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Feb 9
RETRACE YOUR STEPS By Toheeb Omotayo (DaPenWarrior) All is in the man’s hands, but he lets them all slip away. Going backward to retrace your steps doesn’t translate to retrogression. It simply means you’re being original and cautious of your actions. It saddens to no end that, we now live in a world of haste, where we take steps without second thoughts and without any ounce of cautiousness. We live as if tomorrow is never going to come. We inflict harm on others without having any sense of remorse. We view negative things as positive, when, of course, we are suffering from tedious shortsightedness. All the things that used to have meaning have all turned out to be completely meaningless. In fact, life holds no meaning to some people who tend to live out of their tents, as though, they have all the total control over their blippy lives. It’s unwise to think that way. Isn’t it? Furthermore, one of the lessons life has taught me is that, I should never think of outrunning my destiny, which is the tent I must pay for the space i occupy on this hard, endless surface called “EARTH”. But if the so-called designed destiny is an ominous one, one can hastily slither into another process of tussling the ominous to form a new and more sophisticated fashion of destiny for himself. Although, I used to disbelieve that thing called “DESTINY”. It was when I found myself amidst life situations (both bleaky and pleasant) that it dawned on me that life is an endless journey with no specific meaning attached to it. I also came to the realization that I was entangled to certain circumstances that formed the canvas on which I lived and I could never live out of it. That life journey made me realize that I could not run out of my track. I must stick glued to it, no matter what. I must confess that I gravely regret ever allowing such a disbelief to grow and thrive in my mind. Holding onto that belief was the harshest punishment of my life. Since then, I became acutely aware of my fear of making another set of mistakes like I have done in the past and at the same time became consciously aware of the steps I will be taking going forward. I even went as far a setting rules and codes for myself; rules guiding the kind of food I eat, clothes I wear, including the kind of friends I keep. After several years of chasing my dream with murderous zeal, I figured I had achieved only nothingness, except ofcourse, I did achieve wasting my precious time doing what I would rather not, by desiring to do the same thing as others, especially those things that fetch them money. I had forgotten that I could only love the same thing as others but not get in the same act as them. I would love to strike a conclusion with a Yoruba adage (paraphrased) that says “Don’t make silly enquiries if you’ve already discovered your path.” In yoruba language (àmònàn bini òyó). This was what I forgot to put into consideration as I chase my dreams. After realizing this lone-made grave mistake, I decided to retract my steps by leaving behind those things that add no value to my existence and go after what is exactly meant for me. Indeed, all is in the man’s hands, but he lets them slip away unconsciously. Many thanks for engaging. Your kind and warmhearted feedbacks will definitely go a long way in motivating me to pen more heart-moving articles like this. Toheeb Omotayo is an Ilorin based writer. He can be reached via +2348139703167 toheebomotayo12@gmail.com
Feb 9
MY LOVE ADVENTURE (FICTIONAL) By Toheeb Omotayo (DaPenWarrior) There was this lady i had always loved in my entire life. We lived and grew up together in the same neighborhood. The love we shared was so deep that I could easily guess her intentions and predict her next plans of which she had the same amount of potential towards me. But as fate would have it, she transplanted to a rather far location where i could only reach her through prayers and love. Unfortunately, things started going disarray between us and she began to give a cold shoulder to my messages and calls; forming a nerve-wracking feeling in me – a feeling that left an expression of the profoundest glimpse of disgust in my refined face which made me scowl and feel ashamed anytime I was reminded of her snobbish behavior. Isn’t it weird to continue loving someone who doesn’t give a damn concern about you? “Yes, it’s weird! And only weirdos can run a weird relationship with the love bent on one side in a most unseemly manner.” Do you think I talk too much? Sorry, i had learnt to chatter this long time ago. It’s simply a fantasy to amuse myself longing for someone who doesn’t have an iota of concern about how I live my life. “A plaything. Yes, maybe it’s a play thing.” But the memory from the pleasurable moments we spent together wouldn’t cease to weigh upon me; and the tearful ordeal of a failed love also kept pressing on my mind.. tearing my heart to shreds. I was left with nothing but the deepest feelings of guilt and regret. Sometimes, I chattered that I could have nipped the bud in the most quickest way possible if I had known that the relationship had not yet achieved a balance. Yoruba people will say: “Tètè wá wòròkò fi sàdá.” There is this popular saying that says “To propose is humans, to approve or dispose is God’s.” I knew not what God had in stock for me as I continued chasing after my falling love with a murderous zeal. If only I had known on time, I would have succumbed to the will of fate and focus pensively on meeting the fastidiousness of youth while I still could. But better late than never. Or perhaps, I shouldn’t have even loved her in the first place. Do you know why? Because i had been blinded and deafened by that one-sided love with my girlfriend, which impeded me from seeing through the sinister side of the relationship–some sort of inevitably accumulated bitterness and zodiac dangers waiting in the future. I was not aware that my coital encounters with her were furiously detrimental to our future, especially myself, yet, I couldn’t stop, in my den thinking, loving her more and more – of jack the giant killer coming towards me with a big heavy blow to be landed on my head. Each time I was reminded of her, I got inundated with thoughts, or more accurately speaking, got thrown into a complete blankness of mind. I walked along the roads not observing what was about me, and not even care to observe. Soon, I started visiting the Hay market, established some kind of bad characters owing to the fact that I got emotionally betrayed by the only person I had always loved. It even pained me more not knowing how she felt about me from the far location she was I was hopelessly living a rough life; completely forgotten that “everything has a reason why it happens.” All these experiences while living in such an overstrained irritable condition can boldly be attributed to the encounters that completed the revolting misery of my love journey. On one faithful day, however, as i was visiting an Hay market located very close to my area to get some psychotropic drugs that helped me overcome my depression as always, my eyes catched a glimpse of this exceptionally beautiful lady from afar, above average in height, very light-skinned, with curly hair smeared with an extravagantly soft haircream. Her smile was so charming enough that it could melt anyone’s heart within a blink of an eye. Her voice, a tune with beautiful symphony, was pleasing enough to cast hypnosis on a person. “I am talking too much. But at least, her features are worth the hype!” I muttered at the glance of her curvy body. I suddenly stopped moving and held tightly on to my cap; I was wearing a face cap, one that looked more like a scarf than a cap. Lols! “Where will I get the courage to approach this angel?” I asked myself as I looked at my shabby dress, quite unscrupulous and conspicuous. “Although, it’s good to be a feast for the eyes sometimes. Smiles.” I wanted to give up everything and head straight to my target destination but this tantalizing lady won’t stop mesmerizing me. “O boy, c’mon get a grip and face your fears head-on! What you need at a time like this is to remind yourself of how daring you are.” I said in soliloquy, raising up my right shoulder as an indication of confidence. Eventually, I decided to muster up courage to give it a shot and see how it pans out. Each step I took as I propelled myself towards the damsel was acutely reminding of my fear. I moved as though in hesitation towards her; “Are you sure you can do this?” I asked myself as I was approaching her; “Even if you did succeed in getting her attention, will you be able to say anything to her at all?; C’mon cut the damn crap and push forward with your sh|t!” The shortcomings in my dress were as obvious as the midday sun. Yet, I could not back off after getting to that point. After a while, I appeared like a lizard before the lady (after making mouth to approach her like a blizzard) standing all cowardly in front of her, clutching tremulously at my loosen pant, just finding a way to strike a pose. For some minutes, I could not spill a word, but maintained a calm demeanor, trembling really hard as though I was going to jump out of my skin. Let me say I have never in my entire lifetime felt that way before. “Hello beautiful damsel! My name is Tom and you are my Jerry which means we can never be set apart once we come together.” “Huh! That was incredible!” I said within myself. She gazed at me with a deep sigh and asked “Who are you?” “My name is Toheeb and your name is?” I answered with a pride. “I am Tracy!” She said, accompanied by a bombastic side eye. “Oh, wow! Nice meeting you.!” We shook hands and I started talking. “You know, as per one Yoruba Adage which says: “Nígbamî, òrò ó wa sùgbón kòní sáyè. Nígbamî sì rèé, àyè ó wa, sùgbón kòní sórò.” In English, paraphrased: “Sometimes there’s something to talk about but no time. And other times, there’s time but nothing to talk about.” But right now, I have a lot buzzing my mind and I can’t help but spill them out to you. I will so much appreciate you if you could spear me some minutes from your busy schedule…” I quitted being reticent and threw a ball into her head which I believed left a strong impression on her – I am talking about my opening remarks! To my greatest surprise, the lady responded with a heartwarming smile, showing less concern about my shabby dress. She minded my appearance the least of all criteria for falling in love with a partner and that gave a touch of completeness to my courage-forming process. You know as a talkative guy I was who had learned to chatter so much, I began to clutter up her brain with loads of data embedded with prevarication. And soon enough, she gave in and agreed to my dating proposal. Ohw! At first, she wanted to play hard-to-get, but I cornered her from thinking too hard and eventually fell into my net – a net so strong that she would never be able to escape from my clutch. I know you’ll call me a bad guy. Whatever you call me, so i am; Lols! I made sure to verify and block all potential instances that could possibly be a slump in our relationship. And I didn’t forget to obtain her digit before leaving the spot. Lols! In a nutshell, we embarked on an unending trip of love. Tracy brought back all my lost hope and moulded me into the perfect man she liked. (You don’t need to look for someone perfect before starting a relationship, just find the one you like and mold the person into the perfect version of your choice). Lessons: [1.] Don’t give up hope. What doesn’t work for you might be sinister to your life journey. Drift past it and chase after what truly belongs to you. [2.] Imperfection should not be a slump in your relationship. Build and mold your partner into your choice of man/woman and live happily ever after. [3.] Don’t be afraid to take new steps, attempt new things. Because, new things come with new glory and bring a more brighter light to your life. Toheeb Omotayo is an Ilorin-based writer. He can be reached via +2348139703167 or toheebomotayo12@gmail.com ⭕Copyright infringement is subject to severe punitive penalties. Avoid plagiarism and get a written permission from the Author before using.
Sep 5
SURMOUNTING THE FUTURE CHAOS All my life and the whole, I’ve devoted myself To the prosperity of mankind, With the sole aim to keep safe, The integrity of peace-reign chronicles. Why being punished by dismemberment? Is amputation all I receive? Is banishment my deserved credit? What, now, could be the way out? To escape the wrath of the universe And avert the clans’ future outrage. I spoke to myself from within, Pondering the potential possibilities To remain an unwavering pair of block That strengthens the wall of unity Between the singing birds And the blue fire that sweeps the land. The great spring will dry up! The white beast will collapse! And the scorpion hidden under the flower Will rise to the land in broad daylight! The voice of the spirits will be unheard! And all Livings will lose their livelihood! There comes a moment of thick cloudiness, Furiously sluice up of thunderstorms, Inevitable hours of thoughtlessness, And less magnanimity towards the souls. Only when yield to the shamanic words, And the world returns to being pitiful Will the rock touches the ground again – the stream enjoys a free flow of water. I beseech mercy for the weaklings, The wrongfully accused to be acquitted, The feeling of bloodthirst to subdue, All that reek of bloodlust be cleansed Only then will the future chaos be surmounted! ~DaPenWarrior✍ #i_knit_to_knight_the_sleepers
Sep 5
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Sep 5
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Aug 20
CONQUERING THE DREADFUL VOYAGE By Toheeb Omotayo (DaPenWarrior) An eye-opening poetic piece penned by ‘DaPenWarrior’ on the need to re-erect the collapsed National building and restore human dignity, harmony and National prosperity back to their respective stationery. An adventurous intervention of a lad Opened the eyes of other life travelers. While he staked out the riches’ homes, Others were engrossed with anxiety. He was called a trust stealer – thief And rose as a foe of life trampling. Should he pretend not to see and hear, Not even a single life’ll escape oppression. Who is really the bad omen? The trust stealer or the right strippers? A snake may not have hundred of legs Like that of a centipede’s… But it runs faster than a moving arrow While the other slower than a bug; A lion protects its offsprings from attack And live off the flesh of other’s. In a hierarchical environment found Two different classes of humans; One has wealth to protect its lineages, But tramples all over the weaklings. Who is really the bad omen? No matter how thick a smoke is, It will always get swayed by the wind. What seems easier to a person, Could be hell overstraining to another. Eggs mustn’t be put in one basket- Which, thus, spirited the stealer to rise, Not to join in the dreadful voyage, But to rescue the handicapped travelers And open their eyes to d bottom of d sail. The sailors lacked both the ability to sail And the one to get to the steering wheel; However, plotted deceptive schemes, and Promises that work to their self advantage Forgotten that d sea is not always serene, For typhoon plays there day and night. The sailors became abominably wicked And sold out d travelers to foreign pirates Who only exploit strangers for evildoings And trash out the few resisting remnants. A sailor has nothing to sail for survival Without the decision of travelers to trip; Neither did he get the wheel by luck, Nor his ability earned him the chance. Who is the real bad omen? One who steals people’s trust and open their eyes? Or one who steal their right and breathe? A yardstick for the political leaders and the masses. He talked to himself and then, d travelers Through series of decrypted missives, Energizing the gaze to stir up revolution And take back the lives belong to them. Disclaimer: The message contains here is strictly for enlightenment purpose and the other. Therefore, this literary work shall be safeguarded on the ground that no name of a place, person was specifically mentioned.
May 20
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