SETHORUNZI: My Thoughts & Rhymes

Growing up like other kids, we like you had different thoughts and many aims and ambitions. We had dreams of many things we would love to turn out to be. Even though we never know how we will get there but one thing we knew was that we want to be what we envisioned ourselves to be. Most times we tilted our ambitions or plan as the days went by and we grew up. But ultimately we wanted to be successful and flawless. We wanted to be as good as it gets and be good enough for all to see. In our minds we flew jets, traveled all over the world, walked on the moon, stood in front of millions to talk, sing or preach, we were signing autographs, became the huge successful singer or the irreplaceable actor, great and convincing  preacher, we owned more than we probably would need for ten generations. We smiled why fans cheered, took a bow when others screamed their lungs out. Camera lights flashing, paparazzi struggling to get a piece of us. Strive to be better and much more good ...

(The Sonnet) Oh Man! Like beautiful rose weaved with thorns Partly beast partly human; in between he is torn Two side of a coin spinning good and bad Rising and falling with mistakes like an indecisive lad Blowing hot and cold – warmth and hostility Kind heart a moment –another unwavering rigidity Oh man! Seems your kindness has falling off the cliff Taking human life he can not create, restore or give Oh man! How and when did you get to this? Wolf in human skin, goat among sheep he is Oh Man! Before the mirror you do not find yourself Like a favourite book mysteriously off the shelf Man now unkind to his fellow mankind without remorse Killings, blood spills, hate, pain are now what he shares with us! Written By: Seth Ogungbemi February 2012 ©sethorunzi All rights reserved by Seth Ogungbemi

It’s almost Midnight, a few more strike on the clock…several amplified tick-tack, tickling and freckling the very fiber connected to every muscle attached to the ossicle bones of our ears. It’s almost Midnight, that time that defines the fate of our Cinderellic odyssey with luck and fortunes running out, fear replaces fantasy. It’s almost Midnight… Our Cinderella must retreat to bed and wake up to reality. The grace and elated boom of the moments before are replaced with the solitary gaze and gloom. It’s almost Midnight, the very moments that defines our true existence and tests the resolve of our ingenious and artistic depth. The time that explains how much we had lived and how few or much we may have achieved and remind us how far we are to the mark as we are faced with a startled gaze of reality. It’s almost midnight that moment when all activities swiftly are paused and rewind to undo- freezed and we can only look forward to confronting our realism like a free flowi...

Its not a crime to be poor...One day the poor will have nothing left to eat but the rich Facial muscles squeezed with elastic stretch Grinding teeth coupled with clinched fist Anger fueled by hungered stomach Eyes blaze with fire like horrid skit Sweaty Palms cranked to every arcs Ached Elbows in akimbo and its marks Roaring at every words that fuel our passion Recalling how we’ve been fooled without caution Spits occasionally spilling out Voice blasting with irrepressible shout Arms carrying placards and clubs Venting and cursing without curb Enough is enough as we’re hard-pressed to reach the limit No longer able to live with their economic indiscreet Realizing we actually own that we now starve for Now ready to fight not just for our present but future (Dedicated to everyone who stood up and still stand against corruption & bad leadership) Written By: Seth Ogungbemi ©sethorunzi All rights reserved by Seth Ogungbemi

'A wasteful Government can not suddenly become prudent' (All tweets are note edited) Voice of Caution: GEJ is tolling d part of destruction- every step he is taking is taking him away from d people but closer to destruction! The cabal, imperialist & corupt govt officials should note...THERE COMES A TIME WHEN THE POOR WILL HAVE NOTHING TO EAT BUT THE RICH #occupy I av an idea! Since d so called 'Cabal' is more powerful than this Govt, then I suggest we impeach d Govt & d Cabal takes over!#cabalmyfoot Listening to the great FELA's Basket Mouth-" this uprising will bring out the beast in us" I hope it brings out the best in us #occupy! Humility is not stupidity but its strength upon control_ T.D Jakes... GEJ giving in to d people's wish isn't weakness but strength in itself I am very worried at d rate at which d proponents of subsidy removal insult our Individual & corporate intelligence with fallacious figu...

Seth Prays… This Christmas will be great So much more we won't regret This Christmas will be whole and true We won't have any reason to beblue This Christmas will be great We rejoice with festive-filledretreat This Christmas, we will not rue Coz’ His promises are yea andtrue This Christmas will be great We will rejoice like in heaven'sgate Despite pains there is for sure aclue That this Christmas will bring usgains in a queue This Christmas I Know will begreat As we re-count glory andgory-state Yet, we'll never forget Hebrought us through In this Christmas He sent His sonwith him we rule MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A SPLENDIDNEW YEAR AHEAD! Written By: SethOgungbemi ©sethorunzi All rights reserved by Seth Ogungbemi

Whispers of thoughts Thunders of excitements Walls high up in our faces Resistance in different phases Pondering on how fast things can change Can’t phantom pains Can’t put together gains Wishes, is all we have and live with Realizing our dreams has gone wilt Wondering if there could ever be an exit Our pains are within the walls of our hearts Put the lighting and thunders wrecks our earths Worries may not be heard like a whisper But their effects are like resounding thunders Hoping one day, this siege will cease to rage Sometimes all we need is an important embrace Within this inner thundering rage to find Solace To the rock of age we run to escape this cage Hands stretched out reaching out for leverage To one day, soar above our whispering thunder! Written by Seth Ogungbemi December 2011 ©sethorunzi All rights reserved by Seth Ogungbemi