Temple of Words

from fattened famished farm We together harvest, the more we cut the crops and into the basket we drop, the more the employed-employer takes from us. do we now sacrifice to get

The determination one has towards solving a problem is the solution to that problem. Once that hurdle has been jumped, the problem is solved. What problem does most times is weaken your courage and your determination to continue a course. Do not give up! Do not be discouraged! Do not give in to problems, for they are meant to be solved not to be left to destroy! Mide Benedict

It's easier to fail than to succeed, because failure takes you nowhere, but success makes you known and outstanding. When a child is been birthed, the mother labours because bringing forth a destiny cannot be done without pains. To succeed, you have to experience pains, but after such pains, it will only be remembered as a blessing  and joy not sorrow nor pain. Move on despite pains! Let it not tell you a sad story! Mide Benedict

I t's right time rapist stopped their ungodly and inhuman way of achieving sexual excitements; did i just say excitement, i meant horror-filled sexual acts. It's no new news, neither is it a myth that some rapist now rape adults no longer, nor find joy in teenagers too, rather, they find it in raping little children. They are tired of destroying old or growing trees, but have currently discovered that destroying a bud or a plant in the nursery is better than cutting down a grown one; at least no muscle will be stressed when uprooting it. So many news headlines have run across the world pertaining to rape attacks involving fatherly ripped men and milking children: Those children who know nothing about sex, those children who have futures waiting for them and destinies to fulfil are now been reduced to toilet tissues by men of vacuum minds and hearts. Tell me, I want to know: What do they derive, Is it fun Or is it enjoyment? What do they achieve Is it

I yan dem sey watin man go chop Dem con yan me yamayama  Sey na God get ham  Na so I vex throw dem question  Sey watin dey for dem mouth Wey get yuehn yuehn like oil Dem sey na Akara  Wey commot for heaven c on down dey there  Na dah time I con throw another one give dem sey,  Na who con get The one wey dey for cooler wey dem hol for hand?  Dem yansh my face with laugh Sey na God chop ham remain for dem. Na when God go chop food remain for here  Make I carry my own chop? Dem yan me sey make I reach Heaven Make I ask God Make I holla God the levels.... Sey God dey bless person wey no get wella  I com vex, wetin! Nah here God go bless me Abi na for heaven? How I go take con back, Dem no con look my side again, Dem just siddon dey chop another round. Chai! God dey o,

'Come here you stubborn boy!' The old soldier shouted, as he spotted me from afar, but I didn't move an inch from where I stood. It could be seen in his eyes, the anger that had begun to cook inside of him. 'I said come here!' He shouted again. Seeing that I wasn't making any move to obey his command, he began to come towards me. GBAM! GBAM! His feet stamped on the ground. And when he got to where I was standing, that was when a wise me wanted to run off. But he hurriedly led out his left hand and took hold of me; helpless, I became sober and less revolting. 'You dare match on my shoe!' He banged his voice at me. 'Children of nowadays lack respect for elders.' He continued and landed a heavy knock on the center of my head, turning me into a victim of that popular nursery rhyme: ‘Old soldier is dead and gone to his grave They planted a mango tree over his head, The mango tree ripped and ready to drop.... Old soldier got

Full of mercy, loved us all Saved us while we still Had sin, through Christ Who died on the cross By God's grace we are free Now we stand by him, Christ the king The king, who seats at the right hand of God God who now calls us his divine, Those who are marks of a great kindness We cannot boast, nor pride ourselves With all God did, with all its wealth For salvation was a perfect gift From God who loved us And not according to the works of ours. We are a master piece, Forged from his wonder-plan To give us all He first thought fit Before sin sacked our hearts Which later, he made come to pass. Now we can say, blessed we are Blessed be Christ and blessed Be God Blessed be Him who gave me life.