Life is on a sprint

Life

Take it easy with me

It is as if you are on a race

Like you are practically on a sprint

Unfortunately

I can’t meet up with the race

Has I think about it again

Life is a race

So have got no choice but to keep up

Has long has I have got life sustaining kits

Like a small fanny pack

Although, it is heavy

I will try to change the way

They keep weighing me down

To some positive use.

Hey life

Hold up

Let me catch my breathe.

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CARING!

CARING! Very important in one's life.
It has the power to heal a broken person.
Like balm that soothes the pain.
The person feel reassured that a certain fellow cares for him
Even if they aren't many.
An occasional hug!
A loving kiss!
Just to show they really care.
My child or friend, brother, sister, lover, uncle, Aunt, Ex et tera; I LOVE you!
If you have any trouble, come to me.
So what, if you messed up, I'm there for you
That's assurance!

Closer to Humanity

MUST OUR COMMUTER OPERATORS BE AGGRESIVELY INSULTIVE?: The Nigerian experience.

An Okada man just called me “omo ale” - a bastard. I was angry at first, and tried to catch up with him by accelerating my car speed in order to respond; which was silly of me to think in that manner, bearing in mind the adage: “don’t argue with a fool because onlookers will see you both as two fools. So I just decided to react by putting the scenario in writing. 

Agreed, without commercial commuters, life is likely to be at standstill; thus retarding business activities.  Commercial transportation business, we know can be really frustrating – being on the move, day and night, daily.  However, must the cumulative stress aggression be transferred on other innocent road users?

Commuters being discussed should think twice before outpouring the unprintables to other road users.  Towards this end, morality training in the form of regular Seminars may have to be organised by their Unions, Road Safety Corps and the VIO Units of each State Government.  It is suggested that renewal of Driving and Motor Licences, continuous Membership of their Unions should also be tied to attendance of such Seminars, because outpouring of insultive languages by operators of these Commuters (especially Okadas) is very rampant all over Nigeria.  One is yet to ascertain if outside the borders of this country, the same practice is in existence.

It goes without saying that there is money in transport business, but most of the vehicle, motorbikes or tricycles operators, may lack investing on children education, property ownership etc.  One might not be far from right to suggest that after buying fuel, remitting daily returns to owners of such bikes, cars (if you are not the owner), the remaining is spent on Alcohol, Drugs, and sexual exploits!  Opening bank accounts or daily contributions to Cooperative Societies will fetch some few thousands of naira on monthly basis for reasonable investments. In addition, our commuters will go a long way painting a civil image for this country while on the road, by not cursing other road users as a means of pleasure of exhibiting aggressive mood in they find themselves as a result of tension or depression.  Just be nice to other road users. The word “nice” might be a four-letter alphabet and a one syllable in pronounciation, but it can go a long way to establish good rapport for commuter operators, the society at large and as well, contribute positively to the image of the country to a visitor. 

By: ADEBAYO, Busayo
      Freelance Public Analyst

Giving is the Best Communication

FUTURE OF OURS

Look at them,

Like fresh drops of dew.

Nestled in the palms of leaves,

Gift of the heavens.

Stretching and turning

Slipping and sliding

Like delicate pearls,

Glinting with laughter

Let us not lose these

Little stars on earth

Like sunshine on winter's day

Bathes the courtyard in gold

They banish darkness from our hearts

And warmed us to the core

Let us not lose these

Little stars on earth.

Like sleep trapped behind eyelids

Where sweet dreams abound

And in the dream an angel rises

Like fountains of colour

Like butterflies upon blossoms

Like love which is selfless

They're surging waves of hope

They're the dawn of dreams and eternal joy

Let us not lose these

Little stars on earth

On the heavy darkness of night's bosom

They sit like a flame dispelling gloom

Like an orchard's fragrance

They fill the air

Like a kaleidoscope of myriad hues

Like flowers reaching up the sun

Like the notes of a flute

In the quiet of a grove

They are breaths of fresh air

The rhythm and music of life

Let us not lose these

Little stars on earth

Like the pulsing life

Of the neighbourhood

Like buds determined to bloom

Like the breeze of the season

Caught in your palm

They're the blessings for our elders

Let us not lose these

Little stars on earth

BY: ADEBAYO BUSAYO