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.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 18, 2015 | SHORT STORIES
THE BETRAYAL
February 14, 2015
7:00am, Abuja
Abuja, the capital city of Nigeria is one of the most beautiful places one could ever visit. The serenity of the atmosphere is compelling; the amazing architectural edifices neatly arranged in the city and the honking of exotic cars which littered the roads. It was a day separated for lovers to express their love and affection.
“This postponement of elections just damaged a lot of plans; No wedding to attend today and my beautiful wife is not around for Valentine’s Day. How I wish Flora is here with me? Play with her long hair, stare into her deep blue eyes and hold her hands as we hit the town for a memorable cruise. Anyways, I will have fun and enjoy myself, Flora should be doing the same in her place. The special Valentine Card and gifts should have reached her doorstep by now, I will place a call to her phone later in the day and that should be fine. I have to indulge myself a little and have fun as well.” Senator James Dauda was lost in his thoughts as he looked through the window of his bedroom at the beautiful scenery of the Lake Jabi which was opposite his house.
Senator James Dauda, a tall handsome broad-chested man in his late thirties with large eyes kept behind his pair of thick spectacles. He is a proud father of a twelve year-old boy, David and a ten year-old girl, Esther. James is an advocate of education and he took giant strides to ensure that his children get the best of it. The children with their mother reside in South Africa; attending a College in the University of Pretoria where Flora is having her Professional Masters in International Relations. He visits them at least twice in a month; in the first and last weeks of the month. Immediately he got married, it dawned on him that it was a call to parenthood; he decided to drop some vices and bad habits as he never wished his children to exhibit any of them. In the last two years, since his family moved to South Africa, he had struggled to keep with his resolutions as his pool of friends keep pulling him back.
The moment of betrayal
12:00pm, Pretoria, South Africa
The clicking of her high-heeled shoes was halted as she dropped her luggage for check-up at the security unit of the Pretoria International Airport. Flora, a pretty fair-complexioned lady with cheeks flustered with dimples and a voice that could send a man into the heavens decided to embark on a trip. At the age of thirty five, she looked young, agile and beautiful than ever and many were always stunned whenever they see her with David or Esther.
“Yes, I made the right decision, I am going to give James a big surprise today. On a Valentine’s Day of this ilk, it will be good to reignite our love and remind him of how we started this romantic script of love that has evolved into a beautiful home with two kids.” Flora was soliloquizing about the reason for her impromptu trip while she was inside the plane on its way to Abuja international airport.
3:00pm, Abuja
The sound of the large flat screen TV filled the spacious and artistically decorated living room of Senator Dauda. James seated on a sofa was watching a Premier League football match between Arsenal and Chelsea. He is an ardent supporter of Arsenal FC and he had teased his friends about how Arsenal will win this one. The scores at the moment is 1-1 and it was just twenty minutes to the end of the match. Engrossed in the mirth of the game, he was oblivious of the clicking sound of the high-heeled shoes of Flora who just entered the living room with her luggage. She had opened the door with her personal key and she was disappointed with what kissed her eyes as she scanned the living room. The room was engulfed in thick smoke of cigarette and pungent smell of alcohol with all sorts of drinks scattered on the table.
She almost fainted on sighting the secretary of his husband, Caroline dressed in a white lingerie with a cup of wine in her right hand while the left hand rested on the laps of James gently puffing his cigar.
James and Caroline jolted back to the reality of the living room as the high-pitched and emotional voice of Flora flooded the room: “James!!!!! Happy Valentine to you!!!!” she said as she turned back with her luggage aiming for the knob of the metal door.
THE END…
****Purely fictional and creative thoughts of the writer, any sort of coincidence with living persons was not intended.
P. S.: “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” – French-Cuban Author, Anais Nin.
IF IT IS CONDITIONAL AND SELFISH, THEN IT IS NOT LOVE…
© 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 is a great thinker, creative and dexterous young man who does not only believe in excellence but also extols the tenets of discipline, hard work and effectiveness.
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.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 11, 2015 | POEMS
The forbidden fruit: Premarital Sex
Sweet at its first taste,
Sweeter at its second taste,
Sweet when the party is still willing,
Sour when the result surfaces.
Dressed in fine apparel cloth,
Portrayed to be as strong as an oak,
As beautifully elegant as it looks or seen,
Everlasting enjoyment is just but a dream,
Its bitterness surface at its result,
And the seeming love is soon replaced by hurts,
Soon afterwards it is realised,
That all along it was just a Greek gift of greed.
Forbidden fruit
Its seed looks as tiny as an ant,
But its fruit springs up as a giant,
When the fruit begins to surface,
It becomes an endless harvest of ill- fate.
Forbidden!
Yes it is,
Yet it has the highest bidder,
The sweetness of the seductress cannot be ignored.
True!
But who says the fruit can be adored.
The forbidden fruit is better left,
Only to be eaten when the time is best,
For when man tries to get near,
Nearer and nearer is the drawn.
About the Author
Kayode Folayemi is a graduate of the University of Ibadan and was a pressman all through his stay at the University.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 8, 2015 | POEMS
THAT ONE PERSON
Came into your life unnoticed,
when it seems people do not recognize your existence,
when you feel odd among your peers.
Tried to straighten your life style that seems not to be meaningful,
Just because nothing can really define the kind of life you live.
Has always been standing even though sometimes
you feel you do not worth standing for.
The lifestyle you live is not because you want it,
just that you have always longed for that person that
will encourage you to get into that more exciting and fulfilled live.
Did not promise to be there during the storm,
but it is amazing that the rain couldn’t wash away that friendship
and its still standing.
Now laughs at your dry jokes,
Gives a shoulder to lean on and listening ears for your complaints and cries.
Has always been there to love you,
Care and pray for you
Sees the sorrows behind the smiles,
Understands when you scream and yell.
Believes in your dreams,
Has patience to protect your heart,
Has hopes in your dry bones.
Understands what it means to be there for you,
Doesn’t need to make promises when the sun is shining.
That one person.
About the Author
Olaitan Taiwo is a graduate of Economics from the University of Ibadan. She is a Make-up Artist who loves writing and currently an Editor for The Unity Magazine. She is an individual who believes in independence and advocates for girl child education. She is a creative lady who sees possibilities in difficulties. She is a listener focused on sharing her experiences to help young girls who are faced with life challenges. She is the brain behind the girlfriend’s club, a platform towards the outstanding performance of the girl child. She is also into the HIV/AIDS awareness and education.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 6, 2015 | POEMS
EVA
This day
At this flourishing bay
You remember?
Around that September
This spot
On this soil I sought
You’ve remembered?
Around that September
Ah-ah Eva!
At the bank of this river
Said you loved my cool
Said I loved yours too
Dinner with the King
That fetcher boy
Whom you exchanged with, joy
Yes! On this earthen place
Though you later promised the space
Saying to me, “Hail”
The third time would be the scale
One abracadabra was what escaped your mouth
And this is going to be the seventh of my shout
Ha! My dear Eva!
Thou beautiful lady of water
To what shall I likened you
To a bronze or golden pool
Don’t let Mama’s dream comes true
To marry Morountodun, that weary dude
Oops! Adetoun, the princess
Nothing to compare to your wrist self
To what shall I likened you
To a bronze or golden pool
We were together…
You should remember
Around that September
Said you loved my cool
Said I loved yours too….
About the Author
I was born on 19th Feb. 1996. I hail from Ikire the land of Dodo, Osun state. I attended Holy Cross Catholic Primary School, Ikire. Having graduated, I was admitted to Saint Augustine’s Commercial Grammar School where I was elected as the Social prefect boy of my set. I was then one of the competitors group, a group said to be the community of the intellectuals. Having succeeded in the secondary school, I opted to study Medicine in the great citadel of knowledge; The Lagos State University, Ojo which was successful but to a different course, Physics.
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