Food glorious food

Someone has left this on the staff table to tempt sweet tooths like me

Ladies Only

Suddenly I realised that on the bus we were only ladies. All going the same way. And it's quiet on the bus.
Which funnily has the driver as a lady too. So yeah it was ladies day. Maybe I should write a song about this.

C2C Again

Got up and was ready to surprise my mates at work.l wanted to get there so early but the train company had a new excuse. Power failure! We're not in the remote parts of the world with no access to any form of electricity. I mused thinking to myself. It was more like a botched job done over and over again.
Now the apologetic announcement is droning my eardrums .

WHEN HE STEPS IN

When he steps in all fear is gone
When he steps in the presence
It makes a great difference
When he steps light radiates again
When he steps problems
Gain wings to fly
When he steps in
Today beams with a great smile
When he steps in
The clouds rejoice behind

Interviews that deceive

If you lie you are damned if you tell the truth you are still accused.

The number is seven

7+ is the number of my existence and I'm counting in minutes to it.

At 7 I broke my right arm at 17 I cease to exist to my mother

I became one in whom she saw nothing but disappointments

At 27 I became a masters degree holder

At 37 I was compelled to leave 

Every known surroundings

I hope not to end up on the negative side of one dear

A man who gave and received death as a reward.

YET
I am at the point where I can also celebrate
I can say truly ...
 I still have a song to tell

I am proud to be a Christ follower
For I am one who has lived by grace and  faith
I am one who has seen all harsh life realities
Little joys given and received
Little hopes given and received
Little presences accepted and denied
I am proud to have few true friends
And ones I can really call family
By the Lord of the Spoken Word

Yet

I may not qualify
In society's school and class
I am qualified by God's senate
His standard is raised up for me.
I am sooo determined to ride
Into the clouds of my destiny
And at the end wave the victor's flag.

A little sleep a little slumber a little folding of the hands....

A little sleep a little slumber a little folding of the hands....

Folding of the hands brings stagnation

Folding of the hands brings depression

Folding of the hands brings idleness

Folding of the hands is key to poverty

Folding of the hands takes away creativity

Folding of the hands brings sleep 

Folding of the hands brings enemies

Folding of the hands brings trouble

Folding of the hands bring death

Stop folding your hands now

Start doing something with it

A FLICKER OF HOPE

l'm still counting despite all that has been happening around the world especially this month. 

The woes and sorrows of the BER  month. 

I'm still counting on the hope that there still will be 

Some hope of a change to reduce the score of violence 

Of harrowing pains being felt across the world. 

I'm still counting though without any rosary or forms of beads 

Or cowrie shells tied together for help with the numbers

Yeah I'm still counting though the numbers these days are worthless

With all I see and feel and witness daily...

I am still going to be counting on that faint hope 

A flicker swaying under the breeze of Silent Night.

Green Eye monsters...

Why are people always scared when they see someone who looks and acts with level of intelligence? They cower into their I've been here before you attitude and refuse to work as a team with you just because you know something or some stuff that would benefit the whole team and they did not.

Hospital Diary-2

'Its too heavy on that ward I don't know why you like working there.' One of my colleagues said to me. I just smiled answered, could it be because I look more at their needs than their attitudes.
I work almost everyday across the hospital in various wards with different needs to deal with and approaches.
Funny as I think back to how I got into this job. I was hoping to get a job as a features writer as I graduated in mass communication some 15 to 20 years ago now. I was introduced into this career as a step up thing it was supposed to be a temporary job whilst looking for the 'real' job.
I gave myself just nine months to stay in the job. I had wrinkled my nose on the job description anyway.
I began the job of washing,dressing, cooking sometimes for the elderly, frail, and vulnerable. Sometimes even cleaning their rooms and I mean all of them.
Then their families would come round on occasional visits. Hmm..I leave that for another time.
These people being cared for pay for their care. It was all new to me. I became educated in a new way. I completely forgot about the need to look for a job in the media.From all I had seen and encountered, journalism in the UK was all about entertaining people. They had very few factual news in their papers and most of the community newspapers sold for FREE. I saw the problem and, I would never get a print job here. So I turned my attention to using my hands instead of my pen and my mind. I no longer looked for another new job.
I began the caring job in the community as a professional job nearly a decade ago.  Although the lingering thought that I should be doing something else is still there, I love my present job.

I have worked with all kinds of people. People who are well versed and some who are not but give the impression that they are. The caring job is about giving and receiving from life. 

Hospital Diary-1

Is it not funny when you are selected for an interview just because someone believes your curriculum vitae was written for you. Then you get there and prove them wrong but still are treated 1000 times less than the others.

What's the use of inviting someone to an interview when you know you don't want to employ the person.

Employers should think about how much it costs to take that risk.

NOT AFTER TODAY

I can't remain the same again.
Not after today.
I am ready to leap
Because l know
You are
Ready to catch me.

SMALL REQUIREMENT

On the last day.
 Whenever that would be
There will certainly be a resurrection.
However,
Before that day arrives
You and your family can still
Have resurrection
Of everything called dead come back to life for you.
Small requirement.
The acceptance of the resurector.
Jesus Christ as your friend.

FAMISHED OR NOT?

After giving me beautiful children
You became so ugly I couldnt stare any more
I used to have my way with you but not any more

I became a failure at the one thing
The one thing my group fare profusely at
And a laughing stock

Suddenly the voice of my fathers mattered
Can I not sample other cooking pots now?
Can I not dip into the soothsayers concocted pot?

I stand where all paths meet
Yeah at the top of the hill
Where all views gather by force and choice?

The voice bliss departed marrying peace
And I alone warrior returning from unfought battle
My machette bent at the head.


No longer desirable is your milk
The meat has gone tastless
And the hearth cold ...

A FLICKER OF HOPE

I'm still counting despite all that has been happening around the world especially this month. 

The woes and sorrows of the BER  month. 

I'm still counting on the hope that there still will be 

Some hope of a change to reduce the score of violence 

Of harrowing pains being felt across the world. 

I'm still counting though without any rosary or forms of beads 

Or cowrie shells tied together for help with the numbers

Yeah I'm still counting though the numbers these days are worthless

With all I see and feel and witness daily...

I am still going to be counting on that faint hope 

A flicker swaying under the breeze of Silent Night.

BURNING THOUGHTS

I can't stop thinking about all who have gone ahead. 
Those who have taken their place at their own mansions. 
Those who have fought the good fight and have truimphed. 
Those who surrendered their flesh and not their spirits. 
Those who stood till our today became.
And to us who fear what others can do. 
Who cower in the corners our rooms 
Whisper our amens in rasped echoes.
Who want to desperately belong to high powered groups
Who crave these glittering wealth 
That evaporates in its touch like the dew
I ponder daily of my actions,thoughts and deeds
I weep in within for the lack of virtues
Adorning the place where all walks alight
And the works that seem not to make impact
So I wonder when O! when will I be able to forget?

Yeah Winter's here

Everyday for the past one week its been mostly cloudly and dewy too. But today as I looked out from across my room to my window it was very steamy. The result of my young heating appliance.
Its going to be colder, I presume then.

I'm not too keen on the coldness and its after ice semi -rink yet I need to be grateful. Some experience the storm and floods and non stop rains. Some even had the horrors of the unquenchable heat  boring down into the curves of their person.                        

How to seat your chair

Some of us possess a lot of chairs but lack the actual possession of it.

When the minister is about to be unseated he begins to fish around in his bag for the strategies to unsettle his opponents and win over once again his cabinet members.

Carefully chosen words with right timing and place are applied to an art of seducing his targets.

And while the battle of words and wits take place on the one hand so does psychological and social charms come into play. It is hard work that requires both dedication and realisation towards this achievement.

Should the minister of state relax and depend on his previous achievements he will definitely find himself not only without members but also without a chair to sit on.

Words and actions go into preparing you to seat yourself in your chair.

Going without sometimes whilst preparing to seat your chair is a personal effort that is stronger than the dancing chair games.

Getting the ultimate trust of friends, mates, colleagues and friendly enemies go a long way to keeping your seat.

WHEN EWII POURED OUT OF ME

When Ewii poured out of me

it is like the endless of 

Time's running water

The mysteries in my soul 

 The bubbles on the tip of my tongue

Often runaway with my speech

I long then for the days 

Yeah of my innocence

When all thought, I knew it all

I eulogise all around except myself

The harmonies 

They play strings with myself

Like a springboard the song 

Echoes

Noiselessly.
When I was me with  no care 

For the troubles ahead
I believed easily solutions will come
And read, from the book of life
The abundance it carried to my bosom
I nursed truth and integrity
Drinking from the wealth they carried
I wore like garlands around me
Words of hope, trust and truth
Words of love only one could give
I was lost in this bubble 

And long for its after life.
(Ewi- means songs or poem)

Olajumoke 

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