Two world's Alike

It was a rainy day, and the bus terminal was bustling with travelers rushing to their destinations. Among the crowd were two strangers, Amara and Jide. Amara had just graduated from college few years back with her fashion business her path way to billions, Amara was headed home after a stressful day to get clothing materials, while Jide was on his way back from his role as a manager for a big oil and gas firm.

As they waited for their buses which wasn't coming, They both decided to take a detour to get to their destination as time is of the essence, Amara with her baggages fought for Tired Jide to secure the last seat on a napep heading to Daleko. Amara and Jide struck up a conversation. At first, it was just small talk about the weather and their destinations, but soon they found themselves talking about their lives and ambitions. Amara talked about her dream of becoming a multi millionaire business woman, while Jide shared his passion for writing.

As they chatted, they realized they had a lot in common. Both had grown up in small towns and felt like outsiders in the big city. They both loved reading and shared a love for classic rock. Before they knew it, their buses arrived, and they said their goodbyes, promising to stay in touch.

Over the next few weeks, Amara and Jide exchanged emails and messages, discussing everything from their favorite books to their hopes and fears. They discovered that they had a deep connection and understanding of each other.

Months went by, and Amara landed a job in Jide's city. Excited to be closer to her newfound friend, she reached out to Jide, and they decided to meet up. They went to a local bookstore and spent hours browsing through the shelves, recommending books to each other and laughing at the silly titles.

Afterward, they went to a small café and shared stories over cups of coffee. It was then that they realized they had become great friends, thanks to their chance meeting at the bus terminal at Mushin on a rainy day.

Over the next few years, Amara and Jide's friendship blossomed. They shared many adventures, exploring new cities and trying new foods. They were there for each other through thick and thin, celebrating each other's successes and supporting each other through tough times.

As they sat on a bench in a park, watching the sunset, Amara turned to Jide and said, "You know, it's funny to think that we met at a bus terminal. If it weren't for that chance encounter, we might have never become friends."

Jide smiled and replied, "I know. But I'm glad we did. You're one of the best things that's ever happened to me."

Amara felt a warm feeling in her heart, knowing that Jide felt the same way she did. They sat in comfortable silence, watching the sky turn from orange to pink to purple, grateful for the unexpected friendship that had blossomed from a simple conversation at a bus terminal.

MY MUSLIMAH

 Doubt I felt when, this year,

I heard her voice;

Confused. Shocked. I thought
I had failed her.

However, happiness hones me —

Gifted with a milky object from within.

Naughtiness is the language of her body.

A moment with her brightens my thoughts.

Her smiles would heal an ill nation.

She is a rose for whom I spite other flowers.

Unbeknownst to her, my inner self of true feeling.

Scared to touch her each time I come close.

A mirage, to me, she appears.

But she endows me spiritually, with reminders of solat —

My adhan, straight from Allah.

Yet unaware, she glows away darkness.


Innocence

is what i see every time I gaze,

Every time she looks away.

She's that artifact a man would like to own

She's like the cloud we can see, but can't touch;

Mature enough to make me a platonic friend,

But that is not all I ever wanted.


Written by
Oladipo Afeez Olajide

@Ladoime 

CRIMINAL CELEBRITIES

This piece stands to portray events in most African nations and countries with similar

attributes such as failing economy system, corruption, civil unrest, clamour for secession,

marginalization, poverty, high level of illiteracy and terrorism both psychological and

physical, under-development e.t.c amongst others.



It is a known fact that countries which exemplify most factors listed above often forsake attribute

such as pious, truth and integrity  for the opposite and people who possess such character are often

seen as fools...



Why thieves, vindictive, erratic liars are often celebrated and turned into demi-gods, even

Almighty would have to pause on some occasion to acknowledge this celebrity criminals as

often seen in mosque when Jumat prayers are often delayed till their arrival or in church

where sermons are tailored to suit our modern criminals.



This criminals don't use physical weapons such as gun, knives, bombs to kill but they wield power

(words) which is the greatest weapons of all.



They wage psychological wars on human race and humanities by not only denying them of their

basic needs and necessity but also instigate a fraction and/or race to take some desired course of

action which would certainly lead to the doom/demise of both the race and individual pawns

involved leaving corpse on the path to their road to success, and committing Ungodly crime such as

genocide and destruction.



Despite their crimes ranging from embezzling and misappropriation to war, they are often

celebrated like a celebrity which they are due to the consent of populace either election or

 by appointment, "voice populi voice dae" voice of the people, voice of God respectively.



The reason they still continue to loot our future and bastardize our present linger on the consent

 which the people have given them either via poverty (selling of votes) illiteracy ( i.e the

gullibility of believing in lies either from our religious leaders, ethnic leaders or tribal

background) which are nothing but a tool to politicians and various political actors) \.



While I was young, my parent often enslave my mentality into believing that the God mostly

recognized by my nation Christianity and Islam, perhaps one of the same God in various

form and various cultural background.


but now I ask my fellow readers "is it wrong to believe in oneself ?"


If you don't believe in you and you claim to belief in God "to what extent ?"



Parent as we know them are guardian who are to explain the do's and don't and existing

 protocol / social order of life without interjecting or enforcing personal traits or attributed as our

way of life, the opposite is usually the case, we are different and cannot be our parents' photocopy.

 Why can't they appreciate our difference and not use other A' type robot peers as a

yardstick for our success...

BROTHERHOOD

Bored I felt,
When I should be alive,
Forsake by cronies who'd promise to be forever here,
Though not with anyone but me,
With half time whistle they all disappeared,
Forced into loneliness,
I began to alter my allegiance,
With my other friends,
Those who I've always aspire to understand,
With a good rapport,
A different pot of fish,
From a high fence,
I gazed down upon them,
Making explanation for their various action,
Of how beauty could knee in for a beast,
And the one's creating sounds for the soul,
Side by side they sat next to each other,
Like brothers from the same mother,
Depicting the africa traditional character for brotherhood,
I could all but be sad,
Realisation that the mother of all is Eve,
Cause my lips to be painted in smiles and kisses,
All in my imaginary world,
Yet in reality,
Brotherly bond broken by the sword of despair,
That which they wield against each other,
With the threat of death and bruise looming,
And innocent mediator suffering all consequences,
But in the end they all had soften heart and loving soul,
Yet with lots of unspoken words it was all over...
That the story of saturn day....

ladoime
02/20/2016