There Was a Time

There Was a Time 

There was a time when we hoped, and things came through. 

There was a time when we believed, and miracles happened. 

There was a time when our lovers would go to war, and come back to find us untouched, virgin once more and empty again- beseeching the long gone affection. 

There was a time when poems addressed upon the way of life, and more importantly, defined it. 

There was a time when storytelling was a delightful entertainment, as it sucked up the thrilling moments – pumping the mind to wander across all ages – just to find the seeds of hope, salvation, peace, kindness, and love. 
There were times when we didn’t have to speak, because those close to us, saw what lay in the depths of our hearts. 

A 24 year old boy seeing out from the train’s window shouted…
“Dad, look the trees are going behind!”
Dad smiled and a young couple sitting nearby, looked at the 24 year old’s childish behavior with pity, suddenly he again exclaimed…
“Dad, look the clouds are running with us!”
The couple couldn’t resist and said to the old man…
“Why don’t you take your son to a good doctor?” The old man smiled and said…“I did and we are just coming from the hospital, my son was blind from birth, he just got his eyes today.”
Every single person on the planet has a story. Don’t judge people before you truly know them. The truth might surprise you.

There was a time when knowledge was equally shared. One mind, one soul. 

There was a time when we would cry, and not because we had been hurt or felt any pain, but because we had been selflessly loved. And gained. We would cry tears of joy. 

There was a time when silence meant souls conversing with each other, and minds debating. 

There was a time when leaders were born, and not made from failed heroes. 

There was a time when time was not a tornado or freaky storms, but just dust in the wind.

A man was passing the elephants, he suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from their bonds but for some reason, they did not.
He saw a trainer nearby and asked why these animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away. “Well,” trainer said, “when they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it’s enough to hold them. As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away. They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free.”
The man was amazed. These animals could at any time break free from their bonds but because they believed they couldn’t, they were stuck right where they were.
Like the elephants, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?
Failure is part of learning; we should never give up the struggle in life.

There was a time when we lived to embrace each other – touch ones soul, quench a neighbour’s thirst, light a friend’s heart, and not economically or politically self adjustably taken to what we found fit for our lonely souls.

There was a time when love was not courtship and marriage. Love was a selfless deed that stood irrespective of the grounds that we stood on; irrespective of the faces that we chose to conjunct with; irrespective of how much we were supposed to give. 

There was a time when relationship wasn’t just an “on and off” thing, but a one way path. Though crooked and harsh, people triumphed to die with their lips saying “i love you” to each other’s soul, as they patiently wait to hold each others hearts once more in the afterlife.

There was a time when paradise wasn’t figuratively spoken, but was lived and seen. It was a wondrous infinity that was witnessed.

There was a farmer who sold a pound of butter to a baker. One day the baker decided to weigh the butter to see if he was getting the right amount, which he wasn’t. Angry about this, he took the farmer to court.
The judge asked the farmer if he was using any measure to weight the butter. The farmer replied, “Honor, I am primitive. I don’t have a proper measure, but I do have a scale.”
The judge asked, “Then how do you weigh the butter?”
The farmer replied;
“Your Honor, long before the baker started buying butter from me, I have been buying a pound loaf of bread from him. Every day when the baker brings the bread, I put it on the scale and give him the same weight in butter. If anyone is to be blamed, it is the baker.”
Moral of the story: In life, you get what you give. Don’t try and cheat others.

Many things may have changed but a lot still rests on our choices. We may not be able to control time, trend of new technologies, people’s view about critical issues and what tomorrow will bring but we have power to determine what our response to life should be, our relationship with fellow humans and our God. We can decide to be a better person even in the midst of crumbling moral values. We can chose to see the best in people. We can chose to try again even after a fail. We can chose to tread the right path and not betray trust. We can chose to be selfless in a selfish world. We can always be who we chose to be irrespective of what time it is. There was a time but there is still enough time!

© Basiru Adebayo Emmanuel.

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Your Life is Precious

BE HOPEFUL IN HOPELESS SITUATION

Hello!
I heard, you wanna die
How true?
You really want to get rid of your life?

Anyway,
There are many ways to say goodbye;
But, I would suggest one,
Throw yourself in a deep sea
Splash! splash!! splash!!!
There you go.
You would definitely start struggling
To save your life.

You would find it hard give up the struggle.

Why?
Well I know
Life might be hard,
Bitter, painful, and seem unfulfilling.
But there are people making headway
In this same unfair world.
Why then do we want to kill ourselves?

We definitely don’t want to.
But we are trying to kill something else inside of us.
The resentment, the stigma, the anxiety and the sufferings
Are what lies within us
And we are trying to kill ourselves to get rid of them.

Some of us live recklessly
Just to prove we don’t care
Often in rebelion against our family, friends or soceity
This doesn’t change what they feel about us
It only kills the little respect we have left
Good only comes from effort

Here’s what I have for you.
There’s an immense beauty, fruitfulness
And goodness that abounds in this World
Many success stories point to this fact
Life is a potent sign that there’s hope!
You’ll surely overcome your travails.
Just live, learn, love and enjoy your days.

Stop trying to kill yourself!

©Basiru Adebayo Emmanuel

​It Has Always Been Your Decision 

It has always been your decision

No matter who said what, It has always been your decision
You have made the choices and you are in this situation
People may have influenced your line of thought
But you could have looked back on what you have been taught
No matter how bad and demeaning the pressure is
You always had the chance to chose before it came to what it is

Many people will come along our way
Many of whom have lost their way
If we do not exercise caution we may join the trend
Forgetting we have a say on whom we choose to call a friend
We are responsible for our lives first before we care for two
Even when we are blinded by our feelings and needs too

Circumstances, most say led them to doom
But same circumstances had made others bloom
What we make of life is more of how we respond to life
Some challenges may seem insurmountable but that’s just life
When you go through history you will find people have survived worse
And what you are going through is just a phase in life’s posepose

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No one can take the blame for the choices you have made but you
Bad character and uncontrolled childhood excesses kills prospects like flu
We have no sufficient reasons to end up as failures
In spite of the rough starts faith and hard work are often the best cues
There will be pressure from friends, family and life itself
But in the mist of all these pressures you will be wise to be yourself

THE MEEM BELIEVE

THE MEEM BELIEVE

I believe we are meant to be.
And I trust in my believe.
Trust in war’s not we need.
For our survival to be.

We conceive to be deceased.
We can give and still receive.
We don’t really have to grieve.
If life’s well spent with relief.

Give me that time oh, time oh.
Show me the care eh, care eh.
Treat me with love oh, love oh.
Afford me some trust eh, trust eh.

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From the pictures that we see.
From the face of families.
We can find an inner peace.
Become whole from being pieces.

In the glowing of your skin.
From the scenery on your screen.
In the swaying of the tree.
We see the need to be free.

Give me that time oh, time oh.
Show me the care eh, care eh.
Treat me with love oh, love oh.
Afford me some trust eh, trust eh.

By Aremu Ibraheem Adebayo
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NEVER ALONE

NEVER ALONE

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Distanced from the crowd i sit to ponder.
Alone with my thought, a sight of wonder.
I do not resist the help from people around.
The spotlight I hope for, I just haven’t found.

Naked in my world with nothing but me.
This is how alone, I’ve grown to be.
Lost to the world Like a farmer’s only horse.
Feeling so alone though I am not sarcophagus.

The Moon shines and my mood slides.
It creates in my ocean a glimps of lonely tides.
Scared yet proud of what I call my own.
But In the market still, the insane isn’t alone.

Though solitary i wade through this trouble
Very much i know that even when i stumble
No matter how far away I am from my throne
With you my friends I am NEVER ALONE…

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Aremu Ibraheem Adebayo

Don’t wait Till The Value Is Obvious

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Don’t Wait Till The Value is Obvious Before You Appreciate

Don’t wait till the value is obvious before you appreciate because often times at this point, you have lost the good thing you once had.

The value of peace is seen through war
The value of life speaks in death
The value of a true friend is felt in the loneliness amidst crowd
The value of sound health is appreciated when migraine calls

Love because you know what hate feels like
Respect because you understand the pains of being disrespected
Help because you know how it hurts to be helpless
Appreciate today because tomorrow may sing another song

Don’t wait till loss reminds you of how important things you had was. Appreciate them when you have them that way even when they are gone, the fond memories will always be with you.

– Selahsomeone

Dedicated to the good people we have lost somehow along the way. Sometimes we wish we could turn back the hands of time but sadly the best we can do is cherish the memories of those good times. -@Selahsomeone