Great Quotes


When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace by Jimi Hendrix

The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack of strength, not a lack of knowledge, but rather a lack in will.”

You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. Dont make money your goal. Instead pursue the things you love doing and then do them so well that people cant take their eyes off you by Maya Angelou

From Doyin’s Desk


WHAT IF

The baby you have is the baby you were destined to have, it was meant to be”. That’s what the adoption agency tells you. I like to think its true, but everything else in the world seems so completely random. What if one little thing I said or did made it all fall apart? what if I choose another life for myself or another person? what if I’ve been raised differently?  what if my mum has never been sick? what if, what if, what if?

Many times we find ourselves wishing for a second chance, longing to stop time, to start anew,or wondering what might have happened if we would have said yes instead of no. The problem with these daydreams is that life does not hand us a restart button.

To win at business or life, adversity has to be encountered,faced,fought and defeated.There is no other way.No options. You either beat it, or it beats you.Win,or you lose. Simple right? No.never.It’s never black or white. Never Win or lose. Something always bleed over. Something good or bad,funny or sad and sometimes its a blend of both.

Some folks say they will prefer a life of “oh wells” to “what if’s”. The thing is live life to the fullest. Let go of the “what if’s”. Don’t lick your wounds celebrate them, the scars you bear are signs of a competitor.

Your life is a gift accept it. No matter how screwed up or painful it seems to be.Somethings are gonna work out like they were destined to be.

You: A product of Your Thought


You: A product of Your Thoughts

Guard your heart with all diligence for out of it comes the issues of life.

The other day I saw this story of a young lady who made bold to let the world on her addiction to porn, how it started at the early age of 14 and how she was able to overcome it only recently. Needless to say the adverse effects on her were great and when she got her freedom she set out to help others who were facing the same challenge. But then, it all started with a thought which gave birth to curiosity and to action which led to addiction.

The most powerful weapon a person has is the thought. God recognizes this when He said during the time of the tower of Babel “whatever these people set their heart to do they will accomplish it…”

Everything a person does starts from his heart, a thought. Defeat starts from the thought as well as success, lusts starts with a thought as well as love, envy as well as hatred starts with a thought, goodness and kindness as well. Poverty as well as wealth starts from the thought.

There was a time I was afraid of failing, I never wanted to fail and so it was a contest to succeed but I wasn’t bold enough to think of success. My thoughts were constantly on “I must not fail”. Guess what, I failed with such a velocity that I couldn’t measure the acceleration. I learnt then never to be afraid of anything because your fears would always catch up with you.

Since your thought is your power house, you need to feed it. But what are you feeding your thoughts with? What are you spending your time doing, who are  spending your time listening to? What constantly occupies your mind? You can’t be talking of greatness when you are surrounded with mediocres. You won’t make the best doctor when everyone you hang out with are engineers. You can only give out what you have taken in. You can’t be better than what you feed yourself with.

Greatness is not a days work nor is failure. They are both a function of what is feeding your thoughts.

The attitude of staying positive is not only talking positive, acting positive but being surrounded by the inducers of positives. Your thoughts are too important to allow every Tom, Dickinson and Harry into it. Be selective of what enters. Be in charge of your thoughts.

Ever wondered why you don’t forget events like the way you forget your school work? Simple, the part of the brain involved are different. So events and pictures will stay longer in the side of the brain involved than chemistry or literature in its own column.

So to be the you of your dream in this reality is to guard your heart and preserve your thoughts.

The Power of Words


A single true word,

Could make a bond,

A single genuine smile,

Could take friendship a mile;

Think someone is good?

Are they truthful and firm?

Know you’ll lift their mood,

If you do go ahead and tell them.

The abused child is in need,

For nothing really in the world,

Just the words that tell him,

That he is wanted and loved;

To that person from the slum,

That you thanked for what he’s done,

His delight no one can mar,

Now he’s made you his star.

Hurt can drive one crazy,

Fill with pain and worry

But aint no healing so amazing,

As the simple words “I’m sorry”

Now these little expressions,

Could count for worthy appreciation,

Interested in striking a chord?

All you need do,say the word.

Doyin’s article


A few months  ago, oddly enough, I needed the bathroom, and I found one, a public bathroom, and I went into the stall, and I prepared to do what I’d done most of my life: use the toilet, flush the toilet, forget about the toilet. And for some reason that day, instead, I asked myself a question, and it was, where does this stuff go? And with that question, I found myself plunged into the world of sanitation —  sanitation, toilets and poop, and I have yet to emerge. And that’s because it’s such an enraging, yet engaging place to be.

To go back to that toilet, it wasn’t a particularly fancy toilet,it wasn’t as nice as the one at home. But it had a lockable door, it had privacy, it had water, it had soap, so I could wash my hands, and I did because I’m a woman and we do that.

I once saw a child doing open defecation in a popular city in Nigeria. Well, that little boy will not have washed his hands. He’s barefoot. He’ll run back into his house, and he will contaminate his drinking water and his food and his environment with whatever diseases he may be carrying by fecal particles that are on his fingers and feet.

Diarrhea is the second biggest killer of children worldwide, and you’ve probably been asked to care about things like HIV/AIDS or T.B. or measles, but diarrhea kills more children than all those three things put together. It’s a very potent weapon of mass destruction. And the cost to the world is immense: 260 billion dollars lost every year on the losses to poor sanitation. I just can’t explain it, we know about sanitation and diarrhoea but some peoples hygiene standards are so terrible.  Think about it. That little boy who’s running back into his house, he may have a nice, clean fresh water supply, but he’s got dirty hands that he’s going to contaminate his water supply with.

In India now there’s a campaign which persuades young brides not to marry into families that don’t have a toilet. It’s called “No Loo, No I Do.”Do you even know that poop can make your dinner? In Rwanda, they are now getting 75 percent of their cooking fuel in their prison system from the contents of prisoners’ bowels. So these are a bunch of inmates in a prison in Butare. They’re genocidal inmates, most of them, and they’re stirring the contents of their own latrines, because if you put poop in a sealed environment, in a tank, pretty much like a stomach, then, pretty much like a stomach, it gives off gas, and you can cook with it. Have you heard of repoopulate ( a novel method of using feacal material to cure disease)

Why I expect my country to get here anytime soon is because I know we are a blessed nation with so much inbuilt capacities and in I do know one thing, that soon the youths will rise to this great challenge . You, me, all of us can decide to sanitize. I’ve watched so many kids die of diarhoea, I’ve had a gory experience as well.

Its simple. Wash your hands and talk shit.

Sammie’ Poem


“THE WA-ZO-BIA REACTION” (a poem)

“Ig1+Yo2+ Ha4 — PDP0 (+APC1) = NeW 9ja”

Jega dusted the crucible

placed it on the Inec’s table

“let us sample 9ja’s medullas!”

he threw in tattered umbrellas

brooms entered the mix

“tick-tock”, time ticks

“pour all into the mortar”

people added Holy Water

as Jega pounded with PVC

Twitter turned a stormy sea:

OMOjuwa and OMOkri

efribodi n sare kiri!

Jega first said ‘FeBUHARI

14 x 2 = March 28. Orisirisi!

“continuity!”, many screamed

“change!” many more dreamed

as Amaechi dodged bullets

mama Peace fed gullets

Nyamiri, Ngbati and Gambari

all thumbed their marks for Buhari

young, aged, (cows and underaged?)

from Sokoto to Osun, the thumbs raged

Lagos quaked and Rivers rumbled

but the umbrella still crumbled!

mad Oru, for Joe, did bebe

but Jega drooled white kelebe..

the General pened victory piece

as uncle Jona whimpered in peace

ah, this Wa-Zo-Bia reaction!

birth of one-hope nation! ©Sammy Blaq

The clearer Picture


THE CLEARER PICTURE

I remember when I was in the junior secondary school some few years back, we had to wake up early to do our portions(of work) in order to make it early for the dinning hall and just in time for the assembly. Some mornings especially those harmathan seasons were so hazy and cold that one could barely see 2 meters ahead but we were still supposed to do all our chores and get out of the  hostel the same time as other days or enjoy being punished and forfeiting your breakfast.

But you know what, that period of every year never lasted too long. We find out that we wake up one morning and the day is so clear and we can see our class rooms from our dorms.

Then as we went further and became senior secondary students we realized in geography that all that happened then where times and seasons.

There are various times and seasons in the lives of everyone upon the face of the earth. A time to be born and a time to time, a time to plant and a time to pluck up, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to embrace and a time to refrain, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to get and a time to lose, a time to speak and a time to be silent, a time to marry and a time to be single, a time for everything. On this day of “Good Friday” is a time to reflect on our lives. A time to see through the hazziness of the times and still accomplish much. The time to mourn is past because in remembering this day we celebrate the clarity and brightness that was brought into our lives. There was a time when darkness shaped our lives and now the time when light beamed on it.

We might be in a time of making serious life decisions and there’s a need to take giant strides and a leap of faith is needed but all we are counting on is God’s clearer picture. That’s what today is about. Because He is always ready to take away the hazz just in time in its season.

Find out what season of your life you are in and what you are expected to be doing now. What you are into, is it part of the clearer picture of God’s plan or some hazy plan of yours? What you are chasing, hope it’s not the wind, a waste of time?

Are you in a time when u don’t seem to understand what God is doing in your life? Rest in His love because this hazz will pass and God’s clearer picture will be in just view.

This day we remember the death of Jesus, we should always remember Jesus saw God’s clearer picture and was obedient to death even death on the cross and today, He is in glory. Debate it or not you are part of God’s clear picture.

zojonoka@yahoo.com

You are You


The Difference Between You and the Neighbor Next Door.

When you sit in front of the mirror and look at the image you see, you want to touch, feel, dress and redress all because you think you should look better than the Neighbor Next Door. You think you deserve all the accolades on your looks even from the Neighbor next door. You suddenly think you are into some rivalry. But what you don’t know is that the neighbor next door wants to be like you. You forget there is a huge world of difference. Let’s see:

You don’t have different shapes of eyes, nose, length of legs, hands, hair, size of shoes and dresses for nothing. It was made for identification and identification for distinction and distinction for recognition and recognition for specification and specification for admiration and admiration for relationship.

You don’t have different parents for formality and your parents don’t look different by coincidence, it’s because everything is for a purpose. Where you are found is where your work begins. Your grooming to be who you are made to be starts from your home  and your parents are a major part of the process. So start learning from their strengths, weaknesses, good and mistakes and don’t  even be carried away by the neighbor next door.

Most importantly, before you were born God knew you. He called you by your name before you were formed in  your mother’s womb. He knows what plans he has for you and all that befits you. You are a unique species not a prototype.

So the next time you look at the neighbor next door and you are tempted to be jealous or to compare and contrast and to feel inferior or superior, remember, the Neighbor Next Door is not better than you nor are you better than the Neighbor Next Door. You are who you are and can always be a better u.

zojonoka@yahoo.com

The time bomb


My Fallen Hero

Sitting on my window and looking out through my door was all I could do from walking into my chair.

The paradox of the hierarchy has become the mediocrity of the dancers when illusion is their vision.

The sound of the owl in the daytime is the irony of the nightmare in the afternoon.

Short was the scream and fatal was the fall. Sudden was the end of all that I had hoped in.

There was a handwriting on the wall and the meaning was hidden from all but the eyes of a child with no voice to tell.

But with time, the wall spoke and all heard but the child. Because the handwriting had completed its course and the child was gone.

The giant monster invaded and the weak dove was caged because busy were the eyes to decipher the code on the monster until my hero fell and great was the fall.

zojonoka@yahoo.com

Hello world!


My Fallen Hero

Sitting on my window and looking out through my door was all I could do from walking into my chair.

The paradox of the hierarchy has become the mediocrity of the dancers when illusion is their vision.

The sound of the owl in the daytime is the irony of the nightmare in the afternoon.

Short was the scream and fatal was the fall. Sudden was the end of all that I had hoped in.

There was a handwriting on the wall and the meaning was hidden from all but the eyes of a child with no voice to tell.

But with time, the wall spoke and all heard but the child. Because the handwriting had completed its course and the child was gone.

The giant monster invaded and the weak dove was caged because busy were the eyes to decipher the code on the monster until my hero fell and great was the fall.

zojonoka@yahoo.com

To see a generation where dreams are not shallow and shadowed by a lie but live to uphold true virtues.

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