FINALLY I VACATE THE FRANTIC RACE OF GRADE. :- JOHN NETIZEN

Do I say this is ultimate journey of life? Or it just a mere frantic race of humanity? Where survival of both weak and strong are slimmed.
I wish I could said it was easy. But it wasn't, however, it wasn't hard either. But without, a purpose and strong reason anything in life is hard. R K. Not quite long I find myself in this crazy journey with blur destination. So, I looked around me and visualized what really happening which seems different from the occurrences in this frantic race I embarked on. However, I compromised to follow the masses paths. Not knowing, the implications attached and where the road is abruptly bend.
    I rowed all I worth: I trekked the miles my leg could take me, I stretched my mighty hands abound. I gazed farther than my eyes could see. All these I did, not for the moon to descend, neither for me to grow wing and fly in the sky.
But, to make my grade worthy and became the wishes of others. Unconsciously, this grade metamorphosized to god which I daily worshipped. Not a day went by, without pampering this egocentric and overrated god. As day turned to night and today became yesterday. It's seems all my rite and sacrifice had gone in aridity. It was fanatically, fruitless.
       This turned me down and drove me to doleful mood. Where lamentation became my friend and weariness accompanied me through the moment. How could I settle with this ungrateful god in whom I left everything behind to cater for? Through the thick and thin, in fury sun, on merciless rain. My pleasure time I forwent, by serving this thankless god which never for once neither makes my deed nor my effort praised. So, pathetic!  Should I continue with this horrible way of living? The choice should be made. Because, god that cannot save one, will definitely leaves one in normal conditions.
         The  above paragraphs are  parable and analogy of university grade.
Though, it's everyone pleasure and desire to bag out with best grade. Whenever they find themselves in tertiary institutions. Besides, it's also every parent pride and aspirations to hear the name of their children echo in the list of 'first class'. However, not everyone will  fulfill this great goal. Either at the inception, in the middle or at the end, some goals will be shattered, some dreams will dwell in pool of illusion and some hope will be  dashed. While, some set of people will get it accomplished. Bravo's!
      Moreover, wherever you find yourselves in listed category. It'll never make you a winner or loser. What will make you so, solely lies within you.
Statistically, if we take proper outlook at numbers of world celebrated people today, Without any doubt we can deduce that, it has nothing or little to do with their grade. But, adequate utilisation of what embedded in them.
 Having a good grade never be a crime, doing good academically is awesome. However, it is only necessary but hardly sufficient to guarantee your success in this crazy and dynamic world. Relying totally on your grade, is one... Read more

THE UGLY EXPERIENCE

*THE ANECDOTE*
IT WAS IN THE MIDDAY SUN YESTERDAY, I WAS Damn tired and I urgently needed some siesta to refresh myself against the tasks ahead of me. Mean that I went to farm very early in the morning to attend to some pressing chores. Of course, I was in the farm till two o,clock ,if I guess fine, in the noon, under the vehement scourging sun that beamed the body with peroxiding temperature.
I was earnestly praying within the parlour of my mind that we should be through on time so as to go home quickly.

In view of  this, i was vigorously checking the work out in execution.

The birds with their sweet voices were echoeing beautiful songs to gear my drive and the closeby river was with its quotable quite movement accompanied the birds concerto.

Yes, after all, I concluded the work with a beaming smile across my heart,"yes, I'm done finally".

I went home to have some quite time on my bed; I closed my door at the back, off my cloth(because of the roasting heat) then I stretched my body straight on that big bed  after the day long work.

I slept not up to an hour or so, I heard some very loud noise outside my house. I was very much furious because I was nearly down to that realm when the noise arose.

I went out just to see some multitude of people gathered at the front view of my house,"why are they here" I could not say in particular but I could notice the strong presence of some heavy body men moving to and fro but with no far distance from other crowd.
They spite up in the sky, with their eyes, they parked it. It was so strange and unusual. Each faced the person of his kind-wish and it started in earnest.
They were indeed cantankerously bewildered with fight and held one another tightly.
Throwing one another up the sky and the ground was friendly enough to accept their spine down the earth.
I was curiously anxious to know the cause of this strive, I checked people of dude minds who could explain to me in simple terms what really transpired. But at first ,I could find none except for their vituperative conversation which gossipped the bone of contention to me.
It was really nothing to write home about, I discovered that some of our  people are suffering from a disease known as *"intellectual poverty"* and *" cerebellum defections".*
They were actually fighting over "#200" a politician purposefully gave them.
So pathetic!

Are we even ready for our own future?

Or are we some kinds of gambler clown that make nothing out of something but fun?

We make tomorrow from today!

Do well to build your foundation in the sunny day so as to have something to help your hay.

Politicians only need you during election, thereafter, you are lone and on your own; remember.

 So, take time.

Stop fighting your kinsmen on the account of unprofitable dealings with the politicians.

Election will end but people will indelibly remain.

Never break up friendship tie because of political affiliation.
*God bless Nigeria*.

(Association of outside the box thinkers)
Written by ;- Owolabi Jo juwon


" *Writers take every event seriously and then creatively turn them into* *something that ordinary person could have thought to be nothing*" Owolabi jo.

LOVE ; A CRIME?

*LOVE;A CRIME?*

Someone touched me;
hope is a touch of love?
I know it is.

Are you the agama reptile that flashes its horror eyes every sole night affront?
And run to and fro the squaral wall of  philia mettle
that turns my soul in hump wonder?

I hate myself to love austere angel
That pays back no delight occasion.
For I fear screwing two rodents and last with none.
I die and live again in the Paraguay of immortal eff.

Is love a crime?
The way my soul hails it, it sounds.
Like an unloved leopard I smelt amidst my genuine lovers
All for unrequited roll in hay.
I have my ways to go
and more mystery to say
But your rose has dough all fire bound.

Is love a crime ?
But why has yours wired me Egyptians thraldom lane;
making unelected souls to sardonic my wool fondness.
If love a crime
Then, already I am a criminal.
Not criminal of heinous title but felonious of paradise affection!

Is love a crime?
Then, already a criminal I am shackled.
Here stay my hands;hold it firm bound
If I die, I still live for love quell abide.
Where will this ocean leads drawn
and wipe away the fortunate misfortune of unreturned Eros?
My legs are pine tiled and my heart  soaked diddle.
Tell me, is love an unsound crime?
I am an African!

*Owolabi Jeremiah Juwon*

Lie Discovered

Once upon a time in Africa, roosters ruled cats. The cats worked hard all day and at night they had to bring all they had gathered for the roosters. The king of the roosters would take all the food for himself and for the other roosters.

The roosters loved to eat ants. Thus, every cat had a purse hung round its neck, which it filled with ants for the king of the roosters. The cats did not like the situation. They wanted to rid themselves of the king so that the food they gathered through hard work and great difficulty would be their own. But they were afraid of the roosters.

The roosters had told the cats that rooster’s combs were made out of fire and that the fire of their combs would burn anyone who disobeyed them! The cats believed them and therefore worked from early morning until night for the roosters.

One night, the fire on the house of Mrs. Cat went out. She told her kitten, Fluffy, to bring some fire from Mr. Rooster’s house. When Fluffy went into the house of the rooster, she saw that Mr. Rooster was fast asleep, his stomach swollen with the ants he had eaten. The kitten was afraid to wake the rooster, so she returned home empty handed and told her mother what had happened.

Mrs. Cat said, “Now that the rooster is asleep, gather some dry twigs and place them near his comb. As soon as the twigs catch fire, bring them home.”

Fluffy gathered some dry twigs and took them to the rooster’s house. He was still asleep. Fluffy fearfully put the dry twigs near the rooster’s comb but it was no use, the twigs did not catch fire. Fluffy rubbed the twigs against the rooster’s comb again but it was no use they would not catch fire. Fluffy returned home without any fire and told her mother, “The roost’s comb does not set twigs on fire.” Mrs. Cat answered “Why can’t you do anything right! Come with me I’ll show you how to make fire with the rooster’s comb.” So together they went to the house of Mr. Rooster.

He was still asleep. Mrs. Cat put the twigs as near to the rooster’s comb as she could. But the twigs did not catch fire. Then, shaking with fear, she put her paw near the rooster’s comb and gently touched it. To her surprise, the comb was not hot, it was very cold, and it was just red colored.

As soon as Mrs. Cat realized that the roosters had lied to the cats about their combs, she joyfully went out and told the other cats about the rooster’s tricks. From that day on, the cats no longer worked for the roosters.

At first, the king of the roosters became very angry and said to the cats; “I will burn all of your houses if you do not work for me!”

But the cats said, “Your comb is not made of fire. It is just the color of fire. We touched it when you were sleep. You lied to us.”

When the king of the roosters found out that the cats knew that he had lied to them, he ran away. Now, whenever roosters see a cat, they scurry away, because to this very day they are afraid of cats.

Bandage of Grief

Once a saint saw a man with a bandage tied round his head. “Why have you tied the bandage?” he asked. “Because my head aches,” the man replied. “How old are you?” he demanded. “Thirty,” he replied. “Have you been in pain and anguish the greater part of your life?” he enquired. “No,” the man answered. “For thirty years you have enjoyed good health,” he remarked, “and you never tied the bandage of thankfulness. Now because of this one night head ache, that you have, you tie the bandage of complaint!”

Never judge the content of the Tommy by its mere look

A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston and walk timidly without an appointment into the Harvard University President’s outer office.

The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard and probably didn’t even deserve to be in Cambridge.

“We want to see the president,” the man said softly.

“He’ll be busy all day,” the secretary snapped.

“We’ll wait,” the lady replied.

For hours the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would finally become discouraged and go away. They didn’t and the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president, even though it was a chore she always regretted.

“Maybe if you see them for a few minutes, they’ll leave,” she said to him.

He sighed in exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance obviously didn’t have the time to spend with them, but he detested gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office.

The president, stern faced and with dignity, strutted toward the couple.

The lady told him, “We had a son who attended Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him, somewhere on campus.”

The president wasn’t touched.... He was shocked.

“Madam,” he said, gruffly, “we can’t put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery.”

“Oh, no,” the lady explained quickly. “We don’t want to erect a statue. We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard.”

The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, and then exclaimed, “A building! Do you have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical buildings here at Harvard.”

For a moment the lady was silent.

The president was pleased. Maybe he could get rid of them now.

The lady turned to her husband and said quietly, “Is that all it costs to start a university? Why don’t we just start our own?” Her husband nodded.

The president’s face wilted in confusion and bewilderment. Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford got up and walked away, traveling to Palo Alto, California where they established the University that bears their name, Stanford University, a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about.

You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who they think can do nothing.

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FOSU NEWS

FOSU PALAVER
The ongoing uproar by some wings of individuals due to the "Due or no due saga" this issue is a boiling issue which needs to be attended to with immediate effect.
On 30th of December, 2018, the constitution of Federation of Oke Ila Students Union was hurriedly posted on the aforementioned association's whatsap group page in order to clear the air on the legality of the alleged annual due payment.
However, the constitution of the association succinctly states that every members shall be liable to pay their annual dues , the abstainance to pay such would attract the copra penalty of suspension from the association and the victim shall be disenfranchised.
Nevertheless, by implication, the part of this constitution that adumbrates the obligatory duty of every member to the association , state vividly the exception to such part of the section . this lucidly highlights that members who don't pay their due for two consecutive years shall not be eligible to vote and to be voted for. By implications, in the cause of implementing this part of the constitution, the right of the new members of the association was consciously infringed upon. Some people were just admitted this year ,which means they are one year old in the association and by the interpretation of that section, they are eligible to vote because if they would be owning , they will only be owning for this year annual due,therefore, they are eligible to vote as clearly stated in the constitution. Hence, the right of new members has been carefully breached because they have this year annual due only to be paid.
Inaddition , I was newsed that the election has been sifted to 2rd of January, 2019. I appeal that the necessary amendment should be done in order not to deny the right of the new members further.
Moreover, there is this hot air virally spreading like wild fire concerning my personality which is in question.
I need to attend to this issue with an impelling alacrity because a lot of people has been playing on my integrity. I need to narrate this saga of my activism on 30th of January, 2018 during the Fosu election.
Some people has been summoning me and some have confronted me,expressing their disappointment in me because I was asking question from the gang of Fosu executive leaders which was termed by some as being "shouting".
The election and manifesto which was scheduled to kick off by 12 and 2 , but I was busy to go to the manifesto, consequently, I told those who has been coming to me for my vote, I told them all that " without knowing your plans/agenda, I can't got for you, even if it is my sibling that is campaigning and have no fervid plans for Oke Ila orangun Fosu ,I won't vote for him/her" That is, since I was late to the polling unit(I got there around 5pm) and told people coming to me for my vote, I told them i wasn't there to vote because I didn't know what they have in pot for us. I want good leaders with futuristic vision. And that is my stand.
When I got there yesterday, I asked " what do the constitution says; does it say without due there is no vote?" I asked . and one of them says it was convention that says that ,which I further queried " when was the Congress that sat to make such law was called" and one of them rejoined me that It was our duty to be conversant with activities of the association and not anybody . I inquisitively asked further " where do you want us to get such information because if not a day to the election I was not informed that any due would be paid ,that is some of us our ears are deaf to the activities of the association" I added " what is the work of the P
R.O?" These are the questions I asked which they tagged as being "shouting" I proceeded by making a claim " we are in the Democratic society, everybody must be carried along and not that one section of the executive would be imposing their wills on the majority. is not done! majority must have the say in democratic society" these are my points yesterday which they

Christianity and the End Time

WHEN THINGS GO WRONG!

I think one of the major problems of the world is the problem of leadership.
Now, the house of God has become place where we can do whatever pleases us. No reverence to the name of God, we behave the way we want because those who are in the best position to caution are dumbfounded by willful endearment and because they don't want members to get annoyed. Ha! It is better they get annoyed than to leave your heaven-born mandate. The way things are going in Christiandom, if cares are not taken, church would become a party occasion where people will go for mere entertainment rather than for spiritual upliftment.

With the way things are going, the time is near, the Messiah will soon come. No wonder the scripture says , the judgement shall begin with the household of faith.

In fact, I'm pleading with our spiritual leaders to please say the truth though the heavens fall, than to keep silence in the name that "we have being telling them" and allow things to crumble beyond repair. We are not just "Pastor" for title sake, it is a name with responsibilities. This name implies that you have the sheep entrusted in your care which needs to be nurture and nurse with words of truth. The scripture is for reproof, rebuke, correction so that the man of righteousness can be for the purpose of God and God alone . Every sheep under us, we are under obligations to account for them on the judgement day. Let us correct with love where necessary , don't let us cap our heads with "I don't care" attitude. When things go wrong, the Lord has called us to His palace to right the wrong. Why keep silence when millions perish ignorantly.
I pray God will help His church and revive us anew.
HAPPY NEW