THE NIGHT TREASURE by Fisayo Obilaja

THE NIGHT TREASURE by Fisayo Obilaja


It was all dark and silent,

In a city filled with violence,

Crime was at the heart of every home,

There I was, at the city’s south gate,

Panting and silently ranting with annoyance

‘Cause there was none to rade!

‘Flickle-shikle’ I heard, sound of the city gates opening,

Pronto! my eyes and ears sprang up to alertness,

“Rich we’re tonight” I said to cosmos, my co-rader.

Slowly but surely, the late night visitor passed our little unnoticed cover.

Fat and chubby the visitor was,

Just like he eats yummy snack all his life

Exhilarated cosmos and I were,

Chucking and nodding our heads in anticipation of how thrilling his possessions would be.

Just in a moment,

There he was at the center of the city,

Looking somewhat confused! “This is the perfect moment” I concluded,

Boldly but fragile I walked, in an attempt catch my treasure for that night alone.

Staggering and dizzy like a real drunk the visitor became all too soon,

Confusion engulfed my heart!

With the despiracy still in me, I moved a little further and then, it happened,

Right into my criminal hands he slumped.


Quickly but steadily I dragged him into a narrow, silent and dark corner just before a tavern,

Hurryingly I lit my little candle and searched his body carefully for possessions while cosmos was on the watch.

In a second, I unwrapped his jacket off his chubby body, and then another jacket, and the next, and after that another and yet the fifth one!

In a great moment of surprise and confusion,

The visitor who seemed chubby was now a young beautiful lady that looked pale and exhausted!

That night, guilt and confusion ran through my veins.

Soon after, we were in my large but scanty room

“Puff-puff” she coughed taking a glass of the water.

And then, the simple beauty and smile of her face, tickled my little criminal heart!

I gazed at the empty space for a while saying

“Could it be Ade-Ronke the Oracle said I would meet some day?,

Or Ade-Dayo whom the Oracle said we’d be together? “

Only to ask of her name in a low tone, and behold

Aderonke-Adedayo her name indeed was.

“The gods be praised” I said at once!

Without haste, I soon stopped waiting at the city’s Gate, so did cosmos.

We soon fell ** ****, and the rest is history!

It was all dark and silent,

Aderonke-Adedayo, the treasure I caught that night!



About The Author

Obilaja Fisayo is a 200L computer engineering student at the Lagos state University. He has flair for poems, short stories and gives speeches and also indebted to in science. 




The Wise says:

TODAY is yesterday’s tomorrow

This week is last week’s next week

This month is last month’s next month

This year is last year’s new year

Alas, Time waits for no man

Tomorrow comes every TODAY I live.

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

The Lazy says:
Tomorrow is there

I have no need to sow

My quiver is full of grains

I have no need to buy seeds

Alas, Tomorrow came in the company of famine

Starvation and hunger had a field-day

The lazy starved and died tomorrow’s yesterday

The borrower says:

I am hungry now

Lend me this and that

I will pay on the full moon

The full-moon came and met him groping

Alas, The creditor knocked on the door
On the full-moon’s New-moon.

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My name is Francis Omode,a graduate of Mathematics from the University of Ibadan. I will share just two events from my life.  First, on 12th April 2014, in a meeting of Business Executives of a company I worked part-time, I was told to my face what looked like I’ve wasted 3 years of my life. In minutes I realized how the educational system failed in preparing me for the reality of life. I made up my mind to work on myself. I have not looked back since then. Two, “you can build your own things that other people would use” were the words of Steve Jobs that changed the way I look at life. It opened me up to the idea that a way to change the way people work,think,eat and love in Nigeria/Africa is to produce/promote “Made in Nigeria” products. For me, this is the future of Business in Nigeria.




The Àkùko gàgàrà bears her gossips from town to town
Gossips of me being nothing but a greedy clown
The rat at home tells it to the farm rat and to the squirrel
Even the Irúnmolè informs the ancestors of our quarrel

This woman that I married was once sweet and delightful
Her hourglass figure and fair face that looked so beautiful
But now, the roar of a lion is nothing compared to her intimidating tone
Chai! Mama Déró’s words are quick and sharp — cutting into my very bone

The talking drum of Àrèmo murmurs something about my manhood
My own friends and relatives are afraid to visit me in the neighbourhood
They are not even sure if I am the true son of my Father, the great warrior of Ìjèbú land.
My God! I wonder if my manhood is still intact.

Mama Dero

Mama Dero

Mama Déró is a terror to all — to the Chiefs and even to the Elders.
She once tried to poison me but the Lord was my Shepherd
The old women shake their heads at me when they see me pass
I live under the tyranny of a woman called Bashòrun Gaa

Kai! I married trouble. Perhaps I was under a spell
Perhaps she was an angel of Lucipher from the pit of hell
Her fair skin that glowed in the dark hid her true colours
I actually thought she was a woman with learned cultures

Aso-òpá mewa, fifty gorodom of epo-pupa
Forty-two tubers of yam and two cows, she asked for her son’s birthday
Haba! Kílódé? Is it a sacrifice to appease the gods?!
Where does she want me to get the money from?!

In fact I wonder if Déró is truly my son or a bastard
O jìgbìjìgbìjìgbì! I cannot even send my own son on an errand.
“Don’t kill him for me,” she says, “Go and get it yourself.”
Egbàmí kè! Can’t I send my own son on an errand?

Oh! I should have known Mama Déró was not a saint
I should have known when she cursed the deaf man that lives down the street
I should have known when she agreed to marry me against her Father’s wish.
Little did I know her father was only trying to warn me that his daughter is a witch.
O wretched man that I am! Who shall save me from the tyranny of Mama Déró?

P.S. Symbolic characters: Mama Dero represents the Government, the wailer represents the people of Osun state, and Dero depicts the economy of the state.


OLUTAYO JOY OWOJUYIGBE is a 500L medical student of the University College Hospital, Ibadan. She believes in immortality via writing and loves to write about mysteries. She is currently working on her first novel.
RITUALS by Tola Ijalusi

RITUALS by Tola Ijalusi


The rain comes,
clouds heavy here
but rainbow is missing.


Merger of shoddy elites

occupants of floors in

assemblies of nation’s houses

sited on national rock.


Postmen of economic issues

servicing to occurrence
scarcity of resources,
for whom we produce.
Source: Internet images

Source: Internet images


Abandon citizens
to tears of blood
rainfall of sorrow
enslave minds – sycophants,

exertions Earth gold futility

vanity upon vanity.


The rites proceeds in terms



Projects of politics
won by thumbs signatures.


Sits in dark corner

by wall of defence
in exile of tormenting pasts
into petition of hopeful future.


Tola Ijalusi is a native of Ado Ekiti,  resides in Ibadan, Nigeria. He writes to address certain issues in the society.
His poems are published on various literary journals and magazines such as PIN Quarterly Journal, Tuck Magazine, The Poet Community, Lunar Literary Poetry Page, Literary Vox etc. 
He was also featured in the 2015 31 Days of Poetry on EGC CREATIVITY.
THESE WORDS WILL PROTECT US by Kanyinsola Olorunnisola

THESE WORDS WILL PROTECT US by Kanyinsola Olorunnisola



These words will protect us

when the children of doom

appear at our doorstep

with message from Iku

on moonless nights of peril.



These words will protect us

when journeying missiles

tell tales of hastened mortality

on serene battlefields.



These words will protect us

when neighbours turn minstrels

that sing with livid tongues and teary gongs,

of Boko ruffians; miserable mindless machines

in the hands of political puppeteers.



I say, these words will protect us

when promise of willing virgins

makes men deaf to the sound of logic

and turns jolly streets into

sites of macabre massacre fest.



These words will protect us,

be our shield and solace,

our anthem of prayers,

custodians of our sanity

against these louts of terror.





Kanyinsola Olorunnisola is a poet, essayist and short story writer. He is currently studying Philosophy at the University of Ibadan. His works have been featured in national newspapers and an international publication. An unrepentant idealist, he believes in the power of words to change the world.



Blessed man and woman Dr. MM  and Pastor RM

Blessed Children- Charisa and Myles Chairo Munroe

Blessing to the BFMI, MMI, Body of Christ, the world and to me

They were agents of change, Dr. MM use to say God lives in the Bahamas

He got married to his wife as a virgin at age 25 – both of them were

He was the sixth child out of eleven children

He started reading the Holy Bible: Matthew, Mark, Luke and John at age 13

He wrote his vision on paper at age 14

He was the most famous teenager of his Country because of the Bible he memorize at age 17

There are five questions you must ask yourself Dr. Myles Munroe use to say

Who am I? Where am I from? Why am I here? What am I capable of doing? Where am I going?

He use to say get your Bible and your Note book and let’s go to work

He had a unique style of teaching and preaching the word

Dr. Myles and Pastor Ruth Munroe

Dr. Myles and Pastor Ruth Munroe

Blessed Dr. Myles Munroe was a man of many parts

He was a public speaker, pastor, educator, business consultant, Global Adviser and author

He wrote over 57 bestselling Books

Author of the Spirit of Leadership who was a great leader and mentor to many

I met him for the first time April 18, 2010 in COZA at ICC Abuja two days before his birthday

The second time on Saturday December 11, 2012 in COZA at Metro Plaza Abuja

The third time on Sunday December 12, 2012 in COZA at Thisday Dome Abuja

The 4th and 5th time is 9 & 10 June 2014 in HarvestHouse Christian Center Ibadan

He sang that prayer song I give myself away, so you (God) can use me

Indeed, God used him to affect lives positively and he left a great legacy

He said you and I should maximize our potentials and die empty

He use to say success is predictable because life is designed for your success

He use to say God is committed to your success than you are

That God will do what he said he will do for you for His name sake

Dr. Myles Munroe had a great sense of humour with a special laughter

This Global personality Dr. M. Munroe said some things about life and purpose

When the purpose of a thing is not know abuse is inevitable

The greatest tragedy in life is not death, but a life without a purpose

He said nothing is worst in life than being alive and not knowing why

He said life has no meaning without purpose

Dr. Myles and his wife Pastor Ruth Munroe lived a life of purpose


Kolawole Olaoluwa Longe is an intelligent, creative, outspoken, friendly, multi-talented. analytical, gifted, good looking, encouraging, poetic, purpose driven , result oriented Public Speaker who is graced by God to bring out the best in people. A cheerful person with an expressive personality created to make significant and lasting difference in the world.

A graduate of Educational Management/English from University of Ibadan, Oyo state, Nigeria. A Career Facilitator, Relationship Instructor, A Poet, Song Writer and Composer and A Master of Ceremonies.
He is from the State of Osun, born in Kano State and lives in Abuja. He is known for Creativity.

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