FRIENDSHIP, COMPANIONSHIP, RELATIONSHIP.

The connection between three or two,

Of which you have experienced too

Is not just the feeling we have

Or the thing we call love.

It’s more than one time friendship

That existed between you and your classmate,

Or the bond that held you checkmate

With that lady you did impregnate.

Something greater than that long ship,

The umbilical chord from mum to son

Which knit them in Companionship

Equally communing like the moon and sun.

This is an ideal relationship.

The reason you and I are still intact

Such that in times of no hope and hands on hip,

You raise your head and dial my contact.

So check up and don’t let them give up,

When will you ever sit up?

Remind yourself of the people you once met,

Upon whom the wrath of poverty has beget.

Don’t block my number!

Just because I now need you than ever.

For even if I don’t fit in your circle,

I’m important to a lot of people,

Either as an auntie or uncle.

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RFFS PRAYER

Anytime I'm called for duty... Wherever deployment takes me, Pervert from my path, any mutiny... But give me the strength to be; The rescuer, the protector and the fire fighter. Whenever I'm gone for stand by... Lord, grant me a listening watch. All incursions, hazards and risks, May I with my crew identify... Where unavoidable, enable us to mitigate.. Be it in the terminal, tarmac or boarding gate.. Should there ever be an emergency, Wherever fire may rage.. Should there be any shout, No matter the skin or age.. Help me put the fire out, And my neighbor, help me save. And if by your will... Any blood may spill... Leading to any fatality, Protect my wife and kids, And preserve the rest of my crew.

FALLEN ANGELS

Most often than not, Heroes do fade with their names unsung. But the shadows of their past, And the candles we light all night, Can at least serve as lyrics, To compose for their departed souls, A new song for us to be consoled. Patriots they’re now called, As dirty politics has now stalled. For once at most, We all agree to a toast, In solemnity and not at the bar, That this life is by far, An expedition with a divine illusion. Yes indeed they were; Heroes as we now call them. Not because it sounds like an anthem, But for the national emblem, They did responsibly revere. Was it the natural order? Is it because someone failed to bother? Was it their time? Are the questions we continue to mime. But will the answer save us a dime, As a nation in her own prime? Let the eight angels fly high, As families make a thirst quenching sigh, And create for them a legacy in perpetuity. For if we seek another opportunity, And let these men go forgotten, There shall be no more fallen angles from...

Aliko Dangote

A rolling stone gathers no moss, And still water gathers mildew. So if you are to be the boss, You must awake before the dew. Words of wisdom but of pun, Spewing out like rays of the sun. And I listened well with intent, As Dangote lectured me via the internet. Seldom do we get them to share Wisdom with this kind of flair. ’’So if you entered the bedroom of Bill Gate, Within a minute and one thing for you to take, What will I see with you while exiting his gate’’ This was the rich man’s question, When I asked him how he made his wealth. Will you take a picture or money for the future? Will you pick his diary or a book of fortune? To be sincere, I couldn’t answer. So help me, my dear reader. ’’If you take one thing from a rich man, You can’t be like him. Unless he hands over to you exactly what made him rich’’ he continued. So be patient, Watch and learn. Go, try it out and return. Ask for guidance and yearn. But when time is due, don’t flaunt it on the internet.

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