BROTHERS, STRANGERS – Osowe Oluwagbenga (@gbengaosowe)

 

myke

 

They are brothers yet strangers,
Born of different mothers
One dark and stocky,
The other light and lithe

 
One lives for the rings
The world of punches and jabs
The more you throw, the more your belts
The other lives for the pitches,
In his world, goals and dribbles count
The more of that you have, the more your trophies
Strangers, yet brothers
Brotherhood not of blood
But of the soul, something stronger
They give their all, they hate to lose
Their teeth, a weapon on their opponents to use
Meet the soul brothers
One a Muslim, the other a Christian
Religion won’t set them apart,
For their souls bind them together
Meet stocky “Iron” Mike Tyson,
And lithe, wiry Luis Suarez
Meet the BITE brothers
Champion brothers, yet strangers
—-THE TYSON, SUAREZ STORY
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LET’s TALK ABOUT SONGS – Osowe Oluwagbenga @gbengaosowe

 

song

 

Let’s talk about songs,

Lyrically waxed intelligent or not,

Life’s messages mapped unto beats and rhythms

Love’s sonnets arranged into soul-enriching tunes

Lullabies, sending little ones to the lands where no worries exist,

Loud, ear-assaulting, intelligence defying, peace- eroding cacophonies

Let’s talk about songs, meaningful or not

 

Let’s reminisce about Commander Obey, a philosopher, teacher

Lyrics from him taught me that seeking to please all is the key to failure,

Lessons from the father, son and donkey, I’d never forget while on earth’s soil I traverse

The Elegant stallion preaching unity and love with words so tender,

The importance of abstinence and faithfulness, Oh! What a masterpiece,

The sweetly sung duet with the Ondo-born king of World beats, a classic, never forgotten

If you love me, wait for me” a song for a lifetime

The sweet voice of the elegant stallion looking into the king of world beats

 

My emotions are taking over; maybe I should stop here, lest I cry

Why should Christy, the lady of songs die so young?

Which child of that generation did not want to do well and be the father’s pride?

What should I say of Funmi Adams, teaching me the importance of education?

 “Bata re a dun ko ko ka” plays in my brain at the sight of a female banker in high heeled shoes,

Thank God, they listened to Mike Okri, not spending their time in school on “dodo ati raisi”.
 Let’s talk about tongolo, whatever that means, only the kokomaster knows,

Who’s Tony Montana? An actor, singer, dancer, what? Never mind Naeto C is badder than him

Booty shaking videos, weed promoting songs are all I see on my TV, be it local or terrestrial

So I ask myself what becomes of the next generation,

If music be the food of the soul, so what are these young ones eating?

Junks or balanced diet, I leave you to be the judge

Let’s think about this and let’s talk about songs.

Hilarity — Isaacola AA

 

 

corruption

Its good to laugh to douse all these tension soaked country. Laugh they say does much good to the heart than any medicine.

I am a passionate Nigeria that believe in equity, justice and fairness but I took it on myself never to allow my going through affect my going to for the obvious reason of maintaining my sanity.

Let’s go! I was traveling to see my parents sometime in 1999 from school . I was at UNAD then, in case you are interested (winks). I boarded a bus as usual and was ready for the tumultuous four hours journey to Ilorin that entailed passing through numerous death traps and winding sharp bending bottle necked roads. Um, traveling to Ilorin from Ekiti land can sometimes require you to read Psalm 91 and 23 or if you are a muslim reading “Yaasin” and “Dabatiada”. The road then was quite hazardous for that matter.

The main side attraction that made the journey an unforgettable one was that, as usual, we were almost always confronted by road blocks at every bend by men in black.

The driver had already dished out twenty Naira notes at almost six places and then we were confronted by another. The driver just angrily picked the twenty Naira, rained all imaginable curses in the dictionary of Ijebu, Ijesha and Ekiti, rolled into one on the money. The police officer stretched his hand to collect the money on getting to the so called collection point when a lanky passenger spoke a police slang to the policeman and he allowed us to go.

All the passengers complaining and adding all manners of curses to the menace on the road called men in black became mute!

The moral of the story: all these monies collected through extortion and the rest!, Curses hang on them!

Think twice before you collect the next one. Don’t mortgage the future of your children !

 


We are unique, peculiar and totally mysterious to others. We cannot be bound by any known law, neither do we conform to all sets of rule and dogmas. We are just who we are, Nigerian!

Yes we are Nigerian and we are almost rule to ourselves.

Am not going to be barging you with the insurmountable political hubris we are confronted with. But I want to laugh heartily and forget your sorrows at least for now. Laughter is good for your health.

I went for a course in the country of elder statesman Mandela some five years ago. On my way back at Jo’bourgh airport. We were waiting for our flight to be called around 2pm SA time. Suddenly without any announcement on the electronic board or from the public address system I saw fellow passengers running as if we are in Lagos trying to board “molue”. Even the non- Nigerians were not left behind. Everybody seems to be bitten by the rushing bug. Unconsciously I joined.

At the boarding section, after all the rush. We still had to wait. It beat my imagination how they were able to identify our plane without announcement and…

Anyway another thing was that, I saw a middle aged woman wheeled into the plane before we the so called abled bodied men and women were allowed to board. On getting to Lagos six hours later. I saw this wheeled in woman cursing up and down at the baggage carousel because there was some delay in releasing our bags. Wow! How come the wheeled in woman is stomping up and down for bag!

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