Let’s do a visitation,
To yourself, you caged in a cage,
Let’s get some refreshment,
To feed your inner man who starved for ages.

Days are counting, time is going,
Gray hairs are rushing
To manifest and weakened you,
Yet your real self was bolted.
Locked in the cage you built with your own hands.

You’ve got a definition,
Can I ask what?
Out of frustration you threw the key,
That unlocks desires along with unwanted responsibilities,
Away in an abyss that can't be reach,
Because you don’t want to reach.

Back in the days when you boil,
When you vow to rise and shine,
And be a powerful solvent that extracts dreams,
From ‘guys’ who run and shout for help,
But now they are the one who volunteered to help,
And help you get back on the track.

What has become of you, my dear?
You used to set the pace while others follow,
But now you are on the sycamore tree watching,
Applauding men who make waves in their generation,
On the sideline you are, saying,
‘I used to be a contestant in that race’

Let’s go on a visitation please,
And visit you locked in the prison,
Which you built with your own hands,
Let’s write an appeal dear,
To yourself who judged yourself
And sentenced yourself to life imprisonment.

You can always be better,
Pardon yourself and move on,
Greater heights lie ahead to stand and shine,
And a brighter future to explore.


#Òtáìbáyòmí

There were days I fell,
I cried and wept,
And lay helpless,
Seeking help,
But found none
Instead, shame and mockery is what I found,
They stuck me like plagues,
And I couldn't help myself.

But behold I rose,
Beating expectations to pulp,
Treading on days of 'no-motivation'
Maximizing the strength I found,
And making my way to limelight.

"With a standing ovation,
Welcome Òtáìbáyòmí"
That was the compensating moment,
A reward for shame and mockery,
And one for not giving up.

Never give up,
Does it seem long?
Tarry please,
The future is here,
And before you know it,
You are already where you desire.

#òtáìbáyòmí
#30daysOfSelfAdmiration

It was a dark silent night, on a Tuesday, I was coming from a friend's house. The remembrance of our gist made me smile to myself -though I always smile on every little chance I had to. Miles away from my friend's house and few distance to mine: I noticed a young man approaching me, his looks cautioned me and made me lost the aura that made me smile, I tried all I could to avoid him, but the more I do, the more vulnerable I seem.

Who could he be?, he was a bit rough with a questionable haircut -I think they call it 'afro', he wore a sleeveless top and a rag-like jean short -the one they termed 'crazy jean', with a canvas.

Right at that moment, fear was sent down my spine and it occupied me that I couldn't think of anything to do as rumors of bad deeds that happened on the path flash to my memories. The path I'm on was surrounded by bushes though with a lot of uncompleted buildings and the next  occupied neighborhood is out of sight.

I tried all I could to send fear out of my body and it seems I overcame, but on reaching him, he grabbed my hands and I managed to slip out of his hands and I take to my heels, but in few seconds he caught on and grabbed me, covered my mouth with one hand and held me with the other. I don't know what he is up to, if he's going to rob me, I had only my phone on me and I forgot my purse at home -that's what got me trekking, I could have board a bike.

Before I knew it, he head towards an uncompleted building though roofed but with no door, I struggled to shout but I couldn't make a sound as his palm covered my mouth and sealed my lips, when he seems relaxed and thought he has won over me, I managed to bite him and escape, but was stopped with his stretched hand, he slapped me immediately that I landed on the floor with my face down, before I could look up, he already unzip the rag he called short and jumped on me, I tried getting off and couldn't run beyond his reach. I was forced against my will to lie down and I gave up as I felt powerless and behold I was raped and was deflowered. I felt the pain in my bones plus the one I got from my hymen breaking.

My heart was choked and I felt that minute, my life was disarrayed, after few minutes, he left me helplessly on the ground and dashed away. I wept like that's going to be the last time I will cry, though the deed was done, but I felt the huge blow and an empty pit where something big and irreplaceable was taken. I found my way home and narrated the horrible experience to my sister who I was living with, she advised I go to the hospital of which I did the following day.

But ever since I wasn't the same again, I felt I'm irrelevant. What can I do please?, I need comfort and advice on how to get over my sense of irrelevancy.

#Òtáìbáyòmí

Overtime, I laughed when I go over my chats with some people because a lot of them contains unfulfilled promises.

Memories of how I smiled on hearing the promises flash and they made me repeat the smile. Maybe list of unfulfilled promises is what made to trust no one or I'm like that from onset. I only trust some set of people headed by God who if they failed or delayed promises, I'll still trust their words for me.

I remember then when am still naive (so to say), every single promises excites me, they made me a rubber ball which bounces and rebounds on every single stroke.

A very perfect example is when I was in the third year of my junior secondary education (JSS3), my dad promised a blackberry phone -of course you know what it means to own a blackberry then now. On every single call, I answered twice, I became the boxer of animal farm that chose to work tirelessly -though I'll still work with nothing attached, but the promises is a motivation to do extraordinarily, especially when it's attached to my academics performance.

Promising is good only when they are realistic and was fulfilled -or the reasons will be visible genuine and reasonable if at all it will fail. Because as much as it adds to our credit, that much it's discredit us if we failed.

Well, at the long run, I was unable to own the promised blackberry, and this made me not-too-excited when I received any promises especially on getting a phone then. Though I later got one when I was in SSS 3 -you want to know the type, lol, it's NokiaC1-01 (at least I can ranked up with the bosses then).

Don't promise I repeat

Don't promise just to say something, don't promise to make someone happy especially the ones who holds your words with respect, if you have too much succeeding failures, your words lose value and virtue, even if you are not promising them.

#Òtáìbáyòmí
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Isn't it funny?, How they promised us a government of the people, by the people and for the people. How they promised us a country ruled  by the sages' opinion for our benefits -for a comfortable living.

And what saddens is, those who initiated our freedom from colonialism didn't dream of what's happening currently. I don't know if truly they watch from heaven as legend has it, but if they do, I wonder how they will be feeling.

Major -in the book "Animal Farm" stirs rebellion amidst the animals against their owner, Jones which was successful shortly after his death.

I wonder how he would feel when watching how Napoleon turned the desired democracy into tyranny thereby oppressing his fellow comrades.

But if I was asked who's at fault, I will say it's the citizens of the animal farm. I'm cruel? Obviously, I'm not. Just learn out my reason for saying so.


The citizens of the animal farm were at fault because they chose to leave under the shelter of mediocrity. They believed the pigs are better and were the only one solely blessed with knowledge and they can't be better.

Look at it like this, if they strive to learn and become the author of education, they would have escaped the tyrannic agenda of the pigs -napoleon especially which was unknown to them from the beginning of the rebellion, or maybe he didn't had such agenda before, but was conceived when he see their display of mediocrity. Coupled with the expulsion of Snowball who loved something good for the citizens -judging from his commitment to the commencement of the windmill.



Despite boxer's commitment, I'd blame him for being lazy to speculate and examine Napoleon but came up with the philosophy "Napoleon is always right". And the smart guy took advantage of it to boost his morale in despotism.

Don't settle for the less, that's my advice to you, never say it's too hard for you. All things are possible and you can do all things. Overcome your inferiority complex asap, else you will pay homage to those you rated higher in due time.

#òtáìbáyòmí 

Wind starts blowing,
Rain starts falling,
Overcoming the drought
That command life out of us.

Days of waiting,
Stylishly crept away,
Light sprung up,
Illuminating our gloomy soul.

Men are waiting,
Eagerly watching
Speculations says it's over,
But we saw an hand of hope.

Like the history of Israel,
"I saw a cloud of rain like hand" he said
After 3½ years of drought,
Yes! It's happening again, hope is rising

Hope is rising,
Men are happy,
Weeping may tarries till night,
Surely joy comes in the morning.

My dear citadel of learning,
Being stuck down by a thunder of inactivity,
With no man to trod upon its land,
Is feeling men are coming around.

Hope is rising,
I'm glad, it's rising.
Thank God, we aren't stuck forever,
Thank God, a glimpse of hope is rising.

#Òtáìbáyòmí

Recently, I dropped a question on my wall and I do appreciate the answers I got as comments.

And now I will write on my thoughts on the question. This question is this "what do you do when your expectations are cut short?"

Overtime, we have list of expectations unfulfilled, we have desires unaccomplished and dreams that seems as ordinary nightmare. Though before these things become reality, they will go through a lot of process that kept us waiting and now the question is what do we do when the process failed along the line?

The simple truth according to my thoughts is that keep trying, yes!, Keep trying. But one thing is - according to how I replied a comment on the post, are we not flogging the dead horse?, Are we not painting an unrealistic image?

A lot of process failed, and yet we keep trying, but surprisingly, it all ends in failure, wasted effort and the pains will be much more than failing to start pursuing in the first place.

And now this is my advice, when expectations are cut short, keep trying but be sure you are not chasing the wind.



Believe and keep trying.
#òtáìbáyòmí
Abayomi Adeoye

Power of a simple conversation

"Today is going to be a bad day", I concluded after searching tirelessly an ATM card I was given to use to check the account balance of the carrier account. Breathing like someone who chased a rabbit and end up losing it, I was frustrated as I could decipher the possibility of losing it.

Well, losing it will not keep me at the ATM stand, I have to return home, at least to inform the sender that the message was interrupted on my way to delivery.

Of course, I don't expect him to be happy, and my expectations was played out. "What to do?", was the question being asked repeatedly. Then a decision came to trace back my path to the place I board a vehicle that transport me down to the ATM gallery, since I was sure I checked the bank's environment, and luckily I found the mini bus that took me there, and I searched to no avail.

Tracing my steps back, like am rewinding and replaying the moment I was going to bank, we reached a place with a group of people at work. Despite being carried away my frustration, I knew it didn't get lost there, but my brother who followed me took the pain to ask "please, I don't know if you help us find an ATM card along this path", I was ahead since I knew no good thing can come out of such Nazareth, but to my surprise, in a milliseconds, the ATM card was handled over to him that it was found when I passed.

What made me to to into the matter again is, the guys saw me when I was going back home -because I intentionally took the route to look again before getting home, but they didn't say a word than an ATM has dropped from me -or maybe they don't know it was for me.

But had it been, I went to look for it again, I wouldn't have care to ask, and this made me to learn the power of simple conversation, there are some connections that can make use great, or that can get us our desires and they can only be initiated by a simple conversation like "Hi", "Hello" and such like that.

Who knows when you will come across a 'big fish'. Of a truth, am guilty of this, because am always reserved and reluctant to initiate a conversation. And sincerely, what happened taught me a lesson.

Learn to initiate a simple and worthy conversation which yields a lasting relationship. Who knows from who you will blessed.

#òtáìbáyòmí
Abayomi Adeoye
Good evening

On Monday morning after I finished​ washing my father's car, I need to drop few bucket of water inside the house and my route is beside the washed car.

The first time, I splattered sand on the car with my wet feet because am rushing to attend to other things in the house. I quickly used water to clean it and I continue.

Same as the second time, I then became furious with myself for splattering sand on the car, it's like ruining my achievement, so I washed it again.

The problem is splattering sand on the car, the solution is washing the affected area with water again, but the cause is my steps caused from the fact that am rushing.

In my case, the real solution is to ease off myself and control my steppings not cleaning the mess everytime, but I didn't take notice of that but rather I was solving the problem which get me frustrated.

Most times, we focused on the problem and we care less about the cause. Some problems are unremitting because the cause still exists and solving the same problem everytime can be frustrating in most cases.

Some problem are incessant?, Seek out the cause and thrash it out, that will be the wise way of solving the problem to avoid frustration.

#òtáìbáyòmí
Abayomi Adeoye