SETHORUNZI: My Thoughts & Rhymes

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

Rising from the doldrums of exasperated sleep, I awoke, hoping the early morning rays of light that heralds the birth of a new day, which now pierces my hitherto tightly shut eyes will herald me into a different nation where all man and citizenry can truly say I LOVE MY COUNTRY or like the sport wear designer-NIKE (team before self) COUNTRY BEFORE SELF or better still, I can truly hear and evidently see in truism-MY FELLOW NIGERIANS. During our 49th anniversary I wrote on the first part... FELLOW NIGERIANS, being one of the most used clichés by politicians, political offices holders especially presidents of our 'GREAT COUNTRY' (...chuckles), a cliché now used beyond or is it bereaved of its actual semantic representation be it connotatively or denotatively. I wrote on how the phrase ' fellow Nigerians' no longer meant every man, woman, male or female, child or adult who possess the rare (now almost accidental) privilege of being a citizen either by birth, natur

The human face with a reflection of a beast Clean shave with Beastial make up Weakling feet and arms rotting mean feat Resident evil guised in boisterous evil face up Un-humanly unleashing his terror Our humanity is now very much bereaved Our chances at redemption no longer conceived A troubled killer man on rampage- serial killer A diabolical killer one on carnage- ritual killer Obstreperously showing his horror The human life is now treated with levity Our life is choked of its essence and serenity Life we cannot give is taken with un-fazed ease All for selfish undefined reason without cease Personifies the rot in the depth of this terror. For our peace they gave us unsolicited terror For our dreams they exchanged with horror When will all these nightmare and evil end? How do we negotiate this treacherous bend? What do we have to give to end this horror? Can we resort to mosaic law and disposition Terror for terror, hoping it takes us out of this position?

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

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

Love is all that matters says a song writer Love is all that matter in summer and winter Love, they say and we affirm somehow is all that matters, But after all is said and done -does it really matter? Found love for a moment and we rejoice Nurture it with caution or freeze like ice Cuddling, knitting, making-out and making up Love not locked-down hence infested with break up Love or lost, concentrated, consecrated or over-rated Love rising its flint flapping wings to overcome hatred Love worth giving from a life worth living From lack giving all with a heart all forgiving Hated yet expected to love with a gentle heart like a dove Bleeding with hurts from love gone wrong-we look above Scars hunting us we can only clinched our fist tight Thinking about our loss –we’re ready to pick up a fight Loving with all does not love with tongue To such many is the Romeo of different tong Love worth living is worth giving to the top Love worth given up is love with fraud and flo

It’s every sane woman’s dream As they bring joy flowing like a stream Tossed into the air and caught with caring grip Despite the stress for each of us she cares to strip. The rare commitment she as always shown Epitome of her motherhood nature we’ve always known. What defines a mother? A puzzle to solve A question that to some need no resolve A child is a seed of the WOMB no doubt But is that what motherhood is all about? The pressure of nine months is no doubt tough The measure of what comes after- surely rough The comfort of the womb all received with joy But the GUTs of a mother many didn’t enjoy A story the homeless and motherless can tell As the daring guts of their mother they never felt In these guts we find our first vending machine In this same rare gut we see our first linchpin Always there to sacrifice even at gunpoint A decision many with balls can’t confront It takes guts to stay up through sleepless night Motherhood for her child keeps up the figh

Break down. We do all but break down. Just suffered a gory -sorry–hurry- surreal break-up but do we breakdown? Hopes are high up, but dashed in split seconds. Trust betrayed, even the best man shows us his worst instinct. Promise made and failed. We try to show our courage but a strolling stream of cold water in a moment puts out the heat of fire on our young growing fire of valor, hence, the last form of our courage in a flung flying flint of fire is put to senile-rest- discouragement! What do we do? Breakdown! Give up. That’s what we are left to do, when in our entire life endeavor all we get as a feedback is failure, hope lost. Chances missed. Opportunities squandered. Faith-fainting and fading away. Strength becomes frail. Family disserted. Honor re-bounds, hence, integrity lost. Heroes turn villains and villains –heroes. We run out of options and resign to despair! In all life seems to hold nothing but an appointment with death. Stalled to a halt. Saddled with a feeling of g

From the Pages of Life This life we live is sometimes strange No matter what we do we live in range Life we do not live knowing all in total Because man’s life has different quotas Each day like a page of a book we flip We live, hope and pray as we take the trip The morning emerges elegantly with virgin grace The afternoon takes over with blazing rays Some say nightfall comes like a dreaded disease Others lookup to nightfall with much ease In the game of life fairness is not an option Similarly success is more than just a caption Life we may choose to live by or without its rules Yet we end-up going through without much clues Life has it core and indefatigable anchors Each of it has its trickery like magic actors The supernatural creates its guiding regulations But to us we’re left to make our choices and decisions Faith for fate Love for hate Hope not cope Heights not slope Smiles after tears Guts after fears The pag

Lord, bless our Country & save us from self Direct our noble cause & from falling off the cliff Pray for the orphans & show them how much you care Give us leaders who loves, are humane, great & can dare In our lives, family, community, sate & nation Let God be gloried Let the devil be terrified and your people at the end be edified Show the devil who is boss! as we recover our loss We appreciate your son’s mission on the cross. We go out each day with victory in our hearts And we return with songs of praises on our lips. Unto you who is able to do above what we ask, think or imagine Be all praise &adoration coz you’re the father of light in whom there is no variableness AMEN! ©sethorunzi

Time flicks, tricks and ticks Moments come and we chrome Events in our memories flips and trips Seconds, minutes, hours, weeks and months trickle, twinkle and tinkle Seeing 2010 came 365 days ago, we had ego, tried to grow or let go, and got gold Candle light in the wind, sand from a beach, torn in the flesh-clown, crown and gown all in our town We shared our story, rejoice in glory, wept at gory, had amongst many a worry, received and said sorry. Not Jos-tified, Boko-Maiduguri, Niger Delta and Abuja amongst others- storms, bombs-blast, bumps, blobs. Sick to be late President, ruling Kabal- Nation on auto-pilot- Kaita-carus & Aiye-d-miss World cup- women team in victory Acting and substantial President, Sanusi & Senate, INEC & missing DDC machines, Re-election & selection 6000 Mega Watts- Not Realistic, Power we still cant be-holding, Strikes, Fuel Scarcity but a nation at 50 still unfolding What is seen is what is known not what should have been

All over the world, there is none like it; within all its spheres and ramification. There are so many celebration and so many dates to which we keep tabs on. From the mountains in Kilimanjaro to the highest point of the Everest, It is celebrated with so much consistency with different distinctiveness from the rest. From the deepest part of the pacific to the furthest end of the Nile its felt and adored. Irrespective of the different race, tribe or colour, it’s acknowledged and revered. There is a Christ who’s Mass (Christ-mass) and service cannot be overemphasized or shy away from. There is a season dedicated to him gloriously. Since its inception, there has been no exception. The purpose of God-made-flesh made the world’s chronological timing to be splited into two halves. Before Christ (B.C) and Ano Dominos (A.D)- the year of our Lord-after the death of Christ. This brings us to the question that we would most often than not ask as regards B.C and A.D. Which Christ is referred to in