A rolling stone gathers no moss, this is me oiling the wheels of progress. This is my memoir, my everyday toils, triumphs, falls and daily attempt at fueling the enthusiasm. it is not a small something!
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Through my eyes
The future through my eyes I see,
I am no seer, yet in this darkness I see,
A bright Light at the end of the tunnel, I see
Unsure if the bulbs are powered by generators or PHCN.
No Corruption in this future I see,
Still unsure who made this happen, ICPC or EFCC?
A working transport system, I see
If its BRT, Ferry, rail or Air, I cant say
But no more abandoned roads by RCC or LCC.
Security of Lives and Properties, I see
My visions r clouded, is dis the Police or OPC?
Well Equiped, First Class Health Facilities,
Gone are the days when, all ailments are treated with Vit. C.
No more uprising by NigerDeltans, Boko Haram or Bakassi,
In this future, One NIGERIA is all I see.
Access to Credit facilities in our banking industry
Who was our savior, maybe Lamido Sanusi?
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
The Lamentations of BamBam
this darn dynamics is killin me
is it ironic that we get high when our spirit's are low,
we zoom in, in our rangerovers and leave with hangovers
grey hair sproutin in the midst of my black hair,
my young neck carrying a cranium fit only for elders,
I'll get out surely, but the question is WHEN?
The inner strenght in me is surprising even to me,
the tenacity with which we weather the storm,
only proves the existence of a more powerful force,
a force so powerful, He controls the affairs of men.
knim,shutting off 4rm the problems of life in d nyt.
only to be woken up by fresh challenges in the day,
somehow, we take the leap of faith into oblivion,
and before you know it, anoda day is ova.
and the cycle of overcoming the unkown continues.
They say no pain, no gain
but i am sure there is an elastic limit,
coz the slain can't gain from their pain
Where is the reward of the diligent?
until i get the answer, heaven can u pls gimmie a hug!
is it ironic that we get high when our spirit's are low,
we zoom in, in our rangerovers and leave with hangovers
grey hair sproutin in the midst of my black hair,
my young neck carrying a cranium fit only for elders,
I'll get out surely, but the question is WHEN?
The inner strenght in me is surprising even to me,
the tenacity with which we weather the storm,
only proves the existence of a more powerful force,
a force so powerful, He controls the affairs of men.
knim,shutting off 4rm the problems of life in d nyt.
only to be woken up by fresh challenges in the day,
somehow, we take the leap of faith into oblivion,
and before you know it, anoda day is ova.
and the cycle of overcoming the unkown continues.
They say no pain, no gain
but i am sure there is an elastic limit,
coz the slain can't gain from their pain
Where is the reward of the diligent?
until i get the answer, heaven can u pls gimmie a hug!
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