MUSIC- ON THE OTHER HAND

MUSIC- ON THE OTHER HAND

Fellows; music remains the type of literature that has greatly influenced man and his society. It can be seen as the breath of human emotions and beliefs. It has worked a lot of miracles in the past, present and even the future; like in the story of how it brought saul back to life.
It has survived through ages, but fortunately or unfortunately, the values of every age have always survived in changing its sound. Thereby, giving it diverse branding and more branches
As it arrived our age, it took mostly the form of rnb,hiphop and dancehall. Though, the composition never changed.
Music is meant to pass a message (its value to the audience) and influence (its value to the singer). They now seem to have abandoned the message but instead they listen because everybody is listening. If only they could pause to check out the message, perhaps the praises will get well channeled. Nowadays, a lot of
Or this cause, we have decided to offer you the messages popular musics pass only on pages77.wordpress.com

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DREAM

Dream
A depiction of mine
Yet I might fail to recall
Consequence, of my versatile mind
When would I ever stop
For I was never willing
Encounters with the dead,
Strange, but I never realized
Gold I might have
But really all seems a mirage
Recall that I might surfer nightmare
My escape, as swift as the wind
For I resort to wake
Maybe someday
I might not escape
I wish it be not the mares
Dream
A depiction of mine
Vision might it be
Would I ever realize?

Oguntuase oladele

OUR ORDEAL IN SAMBISA FOREST

OUR ORDEAL IN SAMBISA FOREST

It was one of those cold nights; we were like walking blankets as we retired to the dormitory. Obviously, we longed for our various beds, to get lost in its warm embrace. Our pace depicted anxiety, but the terrific noises stopped us suddenly. It kept us away; making us linger in the cold longer than we ever wanted. The gun shot brought the assurance of danger; we took off like athletes. The race for survival was on and just like in the Olympics only the usain bolts made it to survival.
As we were gathered and made to sit on the grasses outside the dormitories, we never minded to obey immediately we recognized the guns. They marched those who were lucky to have tasted the warmth of their beds out to join us. Sisters, friends, classmates, school mothers and their daughters held tight to each other shedding tears out of the fear of getting raped or killed. At that point, every other possible outcome seemed better. But we weren’t saved by tears. The headlight moving towards us handed us confusion. Immediately it stopped few meters from us, we were bundled onto the rear. It was then we recognized the headlight’s bearer. The space was far too small for us to fit in but that is only if they cared about our convenience. Sitting on one another’s laps, we began the journey to God knows where, the lorry was rickety, it moved reluctantly, made annoying noises and worst of all, the black smoke from the exhaust pipe kept suffocating us. Though we all had our hands over our mouths and noses, we still coughed at intervals.
The sun had only begun her west bound journey when the lorry got relieved of its suffering. As we jumped down one after the other, we recognized the place as nowhere. In obedience we began to march into a very thick forest. Only the sound of sticks breaking and that of leaves rustling beneath our feet prevailed. We were in their company at every side. Our cries have been choked by puzzlement. At first, our journey seemed to be an endless one because we sighted nothing at the horizon.
We have been expected by our strange looking hosts, the cleared area was carefully guarded with barbed wires which could be seen in its struggle of keeping away the bushes. We were ordered to sit on the ground; we noticed their pleased countenances as they looked in our direction. In no time they gave us hijabs and asked us to put it on.
A tall skinny man emerged from one of the huts. He was mean and had a wicked look on his face. He began his speech with” asalam alaikum” which he got no reply to; his speech was delivered in Hausa language, so only few of us were in luck. Part of his speech that captured my attention was;
“You are all chosen by Allah to protect Islam…………………….. Education is a brainwash and a trick into slavery by the white men. All they do is to corrupt your minds with their rotten beliefs……………. This war is for all of us, Islam must stand ALLAHU AHKBAR!”
He did his best in condemning the government, quoting from the Koran most of the time.
From that day on, we lived a very secluded and strange life. We got married to any one of them that chose us. We were never expected to say anything; we only had to nod in agreement to anything they say. We were devoured like dogs. Some days, our hopes would return at hearing that the armies were getting closer, only to lose it at last. We were shipped out like merchandises into Niger and Cameroun. We were their sex objects, human shields, suicide bombers and maids. We returned to freedom one after the other either through escape or recovery by the soldiers. It is a happy ending but not for most of us.

FEATURES OF A TYPICAL YAHOO BOY

FEATURES OF A TYPICAL YAHOO BOY

Do you know that my friend’s father as an internet fraudster disowned his son for refusing to go to school because he wanted to follow his dad’s footsteps.

INTERNET ORIENTED: He does everything online. He can never part with his iphone and subscription. He believes in them and never sees himself doing any other thing in life.

LAZY: They can never do any physical job; like moving heavy things, farming, building, clearing etc

UPDATED: They know what happened now.

CAN’T MANAGE: You ll always know when they are broke.

LAU LAU SPENDING: But once they make little money they do everything to showcase it.

I DEY HOUSE: They don’t play football, watch matches, go to church , visit friends etc they are always at home except on club nigts.

NFA: No future ambition

ONCE RICH: They are only rich once in a while

ONCE BITTEN ONCE SHY: They never learn their lesson from their days of being broke

FIVE REASONS NIGERIAN CELEBRITIES LIVE FAKE

Today, fame has become a do or die affair. Celebrities can do anything to sell and remain in the industry.
Go naked on screen
Sleep around
Turn gay
They believe that once they do it abroad it’s totally amazing. Still they refuse to accept the same whites as their superior.
Now take a look at these lists, and then add yours

 

THEY HAVE TO GIVE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT
it doesn’t matter if it’s out of their league, once people will like it they are game.
FROM DESIRE TO IYANYA.
AMERICANA
They have become whiter than the whites. As long as they eat Chinese food, shawarma, hot dog and so on abroad they must eat it, when it comes to that they have no preference.

THEY MUST BE WHAT THEY PREACH
Cynthia morgan must show her own German juice. No tattoo? -Are you really an artist? As the prostitute in her last movie, she has to wear pants to the premiere.
AS A SURE BOY, THEY GATS TU GBA GBA!

 

THEY NEVER WANT TO LEAVE THE PICTURE

They keep stunting, saying craps to linda to remain controversial. Things like; I don’t wear pants and so on
EDUN WOULDN’T MIND FALLING OFF THE STAGE.

GREAT EXPECTATIONS
They have to put up with living above their means. Fans expect them to use the latest everything.

edun