into oblivion.
Promise me, dear child that when you are offered to take a drag even as they come in different flavors for one to savor, you would gracefully decline by stomping your feet upon it walking on with your head held high and looking back at it no more.
For in it dear child, you would spend your cash, money, kudi, ego but it would do only momentary good to your ego. For in it dear child, you would be promised to soar on high upon wings of an eagle but not the super eagles. For in it dear child, you would be promised sharper reflexes but by the time the effects wear out…examples given to you on the board you shall miss. For in it dear child you would be promised the ability to visit places without even buying a ticket or obtaining a visa but I assure you the only transport you would be getting is a one way ticket to Belial. For the very essence of your living it would become and without it you would be not able to derive a meaning for your life for dependent you would heave become on it. For everytime you take a drag and savor the moment, puffing out rings either through your mouth or nose, you puff out your life right before your very eyes albeit in rings.
For when nature comes calling in the form of spasms wrecking your entire being to its very core and causing tears to cascade down your now wrinkled face and you go running to the physician’s for help, he would only in return give you an unending list of names unheard of in my days offering you no help whatsoever to them for no help can be rendered. 
For by then you would sit by the fireplace, weak, wasted, spent and out of you would flow streams of resentment for the white element, but jeer at you it would in return for it has consumed your very essence of being.
Promise me, dear child that you would hearken to these words uttered from the blackened lips and yellowed teeth charred by savoured moments of taking a drag here and a puff there. This I tell you dear child, for I know of one who does not drag but alas is the most high.

                                           Yours Truly,

                                           Tales of the Phoenix. 

                                          

 
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Posted by on May 24, 2017 in Metanoia, Opinion

 

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A MERRY VILLAGE CHRISTMAS

Final part of the series

So here I am, tied to a pole like a goat waiting to be killed or whatever the masquerades decide to do to me. I take some time to think about my life. It hasn’t been a bad one. School was lit(sometimes), I had good friends and we had had awesome times. My family was great and I’ll miss them, if spirits could feel. The tears are flowing freely now. 
The masquerades come back and inspect me while they talked in low tones. I hoped they didn’t torture me. That would be terrible. I hoped they just cut off my head at once so I could feel no pain. I read somewhere that it was easier that way. 

Suddenly, a man rushes in, startling the masquerades. That surprised me. Weren’t they spirits? Why were they scared? He shouted some weird things and moved towards me. The spirits didn’t make a move. I have never been so confused in my life. He takes a long knife out of his jacket and puts it on my neck. He opens his big mouth and bellows;

JORDAN!!!

I open my eyes slowly, my heart beating fast. What does this man want? 

I trudge to the living room, back bent, eyes half closed. “yes dad?” “You and your sister should sweep the yard immediately”. I sighed. “Yes Sir”. 

Now I’ll never know if I died. Wouldn’t have been a bad thing, considering the current circumstances. 

Written By Joshua Nwabuikwu

 
 

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