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Whats life without a little fun now and then???


O’er streams and land my heart has flown.
Just to find the place called home.
When meat is stripped to nothing but bones.
What’s left, O learned one but The Shadow Lone.

The eyes e’er so short doth see.
Only within the limits of the mind.
Mind not that the mind sees naught.
But what the senses artistically paints.

A flame in the darkness doth shine.
A claim on the invisible, on what’s mine.
Shame on those who tried to pilfer what’s rightfully thine.
Justice shall rightfully their plea decline.

Put your feet down and stake your claim.
The joy you feel is not a thing of shame.
Your journey though long here wanes.
On this path will you be ever glad you came.

“I’m home” sang the parrot to the bees.
Who inhabit the river surrounded trees.
This i choose, this i want.
This is home, the past now is burnt



Posted by on May 10, 2013 in Just Playing Around, Poetry


Bunmi Oke

Bunmi Oke

Bunmi Oke


For My dear Friend Bunmi Oke

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Posted by on July 31, 2012 in Just Playing Around


BANKE – A Short Story pt 2

Banke probably doesn’t know I exist but I have had my eyes on her since that day in the market square. I forget things easily but that first encounter is ingrained in my memory. I was young and like everybody else was intrigued with playing with my friends manufacturing various contraptions which we rolled around the street. Out came my mother suggesting I followed her to the market, at least that’s what I thought but it turned out not to be a suggestion, so begrudgingly I followed her but I guess my non-smiling face got to her so she promised to buy me Baba Dudu. Pronto my mood changed and I followed her with a skip in my step as we went from stall to stall buying this and that – yam flour, garri, yam, etc. my excitement was slowly fading until I came across a stall that had Baba Dudu and the other variant Baba pupa – a dilemma arose, which do I choose? She must have read my mind when she said “ you can buy them both and lick them together you know”, as I looked up and behind the wares, words caught in my throat as I gazed into her eyes, she had those large yet beautiful eyes that tell you everything was alright and something shifted in my heart. Honestly, I bought both not because of variety but because she suggested it.

I was about going when I remembered my manners and offered her one each; she turned down the offer because her mother wasn’t around so it wouldn’t seem as if she was consuming what she was meant to sell. That thing that shifted in my mind shifted again and I could swear if it was a compass, it was pointed straight at her. We were looking into each other’s eyes and my mother chose that particular moment to interrupt our reverie “Banke Mama e da? (banke where is your mother?)” asked my mother “good afternoon ma, she went to the harbor to get more wares and stuffs for my brother’s birthday next tomorrow” she turns to me and asks “will you come” I almost said yes before she finished but I stifled it and managed a nod. “Greet her for me when she comes back” my mom just has this knack of interrupting moments, she placed the sack of yam flour on my head “you will sha eat out of it” with the load on my head, I looked back to see Banke smiling (or was that a smirk?) as she waved goodbye. I couldn’t wave back without risking the load on my head so I returned her gesture with a tepid smile.

On reaching home, I dropped the sack on the kitchen floor, went to my father’s room, prostrated “Eku ile sir (good luck saying that in English but it means good house-staying or something like that)” and showed him the stuffs mom bought for me. “Have you said thank you to your mother” he says I turn to her and say “Thank you maami”. I turned on my heels heading for my room to go and lick my Baba Dudu and Pupa in peace, I looked back to see my mum lean into my father and I saw an image of an older Banke leaning into me. With that I remembered the birthday and went to my box in my mother’s room to search for what to wear, I chose the shirt I wore last Christmas as it had only been worn once – it still had that new look. The birthday couldn’t come any faster; on that day I adorned my Christmas wear, went into my mother’s room to use the mirror. When she saw me, she smiled and rubbed my head just the way I like it rubbed. “omo akin, omo mi, omo bi adiye ba ku, ata laa lo si” she eulogizes, you look just like your father. So I left for the party feeling like the son of my father.

I got there just as the opening prayer was being said; I took my seat and said responsive Amens between closing my eyes and searching for Banke. I found her in the front row; I sauntered over to greet her. We went through the motions, we sang for the birthday boy together, I particularly remember dancing round the chair, she probably didn’t notice but I let her win after like 3 times and nobody was getting the upper hand. We took photographs together, I also remember her giving me her food while she took mine, very naughty girl she was. I then stole her meat and ran, she gave chase immediately, catching up with me at the back of their house where I tried to put the meat in my mouth and it fell to the ground. “God catch you” she said. I ran again and we got back to our seats rather exhausted. I got back home that day exhausted but really very happy. I was looking forward to seeing her in school but I was shocked to hear her parents had sent her to a boarding school in the city and I didn’t see her until 5 years later which is where we are and I have no idea if she still remembers me.

My walk back home was nothing compared to when I left, I crawled into bed that night and as I gazed at the stars through the open window, I fell asleep with thought of Banke on my mind


Posted by on July 27, 2012 in Just Playing Around, Stories


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T.Y. Bello On The Cover Of Future Magazine

T. Y. Bello On The Cover Of Future Magazine



I fell in love with this picture at first sight and i have wanted to design this for a while now but i couldn’t find the ginger. but now there it is. what do you think?

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Posted by on May 28, 2012 in Just Playing Around, Maiden


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Taking Your Chances.

Let me start this by saying I am a Chelsea fan! And I am still delirious over our most recent accomplishment; winning the UEFA Champions League! Yeah we did, we defied every prediction and I cant even imagine how many people would have lost bets placed on Barcelona or Real Madrid to reach the finals, but against all odds and out of the blues(pun intended), We beat arguably the best team in the world and went ahead to lift the much coveted trophy.

Just some months ago, I told my uncle I was never going to watch another Chelsea match till we were able to win 3 matches in a row because I was really pissed at the team and their conversion rate, too much errors on the field of play, zero confidence on the part of the strikers(uncle Torres), so my decision wasn’t baseless. The Exodus of Andre Villas-Boas and the Genesis of Roberto Di-Matteo resulted in a previously unthinkable turn around in results with the same team. Miraculous right?

People keep saying Chelsea doesn’t deserve to win but I see it differently and not just because I’m a fan. Just hear me out, Chelsea came back to overturn a 3-1 deficit against Napoli to emphatically win 4-1 in the second leg and secure qualification to the Semi Finals where we progressed to win against Barcelona. In the first leg, the lone Drogba goal was scored in 46nd minute(extra time). On the second leg, Ramires scored in the 47th minute (extra time), Torres scored the second goal of the match in the 92nd minute(in case you didn’t notice EXTRA TIME). When you start seeing a pattern to randomness, is it still randomness? Even in the final match against Munich, Chelsea’s goal came in extra time. Suffice to say there is a method to this madness.

That right there is a team who recognized the odds and played against them, they knew their opponents and came with a custom suited plan that assured victory. They defended all through the match but when the chances came(however little), they took it and the rest of the STORY is now hiSTORY. So my word to you is always take your chances, some get many, some get few but whenever you see a chance and you don’t take it, don’t bitch when someone else does and takes the prize.

This is a very multifaceted something o, you see a girl sitting in the corner alone, you look …gawk and do nothing, then one boy goes there and says the lamest of things and the girls goes with him, if I hear you complain, I will put sandpaper in your singlet. You had your chance, and you didn’t take it, somebody else did, so shut the hell up.

Chelsea has won the Champions league for the first time in their 107 years not because they play the best soccer on the continent(they don’t), not because they have the best team(all those group of agbayas) or the best coach(interim boss for that matter) but it all comes down to one simple thing – Taking Your Chances.Image

i saw this picture online and laughed…but its kinda true when you take your chances.


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Hasarla – Redefined/Refocused


Blogging makes me happy. It makes me feel like I am really doing something that has meaning. So from now on, I will blog and blog and blog at every chance I get, I’ll update this blog. That being said, I think it’s time I reassessed my stake and direction. Like I said in my About Me Page (check it out) I can write on almost anything, but the jack of all trades is still the master of none.

So I will be writing on basically the following categories hence forth. Note that this does not limit what I can write on, it’s just a guide and focus for greater effect.

    1.       Inspiration: This is naturally my default mode; I am naturally a bubbly person, not because I’m immune to stuffs. It’s because I believe that it’s not what happens to you but how you respond to it that matters. The power of the right Attitude, matters concerning leadership, and bringing out the best of you out of you  among other such topics

    2.       Parenting: I am not a parent, in fact I still live with my parents but I get insights now and then about how best to interact with your children. A happy family goes beyond happy couples, the way you deal with your children has a great import on the kind of life they will live and as a loving parent, you don’t want to send them on the wrong course

    3.       Christianity: I am a Christian. Consider me sold out to Christ. I study the bible and the truths of the bible can never be completely exposed. So now and then, I’ll be writing out of the bible. The modern church interests me, is that Gods plan for the church? Remembering that the church is me and you and not the pews. So I’ll be writing on the church too

    4.       Social Commentary: Our age is one of many social maladies, and so many things are wrong on a variety of scales. Some things don’t even need Christianity for you to know they are wrong. Even simple morality, or common sense points it out but we have been blinded to the obvious truths. I am sorry but I’ll be writing about Nigeria under this category, this country is so plagued with maladies that it gives me heart ache every time I think about it, so it takes a whole lot of effort to write about her. But with people like Mr. Japheth Omojuwa ( , Chinedu Ekekee ( and a variety of other bloggers, so I’ll say that area is well covered. I’ll focus more on the people part of it all

    5.       Relationship: Ideality is something that would never let go of me; I believe that things can be better in our relationships. The twisted reality that we call relationship these days just pains me. So now and again, we’ll be talking about how to make things right.

    6.       Poetry: Poets write poems, so I’ll write ‘em too.

    7.       Just Playing Around: This is kind of my miscellaneous section, some things won’t have strict categorization and sometimes I will just play around. All work and no play…..

     So that been said, we go on from here, I won’t stop even if I get no visits to my site in a month, I’ll still write. I pray for inspiration of the Almighty to make this work. Together, we will create a new reality. Also sometimes, I’ll be writing to myself, it may bless, inspire, minister to you. So come with me on this redefined journey. Image


Olajumoke Lawal

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Posted by on February 23, 2012 in Just Playing Around

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