Thursday, July 21, 2016


Eternity is worthwhile
Cos your beauty is timeless
Ageless smiles
Captured in a moment
My mind can't comprehend
The end of how it began
Hold it right there
While I soak it in
Frame by frame
Pixel by Pixel
Hold it...
Cut me lose
I don't wanna leave
Lost Forever.
With You.
In this moment.

[Inspired by the Timeless Beauty of Venice, a city I miss so much]
The Beautiful City of Venice [Image Credit]

Monday, September 16, 2013

Spark | Energy | Fire!

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Well this is a short piece I did for a corporate (official) event but I didn't get to read it due to time constraints. it is for your enjoyment... :)

Spark, Energy and Fire met for a drink
To discuss and catch up on trivial things
Who in his wildest thought would ever think
that they all came from the same family tree

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I'm the invisible painting on the empty canvass,
the future you saw this morning in bed
I'm the wonderful mix of ideas trapped in your head
the beautiful scribble of the curious toddler

Nurture my spark cuz I'm volatile
I am Imagination

I'm the explosive colours in the artist's mind
unscripted rhythm of a dancer's movement
Locked within every man searching to find
I'm the wisdom of years captured in a moment.

I give energy to the spark in you.
I am Creativity.

Let me feel your spark
Unleash your energy
Like a walk in the park,
Will be our synergy

Let your passion burn
with the world in ovation
Because an idea is born
Call me Innovation!

Friday, June 15, 2012


We will light the candles this time
in memory of our fallen heroes
no play of words as we express our grief
once again we mourn silently.

The morning we woke up to a northern blast
thinking how long would this last
in the evening we would regret so fast
what remains of the labours of heroes past?

light the candles from east to west
hold your peace from north to south
remains of our pride we defend in a continual quest
no tears, no fears, deep silence cries out

green white green flown at half-mast
the news we watched in utter shock and awe
events unfolding as confusion loomed
what still remains of the labours of heroes past?

loving memories of one-five-three
we reminisce each moment of time thus spent
living and loving like today was the last
for what we do in life echoes in eternity

One more time we will light the candles
this time we would hold our heads high
one last time, we will rise in honour
In loving memories of one-five-three

One, depicting the way our motherland should be
Five, representing the grace our Father thus gives
Three, the day in June that shook us to our knees
One-Five-Three, may their gentle souls rest in peace.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Our Conductor

What makes me tick?
out of what would I pick
What makes me sick?
like gum would the thoughts stick

Strings of the heart, a tune of broken chords,
Searching for a song among broken records,
rising symphony of the wind's harsh wheezing
falling hopes of the audience increasing

We sat and watched at the empty conductor's stand
wondering if he respected our time or even his band
we predicted who he'd be, well, at least a touch of class
our conductor we had never seen, as time did pass

Suddenly! Lights flash, still hall, a great presence
Faint sounds of the cello welcomed Him with reverence
three sessions and three later, the tunes began to make sense
"You have my mind and I live in you", thats all he said hence

Not all in the hall enjoyed the nice chimes
Not all were in the hall in those beautiful times
just like His tales of many centuries foretold
to be like him seemed like an ambition hard to withhold

Two milleniums later, I'm here in the same hall
Staring at the empty conductor's seat with same appaul
Suddenly! Lights flash and the I hear a still small voice,
"Don't wait for Him, He lives in you", with all clarity and poise  

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Tribute to Femi Ademiju.

I remember your smile the last time we saw,

so humble it beamed, covering every flaw.

Your warm heart and demeanor I admired in secret,

in a world of sorrow, your joy expression would defeat.

many said you were hardworking, to that I concur,

the days and nights of endless toil, never would it occur,

that I'd wake one morn to hear that you're gone,

"Never", I'd say, "Never!"... my heart with grief torn.

The journey of life we know is one long bumpy one,

at certain stops will some alight, never to go on.

Death they say puts life in perspective,

moments of our lives we recount, assuming the retrospective.

One day for sure we'd be clothed in shiny robes,

ambience of peaceful worship, descent of white doves.

I'll scold you and embrace you and ask why you didn't tell us,

But for now with a heavy heart I say ... "Rest In Peace Femi".

Rest In Perfect Peace.

Monday, October 3, 2011


An Independence Day collabo by Shai, Somto & Mikesfrequency (me) 

My name is North
Often misunderstood, but not a nut
Royally born, I strut flaunting my glittering crest,
Hence, my name I believe comes first.

Stand aside brothers! Be in my way and I have no choice
But to come at you with my brute force
Why I ask, do you connive so?
You whom I have loved dearly so

My steps I have since re-traced
Back to ways nearly effaced
Let it be known, this is my new creed
Your turn to make a choice or bleed

East, West and South my brethren
Always cuddling to that felon called master
Forgetting we took a solemn oath together
My hands touching the totem first
Here you are treating me poorly, while we tear at each other
Born and bred by the same mother
I wonder if either you East, South or West do remember..

I am the West
And I have known you from birth
But, how did we come to this pass?
Where we set out to maim and cause each other death?

From birth I knew you
Remember we gathered and sang an anthem?
Pledging each other love and oneness
Our lips now fill with sourness.

Our hearts turn to hatred
And our pride still we hold sacred
Even if tattered and much battered
I wonder if you know what I do in my head.

I am East and I know what you do in your head.
I can feel all the negative tension from your end
For a sin they say we are soaked in.
A sin no one sees but everyone believes in.

We live together; even the houses don’t mind our differences.
So why is our friendship choked by our tribal influences?
Why can’t I see you and call you ‘Nwannem’?
Why do I look at you and spit out the words ‘enyim’?

Same color, same likes, same dance, same beat
Same sound as the mortar and the pestle meet
Yet we struggle with not just the north,
Now we battle even within the same hut.

My clock is ticking
When will East meet West?
And the battle feet come to a rest?
When will the east meet the South
And the gun fire is less than a sound?
When will the east meet North?
And we all gather for a palm wine shot?
I am the South

Hold it North! Tread softly on my grounds
Your lust has gone beyond bounds
East stay away from my toil
West, don’t dare touch my oil.

We are children of the night
War songs under the moonlight
Darting suspicious eyes, each tribe apart
Once upon a time, we were many voices with one heart

Labours of our heroes forgotten fast
A lost cliché in some memory past
We’re one lasting choice from together
Our hearts beating in unison forever
Moving beyond nomenclature, no criteria
No East, West, South or North, just one Nigeria!

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Truly Love

You give as you can afford,
I smile when I can,
We pay our taxes,
they obey the rules.

What exactly is this thing?
so small yet humbles the mighty,
so great yet touches even the smallest of things,
and so vague, you just forgot the meaning.

Is it hugging that loved one,
or missing a lost relative?
Is it forgiving a grudge,
or kissing an old friend?

I ask myself and I ask you too,
so complex you almost forgot its letters,
so simple it's true meaning eludes your conscious,
what exactly is this thing?

Love is patient but he has to shut her up this time
Love is kind but the dirty beggar shouldn't have touched my hand
Love is not boastful but she's way below his league
Love overlooks wrongs but this one is exceptional

I could tell you I knew all about love and you'd criticize
I could tell you I knew nothing bout it and you'd condescend
What truly is Love?

I tell you a truth that's hard to break,
Love is trying to be like a man you never saw.
Love is that same man choosing to die for someone he hasn't even met - you.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Complete the Poem Competition

So this was inspired by a post I saw on the Toolsman's blog and I decided to introduce it as the basis for the Blog Anniversary Give-Away.

These are the rules:
  1. You must be a follower on the Homepage
  2. Compose your own 4-verse stanza in-line with the theme of the 2 stanzas of the poem below.(Only one stanza allowed per person). i.e. only 4 lines of poem allowed per individual.
  3. Drop your composed poem in the comments below
  4. Spread the word. Winners will get an ordered copy of any of Myne Whitman's book listed below + A free exclusive Blog Design for a Non-blogger.
  5. One of the books to be won are 'A Heart To Mend' or 'A Love Rekindled', both by Myne Whitman
Now here are my 2 stanzas...

Our heart in His hand, a fragile glass
His voice in your heart, an echoing verse
My thought in His head, a strange puzzle
the discernment of our minds, a constant tussle.

we are victors of war, never fought
reverie of ideas, never bought
we've dreamt enough, time's up
time for swift action, waking up
(Continue in the comments section, one stanza per person) Have fun!

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Romance Instructor by Oluwaseun Ogundolapo

This is a beautiful rendition by a talented word artist...Only @ moi frequency *wink*
(Feel free to leave your comments below)

I looked into her eyes and she looked into mine
She asked what was wrong, I said I was fine
With her two hands she brought me to a stand
What happened after wasn’t what I planned

I found myself in her arms
It looked as if I was caught by her charms
She held me tight and wasn’t going to let go
At that moment she forgot what was called ego

She felt my heart beating very fast
Like I was in a stage play, being the only cast
Suddenly, I noticed her mouth on my lips
And slowly she held my hands and placed it on her hips

Jesus I called but he didn't respond
And then I began to wonder if I was ever warned
The temple of the holy spirit was about to crash
But I was incapacitated to do a dash

My temperature started rising,
But to her, it wasn’t surprising,
She started kissing me like the world was going to end
I tried understanding why, but I couldn’t comprehend

Some milliseconds later everything started going wrong
As she began to sing a strange song,
At that point, I thought; I needed a doctor
And she suddenly became a romance instructor

"Don’t kiss me slowly, it’s my taboo"
"Hold me tight, feel my tattoo"
"Don’t touch me there, touch me here"
I started getting pissed, to be sincere.

I began resisting,
She continued persisting,
I was losing the battle against her wish,
My conscience was calling, but I was out of reach.

"God, let this cup pass over me please"
That was my prayer when she asked for another kiss
But this time, I was in total control of myself
She got angry and pushed me towards the shelf

I won the battle after all
I finally answered my conscience’s call
Those minutes with the romance instructor were really tough
But thank God, I knew when to say "I’ve had enough"

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Space by Somto S. Okeke

This is not the hole in my mind
Or the distance in my steps.
It has nothing to do with the gap in my thoughts,
Or the galaxies in their orbits.


I am not talking about the pressing of bodies in the mall,
Or the sharing of smell in the elevator.
I sit in the bus, nodding my head to the beat of the music,
While my feet is disrespecting the floor.
I put my hand by the corner of the broken window,
And the old woman beside me looks at me like an intruder.
She just doesn’t get it; she wasn’t created to be alone
She wasn’t created to have her space, for her space is my space.

No need to ask  God for proof,
For the proof is right in front of us.
The air you inhaled is the one I exhaled,
The money you gave the alaye is the one he gave me as change,
And the thief you chased away is the one that robbed my aboki,
 You passed your exams, and I got the injection,
You failed your exams and the pothole burst my tyre.

‘You are invading my space’ I say to you
‘So why are you on my road?’ You ask me
It is a waste of time to fight for space,
For we have created everything that invades space,
And when God created Adam, HE always comes for a-visiting
The only thing spacious about space is the space they taught us in computer school.

There is nothing called space for we are in each other's face.