WIBENATURE

HOLYWORDS   by Gbadegesin Akeem Ayodele   A thought may be delayed by the thinkers   A word may be stammed by the speakers  The tale of the holy grails may be starved  In the story of the apostles epistles.   One day a word may be slammed by the listeners  Another day a word may be dimmed by the weakers   The tale of the holy books may be stirred  In the story of the apigentles giblets.  An holy splits make a wonder in the seekers  A day of suffering yardstick a century pains  The narration of an ant in the mount Zion  Each carries the holyegg or the salvation globe.   A pious word may meet out the larva from the core  A command may stone the hottest liquids of the Brandeis  The verses of the root of the Hollywood is the holywords  In the stage of world where everyone bears the witness.   All things are precious to the seekers of knowledge  In a thing ma...

CORRECTIONS When I was little in age I thought only a road led to the markets. When I was a kid I thought every roads led to the markets. When l was a child I thought a masquerade we're from heaven. When I was mind free I thought all mankind's were equal at weight pans. When my journeys were few I thought the drillings are the punishments. When my experiences were minger I thought exercises are penalties. Thanks to the givers of strengths At the childhoods. Who dictated the drillings for offences. The show called rewards and punishments are correctional facilites for future. Before sentence to death, the bride and groom must be guilty in bloodies. Asked a trained soldier when he firstly seated in the wind for a balance, in his kid life. Good exercises are penalties to all kids in the childhoods but a correction of all ages. Barking dogs are preaded attentions, the braided sheep nodded the consequences.

The crowns covered the heads As the caps fit heads never the kneels. The craziness will never will a cap the bottom. The laziness will never wear a trouser on, from head. Nudeness is an heritage of heaven, covering clothes is made of the beings.  The skin and hairs are great covering for the animates. The minds and mouths keep out of the trashes will soon be opened. The sealed liquored bottles the opener is the minds and mouths. A drop of wine displaced into a devil drones. Water needs to flow, the wind is blown shifty. As the bullets sprayed across the road in the city market as in the war fronts. The pediatians were cursed to fell for the sins of the trades. The actions query the king and chiefs. In the two homes I always resided all the times. It seems there is mine before existence and after l am. The fitr here before and always here forever and ever. The day is here already as yesterday, today and tomorrow. Nothing is happening always had been here and there. The fasting is li...

Kinds of clothes Made the costumes of a great masquerade. Kinds of knives Played the butches of a huge mammalian. Kinds of veggies Made the forests of thickest jungles. Kinds of relishes Made the man of the rag movic malady in mind. Kinds of words Made up the meaningful satiric conversation. Kinds of works Gave the opportunities to the career beings. In the costumes the anatomies merely knocked away as the shadow life. Kinds of traditions Made the beings of experienced sages of the times. Kinds of people Showed the types of behaviours in the markets. Kinds of colours Showed the lights of an enlightened men. Kinds of stones Are called the precious gems of the Earth. Inside the darkness there are wealth bring light to show the colours.

The mosquitos bite  You feel it's pains. The relatives pin your skin You thought the parts. The termites will devour You will never shield it. The wealths you loss You feel sad all the time They will keep beside your carcass it will meaningless. You will now become a status A call to be moved by carrying. The body that feeling weather Will no longer thermometing. The voiceful mouth will turn to be voiceles, The shy beings will be shameless The spirit departs its body The shelsl will be dumped  Once the snails are in spirits. Why care about a lost? Why wheel for a gain? Why dribble to acquire world? You are multiple in life You are single in dead. Life is a light to show many things, but dead is a shadow need nothing. We give them the peace They beckon in war. We request their air blow our peppered eyes. They blow into our eyes with peppered mouths. We ask of a help They help in robbing spikes. The birth had pained and joyed As death gave sadness and stories. I will become a st...

Salivate as much to conquer The taste your dishes. Sweat as much to retardiate The nerves of your stresses. Count as much to bless The soul and your spirits. Manage as much to live-long In the surface of the Earth. Give as much to acquire The needs of the existing. Look as much to see The fanthom of the shadow. Keep as much to gain The accessible roots of the secrets. Prepare as much to tackle The worried sides of the Peace. Bold as much to be contented The wants of the world markets. Paste as much to show The games of chances in your breaths. Throw as much to safe The digging trenches of enemies short to curtain a slippery bit. Grind as much to slice easily The toughest tails of the tigers. Manage as much to enjoy The living of the wisdoms.

EWE ATI EGBO IWOSAN APA KINNI EWE KUKUNDUKU, EWE ANAMO, (Ipomoea batata) 1. JEDIJEDI A o se lagbo pelu omi lasan. A ma mu ni aagasi kokan lemeta loju mo. 2. INAJIJO ARA TABI OMI GBIGBONA JIJO. A o lo isu idi ewe anamo a o ma file oju ibi ti nkan to jo eni na. 3. ITOJU OJU TOPON ATI TOWA OMI . A o ge isu anamo keekeke si inu omi leyi wakati kan a o mi fisi oju naa  igba gbogbo. 4. KI ARA LE MA DAN DADA. A o gun ewe tabi isu anamo mose a o ma fiwe. 5. TITOJU ATI IDENA JEJERE A o re isu anamo tabi sise isu ati ewe re logbo a o ma mu a o si ma fiwe oju re ti o bati je jade. Mimu lemeta loju mo. 6. ILERA ALABOYUN ATI OYAN FUN OMO OWO. Jije anamo ni tutu fun alaboyun le kookan titi yo do bimo ati eyin omo Bibi fun eroja fitami A. 7. ARUN ITO SUGA ATI ATOGBE. Jije iyofun isu anamo tabi sise je fun eni na tabi jije ni tutu. A letter ma lo gbogbo e papo. Tori opo fibre to le ni 77% ti ki pare mo omi. 8. KI ARA MAJIPEPE Bi o se wa ni oke no 7. 9. ARA WIWU TABI ARA DI...

A long the ways up, the roads are unevenly made, untided ways to being affectioned. The series of package of the styles to way uneventful roads. Fashion colleges, the weavers make in lengthening, the Dyer's tie in yards and soak to dye into colourful clothes yards. The sewers cut in pieces to shape, join on joining give the styles. An accepted slogan must be wardrobed and cloth dyed, the impotent must watch his master yam plantation in the water table. Where are the roads market? They are never known, the gruesomes started. A single matter turns to multitask. The mouth that mounted are in mute. The mouth slides up and down in greasing of water to right and wrong a spirit. Mouth of the birds, the mouth of the fishes, the mouth of the reptiles, the mouth of being, the mouth that invite the masses, welcome and bye their farewell. I look far beyond my horizons in cardinating I see a single tree in the deserts who grew well, flowered and fruited greatly. The mouth that feule...

The water passed the mouth of the fishes were never meant for the family of gillette lifes. The defeacete times opened the thigh of the anus to pass.  The splitter of the heaven saliva on the sandy soil to mark on the allocated parts of yours. The ages spoke fastest than the days in counting, the grey hairs and wrickled cheesed chins. The rags taced to the bin would kissed on naked fire, that warned the masquerade out of the forge. The clocks ticked the times to the events, the jingling noted by the people to aware a destiny. The builders were just on the orders of the might God, if they weren't, all are waste, in the waste of time on struggles. The goods are the tormenting of the past and the pains of the love, as crude ore fire to duct to gold. The possession could never kill the wisers but it may never be archieved in time, call a sage a slogan to be end a day. The beauty of a life is the fairness of the life spans, never how longs but how fairs. It is never a colour...

White page of white paper As plain as the my mind  I hold a piece to be peaceful Piece of note I hold I most be in peace. White paper I hold I wrote my name on With a fainting pen and blue ink. My family's name on the peace On the white rock of age. A plan always aheads any work Page of paper pays and says, The future of the exited place On the white paper of ado. Tell the story of sages In the lake of the wages The moment danced to the music On the same stage of adieu. Paint the white paper In a polychrome images. The true of the matters will never Beyond the imagined mind. Wait to see the blinking Of the carbs on a white cards  You will stand as a boat pole Besides the patient river. Watch well observe well The white paper patterns of fibres. The magic of the figures Were done in binding bonds. Impression makes a page. The wisdoms are plained whitelight with Images of the colours. The moulding of the colours result to the lightless of the pages. A cleared sky wit...

One day in the month of Ramadan I had no Kobo to kiss the iftau. One day in the month of revealation I had no naira to marry the suhur. That days I become a begger. That days I touch the sore of borrowing in a dome of lenders. Looking for credits in denial is a blessing of the heaven to the Earth.  The days I see the daufters in the strangled survival mode.  The days I begged without bragged for a packed of charcoal to cook a meal. The days I picked without pained from discarded charcoal from the catered Heath's in the suburbs times. The days I did never think of what to eat but what I see. The days I had never known what to do but what come to do. The days it revealed the pangs and pains of the destitute. I took those days as an honoured hours of a great blessing of the nature. I saw the traces of days in the eyes ball of my offsprings. I was always saying "hamudullah"

The time to asleep I could never make awake. The time to awake I could never make aware. The time to sojourn I could never make adjourn. The time to seek life I could never take one. The time to relax I could feel the return. To the young ages The ladder ways up to the top. I left all credentials To redress in the early games. The time to read I could feel the restart of life. The time of disappointing I could meet the repackage. The time makes a jackpot I could see all numbers a luck. The time I am alive I could restart again again. The time is never too late I could be kind and generous The time may be little I could do a lot again and again. What had started a journey Had never been oblated. The time of aged era Alike as the recent in emblishing. The sun is never changed in rising and in setting, The thousands of years the moon is the same.

Let the head thinks In the mist of madness, I am never crazy but only In the pond of madness. Let the hands ink In the large of lagging, I am never scribed but only In the pool of the calligraphy. Let the helps come In the time of entrangles, I am not sick but only In the pit of struggles. Let the safety be In the dreams of jinx war, I am not saved but only In the patrons of their spear. Let the hold their spears In the league of the water world I am asleep to wage the war In the voice of bombs on hearing. Let them burst away In the mist of envies and hatreds I am not planned a war but only In the middle of the relationship. Let them see the little pin their minds in the bloody war. I am the winner by my hands and mouth's voices. I am winned.

I see myself in a mirror I watch myself in my words I see what I did with my eyes Here I am in my world I do never see anything  Except I with my arts. My self centered makes My circumhabiting. My self point traces My circumbulating. I see I am a major creature Who loves selfless services. Giving without expecting Looking mindless of watchers. A volunteer for his lengthening Lifetime. I see the sky always as a peace I imagine every leave to be olive leaf. I see my heart to be thrilled of the theaters. My blood stream has been flown in peace.

It is a warfare It is safety tools Very sharp to flesh It cuts with both sides. It is the head That sharp indefinite, It is the hands That strength the sword. It is the heed That made the missions. It is really hands That length out head. The drama of the dreams Lie on the Images. The dancing of the dooms Lie on the severity of the wars. The battlefield of the words Differed to the sword rages The mental fares are amongs The metal costs of a warrior. Kudos to the creator of world Thanks to the sages of words Glory to the swords as warfare Great great to the hand's holders. The struggles bring a ware The tips of the swords pointed Swords blades boom in blood The conquor is the swords.

The farmers plant and harvest for the aliens of the Heaven and Earth. The Carvers design and embellish the media for the users in the world. The vendors supply and sell in the market to any consumers at point of the trades. The clothes weavers interlace and dye for the masquerading in the stages of world. The authors think and scribe for the readers in the space of the sagas. The artists draw and paint his minds and moods to express his feelings for the interest buyers. The chanters sing and sweat for a person in his mist to feel the belongings. The drummers beat the percussion to the nearest and farest listeners. The smithers melt and mould the metals to meet the moment of the needies. The light of the heaven lits the inner room of every minds as a lighted room of a house. The earth is here as we knew before us, it will be here  after us. The tasks are in the everlasted Temples of the world. You walk All the life in a task to be forever, Bespoken works in human activit...

Egungun yi sora re Egun bi eyin osi  Egungun yi fura sirare Okuta bikaun osi Egungun makoja aye re Iyo loga awon yerupe Egungun yi mo iwo ara re Egungun bi Lebe si Tani je foju di Ladogba Ninu egungun. Ajobiewe akoni onijo ni Oga olokiti si ni Dasofunjo Ile gbogbo won Loje Ti o ni ogba oro. Ojetunde agbo ile Alagbaa Lo to wa. Se bi baba egungun ni Ile ti won se. Ba ba mo ki, Are-oje egungun Olori gbogbo areku jaye ni. Are-oje o! Ojelarinnaka o wa moju to Awon omo re ti nrin ihoho Woja yi. Omode iwoyi o naani a nwoso Reja mo, ekisa loku ti won wo. Are-oje o ! Ojekomologbon o wa mu atori  Fun omo alainitiju ti nboju bora Wa atori na awon alawose ti won ba oje lojuje. Are-oje o! Ojerinde omo aku lodo ma fara kan omi. Igbori, Omo ku nile kodaa pon Oku eko awon ni ijagudu akara. E fakara bomode tagba  Ki e fi Eko kowon logbon asa. Sebi odundun le ndaso fegun Ti ngbagere lara won. Are-oje o! Ke si, Are-ilu ko filu kowa lasa igbaye. Are-ilu ki opa bolu  O nfi ok...

It is an inky mouth The whiting tooth had been dyed Yet they clean their mouth Three times in a day. It is a bloody eye The neutral the eye's ball had been contaminated Yet they tear when they lament In the time of sobering. It is a bushy head's hair The natural growing hair had been attached Yet they lack appreciate the horses and moles in sacrifying it's hairs. It is a slipped sleep in a spot She pours out blood all over the place Yet she could never stop vomitting. She is behind the long time problems. It is an amazing grace She will bear his deeds in peeps Yet the loads is less heaviest to carry It will soon be weigh to lament out. They are closet to my heart They are in next breath to my spire Yet they are the warlords in my veins Soon my blood will flow of their body. The pairs of shoes are given to the Legs impairment to dance on stage. They take away the costumes of the masquerade at the ovationed time as their respire. They give hens to take cows, give ...

THE STONES OF STORIES  by Gbadegesin Akeem Ayodele  They marked the story of life It kept the stones to document The events of their fore fathers. They belong to the aborigin of  the kins as a father of the kings. They marked the story of a town It kept the records of the events The magic of the Establishment Is to be a learner at all costs To show the deciever in the garden. The magic of the Earth Is full documentation of the crabble. Stone crackers struggles to archieve The glory of the builder's senses, Keep the Earth to the Earth. One by one in collecting the pebbles One per day amounts to a hill of stones.  The trippled drops of the water become a pool. The smoking rubbish lits to a burnt litter. I did never drink liquors and beers But I do give to the gyms, I love this flowers giving to the Right spouses at right stages. The steps go with the rhythms. My mother breastfeed for years I breadfeed myself for some years The dreams feed me to grant my missions ...

It starts in visual studio to the dream The beats of the warriors sound As a thunderstorm on the rock of the top. This is a sign of the great battles in the field of life. In a nightmare the arms was given Later in the day the prophecies was brought to the heart of the warlords. The warlocks in the next night as a wedding night. The hunter lonely searched for Invaders on only one yard white wrapper. The warlords dead to the dream of wars, while the butties of the war remain. Their children must leave a legacy not as their forefathers lost in a wayward war. The curses fade to the great warriors. I am never being a laughter to the dreams of a white mansion, but the history most never repeat the dreams again like wars to whom who gave a war, the grudges to those kindle it's. The film of the family has been attached to the bloody war in the dreamscape. The winning windows lay on the bloody lullabia. Give a doll to the kids, give a day to be kind. A day off among the day the...

THE GIFTS AND DESTINY  by Gbadegesin Akeem Ayodele  Almost every new cloth becomes old and aged.  The cotton wool will fertile the land in return. Almost every old seeds regerminate to the seedlings.  A plant can never live the life of the seeds. Almost all new things becomes old only reemeblishing makes a life gains. A beat and rebeat make an inventor of an earliest time. Almost an incarnate of letters makes a word and th e world. Almost all records are astral destinated to manifest in a time. Always natural to see the springs of human being in emotional words. Always sure to sense the heat of the efforts to explore a feeling. Almost fall again and again the water that goes to a vapour. In beginning, the air create the fire,  the heat gives out of fire to bond as water, the larva cools to be rocks and earth, you're the weather. Almost fall again and on the traps that you make with your own hands.  Your creations that dwindle the future of your...

Best day to celebrate words Is the great poets page. The stage to serenate rhythms Is a good pledged place. Bring the shaving razors To the over growed head. Once the river is over flowed To call the sea swimmers to drive Deep. The believers dance to the rhythm In the shrines of the singers. Flowing of the words Intoxicate the audience. The wall of the ocean of Earth Build, winds to the pipes to Melody. The fan of the elephant ears Hears more by the steady listeners. The lips of the singers Slipped the mind of the heaven. Eyes lids of the spectators Watched the shows in closed eyes.

Give wine to the stomach Give wine to the flies Give nectar to the butterflies Give juice to the bees Give kolanut to the gods A god loves fried bean That god cheers wine a lot. The kolanut speaks as gods As the grain of sugar good for ants. The flies dies on pap and palm wine Give kolanut to the gods Let a god Inspires to gods In the mouth of aged cults The spirit talks to the spirits Bring kolanut to hear The spiritual words of the lords. Bring the grains of sugar To the floors to see the joy of crawls Bring calabash of palm wine To witness the fellowship of flies. Toss the kolanut to show the wisdoms. Come out of the throwing, Only an aged eyes see the dices, As the fest in the junction For goats and dogs joy.

When I got conscious of my mother was when I was being a vetim of devouring. I heard she laboured in pains gave birth to a baby, l was named  Aladeniyi, wanned for years in sleepless nights. I was told I was in comma for some hours on fifteenth day of my birth. She called I couldn't answer, my spirit had gone to a place. Thank God for my revivals, always all night vigils were not in vein. I gave her praising on the days I had springed all around at the day of child playing joy. At age of four, I couldn't walk around on second day in crippling for several months. My mom neglected the siblings to cuddle me on her back. You are there for me till my golden age. The child who downs her mom will be poverty forever. You are my money that I count every time. You buy all my needs every ages. Once you are here I will conut you, if you are absent I always mark you up. I had drunk from two spring faintains on your chest. My mother my money.

Some need silence While some require sound. An action need costumes While another request nudes. What war can solve Never be successful in peace. A war resembles inheritance But interlacing each other's. The drama of the pen to be A kind of swords to wage wars. The pen kills in million as a sword Just membed in pieces. Power of attorney is gruesome Before the potent of arms. Some of them require microscope  To see in life while Some of them can be seen in naked eyes. You toil to belong but  Some are looking for your presence.

A river flowed out of bank The waves of the ocean wind Out of the Sandy shore. The wise words spoke out of The idiots and indos mouths. A praise to the king as well As to his subjects in subtling. What a bigger received is a Multiple choice of the giver. A pin bore the way to link The reservour of the liquor Drop by drops the content will Be easily emptied. The sharped peg penterates easily Then blunt one. The sharpest razors blunt with  A stone cutting. The hardest diamonds crack  In wided glass cutting. Say no to wisdoms Say yes to wilderness. Where the wisdoms come by In the whole wilderness. The sweat goes to paradise Is the tiredness equals to hell. The roots of the booty Is their holy war  The waters of the Earth Show in veriety tastes. Different substances desolve In veriances. Get me right don't miss right. The tastes show the enconuterings.

The way I see the idols is the way i care about it's value. The way I mind the melodious beats is the way I rhythmize my steps to match. The way I understand my poems is the way I dose it to my audience. The way I taste this world it seems there is no other planets that possessed my favorite. The stories of the heaven seems to be faded in the garden of Eden. The creation of the heaven and Earth equals to paradise  and juggle of the hell. The idols are in all narrations to symbolize the points of the story-tellers. The prizes for the signs are praising, praise the nobles as goblins of the globe. The universe understands the whole craftworks words,scribes,carved and moulds 

A douth must never mix with a done. A true tips out the tricks of the falses. After the darkest nights the lights show up. Before raining there may be a cloudy sky, the rain is never a tricky tale. From the Earth the water the rain blesses landscapes. The iron ores were their crafts, the meteorites ahead the gods of thunders. The gods are uniqued beings, the crafty stories make their shrines to be alive, oiled, bled and watered. Atime flowered with foods from earth to earth. Hum every being is uniqued in the bore of the Earth.

We are never a visitor We know the left to right Wear the trousers from feets Hang our togos from head We are never a novice We step to the rhythm When percussion sparks in beats. Demised goat's skin sounds. We are never useless We sing for our joy. They cry and carry for a post We are never the sadists The tune of happiness In the pattling of prowls. Nightingale shots up till death We are never sent them As a butterfly in the Mallows. In the garden it's parading A butterfly lady. We are never count them As their teeth to be spincered. As their hands to be nailed in fencing. We are never care what They say what the fits. Count mouths to be Sixth and seventh Say crown fit and unfit. We are never listen to Their verbosed songs The rites of envious GISTS The war in will of the wailers. We are never cherried Their praises, with an hints In full of soothing limbs. By Gbadegesin Akeem Ayodele           AKA Somideela

The more you look The more you see. We can never do By playing with fire. The more you listen The more you hear. We could never Surrender our future To their hazardous wags. The more you go The more you far. We know not our love That will keep us behind. The barred windows. The more you stupid The more you belove. We didn't want to Gain birth to a fool. In the bussy boat, The more you jack The more you slack. We know moderate But we never satisfy. The more you race on The more you move on. We know a steady steps But here's to whistle More than the stories. The more you judge The more you sin. The walk on a road As a cloud time Darkness without a lightening. The more you know The less you judge. The secret of the scenes On the faces of the victors. The more you fingered The more you pointed. All other courses are for  the orators to the listeners By Gbadegesin Akeem Ayodele             AKA Somideela

From a single mother The two children born A single mother breadfeed With two breats to two mouths. Pick one with right-hand Care another with other hand. Sing with a mouth to lullaby Give a drop of water to twins The splits of milk from her breats The African mothers are never careless, as other world mummy. Reverse is the case of the fathers,  Who pater the Queens . Iya ibeji, the bearer of two foets, Give breats to two mouths. Carry two at one atime, One is crying Other is defecating. You are a great mom of Africa. © By Gbadegesin Akeem Ayodele           AKA Somideela

DEELA MISSONS GBADEGESIN AKEEM AYODELE: HOME : I travelled on the trail, I saw many scribes on the bricks. It read ume, ime, umme. I touched on the tips. I learned many lyrics from th...

Eyes serve as light See, you can never see; Watch, you can never know; Their laugh  Laugh like a jackass With the whole mouth,  It's never being affectioned They serve with eyes They partee with presence. They lie by saying trues Their foundations are emptied, Their roots has been rut. Just a blow The wind shows the porty Of the proud hens. Just a blow The dew will soak the wool Of the liers. Just a blow The minds will understand their missions. Their tricks are less to A Greatest Tricker. Their steps will reach more More lands even in the oceans. Aftermath of the climbers At the top of a tree and leaves. The fake lifes will shake It seems real-servers. The fake-cakes will be cut and cook  By the present audience. Eye's see more in two; Leg's walk more in two; The inner and outer speak Speak, more in wisdoms of a sage. The seals are coded note A word worst much to the Wiseman. Eye's servers Your life must be glid-goldened, The real gold will never be Reached...

Crystal Clear ReflectionsTarot Divinations Menu Skip to content  The Hermit  The Hermit shares that you withdrew from the outer world for the purpose of activating your unconscious mind and awakening your “inner” Self. Ask and it will be given – seek and you will find – knock at the door and it will be opened to you. Guidance and help are always available – a teacher, a therapist, your own dreams or a spiritual guide evoked from within yourself will show you how to begin the process and help you find your way. The ultimate responsibility is yours – seek “inner” counsel about the future. Seek answers to your questions. You can solve the situation by experimenting – just take it easy and use discretion until you are completely sure. The hermit may withdraw from society to shut out distractions in order to complete spiritual and temporal work – but, he never withdraws from humanity. He continues to give shelter and blessings to travellers, he gives wisdom to the knight on his spir...

The clothes l worn in the palace making a suspicious to the whole chiefs and king in the kingdom. The skin covered the hidened hips in the stomach and no traced tools to expose the fathoms of the hells in human minds. The shadows swimmed in the slimmy shalom no features to be characterized with a pointer. I know a shaded figure which light gives shapes. I witness a clinic drama which end shows jists. I tell a long story which end gets shorts. I aware of a little wool is weightless but a large is weighty.

The sticks use to beat the drums It's sounds give feelings to thoughts. The roles of the foots is to walk-road It's gravities give balances to bodies. The hands play the rhythmic sounds It's moves give the flowings of beats. The hands create the minds-clappers It's wisdoms give the spect-games. The eyes open to see the ways It's lights give feelings to thoughts. The town criers use the gong-calls It's voices give to the words of Kings. The hands made of fingers of sizes It's marks give the recording-plates. The hands hold the gifts from hobby It's manipulatings give game-gains. The hands show the true pictures Of them in mighty minds of time.    by Gbadegesin Akeem Ayodele.                       (SOMIDEELA)

HERE IS THE HEAVEN At times the rainfalls is never from heaven, the winds blowing from a region to a region, as the streams always from high to the low land. The strings are out from water table, the Ray's of sunlight into the shadows of the earth is never from heaven. The moon shines the reflection of the sun. All that will see still have the heaven, the curses that made of the cursers flowed back as rain drops, the mirror imageds give pictures never imaginations in thoughts. Here is hidened the heaven.

A farmer who planted a stone for the many seasons. He hoed and weeded for many years. The time of hervesting come around. The bewers were compelled, the cooks were forced prepared favorite foods, the drappers made the day clothes colourful, the praisers chanted energies to wake the navous of the the audience, the rhythms of the hervesting drums dragged the legs of slogans. The hervesting of planted stones made to dance, drunk and dream of bumpered profits. It made a stickwalk masquerade to fall for the fools. The night come to count the gains and losts. The farmers uprooted their planted stones as they sowed the seeds. Takes and gives to where needed, never to the burial merriments and jollifications.