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The world is familiar with word'' Service ''. I don't mean to talk about the gathering of a congregation for worship that is; church service. The service I'm talking about is that which means 'An act of being of assistance to someone.'  it can also mean, 'The state of being subordinate to or employed by an individual or group'. Well today, I'd be talking about two kinds of Service. They are both spelt the same way but have a great disparity when looked at closely. What does it mean to serve?   To serve means To have a given use  or purpose; to function for something or to do something. Everyone born in to this world has a purpose, for you to have a purpose, you must be able to serve.  So what does it mean to Serve?  The response in your head might say to serve will mean to do what is needed to be done or play a function or role to someone or for something.  But the truth is  we get it wrong. There i...

I see his gait Steaming and welling  inside of him Like the vapours of a rulpting volcano Ready to burst It must be pride It can't be humility 'Not one called to be a leader For I've seen one Just like him, who never did end well His words like balls Rolls out only in public Colored in highs And do's Like a trophy he claims to be golden But the shadows of his words Leave a stench Only the wise ones can interpret Beware of his lies' 'As deserting as the water that touches your skin by the Bank. You must beware   For such aura comes With a price of a fall So lowly to the mud It can only be pride Not humility. Your Gait Wriiten by Ogri Mathilda Sarah All rights reserved

Twenty years of slavery Went down the slates of clay Written beneath it Several years of slavery Straying...   Fashioned in cloaks of mistakes Lived us in this self of decay Ride we in these tunes of defiles In a song sung by jezebel Little oh little Did we never see us drowning   Dancing in the wind Twenty times tossed by the wind Twenty times diced by the tides Twenty times cast down the shores of life Oh little! Little wonder never did our smile Brighten than the day   Twenty years of calling By the Messiah Your burdens I carried The pathway do I show you Oh  ye! Listen,  if only thou would listen     A new garment I shall cloak you In rubies,  gold, silver and diamond I have placed you No authority is far greater Just a step.. If only you take the step You shall testify then, in multiples of this great beauty Thou will behold   Twenty years of slavery Went down the slates of clay Only for one, One ...

Coaster Bus Have you ever boarded a Coaster Bus? If you're in Nigeria, especially Lagos,you will be very familiar with that type of bus, it's common along the Badagry expressway, oshodi - Ikorodu axis, oyinbo etc. and you hear the conductors shouting and clamoring for you to enter like 'Ketu, Ikorodu! Wole pelu change e o' etc. They call passengers in and cramp them in the bus like sardine. The bus is actually a 3 seater with extension for a 4th person on a row but in Nigeria, it has been used as a 5 person per row bus and your body sticks to eachother, no space to feel comfy, you're inconvenient through out the journey. I do take the bus very well, so I can tell you the experience first hand... Now to the content, everybody's is like a coaster bus, where you are meant to accommodate a specified or limited number of people & happenings together but because of greed and indecision; we take more than our capacity and it's affecting our life, making,it ...

When I look at you smiling I think of the times you would be sad. When you cry, I think of the times you laugh, When you are broke, I wish for the time you would be rich. When you dance, I think of what you feel when you don't. When you love, I don't want to be on that side when you hate. When you save, I mourn with you on the things you've lost. When you argue, I love being against you, Because I know what I would gain. Arguments are not about winning, But about picking the next person's brain. When you are troubled, I turn into a joker. Try as much as I can to make you laugh. And I've never tried so hard for something, Not even Mathematics. So, All I ask, Is for you to know I love you. Even If I'm guilty at times, For making you cry, Making you feel sad, Being the big spender and that's why you broke. Making you not able to dance, Because I step on your feet too many times. And I spark up argum...

My heart screams out loud Why mi amoure...! Shot down in pieces Helpless in my own swing This ship so big so beautiful Why mi amoure? U leave me not Like the wind blowing off My wrappings unwrapped by you I choke for breath. Flown into ur arms I lay flat on this rock and sand That's once bore our writings Why mi amoure? Where are the days of smiles and trust? Your perfume my garment leaves me tormented with every sniff Why mi amoure? Where did the storms blew our ship to? Tell me no it never wrecked, Tell me no it never sunk, Tell me no! mi amoure... Tell me you love, Tell me!!  I love you.. Sing me my lullaby forever together Cuddle me rocking slow Rocking slow Till your soft hands, brushed against my cheek Reassures me of peace and  hope The glint can't just be gone This story mi amour leaves me shattered and thorn Bring me home mighty sailor Home....... Where memories of this broken piece lays not For I really belie...

Should the moon peep Or the Sun creak The clouds are always At our feet Should the sky sneeze Or the wind dance Our paths leave a line Of a non stop continuity If time were a ferry Then we would row back Tracing our identity and Claiming our names would be the aim. Times without numbers nor alphabets I ponder what the fore elders thought.. They gave me this shoe for an aim so beautiful yet destructive now to our age I mark my fingers on every door My markings are all on your streets Search not for me you'd see me I call each day, but now it's all but a mere voice already used to We've seen camp fire nights Shivering in cold with our dusty rusty garments We've tasted the greatest continental meals all made from maize with a delicious drink of untreated water We've been surrounded by so great importance We lay with trumpets as lullabies They bit in.. these tiny Lil sucklings taking the Lil blood we have left flowing in our ve...