by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 28, 2015 | POEMS
Humanly Speaking
We hate them
Who love us not
Is it our fault?
We love them
Who hate us not
That’s what we are taught
We try to love them
Who love us not
Now look where it has got
They think we are stupid
And take us for granted
They are hunters, we the hunted
They have a huge ego
Like that little frog of the river
But it’s stomach did burst, for ever
You remember?
So humanly speaking
I have been thinking
What if love was superficial
Like it sprung not from the supernatural
Wouldn’t it be diabolical?
What then do we say of love
Well….
Love!
The greatest minds of every age
Have viewed love as our greatest experience
Opening our minds to infinite intelligence
It is the outward expression
Of spiritual growth so to mention
It makes all the world to rejoice
For it brings all humanity in harmony
It purges out jealousy
Envy, selfishness and/ or greed
It is the mother of art
And Inspirer of a poet like I
It is the light
Upon life dark cloud
Love is the transfiguration
It enables, purifies and glorifies
What can I say of love
Except to admit is from above
A kind we should all have
Love is from God
And God….is Love
(By me, The God Centered Poet and Of course..The Whum Hero)
About the Author
Wisdom Henry Magomero Uledi Studied Law at Staff Development Institute in Blantyre, Malawi. He is now The Publicity Secretary For The Church of Central Africa Presbyterian Youth Urban Ministry (CCAPYUM) resident in Malawi’s Capital, Lilongwe. The Spoken Word Poet is sobriqueted as “The God Centered Poet” For His recitals do the linking of souls by bringing them to Christ,in heavens wing..
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 26, 2015 | POEMS
Xenophobia – where lies Madiba?
The air exhaled from the South
Lies tints of red
Ashes are no strangers
Visiting them in soots of black veins
Rage has escaped its cage
Snarling and benighting
A place we once called home
Puncturing the tranquil landmarks
Moulded with drops of sweat in Madiba
Say NO to Xenophobia!
The South has tasted blood
From a common tributary
The mask has fallen off
From their faces and now
The vampires have risen
They deliver rubble to the streets
Chanting like brains
Loosed from their fetters
Where lies Madiba’s carcass?
Like vultures
They roam above the roofs
Where blood is thick and black
Where lies Madiba?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Awa Chigozie is a Nigerian. A student and resident of Abia State in Nigeria. He is a prolific writer whose keen interest is in poetry and fictional works. He has poems which have been published in anthologies and other media. He describes his works as a mirror to man’s act. Presently working towards releasing his first poetry collection.
Coming up on May 1 in University of Ibadan
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 24, 2015 | SHORT STORIES
PARENTHOOD: A CALL TO RESPONSIBILITY
In the heart of Miami, the heavens wept all night and the cold atmosphere with its chill was enough to send anyone back to bed. For Smith, it was another day to go to school. He loathed Mr. Nelson’s Mathematics class and whenever Miss Kathryn enters the class he wished the heavens would fall and bring the class to an abrupt end. Biology and Mathematics classes were just so boring and uninspiring to Smith.
Smith Harrison, a young handsome precocious boy of thirteen years old was considered a geek and bookworm by many of his friends due to his brilliance and his pair of white-rimmed medicated glasses. He was from one of the most influential families in Florida. Smith was a fragile kid for his age who got the attention of his teachers through his intelligence and wits when it comes to Public Speaking. He was however bullied by many of his mates and seniors because of the jealousy and hatred they have against him.
They would sometimes steal his notes, strip him of his money and valuables. Amidst all these persecutions meted out against him, he would never retaliate neither did he say a word against his oppressors. He was such a gentle boy who never had the penchant for complaints or excuses for failure. His quiescent nature and gentle mien began to unsettle his bullies but they could not stop because they enjoyed what they were doing. At the end of every session, he established himself as an enviable Jewel during the Prize-giving ceremonies as he won awards like a hunter scooping honey after stumbling on a bee hive.
The joy of family
A different boy emanates from the personality of Smith at home, he was specially loved by his parents because he was the first born of the family. He was however a source of serious concern for his parents as he always behaved unruly at home and vented his anger on his siblings at any slightest chance. He would sometimes flog Janet and slap Jack times without number. He gave the family an impression that all was not well with him. His busy father and his industrious mother were always occupied with one official assignment or the other and the best way they understood love was to send their children to good schools, get good clothes for them and give them money when the need arises. Confusion exists in decoding how heartless and wicked Smith who causes chaos in the family of the Harrisons comes back home with brilliant grades at the end of the session. Loved by teachers in school but a source of hate at home. Such contrasting characters baffles the mind.
On this fateful day, Dr. Harry Harrison decided to find out what happens in the High School whenever Smith was away from home. At around closing time, Harry dressed in his three-piece suit alighted majestically from his tinted Black Cadillac, his steps were like that of a Prince who was about to wed the most beautiful lady in town. To his utmost surprise, he spotted his son at a corner beside the school laboratory being maltreated and beaten by bullies. He removed his dark shades and rushed towards the scene. Panting and sprinting like an Olympic sprinter, he rescued his son from Stanley and Joe. He handed the bullies over to the principal. He was however overwhelmed with tears as he realized how much he has neglected his son.
Harry begged for forgiveness and promised to be a concerned father who would give more attention and care to his children. He made it a personal responsibility and not that of the drivers to check on his children in school; pick them up from school and also give them surprise visits.
Smith soon became that good boy both in school and at home. He was envied by many for his intelligence and comportment which was rare for children of his age.
THE END
P.S.: “Parents wonder why the streams are bitter, when they themselves have poisoned the fountain.” – English philosopher, John Locke
A call to parenthood is a call to responsibility and most notably be toyed with if the next generation is expected to boom with greatness.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Osho Samuel Adetunji is a graduate of Mechanical Engineering from Nigeria’s premier University, University of Ibadan. He is a poet, a blogger, a Public Speaker, an on air personality with a knack for short stories, inspirational articles and poems.
He co-founded THE COURTROOM in 2012. He is the founder of KREATIVE DIADEM, a new initiative which kicked off on March 1, 2015.He is an inspirational young man who is addicted to going an extra mile in all facets of life. He is also a lover of football, tennis and boxing. You can follow him on Twitter with the handle: @inisamosho.
Coming up on May 1 in University of Ibadan
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 21, 2015 | INSPIRATIONALS
MY DIVORCE
I thought about all the musicians, carefully putting into account each of their stage performances I’ve either seen personally or watched on the TV. I thought about 2face in particular, that guy is just epic when it comes to live performances. Have you seen how he staggers like he’s high on expensive drugs? …or how he pulls the crowd along till the very end? You know that uniqueness in his voice, listening to him and at the same time, seeing him in person or that feeling you get when he jumps down the stage to poke the person right in front of you. Actually enough of 2face’s dreams, he wasn’t the only one I thought about calling for my divorce.
I thought about the Mavin crew. I’m sure you’ll agree with me that Don Jazzy’s voice has some traces of codeine in it. Well, I sincerely don’t know the effect of that codeine, but his voice from the background or it’s combination with the Almighty Dbanj’s. Okay, I rest my case.
I thought about every other musician…the effect of the twins on stage. The effect of the wiz bro (yes, I called him a “bro” because… Well, he should actually be a bro). The effect of VEC, phyno, Chidinma, Omawunmi… But I just couldn’t get enough from my thoughts.
Then came the menu of the day. I thought about pounded yam, if you have ever eaten “pounded” yam, then you’ll understand me better. I thought about Amala (even though I’ve never tasted it); the thought of its flexibility overwhelmed me. I thought about jollof rice (those ones are just spectacular when made for parties). I thought about it’s fried equivalent, it’s coconut and it’s Chinese. I think I’ll just skip the white. I thought about the eforiro soup (it’s just most of them don’t taste as nice as they look these days), the edikang-ikong, the ogbono, the ofe nsala. I thought about everything; then about the cakes. I thought about chocolate cakes (of how very quickly they melt into the mouth and then you crave for more) I decided my cakes would be ordered from “cakesbykisses”, who wouldn’t want a cake image brought to life. I thought about every edible; small chops, fruits, coleslaw, drinks…etc. I thought about my divorce.
The scream for a divorce
I didn’t remember my union; I couldn’t even explain it if I was asked to. I didn’t remember how I got involved in the first place, before the thought of a grand divorce came flying across. I didn’t remember the journey, and I sincerely didn’t want to. All I thought about was my grand divorce; the one that will once again free me from the unbearable union.
Yes, I envisaged a grand divorce; where even though the musicians refuse to turn up, my music library would give me the much needed joy. Talking about my music library, I thought about all the songs I had therein and figured it wouldn’t do the magic I really needed. I started to think again, to think about the divorce.
My divorce… So many to wine and dine on. There will be no invitation cards (I hate segregation); everyone will be invited. I have to give gossips the privilege to carry first hand news. The ones that have never wished you well. The ones that always prayed you never went into a divorce (trust me, they don’t wish you well). The ones that always hoped you never realised you were even in a union. I thought about giving them lots to talk about. I thought about the side attractions… I thought about lots of souvenirs…I thought about the happy faces… the sad ones. I thought about all that I hoped for… All that I prayed to get. I thought about a grand divorce, the kind that will keep lips sealed for long.
This was about my divorce with the most humiliating factor in my life. The one that made me feel useless for long. The one that never made me stop feeling inferior. The one that instilled fear in me… The fear of being me… The fear of moving on… The fear of holding on to the good things of life. I thought about my divorce with unhappiness; it cannot win all the time. I cannot be destined to be sad. The unhappy feeling I get just when I’m about to make it in life which shatters every main dream. I thought about my divorce with unhappiness yet again, and then I smiled because for the first time in a long while, I will be free again. Free from all forms of sadness in my life; from all forms of fear. From the shackles of failure, the standstill of destiny, the abandonment of acquaintances. Unhappiness will not win this time because I intend to move on, to be happy again… happy to enjoy life the way I used to; happy to move on without the fear of hate. I intend to be happy… Just this time, it will last forever.
Have you had a divorce with unhappiness yet? Now is the time, you should wait no longer. I wish you everlasting joy in your life, now and always!
…And for my thoughts. Well, they ended up becoming just thoughts. Though now, I am as happy as I can be.
**First published in Inspirationals segment on bilkissesblog.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Osomo Bilikis Omosalewa, also known as Bilkisses is a talented Nigerian writer, blogger and caterer. She is a well-focused, emotionally-
stable, and a hard working young lady whose penchant for excellence and youthful drive makes an asset wherever she finds herself. She started blogging in 2012 under the domain name “Bilkisses blog” and has not stopped thrilling her fans with her mostly fictional stories.
As a storage biology graduate of the prestigious Federal University of Technology, Akure, Nigeria; Bilkisses currently owns “cakesbykisses”, a bakery which constitutes a team of experienced caterers who bake cakes to life.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 20, 2015 | POEMS
THE GREATEST BATTLE
Disagreement begets conflict,
Conflict suffocates peace,
Debate of words commence,
The war is birthed on the battlefield,
Rumours of war fill the atmosphere,
Chronicles of wars abound,
Blood flowed like seas,
Hatred and wickedness hung in the air,
Which one is the greatest of wars?
The thirty years’ war of Bourbon and Habsburg rivalry,
The Napoleonic Wars of the 19th century,
The World War II of the 20th century,
The greatest battle
Warriors fought wars,
The greatest of wars were not fought with swords,
Not the orchestra from clashing of swords,
But the cacophony of discordant thoughts,
The toughest battle is in our mind,
The battlefield of the mind,
The roughest of wars is in our heart,
The seat of judgement lies deep inside you,
Supremacy between good and evil,
Supremacy between light and darkness,
Supremacy between love and hatred,
Supremacy between right and wrong,
If you win the war within,
If you conquer the battle of the mind,
If you triumph over evil,
If you defeat hate,
Voice of victory sings,
Triumph claps his hands,
Bells of celebration rings,
You are the WINNER!
© 2015 by Osho Samuel Adetunji.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Osho Samuel Adetunji is a graduate of Mechanical Engineering from Nigeria’s premier University, University of Ibadan. He is a poet, a blogger, a Public Speaker, an on air personality with a knack for short stories, inspirational articles and poems.
He co-founded THE COURTROOM in 2012. He is the founder of KREATIVE DIADEM, a new initiative which kicked off on March 1, 2015.He is an inspirational young man who is addicted to going an extra mile in all facets of life. He is also a lover of football, tennis and boxing. You can follow him on Twitter with the handle: @inisamosho.
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