Wonderworld

Man! Man!! Man!!! Why am I born black? Why am I red? why am I white? Everybody bawls on their skin colours. Humans are created to have different colour compositions and body features even if from the same womb.  They all have common activities and characteristics. All humans breathe, talk, think, eat, sleep, reproduce and can only be seen in a place at a particular time. We all have things in common. The red, white, black etc. are all humans designed to walk with their two legs. The Europeans and some Americans are referred to as white, the Asians as red and Africans as the blacks. Though we have different skin colours, we are still humans. It is saddening to my hearing that people are treated differently according to their skin complexions. People are unfavourably treated in the aspect of marriage, employment, promotion, pay, association and participation etc. because of their race or skin colour difference.  Based on m...

My Kiss Beauty You are the biggest miracles that have ever happened to me. I can't really explain how lucky I am to meet you The memory of the day I first saw you glitters like gold in me. I could imagine the smile you put on as you ran to meet me So beautiful like a shiny embroidery. Your elegance even in your innocence made my heart to throb. The first words I had you speak so full of sweetness and wisdom. That I wanted to kiss more out of you. The softness of your outstretched hands excited me that I never wanted to let go. Palms over mine, I feel graced to make the touch once again. I thought I was in a dream until you bid a quick bye Your beauty overshadowed my thoughts, oh how speechless I was. You are an angel, that brings Goodluck to me. Seeing your beautiful face is liking beholding the face of Angel, I have no doubt. Your beauty glitters like the brightest star, It makes me feel like a Lion King Your skin as soft as cotton and smo...

The way is broad, the path is slippery. Only the spiked shoes can climb to the zenith. It is approximately seven months to a period of making a critical decision that will determine the way of life of Nigerians for the next four years. Are we ready? Are Nigerians ready to face the reality? Many campaigns, jamborines, propagandas and political speeches have been flying over the whole ambience. Television radio stations have been enlightening and encouraging citizens to go and collect their permanent voters cards (PVCs). People are ambivalent about the way the election will go. Political aspirants are blabbing on their intentions. Hmmm, can we say Nigerians are prepared to face the reality? Will Nigerians make a change again? After the thirst for another power of government has been quenched as a result of their incredulity in the former power, Nigerians have seen the tail of the coin. The reality has caught the idealistic Nigeria unaware with painful and ignominious experiences.  ...

The majority might see life, especially human race, as full of complication and tribulations but every bit of their occurrence always open up opportunities for the optimistic, unsentimental and idealistic mind. Live your life with a free and imaginative mind. Akojiyan Iyanu 

My Son, the glory of my morning My darling, the strength of my breath Your cry impregnate my standing When you are worried I could barely breathe My baby king, the courage of my wind,  My sweet song, the tenacity of my gong That gave happiness to my voice to sing That made all feet to dance along  My crown, the abatement of my pain My Joy, the deadline of my shame.  Your smile shower increase to my gain Your wholeness proclaim my fame.  My son, I never cook with flames  That burns with my aims and claims Nor a mud pot that disclaims your name Never set aflame to claim your shame  I see your queen in garments of disguise That cages a heart to afterwards weep My being strive to realize her devices Of deceit from the kisses of her lips My cleverness challenged her craftiness  To spur with no breath to slur Her curdle breaks bones in rottenness  Her smiles, great pretense they pour Lis...

I search all through the summer For a golden fanciful flower All through the times All through the seasons My sweat crave for the story Of the Opening of my morning glory I scrubbed all hills and valleys Absconded from my luxuries and worries To only embrace a flower that crumbles Not, as its bud immensely stumbles But brilliantly shines at my side Radiating her beauty in her pride Finally, I made it to the gates Of my dream flower that awaits The arrival of her valiant King Pondering over her gorgeous Ring Unwittingly, she opened up her pathways For my hefty horse to ride to her doorways After my soul had cried and sweated That my feet was damped and depleted In the muds of the valleys, In cold Wind of the hills, After I heard, saw and conquered Oh mother, Your Nod I wondered Oh mother, you burned my flower All for your buds to matter You forgot my morning glory To make your daisy compulsory Oh mother, let me be With the little in your heartbeat...