Once upon a time…
Today I stumbled on my archives…the diaries I used between 2000-2003. Well, as opposed to smiling and laughing at myself for the way I thought in those day, I was really refreshed seeing that I thought so deeply back then as well. I was happy at the directions I had set, and how far I had gone, I was awed by the discoveries that I have made. I thought about doing a post with all the poems I had written even back then, but believe me, it would be a very long post. So I made up my mind to release a few at a time. Some of them sounded childish no doubt, but like they say in history, “Not to know what happened before you, is to remain forever a child”, it is good to look at the lessons from the past and forget it’s details. Here are some all time short write-ups from my past, enjoy!
And if you feel like laughing at me, please do, at least you know that I started from somewhere and didn’t just happen :)
Thursday March 2, 2000, 6:30pm
Title : Don’t be a ballon
A ballon rises and is affected, by the utterances from the mout of man
All it takes is just some wind, and it’s suddenly out of size
The mouth of men have never failed, to hosannah him today and crucify him tomorrow
How true, that very few, actually see with their eyes, and reason from their minds
He who would stake his all at the utterannce of a man, has signed the gatepass into an inconsistent path.
Thursday March 2, 2000 8:17pm
Title : TIME
The reason we have it, a wise man said, is so that everything doesn’t happen all at once
It’s the only resource we have equal, for no man has more than 24 each day
Those who wonder where it has gone, have not told it where to go
For time must be instructed for by itself, like fire is a terrible master.
When there is so much to do, don’t do it all at once, that is why we have time.
There is time for everything.
Time must be invested, not spent. It must be preserved not squandered.
When there is so much for so little time, turn to the one who is beyond the frame of time.
April 12, 2000 11:00pm
Title: The bus ride
The entire environment was dark, with flashes of light coming in once in a while. Where her feet were, recieved not as much as a ray, but not her thighs. Although modestly shielded by an old fading dress was nontheless within the incesant light range. I guessed she must be in her late forties. We were side by side in a bus. She hissed from time to time, muttered to herself and shook her head…
I wondered… what a hassle mothers go through. I tried to press the thought further, and imagined the agonies bestowed by a wayward son, oh how pathetic, I wondered.
All of a sudden, the bus stopped, and the woman alighted and broke my thoughts. I took a close look and discovered, the oldest she could be was her early thirties. Suddenly, her probable problems took a U-turn.
Imagine. People at different ages and stages face different challenges. What bothers a man better not bother a boy, and the inverse is also repulsive.
While a young directionless youth can utilize street light to play draft, a more purposeful one will use lantern to get certified. Lord, let me not wake up an hour after my stage.
April 26, 2000 (My girl friends birthday 
Title: Communication
Oh what joy, when your signals go not unattended to
When the echoes you sent are duely replied
When you shoot in the dark and the target drops
When in hope you reach out with excitement and sense a warm welcome
The entirety of nature as I see, operates on a simple give and take
The sun gives the trees light; the trees give the monkeys shade
The monkeys give some trees a heart attack, but also reciprocate with manure.
Life is in giving, for whatever it is, that ceases to leave ceases to live
To fro, to fro, it’s communciation.
April 25, 2002 10:25pm
Title : Error: Extreme
Shhh…..
Cold ice water in red hot pot
Extreme reactions, sudden distance.
Tripple blinks…
Sharp light on long closed eyes
Extreme reflexes, momentarily blind
When two extremes collide, unsteady responses abound.
When short men, cast long shadows, their sun is about to set.
He that will cook a frog, must gradually increase the heat.
For nothing attracts opposition like the introduction of Extremes.
There are two particular ones from 2000 that I’m looking forward to publishing together, they take me out of here just reading them… one is “alternatives” and the other “let the goose be”.
Lest I forget… the RECHARGE magazines came in on January 1, they looked fantastic. Grab your copy now, and let’s know how you can be a part of RECHARGE!
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not so surprised…every great achievement is rooted in the cummulative humble efforts of the past… the only way is up! keep it up!
I know that you did not just happen but all the insights you post have been years of working ‘wise’ with consistent practice.
Talking about pedigree, thanks for your consistency else we wont be reading this post.
A proof that it did not just happen.It’s been there over time when no man sees.The manifestation is just beginning.What a way to end the week!
when a man set on a clear voyage, he will surely get there. This is a clear sign of having a clear vision that has propelled you so far. keep writing, you dont know when you would stumble on those write-again.
Despise not the days of little beginnings!
Deolu,
This is a proof of a focus person with definite vison.
I salute your humble begining and what you’ve been able to achieve thereafter.
Cheers
This one no be laughing matter. When person know where him dey go, he go reach there even if road long.
Faith will not only bring you what you desire,but it will show you the way to go after it for yourself. Keep it up
Small beginnings, great futures! Word up man!
Deolu,
I have a feeling that 10 years down the line, you will be re-writing some of the articles on this blog just like you are doing to the articles in your diary now. Then, we will be closer to where we are going!
You are a miracle going somewhere to happen; a dynamite going somewhere to explode. See you at the top of the topmost top!
little beginnings can have great endings