SETHORUNZI: My Thoughts & Rhymes

Walking through the darkest road Hopping and wobbling through like a wounded toad Sun-rays piercing his mortal sweaty skin Saddled with the weight of the roman cross for nothing Whips slashing the bare skin with blood gushing out Reaching out was all he did to be grouped among thieves and touts To a prodigal world the father looks-out at the window hoping With open arms he jumps out to receive his squandering son sobbing. To a welcome many He subjects His only begotten to gruesome murder But to those his son came to, he was despised and rejected for another. Like the father of the prodigal son the end super-cede the present Knowing that the glory at the end surpasses the enticing presents. Swung hammer came fiercely on the nail that punctures the sinless palm With hands wide open he surrendered to His will with his arm Side pierced, spits and spite, scornful words and crown of thorns All he received hoping that at the end he can have us all back on On the cross he reach...

It was a Friday like no any other one A Friday that changes the course of all leaving none One that mixes wailing with winning; losing and gaining One that shows that despite the twilight the sun comes shinning A Friday where the loving father forsakes the beloved and only begotten son A Friday that changes the course of science and despising the rule of the sun. It gives us hope that what looks like an END might just be a BEND. That after night comes morning and that in a thief we can find a friend Six hours only on this Friday we heard a new story and saw many things occur Six consecutive hours on this Friday is how long He took him on the Roman cross Like the hope an anchor gives the captain of a ship in a ranging storm These six hours on this Friday gave hope beyond any form. From these six hours on this wonderful Friday we have much hope One this Friday we have above all three anchors in life with which we cope; Our life is not futile- futility Ours failures are no...

A smile helps shorten a mile. A smile can worth a while. A smile can freeze the Nile. A smile can strengthen ties. A smile that eases a sigh is all I send to you No matter what smiles does positive or negative. They help save lives. Saddled by the strives life throw at us.. The tears and fears, Pains and gains, Strains and constraints, Troubles in doubles, wreckages in packages... What a solace we have in a smile. With just twelve muscles you can pull off a smart one With A smile you can save a minimum of two lives Written By Seth Ogungbemi ©sethorunzi  all rights reserved by Seth Ogungbemi

(Dedicated to Oluwagbenga Williams Dada (1980-2007- R.I.P) Born with a terminal clause He choose to grow up with a plus He had to struggle with fate But rose up to live by faith Every day for him comes with its pains Every moment had to be made a gain Lived life struggling against odds to achieve Blazed through life with little or no mischief Even though he came through slow He left an impeccable impression that glows A clause he carried like a cross A plus he impressed on hearts across Why then did you have to leave? Why didn’t you try more to live? The boys you left like me are now men Like you, they are Xtra-ordinary Gentlemen. XG Rules (Xtra-ordinarily Gentlemen) Written By Seth Ogungbemi ©sethorunzi all rights reserved by Seth Ogungbemi

Each time I pause to life and wonder. Questions from life to which I ponder Issues to which we border Weight of responsibilities we shoulder Are these entire all we live over? To life codes we surely need decoder Pains take us six feet under Gains brings us to six clouds over Only to lose cohesion to recover Is these all life can offer? I write today like I need to un-cover Truly my mind spins now like a rover Spilt out shots need a reload like a revolver No feels or trills to discover What will life be like when it’s over? My mind bustling -need a shower Mind worried over and over To survive these days over We all need a friend and a lover A lover in a friend gives you power! Written By Seth Ogungbemi ©sethorunzi all rights reserved by Seth Ogungbemi

‘In the presence of adversity, some people buy crutches while others grow wings’ We are sometimes faced with some of the most excruciating and frustrating situations in life where we are caught up in making crucial decisions, which most often than none tends towards giving up. We throw in the towel- we cry and wail- say the good byes- burry our head in shame- rue our chances- toss the blames- breakdown and moan and sometimes mourn- reflect and regret- crash and shot down and out! Once there were four lepers excommunicated from the companionship of their people as stated by the constitution of their city. These four lepers felt nothing than that they have been used and abused, dejected, rejected and of course ejected from the community the once called family and friend. Fours lepers who once reside within the comfort of the city walls now live within the anguishing enclave of caves outside the city gates with all source of food and placate denied. These lepers had nothing to live...

I wrote these about 4 years ago - play on words, enjoy! Ditto Dear Savage, Its been an age since you last appeared on stage, with or without rage. This make me feel like you are in a cage. If it were not true you could have on your pager do me a page, its strange! The last time you were on rampage, we all heard it even in the garage. Your album was a bomb of a package full of all but garbage, like the wrestler Randy Savage (come to think of it, he was your name sake – Savage). You came like a high voltage blazing through all-on and off-stage. Some can’t stand the heat so they had to pack their luggage and make bail, since they ran out of mortgage. Interestingly, I missed the ironical you- even though you don’t eat cabbage yet, you bought them in different food baggage. You wouldn’t sing or sign for Outrage, yet you dropped your first hit single on the label’s carriage. The first time you dropped a deez, it was carnage. Repentantly, after you stopped the damage, your arts and sin...

“Until the lions have their own historians, the history of the hunt will always glorify the hunter…” - Chinua Achebe Discuss this Quote: March 30th, 2009 by Marina S. This quote is saying that the people who write the history are bias. The people who record history make themselves sound like the “good guys”. Therefore, the lions will be portrayed as the “bad guys”. Since the Europeans recorded their history before the people of Africa, they will be potrayed as better than the Africans. The things that the Europeans do to the Africans will be considered good things, trying to help him. Quote March 30th, 2009 by Grace R. “until the lions have their own historians, the history of the hunt will always glorify the hunter” Lions stand for the natives, while the hunters stand for for the european conquerers. This quote means that until the natives’ point of view is a part of history, the european point of view will be the one that is counted as accurate. If no one document...