"minna" poems
Running rings around thirteen hours of opera
I sit spell-bound absorbing the angry music
Suppressing an urge to re-conquer Poland
Music a direct expression of world’s essence
**** passion means Israel is Wagner-free
Tristan and Isolde unplayed before Ludwig
Love and death and passion for Mathlde
Eros and Thanathos that predate Freud
Arthurian love story interrupted by Minna
Overwhelming influence frustrates his peers
Worried that his brilliance is simply anger
That guarantees you feel undead tonight.
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 9:27 AM UTC
Recently I was reminiscing on my past and I discovered that I may not have known God personally as my saviour, but I understood the principle of "Writing your own destiny/The power of your words and imaginations ", or maybe I thought I did
For those who studied in Nigeria, in junior high school we had a subject called 'Business studies' , and one course in it was learning how to read and write SHORTHAND.
I was really terrible in that stuff, so much so that, all I thought of was how I was going to pass that subject in the last junior certificate exams (JSCE).
On the day of our exam, I turned to the page where we were required to translate in English, a passage written in shorthand. There and then, I knew I had no idea of anything, but I can't leave my paper blank. NO WAY.
JUST FOLLOW ME.. you'll know what i wrote
Same thing happened in university. An impromptu test was given of which I was not prepared for.
Another challenge of not writing anything stood before me again.
I simply remembered my secondary school days and to be honest, this is what I wrote( I may not remember word for word, but I'll give a brief summary of the intro)..
"Dear examiner, do you know that Jesus loves you? If you dont, allow me to use this medium to tell you so, since I have no idea of the answer to your question."
So on and so forth...I made sure I shared the little I knew on God's love
Yea.. I think in the one of my JSCE, I remember adding this line
' I know this paper will be marked in minna, so if you are a Muslim don't penalize me for talking about my God on this exam answer sheet '. Funny right ?
I wasnt born again then, however I was by the time same repeated itself in university.
Now guess what!! Surprisingly, I didn't fail these courses. I got an overall B in business studies and a 6/10 in that course in university (I Have a colleague who can testify to this )
I don’t think I understood why I did so in Junior high, but since I got a good result, I thought of it the moment I was faced with same cross road at university (PLEASE DON'T TRY THIS O).
NOW I CLEARLY DO!!. What worked there was the PRINCIPLE OF IMAGINATIONS/SPOKEN WORDS, in the bid to writing your own destiny.
Never ever give into failure-- NEVER.
Failure is only a thing of the mind. If you allow the thought consume you, in no time, your life will become a living reality of your thoughts and words
Whenever you are at the crossroad and failure seems to be starring at you right in the face, choose life, choose success, choose anything but failure-- and ACT IT
You may call my experience luck, but I want to believe that it was this principle that worked for me- I believed what I did was going to get me in the clear, and sincerely speaking it did (Mark 11:23)
I choose success
I choose prosperity
I choose victory
I choose affluence
I choose any and every good thing God can give, because I will never settle for anything LESS
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 10:59 AM UTC
The cold night’s howling wind was touching my face during the ride on rolling wheels with thinking heart, on the roads of Minna—the western bypass.
I was with two eager eyes and two lonely palms when I left my sister’s café to you, somewhere around 8:45pm
Some minutes later I saw the gas station sitting at the peace of your neighborhood in that sunless dark hour with quiet moon in half majesty.
The gas station was scanty, maybe due to the hour.
And I saw that fruit-seller whose art of arranging fruits is always something to marvel upon.
I was glad to witness how great distance reduced into yonder, bringing two hearts closer.
I took a right turn, passed that small women saloon on the walkway,
Then down the road to your parents' house.
I saw you and finally my lonely palm held another lonely palm like we were reading love poems in the touch.
My eager eyes saw you—you walking art of the Divine.
I saw those brows and eyes that I placed above mine.
The cold you caught last week denied my ears the clearness of your voice, but my heart heard it all.
It was feminine, sweet, delicate, sweet, melodious, sweet. My best song is this voice, yes. It is sweet.
Seconds dissolved quickly, birthing minutes until I must say goodbye, and unhold, and unsee. I knew that closeness will again turn to yonder, and it will extend, and distance will be in between our hearts again.
Upon leaving I saw the headlights as they were uniting with the working streetlights of your neighborhood, unlike the faulty ones standing at my side of Minna.
A truck approached us and I crossed the road backwards, so I can watch you laugh and walk away.
That reckless act was done by the union of the romantic in me and my inner child. If it had led me to injuries or to freedom from mortality, wouldn't that have been a good way to go? From a night ride on western bypass to see you, to a soul’s night flight to heaven watching you.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 1:53 AM UTC