Temple of Words

Good is good Bad is bad Good is bad Bad is good Evil is as sweet as the good it does Good is as bitter as the evil it does Good is as good as the good it does Evil is as evil as the evil does. Don’t judge me I won’t judge you A man dies to live A man lives to later die Taste the bitterness of bile It’s as sweet as fresh honey In the mouth of pleasers Take sweetness, touch its skin It’s wet, yes, take it to mouth and taste it How does it feel? As bitter as nothing else? Love is the hatred of a mind And hatred is the love that dwells in another’s chest Don’t judge me I won’t judge you A prophet is not known in his abode But in another man’s castle he is heard The faeces of man is trouble to man But joy to the flies and maggots that blesses its giver Don’t judge me! What you like is hatred to me, I won’t judge you, What I hate is lovely to you. I won’t judge you. The swelling of a woman Is the glamour I seek Gosh! Skinny woman Is a stocked paradi

Two juggles down the street Flapping right to left Jumping up and down Naked… and no clothes Twisted hairdo, light ebony She is the woman that has gone mad Sure you love the mad woman Don’t lie and don’t pretend! You love those breast of titanic size and length YEEPAARIPA!!! They are even bigger than two giant papayas Don’t lie and don’t pretend! You admire them while you go to the market place With bushes all over her two towers dividing, left and right, Her rabbit hole You also praise her rabbit hole And you love to be in there To enjoy the comfort of your birthing process. Oh you are not lying and you don’t pretend That you love her nakedness and physical KABUOOLAAS!!! You mean you don’t lie and you are not pretending That such of mad woman is not your taste? Then why lust after that woman Who is half off the street and half in our world? Then why pay to have her hips If you don’t like that of the woman off her senses? The one on the streets is

EPISODE 4 BY Mide Benedict ‘Banned it is for a sole heart to bear Such secret alone; It’s a secret that no one can dare Or struggle with every means to share.  A secret every one ear must hear, Yet a secret every ear must fear For its whisper is an upset death That could swallow any liver’s breath,  For if an alien’s ear beholds its half- dust, One is apt to become a runaway ghost’ CONTINUED FROM THE LAST EPISODE ‘With all these evidences against you, I sentence you to death by hanging for the murder of Miss Benita Williams.’  Tears dropped from Mike’s eyes as the judge sentenced him to an end to life. He placed his left hand on his chin, raising his head to the sky, the roof actually, as if to pray or say something but his mouth was sealed by nothing. He couldn’t believe he was going to die so soon, not some days after his wedding crashed and was accused of murdering someone in cold blood, without proof to prove his innocence. No one went to sympathize with h

In an empty pit; I drown, In the house of a crazy clown My smile dies and I frown. Beside a great flowing river, I thirst like a desert dweller. Having a thousand mansions, Yet I sleep in dump-portions. I have thirty-six eyes but I'm blind A map I have but the road i can't find. I am the leader, but I stay behind. I'm he, the one who they call Tomorrow But Today has been wounded with a poisoned arrow When will my nation be straight, When will I live as a true saint For my paradise has started to faint. When will I see my home come home? When will I end this pointless roam. When will I sing my song again, When will happiness end my pain. When will I sing my song again. Oh my home Oh my home When shall I see my home, Will I not forget my home? Will my home not forget me? Mide Benedict

I walked out of my corridor: a very big one that could size four fattened cows lined up in one row. As  I stood there staring at my home, the wealth God had blessed me with, a  cool breeze rushed into my nostrils and and I felt its great touch on my skin. Soon i began to feel the comfort of the offspring of  nature that was around. Over the years, I  had planted a lot of trees that have now grown very tall. 'Well, this breeze is something to be admired but you didn't create yourself God did.' I  looked up to the sky, and with a heart full of thanks, I said: God, thank you for the breeze. I left the corridor and went down stairs, right into my living room, where I was going to pick up my car key, so as to drive myself down to the super market, which was some few miles away to get some personal materials. But I heard a voice from within, saying that I shouldn't take the car but instead take a cab to the place. That was not the first time I would hear such voice

Many say, 'I want to change the world, but they do not ask 'who the world is?' But who actually is the world...? Each one of us dwelling in the smallest or the biggest, the popular or the less famous, the hidden or the discovered place in the world is the world and who ever wants to change something in the world will have to first change something in him/herself after then (s)he can be crowned a change-bringer to the world. For we are the world and we must, as individuals build it. Mide Benedict

EPISODE 3: By Mide Benedict  ‘Banned it is for a sole heart to bear Such secret alone; It’s a secret that no one can dare Or struggle with every means to share.  A secret every one ear must hear, Yet a secret every ear must fear For its whisper is an upset death That could swallow any liver’s breath, For if an alien’s ear beholds its half- dust, One is apt to become a runaway ghost’ CONTINUED FROM THE LAST EPISODE... ‘I knew it couldn’t have been you. I said to her while holding the image I tore out from  the page of the newspaper. I could dimly remember her name, but all I knew was that a stranger came knocking on my door the previous night, begging and crying for shelter and she was that stranger. I had no choice but to let her in and that was due to pity. I disliked strangers coming into my home, even males, not to talk of females, especially those daughters of Jezebel: they would come into your home and ask for a sleep over, and before you know it, you would fi

BY MIDE BENEDICT EPISODE 2 ‘Banned it is for a sole heart to bear Such secret alone; It’s a secret that no one can dare Or struggle with every means to share.  A secret every one ear must hear, Yet a secret every ear must fear For its whisper is an upset death That could swallow any liver’s breath, For if an alien’s ear beholds its half- dust, One is apt to become a runaway ghost’ CONTINUED FROM THE LAST EPISODE... The news of the groom’s arrest had spread like a nuclear bomb blast, mushrooming and extending into every corner and ear, that not even the smallest insect would be able to claim its ignorance. Every newspaper firm, radio and TV station had made it a motto, even the internet was not spared as well; all went broadcasting the news with headlines that could have woken a dead man up from his castle of box and cave to read. Though it looked as if all media homes were into the yellow journalism system of infotainment, but actually, it was more than that, it wa

BY Mide Benedict ‘Banned it is for a sole heart to bear Such secret alone; It’s a secret that no one can dare Or struggle with every means to share.  A secret every one ear must hear, Yet a secret every ear must fear For its whisper is an upset death That could swallow any liver’s breath, For if an alien’s ear beholds its half- dust, One is apt to become a runaway ghost’ EPISODE 1 ‘Stop the wedding’,  A voice rang out from the church’s entrance. Everyone, including the church ushers was stunned, by this disturbing voice that has ordered a stop to the ongoing wedding ceremony. The whole place instantaneously became earsplitting as people began to murmur like bees humming in their hives; each member of the congregation turned to his(er) partner to ask if (s)he heard a similar voice, the answer was 'yes', but no one could point a finger at the person who had done so; not from any angle, not even from the church’s entrance. “Probably it was a child.

When we dream, we are able to fulfil all our thoughts, live out  all our  life expectations, achieve all our aims, and this is just within twenty minutes of sleep, why? It's because dream time is faster than earthly time, you think what you like and realise it, while in life you think of something and then work towards achieving it.  So many are in the abstract reality of their dreams: they  live in the mirage of their aims and instead of waking up from slumber, they become the villagers  living in their own dreams, some wait for their goals  to be fulfilled without taking a step, I must confess, they really dwell In their dreams, some think of gaining all they've ever wanted in a tinkle of an eye, I must say, they are dreaming dreamers drowning in a dug dam in their dreamland. In dreams, you experience things that are unreal, you can get rich without working, you can  travel from place to place without any disturbance or hindrance; no delayed flight, no throwing of pun

When you engage in something, don't forget two things: first, a tree doesn't make a forest. This is, as a matter of fact, a popular saying, but so many fail to acknowledge what it says. They prefer chanting it daily but won't take to it. Each step you take adds to the previous one. If you rely on the previous effort, without initiating another, it's only a matter of time before you become effortless. But if you plant different trees without seizing, a time will come when the ones planted will grow and drop fruits, though i'm not an agricultural scientist, but i know those seeds will grow and you'll do nothing but seat to enjoy your labour. From this popular quote, another quote was born: a tree doesn't make a forest but a tree starts a forest. If you don't start with something then you are up to nothing. A clear policy: no tree; no forest. Rome wasn't built in a day, they started from somewhere, which was the bottom. God when creating

 BY MIDE BENEDICT  She turned me into an artist i didn't really want to be; drawing Images of her on walls every time i think and blink. I wrote her name in my every book; so when gone we are  Nations will admire this love of mine. For books are Nymphs of eternity. Great poems of emotions engraved her name in itself. So when others read, they would fall in love again And again and again and again. For they are poems from Cupid's soul. Like two rivers mixed together, her soul and mine are one; One never to part as long as life breathes us out of its nostril and back in. She turned me into a puppet, speaking her every wish like my mouth In her hand it dwelt. She made me her heart;  And I made her mine: when am gone she stops. When she's gone I stop. Over again and again my love for her will fall. Deep and deep shall it be; not a rope shall reach. I will bargain her for my kingdom; if that's what it takes To have her by my side, even if the w

By MIDE BENEDICT  To work with Christ in pain;  To die in him is gain. My body my soul my whole Will rest on Christ my pole. Each step I take in life Without God is just a strife. When devil comes my way  And plans to sway my heart away,  God's words in me will call And hinder me from such a fall.