Nigeria Would Be A Better Place, Only If We Would…

Statistically, a minimum of 1.8 millions Nigerians enter into the labour force every year (results of 2015), with 30% of them with innovative ideas.

   

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    Statistically, a minimum of 1.8 millions Nigerians  enters into the labour force every year (results of 2015), with 30% of them possessing innovative ideas.

    We have for years and years demanded and sort for platforms from the government for which we could be helped, to achieve our goals and bring our dreams to reality.
What if we have been acting in reverse and what we really should be doing is establishing platforms in the length of our ability, even as little as we can, to aid one another.

    Imagine a gushing herd of innovative ideas from at least 30% out of 1.8 million souls per year, rushing forth to the help of the government. And most idea drench as they don’t experience opportunities to be established; if we were to ask why that is, most people’s answers would be “the government is the fault, they are not helping youths with ideas at all,” maybe something similar to that- well, you might just be right, but permit me to say “you are wrong”.

    We are the government ourselves, isn’t it ‘Government of the people, BY THE PEOPLE, for the people’ anymore?
Why should those sited in those executive sits be the ones to provide those platforms, platforms to be accessible by series of innovative ideas? When we “the government” ourselves don’t help to promote our own fellow people with those ideas. Just maybe when that begins to happen, we’d someday find who would help with our own ideas and dreams.

    We should not forget that the way to lead, is to lead by example…. We can even be as leading examples to those old men in the executive positions,  showing them how things should be.
We all have this power to move the world, it only starts by moving someone else’s idea forward.

    We should start living as leaders that we are, and begin to impact our world, by first supporting this innovative idea: PROMOTING ANOTHER’S IDEA TODAY.
All for a better world, a better Africa, and most importantly; a better Nigeria.

    You can start right now by sharing this post to all your contacts in all social media. Change someone’s view today; Sharing Africa’s Innovative Idea With The World.
Kindly visit thepicloc.com to show your support to one of Nigeria’s innovative ideas.

BLISSFUL MIST

The moon- the bulb that flint up the night,
In the dusky dale’s tide;

The stars they burn,
hydrogen and helium;

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The moon- the bulb that flints up the night,
In the dusky dale’s tide;

The stars they burn,
hydrogen and helium;

Appearing in cloudless portion of sky,
As the gloom stays malign;

You close your eyes,
And your minds become playgrounds of skating ice;

Introspection does the compass point,
Down the retro Isle of connective dots;

Lying in your color-mixed pallet,
Filling in those caret;

Into dreams you’ve always had,
Wet dreams where mermaids fly;

Time lost- hopeful to restitute,
Even if to prostitute;

Your ideas: in a ruffled geans,
In return, for the blissful mist.

I FOUND MYSELF

Trying to figure out, like counting the words buried in this tomb of body, I became logical; calculating all risks of ineffectiveness of informations uploaded, for I am loaded.

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I- with my eye, explored the fields of my mind;
As I Google-searched those words deposited in my mind- by a pastor;
they existed but were latent, I needed to get the patent right.

So I write, like the Facebook page Iwrite; I wrote- a note- to the guardians of my soul
With a post stamp of the seal of my sole, i send; as I ascend, to my high spirited self.

Trying to figure out, counting the words buried in this tomb of body,
I became logical; calculating all risks of ineffectiveness of informations uploaded, for I am loaded.

So I meditated on Christ,
checking out his word as I carefully check them out from the ballot-box of my mind; picking at Random.

It was like folded papers,
even when you pick, you still have to unfold to see.
I uncovered those picked paper then I saw;
the letters as it spelt greatness off of my story.

Surprised, I surely was; coz I’ve been living like a nobody,
but now I’ve found in my own body- deep within the tunnel, that there is light ahead,
and I’m sure it’s not a train.

Since then, I never saw dark again.
Life became a game too easy for me, the settings were set to rookie.
My challenges I eat them as cookies; they became nothing.

Exploration became realization of past declaration of the living word.
It’s only normal to then be regal, after discovering that you’re royal.
Isn’t it?

MY LITTLE GOLDEN FISH

My beautiful golden coloured creature,
I love the way you swim my vision.

My beautiful golden coloured creature,
I love the way you swim my vision.

The same way you swam the river,
I remember the first day we met,
Now I’m thinking about your death,
I still see his face; the man who ate you.

I’ve so many times wanted to hurt him,
But I’m conscious of the fact that you wouldn’t want me to do such.
I care about you so much,

I care about what you think,
You were the reason I kept coming to the river,
You’re the reason I still do.

I was not there the day you were caught,
Your friends told me; of the thick brown net, the reflect of the tall dark man upon the surface of the river as he fished for you.

You struggled, I know
You called out my name as the water bumps and gases formed.

I’m sorry I wasn’t there.
I want you to know I really care.

DOUBT YOUR DOUBTS

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They- implanted destructive seeds in the soils of our mind;
So to see, believe and think- they are the only way we can sail across the sea; the Government you see.

Until I was recently debriefed: that instead, with the government, to sail across the sea,
One can actually walk right in-between.
Becoming our own moses.

But I was already on this boat trip with the government,
So I became Jonah: jumped right in the sea, into the belly of a beast.

Everyone was ready to watch me, to go through, to see if I’d make it through, this standing ocean of speculations-
They watched;
Me, swim to the top. I ended up, a winner.

So now, I stand triumphant- to preach, the gospel of confidence in one’s self.
We stare eye to eye, and I see your doubt.

Why do we doubt ourselves, we Christians in our self-confidence.
Why don’t we begin to doubt our doubts,
And relax in the arms of he we have glory in, and not the government ?.

Until we’re finally able to pierce through those dark veils in our mind,
the glory that calls for us in our self-confidence will never be revealed to us.

So..
Please, I beg of you!
Please, I beg of you!!
Begin to Doubt your doubts and stand out,
So to remain outstanding.

MY FAR HEART

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I am Here, behind the ink of my pen,
And thou art where thou art,
Far away: we are apart,

A message,  I write to you; in inks that carry the weight of my emotions;
Traveling across the sight of time but far from its hands,

Hopefully, it meets you in hope, love, and joy and also in time,
For all this, I wish.

My heart longs for thy face; thy presence,
For it has been long since I set my eyes on you;
Only in a picture do I gaze your beauty each day;

Reminding me of you- as my trove of gorgeousness, and I, a pirate.
Three words I can’t wait to say to you  when we do see again:
I love you.