Youthfulperspectives

The mind panics as you mount the stage over the future of your coming age What to be? What to do? As life questions seek to bombard you And like a scholar with poor preparation for a test, You give little or no feedback to these questions Your fears begins to pilot your thinking Your mind gets occupied with doubt Till the shackles of a sunless sky cloud the path on which you always rely You become effortlessly skeptical of what it is to come You sew a corn seed but doubt if you’ll   reap a corn in return Now that schooling is over, what is left for you? Will you land that dream job? Will you even fulfill half of your fantasies? Will your pastures ever be green like a well watered lawn or scanty like an overgrazed land Without the blessings of dungs to yield its growth But hold on a minute Why allow the fear of the unknown torture you? Like a mother at the peak of conception Why not look  back reminiscing obstacles long crossed Ba...

The war between the heart and the head, is a tough one. Your head tells you, this is it! And For a second, your heart agrees with you. Then it pushes you to do the direct opposite. Why? Why can't all of me say the same thing? Why does the heart make this so hard? It should be easy. But oh no! The heart has to make it tough. Maybe my head is the wrong one here. Maybe I should follow my heart. At least,It has not lead me down a wrong path in a while. Or has it? My head says. Thinking about it, actually involves my head. It is saying one thing, And the feeling which involves my heart is saying another. Should I think or should I feel? Let's start from the genesis. Maybe I can think or feel my way out of this mess I got myself into. We were good at the beginning, until he became an addiction, my addiction. I stopped thinking rationally when it comes to him a long time ago. I guess my head went on a vacation. Little things became very big. Big things became little and I wa...

I sit all day in class Even when the lecture is boring. Something we all agree with, I no longer write in class Even when the class is interesting. Of course I would love to pass Even though I seldom do the right thing. I wish I could skip time, to make school the past. Even though making money we are told is the essence of schooling. And you are not taught that in class. Another one from kolathefluid. Pen name for Adeosun Adekola Alade. I hope this boy would not take over this space with his wild ideas though. Selah *winks*

Beautiful lovely damsel, her name was Mary. She fell in love with a charming lad; kelvin Kelvin then said to her, let's have fun and be merry. But she said to him, I want to be a virgin up until the moment I marry. He retorted you'd be the only one I'd he loving. So why wait until we marry. Mary succumbed after much of compelling. But the next day kelvin was with sally. - kola the fluid. Pen name for adeosun adekola alade

I am kind of skeptical about the best way to start.  There was, there is or there will be.  "There was" will surely do for now. Ray updated his status. It said a country is gone when it's inhabitants find nothing wrong with its leaders. They stay depending on those who put them in the constant struggling state they find themselves.  The "Stockholm syndrome" as the learned ones calls it. I once stated facts about a country.  But for now, the focus would be on the one currently being lead by SAI. He succeeded EBELE, the man from the land of the Clarks and the pepples. The man who was tagged "clueless" but was also said to mean well.  He tried his best, employed a few of the best hands but could not make a headway.  Patience too was said to be a stumbling block. SAI came riding on the slogan "change". A term that has since lost its meaning.  He promised a total change of the status quo.  Explained that the hydra-headed monster "kwar...

Love is teeny little drops of affections, sometimes it comes pounding down on the roof at another time it drizzles and plays. It is both brute and lady mixing the rashness of fire with the calm of water and always ready to grow in the direction of the sunlight. Love is: also patience, also communication, also being a bit more on top of the sheet of preference. Don't judge the other just yet until you've genuinely applied the scale to your proud mind and little acts.

I have existed over greater than two decades and few seasons.  I have learned,  maybe experienced would suit it better.  Even unlike the forebearers of the clan I hail from.  I have fears.  Some may be funny and some am in a pensive mood about.  But all make me who i am. They have succeeded in accumulating over time.  Parents told me over my teenage years that I feared the fiery red lantern. I even feared the grimacing boys who threw stones around.  I feared my parents not buying my cherished toys.  The small flying plane I loved.  I have had fears over time.  I really fear I may not be able to realize all I have set out to do.  I fear I would let my acquaintances down.  I have also over time had a persistent fear of dogs.  Those four-legged hairy monsters.  I have never made a delicacy our of you so don't eye my legs.  They are even too tiny for you to gnaw at. And they are not tast...

   The scenario am going to paint is an accumulation of events which happened to your distinguished writer.  As I have observed in my little period of existence, many things go on in your mind,  yes your mind that has the ultimate power to order your steps in this marathon called life.  I realised this fully during my secondary school days which in my native country sprawled over a period of six(6) years.  When my secondary school education started,  in a missionary school in the southwestern part of the country.  Due to my strict upbringing in the close knit family of mine,  dad and mum already made the choice for us that we would all go to catholic secondary schools.  And mum added the option the school would have to be equipped with boarding facilities. And as she would say so we would not cause her high blood pressure due to the majority of us being boys.  She would say our stubbornness rank highly to the heavens. And as I am th...

So am in my tattered apparel, drenched to the bones.  People are of course rejoicing, cos it is the first rain of the year. Why are they happy? Am thinking. Are they not humans, they sure have their problems why are they so optimistic? Why has this kind of feeling eluded me? Can't they share their newly found happiness with me? Am I so hard to love, what have I done to be this hated?  Can't they realize am not supposed to live like this?  Don't they know I have dreams to fulfill too? why on earth do they pass me by chuckling, laughing and all? At least few notes given to me will do. Just for me to pass the day. It was not entirely my fault too just in case you have started judging me in your usual manner. The individual who claimed loved me did this. These revered men with their expensive toga do claim God created us all now.  where is he now when I need him?  I am now sleepy.  I have nowhere to lay my head. I am so scared of the wild ones....