Temple of Words

In some hour of the day, my eyes dragged their weak attention towards the wrist watch on my table and I noticed what in a long time had not occurred to me; it was the mid of the day! The two hands of the watch settled gently at the middle and, I realised this was it; time has settled for a break.

Your smile is a beast that calms my angel down; Laughter amidst frowns Your heart is a rock that melts my watery glands.

I got back from church on one of the Sundays in July. I was so excited at who I had seen in church…..guess who I had seen!!! It was the popular comedian, Bovi, he sat very close to where I was and all I could do was imagine Bovi on stage as he did his thing. He had always been my best stand-up comedian, so I took to social media and chatted some of my friends up to tell them of this celebrity I had seen some hours earlier. The different reactions of these friends can be seen below:

Hate and love are like two peas in a pod Say Peace and War. Hate and love; are two emotions Twingling like two orbs; giving lovers hearts warmth Say Peace and War Love is an emotional phonecall- connecting tissues; breaking bonds Twingling like orbs; giving lovers warmth

We are sometimes that scary dream The dark nightmare From which we never wake Also, sometimes like that

When you read me, Read my future Not my past;

I remember that day clearly, as if it was set before my eyes; each moment, each action dancing back to my memory and reliving itself. It was once more real, the grasses now alive, the palm fronds at the orchard shook themselves as the wind tapped their green body and the grasses moved like the cloud which were once more skinned over in blue and white. It was once more that Sunday afternoon during siesta, some few minutes before prep time. We were still in the dormitory where I was pretending to be in deep sleep, avoiding to be caught as I took a cup of garri garnished with milk and sugar bought from aunty Wura's shop. This cup was below my bunk and as I took every spoon of soaked garri towards my mouth and swallowed it, I became more relaxed. Soon the school bell painted in green and white, formed from the rim of a vehicle went off with its most disturbing tone, ‘gbaghun gbaghun gbaghun!!’ As I rose from my bed, my stomach began to mumble loudly in an abnormal sequenc

We will one day all go with the breeze, what will remain is what we've done (no, forget the past), I mean, what should remain is what we'll do from now till then: yes "should", because the choice of earthly immortality depends on our future addresses and redresses, not the past. It's only in making the right choices that we can preserve what should remain of

The mind is a river, never stop to fetch, but fetch the right things; this... never forget this. Mide Benedict If you can't paint the heavens, paint the sky first and

There are certain things you won't find in the world; another you tops the list... Mide Benedict Change is the most constant thing, even when you think otherwise, you realise, something really has changed which is your ability to acquire a brilliant sense of perception, acceptance of reality and truth. Mide Benedict No story is worth to be untold; set it on the road and let it to the world: by the world, it may be your sister, your brother, friend or partner... Let the world know your world through words Mide Benedict Creativity without opportunity is create-stiff-veet-ty. We all need a megaphone.... Mide Benedict

One day, one day I will like Olulu Organise an event And like Victor Adewale It will be that of poetry It will be Just us: Not me and you But You and me

Geographical Setting: Oba-Ile, Akure, Ondo State Temporal Setting: -11th of July, 2016 What spirit dwells in this wind Blowing with wide strength Trees are naked- Sands run from their folk Cadavers of buried leaves Have been uprooted And now

"Beauty lies in the object itself" the first law of aesthetics says, but do you know what the second law says? It says, "in the eyes of the beholder, beauty lies", hence if you've been told you were "beautiful", you will definitely be ugly to some; if "ugly" i

When your adorable boo Shuts a door at your smiling face Adds a booo! To coat Your spirit in the bitter icing Of surprise That keeps resounding Sounding Pounding Round your head Like Sticks kicking over-cooked

If the young man brags Of cassavaed clothes, Calm him down: Tell him, The cloth he wears May be starched But in the house Of the old man are clothes That have gone through Tough times; Tell him, these toughened clothes Is what he cannot possess. If he tries Tell him, Time will not let him If he decieves time, Pull his ears, say it, that Alafia will look away. If alafia forgives him, Say to him, The grey hair will Not be covered in sand; Tell him, wisdom has two folds.

             Time speaks to us of its slipery self, but in silent whispers and when it cries out and whimpers

If the wife should submit to the husband and the husband should love her like Jesus loved the church, that means the husband has to be the servant of the wife

The main reason why some hold dogmatically to their 'faith' is that some aspects of their traditional or cultural belief are synonymous to their religious doctrines. Hence, on seeing a contrary expression of this belief, they fume and blaze in utmost disgust. That's why some will strongly slap your cap from your head when entering into a church because the bible says according to

If I were offered a life Purged of stress Plugged with love

I saw a tree                                                                 I saw it well I saw how bees came to suck Its nectars The leaves were green, Its root was dry Yet its fruits were fresh And transparent too So in them I saw plum dreams, Beautiful and fresh.