Let me start by saying:
Happy Sunday
Happy New Month
Happy Independence Day Nigerians!

It has been a while since I tried anything in the Poetry department but in the spirit of everything that October 1, 2017 represents, I decided to put something on my scroll!

Also, I am a great lover of the Olympian gods after reading the five stories of Percy Jackson and the Olympian gods. I have read each of the stories at least six times. So I decided to henceforth spice up my poems with tidbits of their stories. Someone once asked me for my style of writing and I replied- SIMPLICITY!

So, whether you love poems or not…you will love this because it is simple to understand.



The one thing that keeps us together
When everything else seems to have failed
When the actions and inactions
Of many are trying to break us
Lies in a box
It is a fluttering frail thing
It keeps urging us to go on
It is what makes us want to start a new day
Even after hearing that the Typhon is stirring
Or when it seems that the dark clouds of uncertainty is hovering
Hovering like a sword of Damocles
This fluttering frail little thing has been our strength

Some have opened the box where it lies in and let it out
But many have refused to open it
These days we can feel the box getting cold and the fluttering frail little thing getting colder.
But we must not give up on it
So that the past efforts of our heroes and present efforts of our patriots
Shall not be in vain.

So, let us give our boxes to Hestia
The goddess of hearth
For it is here that it shall find warmth
And the warmth shall keep us going
Let us not be tempted to open our Pandora’s box
For in it lies HOPE- the fluttering frail little thing that keeps humanity going!



A quick rejuvenating dose by Panacea. The year is coming to an end and many are giving up on their hopes for the year because of the limes life has thrown them this year. Panacea reminds us of how we can make Limca out of the limes.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

On countless occasions have I watched boxing matches-Mohammed Ali Vs Fraiser Joe, notably Mayweather Vs Manny Pacquiao. One thing that fascinates me is how punches are thrown and how they are dodged. When in the ring, the boxers are always focused on their opponents, facing them in the face and trying to make a point out of them. I’ve taken my time to steadily study the attitude of boxers on the ring and I was able to deduce that one thing that keeps them going is their focus and ability to take charge of opportunities.

Life is exactly like a boxing match. You have the tendency of winning and losing; many punches of hatred, difficulties and turmoils are thrown towards you. Even the shout (spectators hails) of double standards are spoken into your ears, but you can only win if you take the best out of those punches.

One of my best matches is the match between Mayweather and Manny Pacquiao. Mayweather was so defensive but technical, he took opportunities of only the important situations and got a better chance of the game, though his punches were less compared to that of Manny but they were strong and precise. Even Manny acclaimed he thought he won the match. I was furious and mad at the decision, I even branded the result as “OJORO”(cheat) but later I understood that Mayweather took advantage of Manny’s strength (throwing punches) by being defensive and threw powerful punches at the slight opportunities he got.

Life will always throw punches at you whether you like it or not. You must receive those powerful but never allow them break you. You have to be defensive and dogged, you have to understand that life that though life throws punches to bring you down, you also can take opportunity of those punches with all doggedness to the extent that even life will be amazed at the outcome of your actions.

Those who fear life’s punches are destroyed by them, those who wisely receive and exploit them are alive because they made lemonade out of lemons. This is a lesson we must hold on to, it is a lesson we must never forget, that no matter how life punches us we must never set off our eyes from the goal.
We must never be perturbed, life does these things to build and shape us for the wonderful life ahead, but if we end up losing in that ring (earth), it is because we do not believe in the capacity of what we can do in that ring.

Winning a match isn’t just about throwing punches (as evident in Mayweather Vs McGregor), it is knowing when to take punches, studying the movement of the opponent, making a deceptive move and then throwing a powerful punch. It is not the number of punches that matters but the precision with which they are delivered. If life throws punches at you, you can throw yours back at it by never giving up.

Opportunity will present itself in disguise, this is because it is embedded in the ferocious, risky and venturesome blows of life, but when you understand life’s blow as a blessing in disguise, study the movement that warrants it, the situations around it, making a mesmerizing n dicey movement(taking risks) in that ring, with that, summing all your wit and power in your own blow, and sending it at a right time, you’ll be amazed to see that that which you have unleashed is an atomic bomb and you have won in the match against life.



It’s been a very long time. I won’t even try to offer an excuse for my absence has been nothing but laziness. 

Here is a beautiful poem by a friend who after scolding me for my laziness decided to drop something. Thanks Molayo.

She gave it to me 

I threw it away

She said it’s a jewel

But I saw it as a smirch
Treasures are meant to be kept 

In the hidden places far from the eyes of men 

Chaos is not far from its reach 

Disguising itself as a gift. 
My heart is dirty they say

But it houses many treasures untold 

Laying in layers within me concealed

Hoping one day I’ll let them go
Call me not useless

Cos I am actually useful

In me is a depth of untold valuables 

A master showpiece yet to be designed 

My dark ways has taught me the importance of light

The TRAVAIL  has taught me to triumph 

I sought to the needful when needed 

My voice rehearsing a victorious song 
Though I might be dry as a desert

But in me is oases of greatness

You may see me crude inside out 

I am actually in my refining moment 
Even though they see it as a journey with no destination, 

As a forlorn hope, 

I will guide it with utmost consciousness,

Guard it with all might,

 nurture it with all patience 

And hope it ends up fruitful.