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Hey you! Yes you, no more reasons to take your  own life, There are so many things to live for, Don't die in style tonight, Cause if I make you happy I don't need to do more, You're not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness, But you gotta stop this suicide thought madness.                                                                                                          saefhenryosas

Son, I wish I could wake up and see you standing there. Then I would know that it was just a nightmare. Son, I remember when you were small and how you would hold my hand,  and as you grew older you became my best friend. Son, I have 29 years of memories that I will treasure and keep safe in my heart. We share a bond that time and distance can never break apart. Son, oh how my heart aches so. I would love to have you back and never let you go. Son, where there was happiness,  now there is sadness. Son, how I long to hear your voice and see your beautiful smile  and have you back for just a little while. Son, until that day I see you again,  I will look to the sky and search among the stars for my son and best friend. Love, Mom Barbara J. Rouse

Baby don't move until I say you move, For the love I have for you is crowned with prime, What my tongue speaks my account can prove, Please tell me that you got some time. Oh please gone are those days Davido, Just cut the chase I only whine for the doe, Spray me the cash or away you go, Don't want no love you should already know. Holy shit could it be the money I got, Could it be the bottles I pop, Thought the feelings were mutual apparently it's not, Can be naughty too we party till the panties drop. I am O.B.O I move money in a bullion van, So regardless would have sprayed you the cash, Bitch go get yourself some other plan, You a hoe so I'll be out in a flash.                                                                                              saefhenry osas Original lyrics by davido:

She who is wise in all grace Learned and dignified by her royal lace Chosen by the forebears themselves To be the custodian and protector of The Edo heritage and peoples She who was destined to be queen Right from the womb . For it is said : Aise agbon rrio oba Ehimwin ake rrio re. She who has taken over from grandmother, iye wven ni ye Whose strength surpasses that of a panther . She who sees both yesterday and tomorrow May your reign know no sorrow . She who we all, call Jemimah May your fame and prosperity Echo In distant lands and borders. May your coming as Iye the second Be Long and Peaceful Ise!! #age #birth #love #benin #princess #love #saefexperience #saefpoem #saef       Saefhenry osas

How well do you know about poetry? 10 Questions to Test your Poetry Knowledge by My Poetic Side Let's test your poetic side.         Saefhenry osas

Bitcoin, my true cause of mood swings, Married you at an all-time high,  And what then do you bring?  That my anger shouldn't kill you with my eye.  I cannot trust banks I know,  But they don't pump and dump,  The disappointment I bear made me left them so,  Then you invaded with a 70% pump.  You told me you loved me,  And quickly inflated my savings,  Even got me a house and entangled me to thee.  So I can buy more of what spot is craving.  Now I dare not open my wallet,  My blockfolio mocks me to the moon,  You left me for the whale's cos of their pocket,  Hearing John McAfee changes the tune,  Oh! my bitcoin as your colors did fly,  Will you ever be back at all time high?                                                             saefhenryosas

Watching the guys play basketball was pretty amazing and appealing to the eye. I enjoyed every bit of the action as I got more and more engulfed into the game. It seemed as if everything, everyone, everywhere, there was always something new to learn, everything we did had a connection to life and the essence of living. As usual, Y'all know I'd always love to take photos of the ballers. So I got my phone out and took some photos. I watched as this guys battled for the ball from one end of the court (that's what they called it haha) to the other, to put the ball in the basket of the opponent. LIFE AS A BASKETBALL The aim of one team was to put the ball in the basket to score a point and it was the duty of the other team prevent. Look, take a look at life and all its challenges and take a look at one team trying to prevent the other from scoring. What do they have in common? They are both obstacles preventing one from achieving their goal. These guys were determined to score

Figuratively speaking, sunset is the time in one's life which could be said to be the final period. The closing stages of a person or things life could also be referred to a one's sunset. A sunset for me is a time of the day when the bright and shining sun disappears beneath the western horizon.  MY PHOTO STORY So it was as always my usual day of total stress and no fun except sometimes when I am able to play football (soccer) which I enjoy doing so much. So sitting in front of the school hostel and reminiscing about moments I spent in the house as a young child won't so less problem like now where I have to read and pass exams "by force" and do an academic project that is not so fun so far,xd. Then this beautiful view came along and of course, I wouldn't resist freezing the view in a photograph and even me not having my mobile phone with me won't stop me.  Now guys, don't laugh to hard but I went after the beauty hehe. I began to follow

Like cankerworms, They have eaten the womb of the nation, They promised happiness in various forms, At the end we are left with damnation, How then can youths fashion the future? Living here is a certain kind of torture. This is no place else but Nigeria, Where the motto says peace and unity, But division,negativity and tribalism is the main criteria, To eat, live and serve any office community, Fulani herdsmen are above the law and he knows why, The man who only keeps count of how many times we cry. Living in Nigeria alone is a way to die, Yet we walk by each other like we have nothing to say, But you must die as well as I, So why can't we fight for the same thing in every way? We got to face up our fears and look to ourselves, Only then does it make sense to pray and try to make amends. Green lands are for children to play, Tribalism our minds must wash away, Barren lands are for coffins to lay, Where all hopes has died away, I

There is a swelling storm, What ensues shall for itself perform, I'm caught up in the middle of it all, Up the ladder and down the wall, And it takes control, A sort of besom that clears my soul. The person that I thought I was I shot her dead because, The girl I used to know, Will never stay content on the low, Or watch a young heart fail, Whenever storms assail.' Good thing there is a light To dwell in solemn shades of endless night. Even in the dark I feel its warmth, In my hands, and my heart, Why can't I hold on? When that greater dream had gone. It comes and goes in waves, It always does, it always does, We watch as our young hearts fade, Into the flood, into the flood, The freedom of falling, Whipped by the storm, screaming and calling. A feeling I thought was set in stone, I let them stray, I thought of myself alone, I let it slip through my fingers, Now every lasting effect of you lingers, I'm trying hard to let go Whether i

Who is the genius??? I remember back then in school,2015 to be precise, was with my reading partners studying for our final exams. A fresher from God knows where just came by asking what 7x13 was. Honestly I was expecting a cold reply from my sociology friend,instead she was like; ''7x13??? errmmm errmmm come ooo how does the answer affect our environment? U should focus on exploring the organization of knowledge production in systems biology, which is a research approach that brings together biologists, physicists, engineers, mathematicians and computer scientists in novel interdisciplinary arrangements not what 7x13 is. I was dumbfounded,as her reply was totally off point and uncalled for. Just as i was about to laugh and scold fash at the same time, my other mate in person of Loyce made matters worse. Loyce is a political scientist. And so,he started; Fasola Nooo!!! Noo!!! Nooo!!! Listen to my argumentum propentum, u see, 7*13 looking at it from the poli

HE 4 SHE One stereotype here another there, Calls what ought to be a human right a privilege, To seek out sorrow that dwells everywhere, Rights and freedom, over sacrilege. Do you need the opposite sex to validate your self-worth? Being glad about a new foolish quiet mirth. Men sometimes don’t realize gender inequality is their issue too, They see expressing emotions as a sign of weakness, The injuries that to yourself you do, A little bit of outlaw, a little bit of Jesus. Why can’t men express emotions and be what they please? A buoyant Spirit and a heart at ease. Men who need women to get their shit together are not attractive, Women who need men to be happy are spoilt little imps, Would that your brain was as active, You will realize the difference between a child and a shrimp, Why should everyone learn to cook and do household chores? So you feed yourself, your loved ones and be self-dependent. I had a friend who became a stranger,

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Nigerian National Unity There Are Only Two Tribes In Nigeria: rich and poor.  Tribalism is not our problem. Tribalism and religion are artificial problems created by selfish leaders for their own personal interest. There are only two major tribes in Nigeria. The Elites and the Masses. Once you make lots of money, you belong to the elite tribe. When you are a commoner or suffering, you belong to the tribe of the masses. If you are an elite, and you need more power, or elective position, you sow seeds of tribalism and religion among the masses, so as to sway their emotion for your personal victory. This happens at both the national and state level. Unfortunately, after the election when they have won and joined their “sworn enemies” to drink and party, the gullible masses continue to fight each other. ‎ Even smart people who belong to the masses, sometimes will sow seeds of tribalism and religion among the masses, and then the masses will carry them up until they belong t

POSTED ON AUGUST 23, 2017                   Live a life Lend a hand Bend a kneel Cross your four with a one Speak your mind Listen before you talk Talk after you’ve listened Give and await no return Laugh with those who value your worth Cry with those that mourn When confuse, ask questions. So your life won’t be miserable For dying young is terrible. And when they ask you How you do it? Tell them you’ve found peace within! And remember to pray for guidance From a higher power. Pa Shakespeare