I remember when in secondary school especially, we got almost tired of looking for our brother X. It's is always hidden under an arithmetic problem that demands a simple logical analysis with equations to find, but we spent time looking for it; obviously sometimes we found it and sometimes we didn't. we weren't blind, but we simply couldn't see it.

Our Technical Drawing teacher then was fond of drawing lines on the chalk board and would always ask what we could see from the lines drawn, most of us would always guess because either we couldn't see a thing or it was blurred. But we weren't blind!
 
I've read about how some inventors started. Even till now I still wonder what inspiration the Wright brothers had to ever think that an object as big and heavy as an plane would lift itself in disobedience to gravity to fly. What about the ships, automobiles, trains, electricity, televisions, name them. Who told these inventors that they would be successful. But I'm not blind, but I still can't see what they saw to ever believe that their inventions would work.
 
So in all and more examples, people are actually not blind, they look but can see nothing. Fortunately, a few can see and they see things daily in all works of life. I woke up asking myself this morning, "Kaykay, what do you see?" I've been on it since then but thank God, I see things after much analysis.
So I ask you, "what do you see that others can't see?"

NIGHTMARE 2

The incident was replaying over and over again on his mind. He ate just a little of the okro soup and eba served for dinner before going to bed after forcing himself not to throw up. He saw the man's face in his dark room, blood trickling down his face and painting his brown teeth red as he pleaded for mercy. Obinna thought about the dead three months old baby. What was her crime? Fear of living gripped him and his heart beat faster.

Obinna changed his lying position, this time he faced the wall. The wall became like the large screen in the cinema he often visited. He saw that moment when one of the hefty guys on blue t-shirt hit the plank he was holding in the victim's face. Blood gushed out. That seemed to be the apex of it all. He remembered how the sudden flame popped up. The victim was burning. Everyone including Obinna took to Their heels. Obinna ran across the road. Everything was happening so fast in his head now. He remembered how that facial tribal marked danfo driver brought the speedy danfo to an abrupt rest.
Obinna pushed the wall with his right leg unconsciously; he was on the floor and his blanket was it him when gradually his eyes suddenly flung open. He was stilll wondering what just happened when the bulb light in his room came on and he heard a deep baritone voice.

"Obinna ke-ife owu?" It was his dad.

His mum ran to him and placed him on her bosom, "what is the problem, Obim?"
He was still confused. He turned to look at his dad and saw Adanne, his little sister holding on to his dad's left thigh...

DON'T WRITE HIM OFF

He would have died a long time ago!

Because he was convicted with a death logo,
His beloved mom knew he needed to die,
His dad concurred that he was an error to mankind,
His people agreed so they would be peaceful,
Even the devil knew that he was so sinful!

People spat at him in irritation,
The entire world celebrated his death pronouncement!
He was more than a criminal!
He shared diseases like it was love.
Caused millions of problems that only God can solve,
He was more dangerous than the devil with lies,
Hell would be a sentimental judgement for his kind.
He started when he was a kid,
Sold his conscience to greed,
He hated those who advised him,
Then he became matured in this devilish world.
Even demons took to their heels,
And humans left in the hands of God.
But he didn't die after much prayers!
We never knew God had a plan.
He was the perfect man for evangelical mission
Unlike us who were deceived into Christianity
It wasn't a mistake though, but that's why we still struggle,
Struggling to live a life of purity.
We are simply wolves in sheep clothing.
God finally had his time
Gave him power in the name of Jesus Christ
His life became a miracle
And he became the earth's pinnacle
For those that wished him death,
They pray not to experience debacle!!!
Never write anybody off, God's work is in progress in life. So BE CAREFUL!!!

I AM WHAT I DO

Sometimes, I get confused on how people get confuse. It is either they are blind or simply can't see. No, let me not complicate issues here, but it's all irony of life anyway.

Few weeks ago, I posted my little experience at a dry cleaner's shop on facebook. It was funny, and some people laughed it off. One of my friends said in his joking state that the guy was so busy to attend to his immediate needs. In other words, he cared more about the customers than himself, and cared less for who he is. But truly, I saw much sense in my concluded decision. When I walked into his shop to dry-clean my clothes, the first piece of clothing I saw was his dirty boxer which was almost covered by his sagging jean trouser hanging on his waist, I had to leave the shop like I missed my way.

My question now is, how can you dry-clean other people's clothes leaving yours dirty?
Is that not craziness?

Most people declare to be people they are not especially when their ego is at state. But one crazy thing is that majority of these are bigger than what they wish to be. The most deadly of them all is not believing in who you are.

When I say I'm a winner, it means I win. I win wars, battles, contests, challenges, competitions, etc. It means I don't fail, never! I may be down, yes, for a reason. Do you know what the reason is? to be launched!

A dancer dances.
A warrior wars.
A fighter fights.
A shooter shoots.
A conductor conducts.
A singer sings.
An actor acts.
We have millions of names culled out from what people or things do. So, don't call yourself a name you don't represent.

Permit me to take you down this lane: Funny enough, a dancer or any name culled out isn't called just because they do. Do you know why? Because anyone can do.
Let's take for instance, not everyone who dances is called a dancer. Not everyone who fights is called a fighter.

"Then what qualifies one to merit a name" becomes the next question, right?
Yea, I know it is.

It is simple. It is style. You can also say pattern, but I prefer style.
How do you do what you do?
What is your uniqueness?
What do you have as an advantage?
Following the crowd is like being blind in the dark. Create your own style. Don't let anybody decide your style for you. It's your, possess it!
Please don't get me wrong here. You can study someone's style to create yours, that's where mentoring, teaching, following, etc come in.

So what do you do? Do you have any style at all? Come on, you need nothing more.

#Peace

NIGHTMARE

This wasn't the first occurrence. It Had been aired in the radio and television stations. Social medias, news papers and magazines had it. It had come to stay, now a norm, even little children got it registered in their minds as soon as they started understanding by words that evil men are out to convert their innocent little heads to money.

Obinna , just like so many on lookers at the usually over-crowded bus-top of Abule-Egba, stood in great shock and concussion and also the curiosity on what was going to happen to this heartless and wicked victim caught with a new born baby of about three months old in a polythene bag. The baby was dead! The people who held the man confirm. People shouted and cursed on hearing the confirmation, their pity went to the child's mother who had endured the pain of pregnancy for nine months.

Obinna has been hearing of it but has never seen its occurrence. This was his first. The population of the throng was increasing people push their way to get a full gaze of the pitiful and tragic event.
The victim, a tall black and haggard looking man from probably the western part of the country, was already battered and blood was dropping from head, nose and mouth. All he kept on saying as almost every part of his body was receiving several random hit was, "ejo ejo, wan ran mi ni, omo igbo kan lo ran mi. E shanu mi." His shirt was torn and he was being drag around. The throng moved along with the random movement and some being irritated, moved away spitting out continuously.

"Tufiakwa!" One igbo woman exclaimed in the densed and clamorous atmosphere. "uwa emebi go!"
Everybody was shouting at the top of their voices. Mothers held tight to their children and covering their eyes to avoid seeing the man in his pool of blood so they won't suffer night mares.

People started running as fast as they could in different directions causing a stampede. Their shouts rumbled into the smoky air. People fell as they ran. Some women and children were already crying because the environment has suddenly become riotous with a villain who had just been set on fire- the same man with the dead baby in the polythene bag. The man was on fire running helter-skelter looking for whom to die with him. Hefty men were already with planks and heavy sticks hitting him as hard as they could so he won't get hold of anyone. He finally fell to the ground. The odour of his burnt body dissipated into the dusty, smoky and unclouded atmosphere.
Lying in his bed the night of that incident, Obinna's eyes refused sleep...

MEET THE KINGS AND QUEENS OF SPOKEN WORD

In the world of spoken word, they have rulers just like in the conventional world. In this article, I will unveil guys who have almost perfect lyrics. They are the superlatives. Mind you, just like I always say, you might get to meet very good guys who are not in the list below, that doesn't mean they are not good enough, but they are not just in my list yet.

Let's define what these guys do.

Spoken word is an oral art that focuses on the aesthetics of word play and intonation and voice inflection. It is a 'catchall' which includes any kind of poetry recited aloud, including hip hop, jazz poetry, poetry slams, traditional poetry readings and can include comedy routines and 'prose monologues'.

Take your time to digest the meaning of that to really appreciate the meaning.

These guys are numerous I must confess, so you will have to take your time to know them. 
 
 Kate Tempest is an English poet, musical artist and playwright. In 2013, she won the Ted Hughes Award for her work Brand New Ancients. She was named a Next Generation Poet by the Poetry Society, a once-a-decade accolade. Her albums Everybody Down and Let Them Eat Chaos have been nominated for the Mercury .

Andrea Gibson is an American poet and activist from Calais, Maine, who has lived in Boulder, Colorado, since 1999. Gibson's poetry focuses on gender norms, politics, social reform, and the struggles LGBTQ people face in today's society. 

Born: 13 August 1975 (age 42), Calais, Maine, United States

Education: Saint Joseph's College of Maine

Siblings: Laura Gibson

Parents: Mark Gibson, Shirley Gibson

  

George Mpanga (born 14 January 1991), better known by his stage name George the Poet, is a British spoken-word artist with an interest in social and political issues.

 

 

 

 Darryll Suliaman Amoako (born 22 January 1988), better known by his stage name Suli Breaks, is an English spoken word poet. He is best known for his spoken word videos on his YouTube channel sulibreezy. He is best known for his 2012 video "Why I Hate School but Love Education" and his 2013 video "I Will Not Let an Exam Result Decide My Fate."

 

Richard Williams, better known by his stage name Prince Ea, is an American spoken word artist, poet, and filmmaker. 

Born: 16 September 1988 (age 29), St. Louis, Missouri, United States

Full name: Richard Williams

Education: University of Missouri–St. Louis

 

 Why I Hate Religion, But Love Jesus is a viral video created by Christian speaker Jefferson Bethke, who uploaded his work that rose him to fame onto YouTube and GodTube, under the screen name bball1989. The video has thus far received more than 31.1 million views.

 

 

 

 

 

 Kyle Tran Myhre (born January 23, 1983), better known by his stage name Guante, is an American hip hop recordings artist, National slam poet Champion (2008-2009), activist, and educator based in Minneapolis, Minnesota. 

 

J. Ivy is an American performance poet, spoken word artist, recording artist, and author. He is a three-time HBO Def Poet and has earned a Grammy Award for his performance on Kanye West’s debut album The College Dropout. 

Born: 3 March 1976 (age 42), Chicago, Illinois, United States

Education: Illinois State University, Rich Central High School.

 

 

 

 

Lemon Andersen is an American poet, spoken word artist and actor. He is sometimes credited as Lemon. Born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, he still resides there.

 Residence: Los Angeles, California, United States

Genres: Spoken word, Pop music, Hip hop music

Associated acts: Selena Gomez, Aloe Blacc, Tim James

 

Suzi Q. Smith is an American poet, spoken word artist and activist. She began writing poetry in her elementary years and by high school was participating in poetry readings and poetry slams. 

Born: 14 January 1979 (age 39), United States of America

Record label: Derailed

 

 

 

Nicole Blackman is a New York City–born performance artist, poet, author, and vocalist.

Born: 30 November 1971 (age 46), New York City, New York, United States

Education: Boston University

Albums: Dead Inside, Visions of Excess, A Good Country Mile

Music group: The Golden Palominos

Awards: American Book Award

 

 

 I do hope you enjoyed my list... PEACE!!!

PICKING UP THE PIECES

When I was a boy, I got addicted to R'n'B (blues like we fondly call it). I remember then how I would switched off the light in the room and the blue rays from the television set would glow and make the room and my mind colorful; that was when and how I became a writer.

One thing I was very good at was to write lyrics of the songs I loved so much. That way, I enjoyed the songs and allowed the lyrics to sink deeper into my being. I always laid still in my bed listening to those songs for hours. Most times, my friends always distracted me or my parents when they returned from the shop. But one fact amidst the distraction was that those hours used to be the best of my day.

One of the songs I loved so much was Gabrielle's picking up the pieces. It was sometimes put on replay until I would get drench with its lyrics. The song taught me some things I have learnt to apply on other areas of my life, one of which is to always pick up the pieces of my brokenness to start constructing, invent and creating something new out of it.

According to Gwamna, one of the teachers and preachers I love listening to, the world wasn't designed to suit us. we suffer repulsion from the world, and in the process, some people get broken, beaten out of shape and abandoned. I have suffered them at one point in my life, and I can tell that they are not sweet experiences. The good news here is that 99.9% of people on earth had, are, or will suffer it. So I"m not alone on that lane. I'm sure I have you too on that lane.

The summary of the contextual meaning of picking up the pieces is to try to return to a satisfactory situation. The truth is that you were in that satisfactory situation, you only slipped off.
If you are broken, that means you were whole.
If you are down, that means you were up.
if you are sick, that means you were sound health-wise.
If you fail, that means you were successful.
Life is all about getting broken and picking up the pieces of your broken self.

One thing people don't really know is that those pieces picked have the ability to grow. they are seeds; even after being disjointed from their main source have the ability to grow bigger than that source. We have so many people in so many spheres of life whose lives are typical examples of this. Some of these people were neglected, abused, abandoned, despised, rejected, mocked etc. Some were left disabled, and some left to die. But somehow, they just coupled themselves up and moved on. Come on, pick the pieces deliberately even if it's going to be painful.

Illustration 1 
 I remember one incidence of a little girl who was sent to buy cooked food from a booker (canteen), on her way back, she dashed her foot on a stone, lost balance and then had the food poured on the ground. On-lookers screamed like their voices would prevent what was to happen from happening. They pitied her as they looked still at the girl to know her reaction. Obviously, the girl started crying as hard as she could because whosoever the person who sent her was, he/she would get infuriated and may be forced to hit her. She cried as she tried to pick back the food lying innocently on the ground.
I appreciated her effort for at least picking up the pieces of the food.

Let me end this piece this way: Picking up the pieces of your life should make you become stronger, resilience, and tougher. It should project you to heights higher than where you were. I love saying it this way; the deeper your fall, the higher you go.

Illustration 2
Have you ever hit a football on the ground? If you haven't, at least you should have seen someone who did that. one fact here is that, the harder the hit, the higher the ball goes. 

If at any point you receive life's hit that leaves you chattered, don't complain, pick up the pieces and receive a reward from it. 

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