August 9, 2020 · 8:28 am
In the midst of the suppurative stench that ails this nation…beyond the dilapidation of infrastructure, degradation of the environment, decay of morals and destruction of laudable standards, the perverted necessity to amass ill-gotten wealth, particularly that, with amorality, disseminated from the coffers belonging to all Nigerians, mostly now, maliciously downtrodden by the albatross of impossibly eking out the mirage of an existence amid the ruination perpetuated by the perniciously destructive boots of oppression, and then… to unconscionably disgorge such treasury, especially that which belongs to Nigerians, with calloused obscenity, while wantonly oblivious to the plight of those masses… with pervasive pungency, percolates to the apex of a putrid cesspool with resounding repugnance as a cause of incessant lamentation for the nation, which blessed with much, may have forged a different destiny, perhaps, yet gloriously etched, in the sands of time.
Reflect Nigeria, reflect…
Dated this 9th day of August 2020
Dr. Yemisi Solanke Koya, Esq.©
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September 6, 2012 · 12:07 am
When situation occasions agony
And sorrow’s pain tends to linger on.
Forbear prolonged lamentation,
Lest in triumph it thrives and flourishes
Overcoming all avenues for joy within.
For the sorrow nurtured and kept alive
Forever as a companion tends to stays beside…
While that disposed of, in time, dissipates
Sparing more tears and anguish pronounced.
Nurture misery not, grief ‘s plan neither abet.
Truly, it is the soul, that despairs, that must
For its benefit, to hope eternal cling…
And the heart that in distressed anguish weeps
For its own plain relief, gladness must seek.
Thus within life’s brevity meant for all things
Extend not sorrow if it adventures near, that
It may not find habitation beyond its due…
But in earnest, room make for emotions pleasant,
Because ’tis when sorrow is bid farewell
That happiness, can fulfill its means and purpose
In joy’s delight and comfort, blossom free
Residing indeed amid inner solace and peace.
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