Akinsehinwa Damilola's Corner...

Specially written for my beautiful wife.  See who providence has brought At a time I say; in my naught, After long years of distraught, she surfaced right in my thought Oh dark like kernel oil And hair from a fertile soil, Smiles with a dimple toil figure eight like a moulded foil Oh yes I am going wild As if i had been blind Modest like a guild and with you My life I want to build Call her Jessica Like a white man's car once I see that scar, My love has come; Amaka. Akinsehinwa Damilola

Once, covertly, I wandered deep in my thoughts Cloudy but murky, I must have been worried Why do men die? Said I to myself; which path to tread back to immortality. Or am I lost within mine own self? Once, covertly, I wandered deeper in my thoughts Vehemently but passionately, I argued loud Why are men poor? Said I to myself; which path to tread back to riches. Or am I lost within mine own self? Once, covertly, I wandered to the deepest of my thoughts Wordlessly but loudly, I must have been worried Of what gain is politics? Said I to myself; which path to tread back to true democracy Or am I lost within myself? Once, covertly, I wandered more in my thoughts Honestly this time to my conscience Is war coming? Said I to myself; which path to tread back to peace- quivering. Or am I still lost within mine own self?  Akinsehinwa Damilola

Little did I know as a kid, Many as I grow older. That the use of left hand is wrong, But it is still my limb. That Eagrets gives white fingers, But there is genetic compositions. Little did I know as a Bachelor, Many as I got married. That you can eat at friends house, But then your wife is at home; That it will be 'happily ever after' But there are misunderstanding; Little did I know about future, Many as it get closer. That It is hard to survive, But I am ascending into success. That Nigeria will divide, But we are at the verge of Change. Akinsehinwa Damilola

When a music lose its melody, it becomes a noise, no matter how loud it may sound. When a food lose its taste, it does not gratify hunger, no matter how much of it is consumed. When a man lose his moral value, his personality becomes unimportant and insignificant no matter how flamboyant he appears. Show me a man who gallivants around shoulder-up and I will tell you the story of how Pride comes before destruction. Be humble always; it is a good moral standard for a man to live by. Akinsehinwa Damilola

I just listened to a song by Late Sir Oliver de Coq; a renowned highlife musician from the eastern part of Nigeria. A song which he dedicated to the "People's Club of Nigeria".... I also heard the sonorous voice of Late Haruna Ihsola in a song dedicated to the "Oroki Social Club of Oshogbo".... No doubt, these songs are melodious and as at the time they records were waxed, it must have hit the top of the music chart. I began to wonder where the member constituting these clubs would be on a day like this. Most will definitely be reposing in their graves just like the two musicians and If any is fortunate to be alive by now, he or she would be so to partake in any social activities whatsoever. This made me think deeply that truly, time and tides affects human activities and that no situation last forever. Akinsehinwa Damilola.

A little of something is better than much of nothing. Therefore, learn to appreciate that little thing you have because someone somewhere is crying of abject lack. Damilola

Events in life are like passing wind; sometimes ill, sometimes leaving a pleasant relief. Sometimes, you may sit and wonder why some events happened in your life or the indellible marks made by certain people in your life. You may begin to wonder why your house was buggled or why you have to loose out of a particular business. To take off your mind from the negative effects of life to you, why not think about where that dull little boy who sat next to you during your exams that year would be by now or where that fat unhealthy woman behind you at the stadium ten years ago would be today. You may even think how that young man on the sick bed would be feeling today; he may even be dead. Did you say God forbid? Its only a thought in your heart. What this explains is that in life, we are passer-by, and as we move towards a direction, certain people or events moves or happen in the opposite direction respectively and we may never see them again but we will surely feel the i

A bitter truth yields a better fruit. A man who is scared of failure is about losing his last penny of valour. Hard work is a blessing, idleness...What a curse! Laziness will not only empty, but will even make a man sell his purse Observe the shape of your mouth when you pronounce OROGBO, and again when you say OLOWO... it looks and sound same The former is bitter, But the latter is better You can be queried a hundred times for getting it wrong But when its rightful, a millionth praise Hold on, your effort is not in vain Ride on, your resort is not to pain But at the end of the insult, There will always be a gain. Aknsehinwa Damilola

When the dusk came knocking, After paying the day’s debt, Did I welcome her? Gladly! ‘Journey with me then’ she said; positively I reacted. Nod and smiles, which one came first? As we pass through the broad path, The one many foot had tread, With weak bones and heavy eyelid, I hold fast to my water skin, Sluggishly maneuvering the feet ahead. Amidst struggle for the fore Several hurt was what they bore; Men of spirit-great and valour’s pour, Couldn’t make it down the floor of The path which GRACE took me. Now it’s the crack of the dawn, Daylight brimming from the sun Beautiful faces from that path Survivors coming out stronger ‘Twas indeed a great journey. Akinsehinwa Damilola

#‎ GODISNOWHERE‬ . Perception matters a lot. We all look, but see differently. Damilola

  The young plant; borne out of that little seed produced by the bigger one hoping to be big someday as it endures the harsh but necessary sunlight almost uprooted by the necessar y wind, but for the soil which hold firm its root and its determination of maturity That big tree Aiding the solitude of men out of its broad shade was once a small plant that perseveres the moments when discomforts was its food and resilience, its gymnastic hoping again that one day it will be laid to eternal rest as a beautiful furniture in your home Akinsehinwa Damilola

There is a night so dark, yet so bright. Only the blind sees through. There is a song so loud yet inaudible. Only the ear-less discerns. There is a food so sweet yet so bitter. Only the tongueless enjoys. There is a path so wide, yet so narrow. Only the amputees treads May the truth set you free. Akinsehinwa Damilola

At one point or the other, especially the years of teen and a few years after, most young people get involved in a lot of activities that are somewhat worrisome and which, most of the time, leaves an unpalatable taste if not curbed. I am not excluded in these acts; in fact, I can boldly talk about this because I was caught up in one or two of it. I am talking of no other year than those when: (1)     You start skipping classes in school and you are referred to as a scoundrel and neighbours have to warn their kids about getting polluted by you. (2)     All you ever thought of at the sight of any lady was ‘SEX’. (3)     Mum and Dad will be worried at home, but you are ‘over-confident’ of your safety anywhere you are. (4)     You feel you are the wisest and as such, no other advice matter. (5)     Your peers are seemed to be your family because of the cohesion and the negative school-of-thought you shared. (6)     You steal your parent’s money to buy the latest clothes

                    My heart is yet on the globe, The erroneous proceedings from Adam; Which led to successive diversity, Further deepening till this morning, The bleeding sore of disintegration, Bequeathed to the result of today. Seven continents they become, Originally one as trinity; Like that in the upper room, Distorted accent and language, Further sinking beneath unity; To the state at hand today There was a mind of possibilities With formidable determination That benefitted from the division These brains could have been harnessed To revivify our world, But for the knave that left us here today I crave mending glue, Joining the Antarctic crevices; Sucking dry Arctic waters, In return to a unified world, Eden of the genesis with many colours; A mirage? But here we are today! Akinsehinwa Damilola,

Our ‘ Agere’ Traditional epic put on show With Colourful attires here and there As we dance in celebration Of great ‘men-from-heaven’. Our ancestors has come again Like they appeared every other year There rain of blessings we await For a good omen for the season “Your soil shall remain fertile” “Your harvest shall abound” “Your Animals shall get fatter” “Your children shall grow stronger” “Ase, Amin ase oooo” We shout merrily Acknowledging their blessings As they prayed in their quavering celestial voice Myth dissipating, foreigners say; But when our success comes to play, Like the captivity of Zion, They marvel like a dream Akinsehinwa Damilola