SETHORUNZI: My Thoughts & Rhymes

Straight into the heart it pierces Coated with devastating venom Shattering hopes and faith into pieces Leaving humongous hole and a vacuum The limit of wailing has been exceeded Thought of redemption far not quite near Present situation exasperating and compounded Hope set ablaze in split second here and there Heart-quaking- Fist clinched Thoughts distorted-eyes dimed Furious with emotional thirst unquenched What kind of twinge is this –I queried ‘Keep faith...’ says the Preacher-man I have heard this sermonette often than required Yet this pills of pain I can no longer swallow like a man Is this fate...' Is all I can muster and enquired? Disappointments and treachery shows flaws Our dreams, Passion and hope may seem in flames These pains and hopelessness brings us to emotional Fury But to fate we cant resign…all we still got is FAITH Dedictated to all hearts that kept faith despite the burning flames, flaws and fury within. Written By Seth Ogungbemi Ju...

Games are not always won and lost in the first half There can always be a come back in the second half Sometimes the result of the first half is overwhelming The gulf of difference in score line could be disheartening The chance of staging a comeback quite slim and tasking The fight for restoration and superseding it is exasperating Six months gone bye but another set of six come near We hope, fight and do all but not resign to despair and fear As we look up, watch out and throw in some brave fight We are faced with many memories but we fight like a Knight As the grip of anxiety stick us like a nightmare at night But as a true knight we can only battle on with all our might Where did we fail, what has been our strength and weakness? We may be down but not out –we have a whole half to show our greatness Like Peak- it’s in you, like Guinness there is a drop of greatness in you Like an eagle we defile both gravity and the Condor and come up too We can just push our selves ...

Perseverance is genius covered in a resolute mind Genius is infinite patience. It is the protracted string of persistence. It does not pay to hurry... With the continuous heating and cooling of the rocks, it quakes Its sheer doggedness covered in purpose. It’s the high point of diligence and commitment. It’s what differentiates men from men. It’s the explanation of our response to adversity. In the presence of adversities some grow wings others buy crutches. A wise man would let the fire do its work on the iron. He allows heat for as long as possible before he strikes. So, perseverance comes first above talent, even above genius! Seth Ogungbe' Written By Seth Ogungbemi ©sethorunzi all rights reserved by Seth Ogungbemi

The busy day comes to a winding end The part of the day that completes several bends Man, oh man! Come to your lonely beds Joyous or saddened you come to lay your heads Nightfall, the inevitable part of our lives The prospects of the day has been viewed The problems of the previous have been reviewed. The lights that dim our shadow is screwed The moments we wished were smoked like weeds Nightfall highlights our various strives Nightfall it is, not windfall Nightfall it is, yet a pitfall The presence of which we fear to walk-tall Experience of tears with great-fall Nightfall, oh! What a stab of knives. Preceded by a cloud of darkness Conceived in so much wickedness Pre-conceived to bring rest and kindness Oh man! Thou art thrown in so much shrewdness Nightfall! we believe ater you strike, we come alive! Written By Seth Ogungbemi ©sethorunzi  all rights reserved by Seth Ogungbemi

My thoughts travelled so many light years in reverse as I listened to my Pastor articulate those 10 words rhetorically as he vibrantly (as usual) spits the words of his sermon. As those words hit my eardrums and sends thoughts through my nerves and cerebrum, my mind can only exhumes dead dreams and vision- plans and ideas that never saw the light of the day- Stillbirths they were. They were terminated by discouraging thorns (words and situation) even before they could find their roots in the imaginative soils of birthed ambitions, talk less of reaching their anticipated and possible prime. But truly what if I never had NO FEAR? What or who could I have been or turned out to be if I had no fear? What could I have been if I had no fear and confronted my doubts like David before Goliath I asked myself Seth, What if I had been a little more persistent and fearless- disregarding seemingly obvious obstacles and give it yet another try or push it up another notch? What if I had no fear? W...

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...