olorodeleke

I'm not pleased with this work that range against me. Could it be to have lust in a meritorious thought. Brain blank or full brain in the dunghill master state. President buhari has gone to visit Queen Elizabeth, In her palace located in the moon. Yes her palace is in the moon. Even the United States Villa is in the garden of Eden. Hear the looks that invade my skin. In pity, if I heard you say that again. Else I will truck your nose in the anus. You this miserable children of Adam. See oh see, here I am in peace in my kingdom. Tell me what's going on with you, In that dungeon you called nation? I know nothing will be said. When your Esau has sold his birthright to Jacob. Can't you see the ocean gushing out of my ray? Not that you're not told that, Ominira inira, ominira inira. The prophet said it but he's made a beggar. Education and technologies an half baked food. Yet you glory while a region is made supper, And others a desired hero of limitations. Long live my

Walked on my nerves daily the heart made. Which always get me puzzle on the step to make. Always in silence neither of not knowing what to do, But of the greater law which is in conflict with ours. The former gives more hope than the latter Of the eternal reign with the saviour of the world. Hope this will be my gain less the trauma of my land  Truncate this my silence. Simplicity or no simplicity this which has choked out the good in us. Could this be the situation of the economy in our land? This which the loots at the government embrace for the care of unborn. No, I can't bare the crook alone,  For the pains which the bastards do cause us for their prodigals. Has no limitations to be compared to An hungry man is an angry man they say. This the colonial Masters have used to put us in slavery Independence The law of our Lord Jesus Christ which is supreme. Notwithstanding this fact it's best to be simple and not foolish.

Sail from afar of my journey made. What could be the sound my ear do hear? This seems to be that of a glorious celebration, Which needs no ear to be put on the wall. Ogiri leti. The wonderful work men in women at the village square. When asked of what celebration it could be. The Independence and new birth of our nation. In purity of joy my heart celebrates the celebration from this long term slavery. Not knowing that it's starting of the yoke to be place on us, The foundation which was laid in 1914. While now at close sixty still a crawling lad. Despite the cry for this change and that change. Hmmmmm... When the foundation is destroyed, what can the righteous do? Now we're amuse by fulanization of us which has been brought by RUGA. Why the cry is coming now when our silence is grace by the Independence slavery. Equity doesn't help the indolence but the Swift. War here and there is said to be the eminent solution. Ho

A walk down the aisle my feet embarked  With mindset the beautiful world to view  My heart fill and echo the song of butterflies and  flurries.  up aloft the flower balcony a damsel my eyes  behold.  Intending to make life of that which I see.  With a smile Ekaasan my greeting to her was,  Wrapped with smiles natural was my greeting  returned.  What an Oyelude smile that made beauty so natural  and world alive  Better than the flower on our balcony that makes  the world sway  In my head was the thought that it's the very  mother of beauty that puts it up for earth glow. But my eyes and heart battle the word 'no'  Cos it's the damsel before the balcony flower that  makes the difference.  In the twinkle of an eye, my heart desires to long  more for her a million years ©️ Olorode olorunleke.