Birds sing unrestrained,

Dogs barks unflinched,

Lizard’s nod unabashed,

But, once…

I questioned my faith,

I asked…

Do you ever listen?

Has my prayer ever reached you?


For so long I am challenged,

My doubts wrestle within me,

My sins caused me to stagger,

My iniquity intoxicated me,

I was suppressed by guilt and shame,

My knees gave in to my distress,

I was brought low by misdeeds,

My reasoning failed me.


I was abashed,

Totally flawed,

Until you whispered to me…

Come just as you are,

Come to me in prayer,

Forget every tide.


I divide seas,

I calm storms,

I make bitter rivers drinkable,

I give life.


Praise God! praise God!

I lift my voice in relentless prayers,

I come to you unabashed,

Oh, bless the Lord, for He listens to every prayer of faith.



I am coming out

No longer holding back

The bubbles


Deep inside my heart

The bubbles are

Many ideas deep inside

They are ideas

I never let out

But imprisoned

In my heart

In the prison called


By the prison guard


Alias low self esteem.

I am coming out

No longer to be hidden

No longer to be held captive

By the dictates of my past

No longer to be held back

By my past mistakes

No longer to be swayed

By my wrong choices

I am set to bring out

Those abilities

That distinct me

From the rest of the world

I am set to let out

Those possibilities

Buried inside my heart

Those possibilities

Locked up inside

The miserable me

The miserable life

Of a girl

Who lacks the means

To let her talents out

I have talents

I have ideas

Pure, fresh, untapped

And never touched

They’ve been hidden

Well buried inside me

I am coming out

I am letting it out

Come out,

Come out and shine

Come out,

Come out and sparkle

Don’t you know

The world needs you

There is no one

No one out there

To replace you

The world misses

All you are afraid

To share

The whole world is waiting

The world waits for you

To grow

To glow

I am coming out now

I come out

Less I explode

It’s coming out time.


Dear God

                                                                                                     No, Nineteen Oron Street,

                                                                                                     Romi New Extension,

                                                                                                     Kaduna South,

                                                                                                     Kaduna State,


                                                                                                     West Africa,


                                                                                                     Planet Earth.

                                                                                                    Twenty fourth,


                                                                                                    Two Thousand and Fifteen.

Dear God,

My lord, My king

My father, My savior

My friend, My lover

My defender, My rescuer

My shield, My provider

My redeemer, My deliverer

My hope, My guidance

My comforter, My overseer.

How are you doing today?

I hope I’ve not hurt you much?

You know…

Sometimes I wonder…

What you think of me?

I wonder…

What you think about me right now…

Are you sad about my conducts today?

I also wonder…

Did I ever

Make you smile

I hope…

I hope I have ever for once made you smile


Until then

When I see you face-to-face

I sure

You will give me answers

You will get to answer my speculations

And my questions too

Until then, I beg you

Don’t get so mad at me

Because of my conducts

Each day

Don’t get so mad

Don’t get so sad

Because of me

Today and every other day

Know that…

I love you

I always do love you

And I wish above all

To do your will

I want you to know

I will keep pressing to be good

Today, and every other day

love you!!!

                                                                                                                     Your Daughter,

                                                                                                                    Adeyemi Aderonke.


Nigeria is one country where you see people running after the band wagon like poor miserable zombies. This saddens me a lot and Ican never stop to wonder if we will ever outgrow this card stacking.

I am not a politician, never thought I would be concerned about politics but the issue of SAHARA REPORTERS and Senator Dino Melaye is another propaganda I can not play deaf hears to.


let me start here, is Senator Dino Melaye the only person in Nigeria who has no transcript of his result? no, I can answer that one because I am a graduate too and do not have my original transcript because I never collected it  from my school.

Don’t get me wrong I do not say it is right to go about calling yourself a graduate when you refused to get your original transcript, that is negligence on my part but that hasn’t stopped me from telling anyone  that I am a graduate. I have been in situations where I needed to present my original transcript but somehow I manage to scale through without bribery nor manipulation, is it possible for Senator Dino Melaye to be as lucky as me? that is a question for you to answer without prejudice.

wait o, am I the only person who sees advert of courses home, abroad, online and what have you, where they award degrees for attending training’s and seminars. We are encourage every now and then to take different online and weekend courses to widen our scope of knowledge, please, how is this different from what the Senator has done? we criticize him for simply saying he got this or that certificate, don’t we also pose with our 30 minutes certificate, abi is it because he is a Senator?

okay, so because he is a senator he can not brag about his certificate whether its 30minutes, 1hour or 1week,  but you and I the ordinary Nigerians can abi? no problem. If what we are saying is that he as a senator must do things differently from every other Nigerians, why are we still condemning him for his possessions because his taste is different from that of the average Nigerians. so, in this case he should behave like the ordinary Nigerian but not in the case of bragging with an award from a seminar he attended.

why are we so easily swayed, why are we so easily influenced to condemn others especially when the person is a public figure, is that how we want to make Nigeria great, while refusing to change? haba…the fact that Senator Dino Melaye made an attempt despite his schedule and commitments as a Senator to attend seminars, workshops and training’s should be applauded.

How many of our other Nigerian senators have gone out to engage in activities that would broaden their scope of knowledge, shouldn’t the one who showed interest be encouraged and urge to do more and better, isn’t his confidence in coming out to boast about engaging in educational pursuits be credited as a quality of a leader who believes in education and knows that education is the only key to civilization and our national development? let’s think Nigerians, don’t be led by other people’s thinking, think for yourself and stop following the band wagon.



1xdlryx3_biggerYour life is a book

With each day

Seconds and minutes

As it tickles

Points towards an end.

Your life has chapters

With themes

And settings too.

Each day forms plots

With rooted backgrounds

Prologue and epilogue

We can never give

A straight narration to

Because, we were never there.

Your life is a book

There is always a beginning

If only we look deeply.

There is always an ending

Although, not without suspense

Dilemmas and conflicts.

Sometimes, there is resolution

If you stick to the end.

And off course,

There is the rhetorical questions

A whole lot of them

I tell you.

Your life is a book

You are your own book

And in books

The endings differs

There is happy ending

And there is tragic endings too

So is tragic- comedy

And the best…comedy


It’s a friend of happy ending

I heard

Most book ends

With happy ever after

I hope, you are lucky too.

Your life is a book

You are your story

You are your writer

You are your actor

You are your director

You are your main character

You can change

The supporting character too

You cant act all by yourself right?

But, its your story

And you can be

You own hero.

Your life is a book

You could be

Your own enemy

You could make mistakes

Be your mistakes,

Or you could well just change

And stop making mistakes.

You could change characters

You know…

Do away with those

Who don’t fit

In the lines of your book.

Your life is a book

Sit and write

Write it out

Right it out

With the picture

Of your ideal life

Don’t you know it?

Then write and right it

And if its not okay

Erase, and start over

Your life is a book

With your stories

Legibly written

In the history

Of yesterday

And marked by the sand of today,

You determine what’s written today

Remember always…

Your life is a book


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I am a woman, I love women, they are my sisters, they are my friends, and I sure the hell hate to see them suffer, so you can as well say I am a feminist, cause am in support of what Maya Angelou said “I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life’s a bitch, you’ve got to go out and kick ass”. Yes it’s time for women to rise up and take charge of their lives.

For years women have suffered in ignorance thinking men are wicked creatures or that they must be slaving themselves in the name of submissiveness to men in order to live a better life, well, that’s not true, I say to you: you are wiser and stronger than you think you are and Princess Diana has this to say about this, “people think at the end of the day that a man is the only answer to fulfillment. Actually a job is better for me”.

Women are so far stronger than men, by this I don’t mean physical strength; I talk about the woman emotion. God created the woman to fill a void in the life of a man. That missing link in which the woman was meant to fill is what makes the woman what she is; this is where the strength in the women folks lies. Thus, this brings us to the understanding that the man is never complete without a woman, but over the years the women not realizing their power has limited themselves to the false notion that the man must be looked up to for survival.

It is true God made the man head over the woman as the man was first created and given the task to direct the woman, but the man lacks all it takes to be a woman which is that attribute that makes up a woman, but the woman on the other hand has a vital part of a man which makes her a complete entity, a finished product, there was nothing missing in the woman whereas the man was declared unfinished and above all she has that greater power in which the man is at her mercy; she carries the man in her womb for nine month in which period it is long enough for her to do to him whatsoever  she dims –fit, it doesn’t stop here, the man looks to her for food, care and guidance just as a slave look up to his master for livelihood.

Men are the most fragile and obedient creature when being compared to the woman. From creation’s record, the woman taught the man to do wrong. Women said men are bad, selfish, rude and all sorts but I say the woman taught the men how to treat and estimate their worth.

J.K Rowling opined that “it is our choices that show what we truly are far more than our abilities”. Why would you say a man broke your heart, he dump you or cheated on you when what you bargained for was a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. On what basis did you begin the said relationship with this man? You don’t just jump into a relationship with someone and start fantasizing in the middle of it of a being together forever, you start creating an imaginary future of you and this guy together, then you begin to question if you and this man are meant to spend the rest of your life together, if this is what you do, still do, or about to do, then you’ve got it all wrong, 98% chance is you will end up disappointed, desperate and frustrated.

I’ve seen good men, really nice men who sees women, all women for who they are; a mother, a companion, a friend in tough times and in their innate instinct to care and nurture others, women are selfless in nature. To keep fighting for equality is simply because you don’t know who you are as a woman, feminism to me is women standing up for themselves, giving and showing unconditional love, simply put; feminism is being a woman and all it entities. If you are being woman, then automatically, you are a leader which makes you in charge of everyone around you.

The men treat you as you are woman. Nobody can treat you anyhow unless you allow them, like Sheila Murray Bethel said “one of the most courageous things you can do is identify yourself, know who you are, what you believe in and where you want to go”. I have seen women standing tall far above lots of men around her, women are born leaders. Deborah in the bible was a leader who led the Israelites to war and recorded success. Over the years women have hold bigger positions than men in organizations, yet 80% of women still fold their hands saying men rule the world, this notion has been intensified by the recent Clinton Hillary’s defeat by the male contender Donald Trump during the USA presidential election.

Women are wrong to hold this believe, we give birth to these men for heaven sake, so I say we should be able to rule and tame them, it is your fault if these men seems uncontrollable, this is because it is how you train them that they will grow, it is how you present yourself as a parent, a guardian to that child that he will relate with you when he is grown up.

I said it and I will say it again, men don’t treat women bad, men do not see women as their subordinate, I mean how can a creature tell it creator I am stronger than you? It is you woman who causes the man to treat you bad, this makes me agree with what Al Anon said that “if you don’t like being a doormat, then get off the floor”.

Women fail because they didn’t realize how powerful they are, they fail because they’ve been made to believe over the years that women are weak and thus, must depend on the men for survival, but this is what Madame Marie du Deffand has to say about this “women are never stronger than when they arm themselves with their weaknesses”. The reality here is that the man and woman co-existence is a two way thing, it is a symbiotic kind of relationship and the man though physically stronger like the cattle and the woman physically weak like the cattle egret , needs the woman twice as much as the woman needs the man. All you need is to do as Marie Curie said that “women must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing at whatever cost must be attained”.



Being young

life is an interesting movie.

Once I was a young girl

Full of hope and youthful vibes

Vibrant and energetic

I feel so tall

Taller than my mates

And people older than me

I actually concluded

I was taller than everyone

I look to the future

With bright eyes

Everything was perfect

My future is bright

I could see it

Cristal clear

Then I would say to myself

I would enter into

My perfect life

Once am a little bit older

But, what I didn’t know was

Each day brings me

Closer to older

I didn’t know I was

Getting older

As days goes by

I thought being old

Comes only with age

But it is days

Who give birth to age

And today I realized

How old I’ve become

And decided

The future is now

Not tomorrow

But, today

The future is right now

Cos you only young

Once in a life time.








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We started very small

From out of nowhere

We rose

And tread for the unknown.

We didn’t know where

Or, how we will get there

We journeyed on,

Heading for the unknown,

We will get there

Somewhere, somehow

Of this we are sure.

We are not there yet

We get tired

Very tired

Sometimes, we are not enough


We suffered

We forged ahead.

In our pain

 We journeyed

Not drown in our tears

For we tread towards

The unknown

The long-awaited golden place,

Where our journeying ends.

We never gave up

In our ignorance

We walked,

As we learned

 On the road.

We carried nothing,

We were sent out empty

Not relenting,

We walked on,

Relying on us,

And, with us

The unknown

There is no turning back.

Where we fell,

We rose.

Our bitter tears

We ignored

For an abode

We never knew.

We are very close


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We started very small

From out of nowhere

We rose

And tread for the unknown.

We didn’t know where

Or, how we will get there

We journeyed on,

Heading for the unknown,

We will get there

Somewhere, somehow

Of this we are sure.

We are not there yet

We get tired

Very tired

Sometimes, we are not enough


We suffered

We forged ahead.

In our pain

 We journeyed

Not drown in our tears

For we tread towards

The unknown

The long-awaited golden place,

Where our journeying ends.

We never gave up

In our ignorance

We walked,

As we learned

 On the road.

We carried nothing,

We were sent out empty

Not relenting,

We walked on,

Relying on us,

And, with us

The unknown

There is no turning back.

Where we fell,

We rose.

Our bitter tears

We ignored

For an abode

We never knew.

We are very close

Our destination beckons

We could hear its triumphant sound,

We could feel its touch

Its warmth so close

It’s passionate embrace


We march on.

With vigor and hope

We run

Not slowed down by faults.

From faults learnt,

We moved.

Sometimes, we are down,

Most times molested,

Crushed under men


To move,

We bow.

Then we got twisted, shaken and broken

Yet, we walked,

With our pain buried from the world.

On sore foot

We walked

With shame, regrets and mistakes

Constantly before us.

The unfriendly weather,

The crawling dreadful nights,

The depressing rainfall,

The accusing glances,

We ignored all.

And yesterday…

Even today,

 We shun

The scorching sun.

And, these days,

We hear

Recurring bombs reports

We fear

We could be affected too

But, with us,

The unknown

There is no giving up.

So, we mourn the lives lost

For some were travelers too

Some were shots

Never to walk this path

With us.

Nobody forced us

We offered ourselves

For a mission

Many see as child’s play.

They didn’t care,

It doesn’t matter what we seek

They watched us

With indifference, for

They thought of us

As nothing,


This, being the reason

We tread,

From our unspeakable background

We tread,

We the unknown lives

From our unknown places

Of birth,

Set out to be known.

Although, we are here now,

We are not there yet,

I know.


The tingling joy,

The drumming rhythms of our hearts

Says, we are close.

We be here now,

But, our name on gold

We will have.

I can hear our names

Echoing after us,

It is yea, Yea, yea…

I believe.

We the unknown

From our unknown

Places of birth

Are now known…


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