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Temitope Popoola Oct 2013
I don't know what you could call this exactly,
I was at a musical concert in one of the states
And a school filled with children of less than 13 years of age
Presented a song which I could call a petition.
They were praying earnestly for God to save Nigeria
From lawless people, bloodshed, assassination and a list of other wreckless things
It touched me that finally, it has gotten to this! When children start to file a petition to God against our leaders saying for their sake God should save the nation
It's a bit disturbing that even the kids know that there is a problem with this nation.
Do we have to ridicule ourselves forever? The children who were in the ***** and groins some years back have come to understand the situation and are crying out.
The educational standard is falling to pieces and the threads would have to be carefully woven together if we wanna make something out of it again.
It's embarrassing to know that there are so many sectors that has failed, absolutely nothing is working.  
Our leaders still apportion blame. Roads are not good and then you get to hear one is a federal road one is state owned. Does it matter who owns the road if it is in their country?
Why aren't everyone looking beyond their noses and see what's wrong. Our youths have resolved to fraud when hard work and talents aren't appreciated.
Universities have been shut down for months now in the name of strike and the government officials could afford to eat and carry on their daily activities!
Aren't they meant to be in the hospital, complaining of one illness or the other as a result of the unrest the matter has caused? Disheartening! Even the hospitals go on strike and innocent people are left to die as a result of no medical attention.
I was moved to tears when these children sang. The nation's unrest and matters have become prayer points in all places of worship. God should indeed look down from His throne, have mercy on us and save Nigeria!
The children sang this word
"God save Nigeria
God save Nigeria
From wicked people,
From bloodshed,
From assasination,
From lawlessness,
For the sake of the children oh Lord,
Save Nigeria. "
Temitope Popoola Oct 2013
Have you ever thought of that possibility?
That the heaven we all crave and dream of could be inside of us
I do not want to poison your minds with my silly thoughts
So think about it carefully  and make your conclusion

First of all, I'm not a pagan and I believe in God
And I pray as always never to in anyway incur His wrath
I believe in His son and could recite the nicene creed
And my faith in Him is bigger than the mustard seed

This world is full of trials, troubles and tribulations
People living their lives in reckless abandon and with less gradation
Taking each day as it is, forgetting they are part of something noble
And has been called even unto a greater purpose

When we are desperate for a miracle, we lift our eyes to the sky
Funny, has anyone ever travelled there and back? So why?
What if it's something abstract one could call a mirage?
And all it takes to get there lies inside of you.

For the ticket, build as many houses as you can or even buy
Write as many poems as you can and let them trend
Be scholarly and have many awards and trains of friends
None of these would go with you when your life ends

*Your character, faith, good deeds and other beautiful attributes would be your judge
This has been my thoughts for a while now! I don't know if it came out well. I hope I don't confuse anyone with it too.
Temitope Popoola Oct 2013
Tell me you couldn't do it anymore and had to leave
Tell me I wasn't what you bargained for and the feeling isn't real
Tell me I'm stubborn and maybe too ambitious for you to deal with
Tell me I'm naïve sometimes and can't seem to keep up with your beat
But never tell me I made you leave
Never tell me you tried to get even by going for my friend
Never tell me I had roaches in my cupboard,
Never tell me you left because I was unfaithful.
Temitope Popoola Sep 2013
Failed promises mourned with soft moans and muffled cries
Words that once creased my face with smiles, now turned lies
Broken spirit have made my body go numb and unfeeling like ice
And I'm left with an ache so enormous in size!  
You don't have to read and click the button 'like'
I just wanna pour out my heart and not get psyched
See if I could like a pond build around my heart a solid ****
If it would ever make me secured, tsk!
But really, is it normal for me to feel this depressed?
Those who's lost it a long time ago think I'm blessed!
Maybe I am, on the brighter side but then what's with this foul mood?
That has made me non-chalant and rude!
I don't like this transformation that has made me sobersided
Not like I wanna lallygag but I'll just love to be free-minded
Not to feel this emptiness that is frustrating me
Just wanna be at peace with everyone and still be who God wants me to be
Went through some old messages and this came up! I'm trying to find peace for my soul!
Temitope Popoola Sep 2013
Game time, read and follow the instructions! Here's a chance for you to contribute to this wonderful story, fix your own sentences by dropping your comment and it will be added to the story! "Mother don't spite me"- www.temiwrites.wordpress.com
I've started the story though and it might just be fun doing this as a writer, good luck with it!
Temitope Popoola Sep 2013
My life has taken another course,
Every emotional thread squeezed of its strength
Bravery and patience washed carefully from my soul
While servitude has become my must-play role
Why have I become a bitter person?

Was it not I  who was full of vigour some years ago?
Then why has circumstances and events made me so?
I'm not afraid to make this confession. No, I'm not
For denying myself the freedom truth brings has made me rust

I've been spiteful, seeking vengeance and expecting apologies!
Wanting to correct every wrong and be free of those worries
Being used and abused in all ways because I let them
I see the devil behind their looks and I still hold on to their hem

Believing and trusting the love I express will be reciprocated
Confusing vile hard thrusts with love thought to be unadulterated
Heartbreaks became dirts in my skin that couldn't be washed
And the aftermath was pains that didn't wanna be rushed

Everyone's had a role to play and has left their marks
Some are sores I'm still nursing, others memories I hold dear to heart
I've consoled myself many times by saying "Que sera sera"
It's high time I took an action that'll truly put behind that era

So now I'm just going to act and play the game "wild and free"
And I implore everyone who knows about my sooty pasts to let me be
This newly found freedom has a temperament that wildly burns,
And I'm going to take each day brightly or as it comes!
Temitope Popoola Sep 2013
My life has taken another course,
Every emotional thread squeezed of its strength
Bravery and patience washed carefully from my soul
While servitude has become my must-play role
Why have I become a bitter person?

Was it not I  who was full of vigour some years ago?
Then why has circumstances and events made me so?
I'm not afraid to make this confession. No, I'm not
For denying myself the freedom truth brings has made me rust

I've been spiteful, seeking vengeance and expecting apologies!
Wanting to correct every wrong and be free of those worries
Being used and abused in all ways because I let them
I see the devil behind their looks and I still hold on to their hem

Believing and trusting the love I express will be reciprocated
Confusing vile hard thrusts with love thought to be unadulterated
Heartbreaks became dirts in my skin that couldn't be washed
And the aftermath was pains that didn't wanna be rushed

Everyone's had a role to play and has left their marks
Some are sores I'm still nursing, others memories I hold dear to heart
I've consoled myself many times by saying "Que sera sera"
It's high time I took an action that'll truly put behind that era

So now I'm just going to act and play the game "wild and free"
And I implore everyone who knows about my sooty pasts to let me be
This newly found freedom has a temperament that wildly burns,
And I'm going to take each day brightly or as it comes!
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