….random ramblings from a prolific mind.
Before I get lost is a NYSC (National youth service corps) themed story that detail the experience of most youth corps.
From answering the call to serve, and to chose to face the reality of service.
Likewise in same vein you seek for realities to be altered for you, but you have to accept what you have, because you’ve come a long way and you can’t back down now.
In that time you’ll seek to start all over but its not always the case more like continuing without.
“Your life is your hands” a popular saying which I believe was made to make you feel you’re are in control of your actions at every point in time. A negation of the predominant believe that we might just be puppets and that someone is up there pulling the string on us.
Whether that’s true or not, I’ll add from #RobertWright who incites that “We’re all puppets and our best hope for even partial liberation is to try to decipher the logic of the puppeteer”
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If roses tried to be sunflowers, they would lose their beauty; and if sunflowers tried to be roses, they would lose their strength.
#MatshonaDhliwayo
I was going to do something else with my camera today till I saw this beautiful yellow flower and I decided to take a shot.
“10pm at the orientals, ok!”
She said before she hung up.
My heart started to race afterwards
Like running with a dunlop.
“Whoa! It’s gonna be a sweet sweet night”
I sang as I screeched into the bath.
I got there about 9:55
I could see our names on our reserved seats.
It was at the centre of the hall.
I sat there waiting for my love to come.
Cynthia never came late to a show
As she was literally on time, 10pm sharp!
She was dressed in midnight blue gown
And all that was going on in my head
Was how I was going to deliver my “blu” rhyme.
“Heeey Jeff”
Her voice.
Sent me into a trance,
That feeling after a blunt of “Arizona”
I smiled.
“How about I tell you my blu..
You make my dreams blue
Oh! You’re my dream come true
A touch from you makes me feel brand new
Cynthia I’m nothing without you”
She smiled. That contagious type.
That made my heart lay heavy with Joy.
Oh Jeff not again..
Apparently Cynthia was the only one
Who cherishes my silly rhymes.
The waiter soon joined us
And Cynthia ticked her preference from the menu
So we got talking.
Soon he came back with our orders
He served the wine and left.
Cynthia reached for my hand,
“Remember that “brand new” moment
Well, I felt that newness yet again!
It was “Epic” !!
“Jeffery”
She hardly call me by my name unless it was very important.
She was saying with her eyes locked into mine
And if she doesn’t take it off anytime soon
“I’ma burst with adrenaline”
“Damn! baby you’re so beautiful”
I didn’t know when that slipped out loud.
“Oh..thank you”
She said with yet another smile
What happened next
Had sent tons of shock wave down my spine,
Cynthia knelt before me and reached for her purse
And pulled out a ring
The scene must have caught everyone’s attention
As they’d flicked out their phones
Recording every piece of that moment.
Flash lights everywhere
And a charade of “Awnn” mutterings rendered the hall,
Like a group of cats meowing…
“You make me happier than I ever thought
I could be
And if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life
Trying to make you feel the same”
“Will you marry me ?”
Cynthia asked ?
The room was quiet waiting for me to respond until,
“Jeffery ! Jeffery ! “
I recognized the voice.
It was Rasheed’s.
But I didn’t remember inviting him here.
“Jeffery” ! he screamed again
“Dr Ajibade don dey give test for class”!
“BLOODYHELL !!”
I jumped off the bed the moment I heard that.
“IT WAS ALL A FUCKING DREAM!”
Apalara Samuel ©2020
Everyday from the beginning of the term,
I remember it all started on a Monday that year.
I was seven. So was kate, Elizabeth, Bisi and the other girls.
It happened that Unku Kola would take
The girls in turn every break period
And wouldn’t return till the bell was rung
For us to continue with our work.
The girls had their turn
And I was hoping when mine would come
Because I felt it impartial
That each of the girls had to spend
Time with our favorite teacher.
So I asked Bisi what the trip was about.
“It’s my mo_mmy” she galloped
“She wanted me to have extra classes with him.”
“Oh!” my face lit up”
I would tell my mommy too.
When I got home that day I ran to mommy shouting,
“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!
I want extra lessons with Uncu Kola…
“Why ?” Mommy asked
“Because Bisi also have extra classes with him”
“Oh! Bisi’s mom is here, I’ll ask her about it”
And I went to my room.
“My Bisi ? Extra Classes ? I never approved any extra class”
Bisi’s mom lamented.
“Sandra!! My Mom yelled, come here”
I rushed down to her
And she asked me to explain myself again.
“You mean Bisi told you this?”
“Yes ma” I said
Few minutes later we were in Bisi’s house
Her father had just brought her back from school.
“Bisi come here” her mother yelled
I was confused.
“When did you start having extra lessons with Uncu Kola?”
Her face lit up in shock, as if to say she never expected her
Mother to know about it.
Her face darted towards me
Betrayal laced her stares.
It was then I knew I have said something I shouldn’t have.
Bisi started crying
“Ah! Mogbe Bisi’s mother shouted
Talk to me, what is happening ?
Can someone explain what is going on to me, Sandra !!”
She screamed my name.
And I was thrown into deeper confusion
Soon we were at Uncu Koka’s place.
On getting there we met other parents and their children
I saw Kate, Elizabeth, Cynthia and two others that I don’t talk to.
On getting there one man yelled,
“Ah! So they’re more than this ?”
“Ah! Young man, you will not know joy in your life again”
He sounded pained and bitter as he pointed to Uncu Kola
Who was in the floor already beaten to stupor by some men in uniform.
“What happened here, what did he do?
Bisi’s Mom shouted
“Your daughter didn’t tell you ?”
“She has refused to talk, please tell me what he did to my girl”
She was closed to tears..
Apparently, Uncu Kola had been taking Bisi and the other
Girls to a secluded place in the school premises
Well, not to have extra classes as we were made to believe by the girls but to make the innocent girls put his “wee wee”
In their mouth and lick it till he was satisfied
“Lollipop” they said he called it.
The story was hard to digest
Bisi’s mom fainted twice
I was seven and the girls too
But as we Left that day
That event changed our lives.
Apalara Samuel ©2020
Back In the old good days
When Papa had not slept
Off on life support
To us and for us
He made a promise,
“I’ll never leave you
High and dry”
But he left,
Never to return
Right back to us.
It happened,
And his goodbyes hung
On the crust now and on.
It happened
Alade became a drunk and a con for sure.
Oh sad memories,
Mama became dismayed and poor
Rough was childhood,
But when mama came by
I felt a touch of love.
Alade while young
Made the best choices that was wrong.
But he paid it all in coins,
That once when he had had it to stupor,
He gave it all up and gone.
Likewise,
In the of dawn of puberty,
She did the thing
Oh! Abeké
Mama’s dearest.
hurriedly winter came,
And the pain of gestation
Never drained,
In that while,
Her watch ended.
Mama couldn’t hold the pain
Neither could she relate to the bane
It was all for nothing
And likewise void of reasoning.
She took the very step
That would never seem the right,
But left to her it was all she had.
Mama set her path
On an overdose of pills and cracks
She gave it all up
And I almost became a slack.
So why does she think I’m stupid ?
Or why think she could fool me ?
Because I play along to her lies ?
She must think I’m new to this
But this all I’ve had
Hers is only a snippet
That I’m no stranger to pain.
Apalara Samuel © 2019
#soundofsilence
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Hey guy’s, I’ve been working this for a while now and this is my first animated short film series and it’s going to drop later today!
It’s titled “Friend Zone”
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Imit is an award winning singer and songwriter, producing hit tracks since he hit the industry and here is another banging hit from the much talented artiste titled Ìfé tí a ní ( the love we have).
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Let me tell you a tale,
About a town
Filled with snakes,
Someone, everyone and no-one.
Someone’s face always like stone
Everyone’s words seem so cold
No-one but his own
But they’re all from Adam’s bone.
In our hearts we claim repentance
But our hands are filled with repeated acts.
What is the point in menace ?
If the dividend of war we still remember?
Someone won’t take the bull by the horn,
He hoped it was everyone’s call,
Someome fails to realize how he was everyone,
And in the end he became no-one.
Do you remember when we were young ?
When taste of love so pure,
Not the age of silicon filled butts
And faces laced with mascara.
Apalara Samuel © 2018
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