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It is paradoxical, placing evil and good on the same page of life book. But, it can be as much interesting, experiencing an event that hasn't happened ever since the creation  of mankind, hence; Evil wants good to prevail. This same way we have some blessings disguised as evil, do we also have some evils disguised as good. For the good that causes evil is tantamount to evil while the evil that causes good is equal to good. All things being unchanged. I had read a fascinating story about the Persian poet, Rumi que Mo'avia, the first of the Omniad caliphs and Lucifer in the book entitled Like the Flowing River by Paolo Coelho. Below is the extracts from Like the Flowing River  which we can learn from. One day, the Persian poet Rumi que Mo'avia, the first of the Omniad caliphs, was sleeping in his palace when he was woken up by a strange man. 'Who are you?' he asked. 'I am Lucifer,' came the reply. 'And what do you want?' 'It is the hour ...

Do we have to back off from what is right because it is hard? Do we have to deviate from our heart desire because it appears infeasible. What  do we need to do when we are in the state of confusion. I need to recollect how we are raised. Oh! I can only recall how I was raised. Why should we believe others definition about us? For the positive ones, we can work on them and for the otherwise, we shall ignore them. Life isn't about what you do the same. It's about what you do differently. Do you believe that challenging the status quo would make a world a better place? Or perhaps, living by the rules is what will make do? You can drop your opinions. Thanks. 

The class struggle between the bourgeoisie and the proletariat is a politics beyond natural affiliations only. It goes beyond a mere racial challenges between the upper class and the lower class. However, it is a struggle that cannot be changed even if we have an angelic intervention. As humans, wherever we belong to is our identity which tell people more about us than words. If you are a black, beyond what you posses as quality, your colour will be the first indicator of where you belong. It is an obvious fact that cannot be shielded with any veil. Instead of us to concentrate more on the biodiversity among the elements in the world, we were struck in the air of arrogance and selfishness - discriminating people by creating segregation through language, dressing, food and belief, ignoring that the universe has its own language. Life is becoming less vivacious the more we subject our attitude to favour some group of people and disobliged others. If truly we want the world to be...

In the silence of your pain Was an echo of travails. So bright and loud Making your emotion beclouded Beneath your posture of calm Lies a furnace of clime You're a victim of love An innocent in the dungeon of torture In the pool of your tears Where you swim in fears. Your body thaw into vapor And you were swept away from yourself. The pain cooked by lies Was delectably served with spice. I watched you take every stroke Of cane that wouldn't be revoked And why were you tortured? So blank, you couldn't measure The reason why pain had chosen you Making your skin the page of sorrow. Your fate isn't natural Even love can be irrational. You'd followed the route of salvation  Your stubborn hope could you redemption  For the beauty of race Which you'd ran with little pace. Your life's hook in a crevice Of two walls in your dream edifice. You're the remain of ancestral pain Where color suffice you hunger Your name's littl...

Our Africa The home of rubies Where everyone would wish to lobby. We are the conquerors Because we survived our stained past. All the chains adorned on our ancestor Had been turned jewelry of honour. Beneath our Stygian complexion Lies uncanny qualities and perfection. We are the soldiers of light With our crest from a victorious fight. In our diversity Buttoned multi diversity Myriads ethnicity Yet we are still a singular city Is our history not one? The cracks of whip and hunger. And now that we're achiever Time had favored us. From the mountains in west To the rivers in the east We'd see the footsteps of our fathers Towards freedom and existence Through the south and north We'd stand to correct our past faults We're the remnants of the conquered greatness Exploited by intruders. Our land is enriched and blessed Fertile and hidden beneath gold We are Africans We are the soldiers of light Oh my Africa!  The outcome of strength and per...

A game without scrupulous agenda Where the truth is hidden beneath propaganda An avenue of power tussle Where hands meet in the pot soup An abyss of moral peak Through which our economy leaks It only favors the beasts While the masses income decrease Employment is now a platitude Insecurity topple in multitude Youths mortality becomes a certitude And our money is spent on barbecue Education suffers leprosy Less rationality, more lunacy The youths clamoring for change Their future captured in a cage In the echelon of cruelty Politics ranks high in popularity The facade of multidimensional issues And, background of societal evils Olawale Abdulsalam ©2018

A sacred beauty Maiden of unique quality.. The ocean of wonder Magically drowning men into a blunder Tenderly innocent She's awesomely magnificent Within her closed lips Enclosed resonant quips Oh the goddess of love Calmly looking hot Her cheek, soft like butter Her smile makes frown creatively murdered In her angelic voice Lies a command with poise.. She's a perfect distraction A route of absolute satisfaction. The wave of soothing ambiance That casts boredom into abeyance.. In her soft language of love credence outrightly billows Elegant beyond the northern walls Her smile is my clarion call.. Oh! my beloved sister, A classic rose in the summer. Olawale Abdulsalam

In the battle of life Contains love and rage. Story of a morning generous,  And disaster on the boat of reality. A future in the wall picture.  Buttressed by untainted love. Patience beyond decades,  Experience adventurous than arcades. The messiah and killer, Beautifully skilled with anger. In the twinkle of an eyes, Her glory changed into a gory. The player of fate,  Destiny practically makes 'em late. A cheat became truth. A reality of multiple fruits. Broken and Bewailed. Like shards of mirror. In the beginning of her end, She's broken beyond repair. Olawale Abdulsalam

To the best history could give us, Martin Luther King Jnr. One of the greatest speaker human race had experienced. It was 50years yesterday, and his memory still lives on. We celebrate even after your death. Rest well. 

perfect picture In your silent appearance Where your beauty billows with exuberance.. Your hair dance to the command of breeze Delicate enough to make a tease Your eyes dangle with firmness Matching your confidence and prowess Beyond words and flattering, You're a mysterious reverie On your gracious noble face Where courage is worn like a mask... You're charming and revered Your beauty is naturally reserved On the portrait of your look, your angelic brows are perfectly cute You're a medicine for the heart A Sophisticated greater art Just like the morning sun Your skin glitters with calmness. Beyond art and a mere fiction You're captured in a perfect picture. *Olawale Abdulsalam*

LOG IN SIGN UP WELL-BEING WISDOM WONDER PURPOSE SPECIAL SECTIONS  COMMUNITY CORPORATE OFFERINGS  ABOUT THRIVE  WISDOM Say What You Think And Don’t Be Apologetic About It Be confident in your opinions. by   Darius Foroux       Have you ever stated your opinion only to be shot down by someone else? Maybe by your spouse, boss, parents, or best friend? Or even a stranger? It happened to me many times in the past. Growing up, I always had an opinion about everything. Having an opinion doesn’t mean you know everything. It just means you have something to say. You could be wrong. But often times, my teachers, friends, girlfriends, co-workers, and even friends would immediately say things like, “That’s not true!” So gradually, I gave up speaking my mind. I became afraid. Last week,  I published an article about why I avoid toxic people.  I mentioned that I think less than 1% of the population has...