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From the corners of my mind.


We can’t predict our life, no one has clearly been able to. At best we can anticipate what it could turn out to be.

The Curiosity that comes with the unknown is a gift; without it men would remain passive and not be creators of their destiny. Choice then willpower are the greatest gifts God gave us, it bestows upon us responsibility.

Hence, we must then know that tomorrow is Beautiful only because we are decorating Today.

Secondly, it’s a Journey;
Precept upon precept,
Lines upon Lines,
One page at a time before another.
That is the metaphor of our lives as HUMANS.


As you grow and advance in life be flexible, spontaneous and SENSITIVE at all times.

#Spill 2


We count our days using a calendar.

Look at it very well, our DAYS on earth follow a linear progression like the calendar date; day 1,2,3,4,5…..70….. n.

Look A Little CLOSER again and observe the TIMELINE OF YOUR LIFE. Our lives does not make a linear progression as the calendar time.

I’ll explain.  spill2

Career Coaching would tell you to plan your life; where do you want to end, then what are the 1,2,3,4….n steps that would get you there, once you can answer these questions and follow through, your dreams would come through.

NOTE: planning is a good thing to do, I do it and I will strongly advice it any time.

But there’s a wisdom here to learn, and it has to do with SENSITIVITY, FLEXIBILITY and being SPONTANEOUS.

Take me by my word, five years from now, if your dreams did come through, you would tell me that it didn’t happen exactly how you planned it. You would tell me some unexpected channels helped you out. You would tell me that it didn’t all turn out as you planned.

You would tell me that your dreams came through, but in many ways you never foresaw.

My friend that is life, our life.
Though we number our days by the linear progression of the calendar, our lives would however progress in a DYNAMIC way.

So what’s the use of this whole article?

Be flexible, sensitive, and Spontaneous.
Don’t be so rigid that you miss out of the unexpected great.

Embrace opportunities even though they scare you and are not according to plan, even if they appear like a distraction. As long as they would provide;

Better Platform
Healthy Network and
Build Strength in you.

Go for it.

Though the DAYS of our life follow the same linear progression as a calendar, our LIFE however is dynamic and not linear.

Strive. Survive.


Paul Shola Oguntade

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Irony Of The Matter.

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Drawn up in the aches of life,

Crawled up in a battle with tears,

I read a tale of fear, mine was a little unfair.

A touch of worth on my side,

A hand of despair my fair share,

Say it about my being rare, irony on sale!

My touch of care on a soul, accounts for a role,

Play up my part, battle of wits, challenge coiled up in faith.

Loosened up for hate- of a world in vague.

So if I boil with frustration, bitterness or better yet with

Hope, relief and still sit on some courage to find my rich storage,

Know what it is about.

The swinging of people and my pot of gold,

The irony of the matter.

Buried on papers, there goes my matters!

I need no soap of washing! I’ll rather drown,

in the bubbles of a wonderful something.

Even in darkness comes a certificate of ugly fineness-

What seems in vogue.

Talk about life with a mix of feelings,

Rising or standing still.

But what would you say if I choose to stay,

Away from what seems to be of late?

They say don’t give room to wait,

I know what your eyes have seen mate,

You sow and who reaps?

Tell me why I wouldn’t flinch!

I want no life on lease.

I perceive an odour of deceit, am pissed!

I pass through fire, you stall and get on higher,

I am a fighter, going by it tighter!

But have you thought about it?

The irony of the matter.

Deep in the realms of life lies treasures to find,

Knocked down? Abandoned? Rise to fight! Put aside.

In the sand of time,

I shall have my due of gold!

You  need not be told,

So go on with your laughter

We know who is the better

And that is the irony of the matter!

Be A god, the one you denied.

It’s locked but i am talking unlock!

Perhaps our roughest moments are not those that defy us but ones that mar us to define us.

Maybe the cries we stifle inside carries the weight of unspoken sighs.

Do you think if you let go, you will fall flat on your face without walking aglow?

Perhaps the beautiful times are forgotten and the harder times are remembered only to become more beautiful than it used to be.

What if it is all a facade, a myth or anything and you are living a dream you are yet to realise?

Why hope for a better tomorrow when today is gone and tomorrow is here?

33 years and a 40; Jesus and Moses.
But why are rushing, sighing, grasping the wind and emptying it into a basket?

So Solomon said vanity is vanity and you agreed your vanity is vain because you seek things that are vain and your vanity will not let your vain rest so you become vanity in all that is vanity, all is vanity.

Maybe you should kill your fears and be re born. How many times should you turn the other cheek? Seventy times seven.
How many times should you try just one more time and live?

Over seventy, times seventy times seven.
Till you be a god.
The one you denied long time ago.

From Genesis.

Karma, Common Sense And Everything In Between.

Just clear the fog in your eyes, it is nice to know how everything will make sense eventually and karma don’t need to bother.

Karma, they say is a bitch! So is common sense, when it is not common.

Regardless of who we are and the things we want, our sense of reasoning should never cloud our sense of judgement.
Judgement? Should we even judge at all? Maybe we could sit down and think about certain things in our lives that are not right and judge them.

Judge that, not other people.
Judge your own flaws, the one that keeps slapping you in the face when you point a finger.
Judge your shortcomings, the one that made you fail so many times.
Judge your fears, the one that tears up your face embarrassing your kind.
Judge your speech, the one that says garbage and sense at the same time.
Judge your impact, affluence, influence or a downturn?
Judge your presence, what story does it tell in your absence.
Judge every damn thing that the judge of your life will query you for.

Not think about the irrelevancies and unworthy stuffs that crawls up on the edge of our lives, stealing away moments.
But our sense of reasoning, the one that determines good versus evil births some kind of judgement.
So why not judge you? When you judge yourself, you reach that point where you have to judge no more.

Because a constant check in your mortal self will keep you in check. So when karma comes crawling like a bitch, it doesn’t bitch you out.
And when common sense is not so common, you will make a lot of sense.

Stuck In Somewhere.

Stuck in somewhere, somewhere on the elevator, you didn’t panic at first, you were sure it would work out fine. You hit the buttons but no it wasn’t moving, the arrows wouldn’t blink.

Perhaps this was pay back for being such a jack ass. You had kissed your best friend’s boyfriend in more ways than one and you had not been able to stop herself. Now the elevator seem to be  saying to you. ” I cannot help myself, i cannot help you unless you help yourself”

You sank to the floor and tried to place a call but network would not permit. The elevator walls were closing in and you felt suffocated, you couldn’t breath and you start to panic. The only thought on your mind was how to tell the secret to your best friend and how she would react.

It seems like you were choking as you held your throat and tried to yelp but no, you couldn’t. You coughed and silently said to yourself,

“Okay, i’ll let it out, i’ll let it out.”

You said this in repetitions and did not notice your best friend crawled up beside you, holding your hands. The elevator seem to have miraculously opened and faces were staring down at you.

“Rosie, are you okay? what is it you want to let out?”

Acting Over * spins around and face audience on paper*

Have you ever been in that corner, that hidden and uncomfortable space where you get so choked up in the bile of what you kept on for too long?

You know you need to let out but somehow, you can’t. Perhaps your fear is that people may blame you for taking certain actions, or that people may tag you selfish or maybe they won’t really understand it was something you had to do that was beyond you.

Or you just like to be consumed by your own little space and enjoy the freedom of keeping things to yourself.  Perhaps, the question is if keeping things to yourself, whether bad or good, is healthy?

I know about it being unhealthy in some ways, i mean it’s okay to keep things to yourself and cherish each moment to savor the freedom of secrecy but it is not okay to keep things to yourself every time. Things that can spoil the beauty of friendships like in Rosie’s, things that can kill you softly because you seem consumed by uncertainties. It is not easy letting go of one’s thoughts but it makes a whole lot of sense being in the right frame of mind, having nothing to hold back against yourself or anyone. Most importantly, having person(s) to share your moments with.

Speaking up releases the tension of bottling up something for so long. It puts us away from being stuck in somewhere.

What works best for you when you are stuck in somewhere?

In Response To Daily Prompt:Closet