Engage Me – Relationship poem from GSN


I’m a Living Brand
I live because I feel
I tell stories
My name is what you call me
My meaning is what you think of me
I have personality, quality, and values
I can think, talk, work, create, plan, consult, promote, defend, help, care and cure
I can understand, undertake, represent, play, and entertain
I can anticipate and identify problems, I can solve them
I can make mistakes
When I make mistakes, I apologize and correct myself
I get angry when things go wrong,
I feel joy when right
I feel pains too
I feel bad when I see people hurting, especially my readers and patrons
Some are jobless, poor, neglected, uncared for, and wasting
They need living stories from GSN to get their lives back
You & GSN
I’m here for you
I’m a Living Brand
I live because I see
I have life and offer life to those who read me
Don’t judge me by my look, judge me by what I offer
Because I live, I want to add value to you
I can if we a start a relationship
My identity and power show my person
My quality creates the value
My ability to totell stories creates awareness
My standards build loyalty
You & GSN
I’m here for you
I’m a Living Brand
I live because I speak
I communicate for better life
My mission and vision keep me going
They guarantee better life for all who engage me
I know your needs, you know my solutions
We become stronger as we understand each other
I want to bond to help you achieve your goals
To make your endeavours stress-free and rewarding
We can do it if we understand and trust each other
We can achieve results if we come close
You & GSN
I’m here for you
I’m a Living Brand
I live because I’m strong
My quality and story packages make me a strong brand
I can grow with you in market share and readership
We can do it if you make me your Special Assistant
Let’s come together and discuss your pains and dreams
I offer solutions
I work for you, I work with you
To tap your potential, reach your goal, and be fulfilled
I’ll strengthen you to live your passion
You score the goal, I blow the whistle, fans celebrate you
I satisfy you, you reward me, and all of us win
You & GSN
I’m here for you
I’m a Living Brand
I live because I laugh
You should laugh not cry
Pains make you cry, my brand makes you laugh
I make merry for the young and old
I want you close, to entertain you
We partner to reach your goal
I abide in you, you abide in me
Create a space in you
Let me come in there and live
I’m not too big to live in you
I get bigger, I get stronger
I help you win, you help me grow
You enjoy my values, I enjoy your loyalty
You’re the reader, I’m your helpmate
You remain achievable, I remain sustainable
You & GSN
I’m here for you
I’m a Living Brand
I live because I grow
My brand is here to help you compete
I strengthen your brand, enlarge your space
I have competitors, you have competitors
They want your pocket, I want your heart
Pockets keep money, they can dig a hole in it
Hearts keep trust, we can bind together
Any brand in your pocket is a boss
Any brand in your heart is a friend
If you cry, those in pocket can’t see your tears
Those in heart see your tears, wipe them off
I don’t want to wipe tears of pain; I want tears of joy
You & GSN
I’m here for you
I’m a Living Brand
I live because I innovate
I listen with wisdom and understanding
Wisdom makes a winner in times of challenge
I’m here because you are there
I’m not doing you a favor; you’re doing me a favor
If you are alive and well, I live
Let’s join hands and heart
Make the world a better place
I’m committed with friendship, quality, and ethics
Do same with loyalty and patronage
You lead, I support
I lead, we go to the top
Together, we win
You & GSN
I’m here for you

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The Time is Now

A time for everything in life
A time to start, a time to finish
A time to begin, a time to end

A time to come, a time to go
A time to go back, a time to U-turn
A time to think, a time to blink

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Run for your life!

How do you fight for your life when abducted by a killer squad who grab you to kill you for blood money? In Nigeria, they are known as ‘ritual killers.’ They prowl the highways of cities and settlements of rural communities, in search of victims to kidnap and take to their dens to slaughter and use their blood to make rituals for big money and power.
They are agents of men and women of power and influence, gangsters, drug pushers, politicians, dubious businessmen, and those who want to ‘get rich quick’ They work for the ‘high and mighty’ in the society who use the blood of citizens and supernatural means to power their business and quest for positions in high places. Such victims are declared missing and are never seen again by their relatives and loved ones. My teenage son was a victim some months ago. They made him unconscious, took him to their hideout, but miraculously the boy escaped. Take the story.
Chika staggered into our living room that fateful Monday morning, collapsed on the couch and passed out. He had left home two hours earlier at 7 am, to attend tutorials in a school preparing him for the forthcoming university entrance examination.
As he sank into the chair, I and his eldest brother who was home at the time, rushed to find out what was amiss. Chika…Chika… we called, no response. His eyes rolled as he passed out. My wife rushed to the scene as he heard our frantic calls. His brother tapped his cheek several times, shook his head, but the boy was unconscious.
We were alarmed. What could be wrong? I called for water which we splashed on his head and face as we battled frantically to revive him.
Five minutes later, he opened his eyes momentarily and muttered, “Daddy, ritual killers.” We had heard so many horror stories of these evil men and their deadly works and those lucky to escape are traumatized and may even need psychological therapy or deliverance prayers to get their lives back.
“What happened,” we asked him, tensed up, when he was fully awake.
This is his story.
I left home, got to Cele bus stop on the expressway and boarded a bus going my way. I sat on the front seat with another passenger beside the driver. As the journey progressed, the bus conductor collected his fare from passengers as usual. When we got to a part of the highway with bad patches and pot holes, traffic had built up. We were forced to stop waiting for the traffic to move.
Our driver complained loudly about the traffic jam and said he would make a detour by the right to beat the jam. Then I started feeling dizzy. The man sitting beside me asked me if I was feeling any thing, I answered…yes. I looked back and saw that other passengers on the back seats of the bus had fallen asleep. That was the last thing I remembered before I passed out.
When I woke up, I found myself and other passengers of the bus sitting on grass in a bush. In front of us was an uncompleted building…no other person, house or traffic in sight. A number of men stood by watching over us. Still dizzy and regaining consciousness, I saw two men emerge from the uncompleted building and grab two female passengers who screamed wildly as they were dragged to the building.
Some minutes later, the men emerged with blood-stained hands. That was when I knew we were captives of ritual killers. I started praying softly…Jesus help me…Jesus help me. The coming out and dragging of people into the building continued. The ‘hit man’ will come out of the building, look wildly right and left, grab any person at random, and drag the person in.
“Why didn’t you beat it and run away,” I asked him.’
“Dad, I was still dizzy trying to regain consciousness. And some of their men were standing by.”
The ‘hit man’ came out again, stood before me and looked at me intently for some seconds as I kept muttering my prayers. He seemed to change his mind and went for the man sitting near me on the grass.
That was the man that sat beside me in front of the bus.
As he reached out to grab this man, the young man sprang up and stabbed the arm of the ‘hit man’ with a ball-point pen. As the ritualist yelled in pain, the young man hit him with a big blow on his cheek and yelled to the rest of us.
“Run…run… for your lives…follow me… I know the way.”
There was a mild stampede as many of us sprang to our feet and ran.
One of the ritualists blocked my way, I dodged. Another hit my leg with a stick, I fell. As he reached out to grab me, I scooped sand from the ground and sprayed it into his eyes. He screamed.
The young man who yelled…run…follow me… saw I had fallen, stopped and came back for me. He dragged me up, charged me saying…young boy… be strong…run for your life. With severe pains on my legs, I took off after him with other captives dashing to escape.
This young man led the race and kept urging us…don’t stop…follow me!
We did and followed his twists and turns as we galloped and jumped over obstacles and thickets of bush and rubbish for dear life. This man seemed to know the terrain well. We ran after him in blind faith to save our lives with the ritualists in hot pursuit. We continued to run towards the expressway. When our pursuers heard the noise of traffic, they stopped the chase and retreated.
We hit the highway panting, gasping for breath. Seven of us escaped, including two women. We don’t know what happened to the other passengers as we thanked God and the man who led our escape. He simply responded it was God’s grace that gave him courage to strike the ‘hit man’ and lead the race for life. As a show of gratitude, one of us brought out his Samsung mobile phone, removed his SIM card and gave the brave man. Another escapee asked to him to follow him to the bank to give him some money.
After thanking him again, I simply walked to the other side of the highway and begged a commercial motorbike rider to take me to Cele bus after narrating my ordeal. The man asked me to board saying he would not collect any fare from me. He confirmed that ritual killers have been operating unhindered in that neighbourhood and nothing had been done to track and arrest them. And they operate mostly in commercial buses.
I stopped at Cele and boarded a bus that brought me home.
“Can you locate their hideout? Let’s go and report to the police,” I asked Chika .
“No Dad. I can’t locate the place. I passed out when they took us there. All I know is that our bus got stuck at the traffic jam near Ilasa bus stop.”
My son’s escape resulted from a combination of courage, help, determination, perseverance, quick response to action, and God’s mercy.
My family held thanksgiving prayers for the boy’s escape and we prayed fervently for God to bless that young man who engineered their escape.
We stopped the boy from going to that tutorial school and registered him in another one near our home in Lagos.
(13 July 2016)

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Part 2 of Introduction to Big Pains, Small Pains…LetMyPeopleGo

The Story of Pains – Part 2

(for Part 1, please click here)

…That was not to be. The Chief ignored him. He kept a straight face and maintained that cops have received several crime reports about that uncompleted building. Ozo brought in an attorney to help. The cops rebuffed him. He promised to defend the boys in court if need be. Ozo’s wife pleaded with the Chief to release her sons that they are not robbers. They went there to cool off. But the cop was not moved.

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Part 1 of Introduction to Big Pains, Small Pains…LetMyPeopleGo

The Story of Pains – Part 1


Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it’s a big part, and sometimes it isn’t, but either way, it’s a part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you’re alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.” ― Jim Butcher

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As Nigeria recovers from Ebola Virus Disease scare

The Ebola virus disease hit West African countries Aug/Sept 2014 ravaging the health infrastructure of many nations in this sub-region, causing scare, death, pain, and anguish for citizens. The early symptoms are: fever, muscle pains, and cramps. The secondary are; vomiting, frequent stooling, and diarrhoea, bleeding from multiple parts of the body. It is highly contagious and kills within three weeks of infection. There is no known cure. Victims are quickly quarantined to check the spread.

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