by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 21, 2015 | INSPIRATIONALS
MOTHERS ARE THE TRUE HEROES!
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow. – American poet, Maya Angelou.
I love photography. I love capturing beautiful moments. And the above picture is just one of those beautiful moments.
You see, I came from a family of five girls and a boy, a closely knit one. However, we all dread my father. Silence reigns supreme whenever he is at home. We do not talk anyhow when Daddy is around. Your words should be well calculated and spoken with grace. We fear, respect and adore my father.
Unfortunately, we relegate Mum to the background. We take her for granted and we are of the opinion that she is there to do everything; and by everything, I mean every single thing; but we do not dread Mother. With Mum, you can say whatever the hell you want to say. You can tell Mum about the stupid teachers you have and the grammatical errors they make. I will not forget to mention the fact that Mum is a TEACHER in CHURCH and in the Government Secondary School just across the street.
Back to when this picture was taken, my siblings had just arrived home for mid-term break and had this science assignment called “Electrolysis”. I’m the first child and I told them strictly not to bother me with it.
(Please I have no interest in SCIENCE but I LOVE TECHNOLOGY).
They had so many assignments and had no idea on how to begin. Mum had already spent the past few hours in helping them mold the fine art assignment.
Electrolysis in action!
It was Friday, Electrolysis had to be submitted and Mummy had said she was tired; but her twin babies were so frustrated. They had tried everything possible, called on all friends for help yet the electrolysis wasn’t electrolyzing (Whatever that means).
Anyway, my Mum decided to give it a try and alas! The diffusion and reaction and all the science-ish started happening. It was just like magic. It was at that moment I knew my mum was a HERO and the above picture was taken.
Meanwhile, my Dad kept saying repeatedly “Hope you people have done your assignments o. Pack your things and get ready to go to school on Saturday”; with no idea of the feat his darling wife had achieved in the afternoon.
I remember this incident when I had a “boil”* in my right eye. It was so big and embarrassing. So I called my Dad who immediately sent money for me to get antibiotics that sold for #3000. In my head, I am like “If I hear say I buy medicine for 3k”. I was already looking forward to buying the pill that costs #150.00. When Dad called that evening I told him I had bought it [The lie was necessary].
THE next morning, Mama called and said “Chichi, I know you’ve not bought that drug. I know you! You know you can’t deceive me”. I was so shocked that I burst into laughter. My mum joined me in laughing and with no hesitation; I went to buy the medication.
Being a mother is not an easy task. In fact, most times I have these random thoughts in my head, “being a mum is scary, can I cope? Guess I will have just one child to make things easier”.
A mother always knows her child. This is the point where I quote Rudyard Kipling – “God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.”
I love my dad too. I could die for him. But Mum, this is for you.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I’m Onwukwe Chimdinma Adriel. A 400 level Law student of the Prestigious University of Ibadan, Ibadan, Nigeria. I love writing. You can see some of my works here: www.adrielzjournal2013.wordpress.com and subscribe to my channel; BBM Channel : C0016FD7F
by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 20, 2015 | POEMS
#BringBackOurGirlsNow
We’ve endured the pain for so long
But our feeling is still strong
There’s still hope for us
Our girls will return to us
Our hearts weep
And we hardly sleep
Our girls are still missing
And we keep thinking and crying
365 days in bondage
At a very young age
I swear I can’t bear it
But our girls are bearing the heat
Tears in my eyes
I wish I could pay the price
For the freedom of our girls
Our precious pearls
Nobel Peace Prize Winner for 2014, Malala campaigning against the kidnapping of the Chibok girls. Source: internet images.
We don’t even know where they are
Near or far
That’s the most painful part
That pierces my heart
I know what the mothers cry for
But I can’t explain the agony and the horror
Of losing a daughter in one night
Without being able to give a fight
It took Malala’s words
For our president to search for our wards
We protested
Wept and demonstrated
Bring back our girls Now!
But we still hope
Even in pain we still cope
Until our daughters
Return to their mothers.
#ChibokGirls
#NeverToBeForgotten
© 2015 by DURODOLA Folarin
Dedicated to the more than 200 Chibok girls kidnapped in North-Eastern Nigeria on April 14, 2014.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Durodola Folarin Quadri. Born on the first of January 1991. I attended the university of Ibadan as a student of Agricultural and Environmental Engineering. Editor-in-Chief of the departmental press organisation. I like books and one of the best I ever read was Living, Loving and Learning by Professor Felice Leonardo Buscaglia. I enjoy sports and computer games. Poetry gives me succour when I write about how I feel. Most times I write based on real situations because they inspire me more than imagination. I’m quiet and sometimes I’m being labelled as shy, while some simply say I’m an introvert.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 10, 2015 | POEMS
Actions, Emotions; Perceptions
We express our interpretations of reality in diverse manner
Colors that disperse in such beautiful spectra
Glowing with exceptional radiance
Resplendent in extra-ordinary ambience
They say blue is love
Red is the color of blood
Purple suggests royalty
Gold is said to symbolize wealth and comfort
White is likened to purity
Often also likened to affluence
Green represents positivity
Just the way you feel!
Have you ever dared to ponder upon certain mysteries?
Underlining themes of our very existence
Mysteries such as our everyday sleep
Have you ever wondered why we try, but fail to exist without emotions?
Feelings! As described by some
Endless cyclic phenomena to which even science has failed to proffer adequate theories
The intangibly tangible
That enable us appreciate the very essence of tangibility
Ladies and gentlemen;
I paint before you
Colors of you and colors of me
Actions, Emotions; Perceptions
Tripartite bedrock(s) of our humanity
©iampapyrus2015
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Adejobi Israel O. is a young emerging and pioneering leader with a rapidly growing sphere of influence and recognition.
Asides an educational background in Statistics (B.SC), he exerts an active presence in creative writing (poetry, prose, plays, et cetera). As at 2013, he had well over five hundred poems written and that number keeps piling rapidly as ever. He is also actively writing (reports, communiqués, amongst other forms of writing best suited for the corporate environment) as well as events, projects revolving round the central theme of human capital development.
In his short, but fast-paced years, Adejobi Israel has pumped all of his time, energy and resource into all and many things noble geared towards capacity building in readying himself and others – alongside and behind – for appropriate positioning and competence for excellence amongst and above his counterparts on the global scene.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 8, 2015 | POEMS
DUST FOR DUST
Oh Earth!
Thou home of divers being
White and black have you beget
Death dethroned through Cain
Dust!
Home for all, Home you’re
The Creator had made you like that
Near the way, home was far
Cain slayed him, slayed with wrath
Thus, we wake a carcass on morrow
Crying for the dead with hearts so narrow
Home call, we sing at their funeral
The days in thee are ephemeral
Home you’re, home for none
Dust return, home for the born.
OLABISI SEYI-OMOTOSHO
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.
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.
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