Somewhere Somehow It Appears It’s CHRISTMAS
Today the World Celebrate the birth of a name JESUS which have been the Saving grace & mercy card to many over the years.
That name was from a lowly background but today is the most celebrated name in the entire universe.

Remember there’s Someone out there who doesn’t know that name JESUS & does not feel loved, Live today for them So that tomorrow will live to acknowledge You.

May this CHRISTMAS bring unto You & Me the joy, comfort, happiness, peace & fulfilment that’s there in…Here’s Wishing You a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays & a Fulfiling 2016.

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Motivational Lick: ***THE LIMITS AIN’T LIMITS By Badiru Kehinde ***

They call You names for doing what your heart wants you to do,please keep doing it.Don’t join the world because you are tired of hearing friends who keep calling you ‘Church girl or Church boy’,’Joseph the dreamer’,Visioner, Builder of Castles in thin air’ and what have you.Your life is not determined by the feelings,pleasure,satisfaction or interest of other people.

Look at the great men and women of today;learn from their stories;
**President Obama took a loan to go to school…

**Pastor Sam Adeyemi from one of his books narrated he worked on construction sites as a youth…

**Pastor Matthew Ashimolowo would always wake up very early in the morning to hawk bread for his aunt…

**Steve Jobs had issues in loaning some money from friends,they never believed in his dreams…

**Stevie wonder was born premature and blind from birth,today he’s a world class pianist,singer and grammy award winner becoming a major influence to several artises including myself…

**Benjamin Carson was concluded a dullard by his class teacher…

**’My experience is quite similar, the same teacher who told me I lacked vocal expression back in High School is now one of my favourite readers of my literary works,she never misses reading them’…Badiru Kehinde

**Some others who topped their class from behind back in school are now rich business moguls and entertainers topping the business world rankings and the Bill Board Chart respectively.

**Bill Gates’ first business; Traf-O-Data failed wholefully but he never gave up. He decided not to see the limita as limits and today that decision has made him the world’s second richest man just rising from the position of being the first.

**Oprah Winfrey bounced around various Baltimore news stations, including one that fired her for getting too emotionally invested in stories. Her demotion to daytime TV proved a blessing in disguise, and by 30 she had the highest-rated talk show in Chicago.

**Ang Lee; After earning his master of fine arts, Lee spent six years as a stay-at-home husband while his film career stalled. Ashamed, but not limited by limits, he briefly considered a career in computer science until his wife, the family’s sole earner, urged him to continue pursuing his dream.

** Walt Disney; At 24, he had Oswaldo the Rabbit, his first successful cartoon character, stolen from him by Universal Studios. At 25, MGM told him no one would ever like Mickey Mouse. At one point in his twenties, Disney was so poor that he resorted to eating dog food.
Walt Disney’s vision of his animations was also once ridiculed by people…

So many instances are of note,let’s reflect on these few I could offer.See Ladders in Limits,See every no as an opportunity for a better yes.On a final note,be yourself,endure the hardship,face criticisms,they don’t make you less strong,it only helps you to grow stronger thereby becoming better.

In the words of Mary J Blidge ‘In each tear,there is a lesson,it makes you wiser than before’

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“AUGUST 8” A Short Story By Badiru Kehinde

*AUGUST 8* A Short Story…
*** ‘You better come and open this door now or I’ll blow your head up, Skibo I go waste this people oooo’, this, one of the robbers said while peering into the window of the room where Ednihek and his brother slept. His voice was as thick as that of an ex convict in Harelm. Ednihek and Abala were dead asleep, even the weather had so made their sleep so graceful. The night was mild but the rainfall was such an epic that just wouldn’t stop. Still enjoying their dreamland, Abala could hear the shouts from behind the window, ‘Abi this people deaf ni’, come and open the door, we are here’. Abala who is much younger quickly woke up in fear and anxiety giving his elder brother, Ednihek a punch on his face, probably that would make him arise from his useless sleep and realize they are actually not sleeping alone and have ‘visitors of the night waiting to enter into their palace of robbery’. That was just August 3rd; Abala quickly left the room for his dad’s who has already woken up scavenging for the cutlass in the storehouse. The visitors were in already, pouncing on Mr. Alani their father who was not quick to find the cutlass. Voices filled the room, Abala, Ednihek , their two sisters and a cousin with mum were all marched like the German fleet to the living room.

*** Not much was stolen, just a key holder Ednihek had bought a night before, a palm slipper(s) he also bought to wear in 5 days time; August 8 later for his Post UTME in the prestigious OAU, Abala’s Play Station 2 was also carted away, and surprisingly no one would ever imagine that gentlemen of the night also get bored and find pleasure in playing video games. The ‘Psalm 23’ Abala was reciting for over a thousand times in his heart did not make him more concerned about his PS 2 that would no longer be his anymore in few hours. Mr. Alani’s pant trousers and shoes were stolen also, their Mum also hid the money meant for Ednihek’s Post UTME underneath the bed which was stolen anyway. Pelumi and Oyinda, the eldest of the girls were almost raped but thank God for mum’s intervention and motivational speech; ‘Please they are little girls, they are on their period’. Shadow as he’s called by his fellow robbers who appeared already pulling his trouser shouted; ‘Shoroninyen’

****Still reviving from the trauma of that night, Ednihek puts his luggages in order, his father spoke; ‘You have to manage yourself ooo when you get to OAU campus, find where to sleep when you are through with your exam, you know the thieves took all the money I reserved for AUSGUST 8 which is your day of Post Utme. Ednihek was seen almost looking like a refugee, ‘Driver mi o duro ni Mayfare ooo, Campus ni maa ti bole’. The driver scolds,’ Bole bayii oo, mi oo lo campus ooo’. Seemingly confused, Ednihek alighted at the Campus gate with his big travelling box around 9:45am from Iyana-Ipaja, Lagos. Obviously it was his first visit to the State of Osun as he looked carelessly like a window shopper lost in ‘Shop Rite’. He could see other students bigger and some even smaller than he is. He really didn’t know where he’s headed to and his exam is in the next 1 hour. He stopped a ‘poff poff’ seller to buy 50 naira own, at least that should carry him for some while. Today, AUGUST 8 is a day he has envisaged and fantasized about, and would not let the remembrance of the robbery on his family 5 days ago spoil the fun, the thought of how he’ll destroy the questions in the exam hall, how he’ll likely meet the girl of his dreams. He sits meticulously while observing the big girls and big boys as they pass by. He could count several cars which had in it a man, supposedly a father driving on the left hand and a small boy or girl his height at the left. Without doubt, they were also Post UME candidates whose parents will not risk leaving them coming to OAU alone. ‘Hey Ednihek, waoh! So you’re here too, nice to see you’, it was the voice of one of his mates from the tutorial centre where he prepared for the exam. ‘Okay Tade, takia, break a leg in the hall oooo’, Ednihek said laughing as he waved at the runaway angel. As he turned to leave, he looked left and his eyes caught a beautiful mistress who was talking over there with another guy, she was laughing so much, probably the guy was the reason. Ednihek felt jealous feeling he was the reason for her laughter. After several minutes of contemplation, he summoned courage to get in between the union. ‘Hey’ Ednihek said, clustering in between the two of them. Watch it boy, what’s your problem, don’t you have manners’, the mistress said. Ednihek felt shut in the mouth and stammered; ‘I…I….I was about to say….’. The other guy replied swiftly, ‘say what’. ‘I mean…’ replied Ednihek. As he moved to and fro trying to articulate his words, he realized the head of his belt had disbanded from the belt, his trouser fell slowly towards the ground, he quickly supports it with his hands taking to his heels for a safe haven where he could fix the head of the belt once and for all and afterwards go back to the fish he just caught. The girl and the boy laughed their asses out. Every corner he turned to that appeared silent had an average of 15 students chatting together…

GLOSSARY: ‘Poff Poff; a pidgin name for a snack made from flour
Translation of the Yoruba used: ‘Driver mi o duro ni Mayfare ooo’(Driver I’ll not alight at Mayfair {a place in Ife, Osun})
‘Campus ni maa ti bole’ (I’ll alight at the campus). The driver scolds,’ Bole bayii oo, mi oo lo campus ooo’ (Alight here, I won’t get to the campus)
NB: What inspired this story is my decision to dedicate a Piece to every POST UTME Candidate of 2015 who’s writing their Post UTME today for OAU…4 Years ago was my own experience too…
This is based on a true life story…Go back to the entire story, Re-write EDNIHEK from the back, Re-write ABALA from the back and see who it is…LOL Do you get it

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Short Story: ‘CONCEALMENT’ by Badiru Kehinde

Short Story: ‘CONCEALMENT’ by Badiru Kehinde

‘Like the rays of the sunlight,you colour my world….
Putting me in a trance from misery to ecstasy,
Melted by your love…for this day I am yours and you are mine;though life had cheated me…

Out of my mouth came these words as I held Abbey’s hands,caught between mixed feelings of love,nostalgia and downcast.My parents could not witness the day they have always told me to wait patiently for.My feelings were sour and accompanied by the whirling wind,so deem a night,desolate and dark.One could easily see the fireflies and hear the nocturnal bats echo.I turned,facing the window.The brightness of the moon could imitate the brightness of the diamond ring on my finger.It was just past 9pm,our wedding day.Not long,we were escorted home,a sub-urb of Ogba,Lagos state.
The memories hurt,remembering my parents being buried at our home town;Ede,a village in Osun state.Indeed,my world was torn apart.I was just 15 years old,with no other sibling,just one relative;popularly called madam Florence at Jakande area of Okokomaiko,Lagos state.She’s popular with her guest house business.Other family memebers decided I relocated to her place.She made my life look like a tragic whirlwind.She’d tell our olori-ebi;’Folake is doing fine and having a better life here in the city’.If maltreatment,starvation,molestation and exposition to prostitution was the definition of a good life,then the dictionary would have had a revised edition.A day did not pass by without the male genital organ seeing my nudity,an ordeal I struggled with.
Abbey was a different man.I thought I’d never love and trust any man again,but he was different.’Honey,what’s it,you were a thousand miles far away in thought.Tonight is our night,let’s make it happen’;He said as he made his way towards me.My tear drop fell on his hands as he tried to kiss me.I was in a dilemma whether to just tell him or keep it concealed.I hadn’t told him about my past experience on sensuality,it’s the only thing I made him bereft of.I made my way to the bed sitting at the down-side left of it.’Is there anything you are not telling me’,He asked inquisitively.
The words were lost in my mouth,I couldn’t find them,I couldn’t envisage how he’d handle it….Barely had I spoken,when he caressed me.The rest was history…

NB: This Short Story was sent in as an entry in the 2014 Etisalat Prize for Flash Fiction Contest.
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AFRICA MUST BE EMANCIPATED (Kenyan Massacre 2/04/15)


147 Promising destinies were shattered on the 2nd on April,2015 in a Kenyan University as they were massacred by 6 members from the Al-Shabab militant group.You think of what to wear tomorrow 05/04/2015;Easter Sunday,remember the dead won’t be able to do that and I’m quite sure they did had plans…

Just 2 days later,the world has moved on,even the so called West that claims to be a policing force of the Global South.We refer to 147 souls as though we talk of just mere numbers.

Can you imagine 147 buckets at your front,how crowdy and clumsy it would be.That’s how clumsy the international system has become.It’s no more international justice but international prejudice and long for selfishness.

Let the world rise up,Africa must be emancipated from racial subjugation,insecurity and greed…There’s beauty in being BLACK,there’s value in being AFRICAN…I Call on the entire world to rise up and fight for the safety,security of and peace in the African continent.

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***”A PRAYER FOR NIGERIA”*** By Badiru Kehinde
‘We all pray for ourselves,how many of us pray for Nigeria’…It saddens to know within me how the past heroes and patriots of the nation called Nigeria will feel;for the nation they never wished to end up like this,for their legacies which never lived more than their life time.Will their rest be in peace or in pieces?,Will the fasting and prayers they made be in vain upon a nation that’s not in one string concerned about praying for itself.

A nation where office miracle,pocket politics,stomach infrastructure,paper intelligence is the culture and order of the system.Above all,the little baby who was named by Flora Shaw cries for her citizens who praises it daily with curses and words of hopelessness and disbelief.A writer and mentor; Sola Owonibi said; ‘America prayed its way through to where it is now,where’s Nigeria now?’.He continued;’History will never forgive some people’… Sure it won’t for the time they had to pray for a dieing nation and they didn’t.

Let’s reach out to God,say a word of prayer daily for our nation Nigeria.America had its past,this is ours which will be a future some day if only we pray for it.Imagine a population that prays daily; ‘GOD BLESS NIGERIA’.

On the final note;these are words from a fellow Nigerian who see a better Nigeria.’We must pray for this country,even if it’s not for everyone,do it for yourself’…Sola Owonibi.

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NB: This Article was published in ‘HEARTBEAT Magazine’;A faculty magazine of Osun State University,College of Humanites & Culture,Ikire.

PO3M: Love’sVERSE By Badiru Kehinde

PO3M: #LOVE’sVERSE By Badiru Kehinde

No Rhyme,
No Reason,
No Connection,

Never a time,
Though it ends in treason,
A story without perfection.

Come to Me,
So he said is tale of love,
A place where we’ll be free,
Secret verses only royalties have.

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(Dedicated to the memory of the kids who lost their lives on 10/11/14 in the Yobe blast)

(Dedicated to the memory of the kids who lost their lives on 10/11/14 in the Yobe blast)
NB: Boko Haram’s bombing of a science secondary school in Yobe,North east Nigeria.


To the *Mon’sters* who killed our Morning’stars*…
Bading us goodbye to our world.

Shattered in our prime,
by your bombs that count in time.

*from the assembly ground,
to the assembly of body parts…found.

Your heriosm to end my days,
though we just started making hays…

Tears from my desolate mother,
makes her chin sag further…

You killed me to earn your paradise,
In expectation of ten wives.

I hope I’ll be one of them…
Where I’ll make You con*dem.

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Motivational : ‘NOTHING’

I found out ‘NOTHING’ is just an ordinary noun lying down in one corner of the dictionary…
NOTHING can move you,NOTHING can shake you,Not a thing,Not a scandal,Not critics,Not gossipers,Not your past;it only exists as a past and will remain a past.You’ve gotta let go….
NOTHING can define and decide your future more than your imagination.NOTHING outshines the role of self decision…NOTHING should make you hesitate…Don’t fear to take risks..Involve the GOD factor…NOTHING is too big to achieve,If you can think it you can do it
NOTHING can stop heaven’s purpose for you,Not your family,not your wrong relationships,not your status…Not your temprament..You are in charge,make decisions…We all live by decisions which either puts us at the right place or at the wrong place…NOTHING is more important than choice,make right ones..desire truth,pursue diligence..shape your life and see NOTHING as a better SOMETHING….Stay Motivated with #SmoothMotivationWithBadiruKehinde

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FOr A Lecturer and Friend

‘Of man’s first disobedience,and the fruit of that forbidden tree………. ***

‘What course did you say you are even studying,owo ti wo gbo oooo’ LOL………***

‘There is a preponderance of…..***

These are the few little words my mind could remember because I was too busy staring at His Lips trying to study how he articulate his words and strategically align the vocabulary of words that emanate from His mouth

He’d never force a lecture on you…He understands nature…He’s not just a lecturer,He’s one of those few that are teachers***

He’s never with notes…He just hold in his hands the literature texts he wants to analyze***

***Though we got so close not long you left for a greater height…Still your influence lingers in my life

You were encouraging and inspiring

**—I could remember He edited one of my poems; “NIGHT”

I thought of what to write for a writer and scholar that you are but these were the little I could offer from my Pen…

#IcelebrateYOU Professor Senanyon Olaoluwa HBD
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POEM; ‘AN ODE TO GARRI’ (In Praise Of Ikire)

“AN ODE TO GARRI” (in Praise of Ikire)

Tapped from cassava,
Rooted into mother earth.

Student’s best friend
Even when market women become hoarding agents…

What happens after a long lecture,
Brains emanciated by group works and the sun

Garri…quickest thought on my mind

You make me become friends with other hostel mates,
Who comes for you…

Though you’ve cuased troubles amongst roomies
Still they settle it with a bowl of you and panla fish

Garri o!!! A wonderful friend…
Decieving even the wealthy and pompous

Who can resisit the ‘ijebu’ version of you
Long live in my stomach…

Obada market glorifies you
Everyday you are reduced to kongos…

What do I owe you
***purewater and Ikire groundnut

Long Live the queen…Garri

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This poem was inspired by an experience in the town where I’m currently studying,Ikire in Osun State where Osun State University is situated.
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***MBER Month….
Good People are dieing,
The wicked,evil and decietful ones are celebrating birthdays…
what A world of mistery***

***A diluted world…
Of shadows gone past
Revolver around evil’s landscape
***at ones prime…cuts in*

Yonder. Ponder**
If only death had an antidote**

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*******ECHOES OF DREAMS********
By Badiru Kehinde & Ademola Adedeji (NASELS;Osun State University,Ikire Campus)

Finally it’s here.What you’ve waited patiently and anticipated for.This is not one of those poem celebrating independence but a poem of reasoning and awareness of where the nation still remains for the past 5 decades…This is a poem of clamour for a better Nigeria,a reawakening of those dreams of our heroes past that have become mere echoes due to what you’ll see in the poem.Its a poem of renaissance.For your reading pleasure and sensitization…Enjoy!!!

By Badiru Kehinde and Ademola Adedeji

Our dreams still echoes, though of dreams ,seeings unreal,
In visions of old ,a tale largely untold,
We are forever hoping of forever,
You that may be, in a yonder shatter;
The belly is pregnant with beliefs and hopes,
yet but unseen by the midwives of old,
lies the glory we seek…
Woe to the good intentions and bad decision,
For our hopes and notions negate our reality(sation).

Here, a resounding sound of the drum beat,
This drum beat of dreams and feats to achieve,
…Mere echoes…of those heart desires,
Hindered by the ‘Big Bellies’ fliers.

The remnants of colonial rule…nationalists,
Whose struggles have been muted,
Our heroes past smiling in tears,
For their dreams that never became history.

Their dreams of unity,
shattered by the North-South bipolarity,
crippled by regional loyalty crisis,
in Ethnicism we never sought to have.

As I gaze on the cloud of poverty,
which gathering on the landform,
All drenched in the rain of illiteracy
and vices did pouring like virtues,
as And notions of education and knowledge fade off,
in the hopes of peace unborn in the womb of terrorism,
Death and destruction crossing the peoples path of individualism,,
Driving away the able agile actives neglecting from land cultivation,
As they set their admiration on Oil and petroleum dealings at the prime of mind’s admiration,
…Visions of food security as and yet masses feeding on to starve(ation).

This dream of food security,
With empty…Even the food basket…breeding in pauperscity,
As we wear the tag: Agriculture is prime over Oil becoming just a name,
Yet Crude oil…attracts all the fame.

I see a democracy sulk up by Corruption
eating deep roots of democracy,
Farmers cultivating lands for aristocracy,
Here I stand lonely on a tree and, pondering alone,
As I, watching as we sow the seed of underdevelopment,
Alas born by the child of selfishness and greed,
Largely nurtured depriving others access to the mother’s milk.

Ours, The dream of democracy,
Overwhelmed by the joy of ‘poketocracy’,
With Comrades singing hymns
of embezzlement, an ode to a Swiss account…
At independence,our bulbs are without filaments.

The dream of security…more of nightmares,
Our stories unfolding in fear,
Boko haram…a tale of several forests,
Our Bring back our peace…mere hashtag test.!

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Article: ‘You You You’

Some have lost messages that were meant for them,its boring to read this long stuffs…Well I hope you don’t neglect this

Why I am different,Why you are different… I don’t follow others,I do it my own way…You may snub at it but the real people will appreciate it,only real friends will appreciate your real self,they won’t persuade you to be like another person…You may say to yourself ‘Gosh I don’t get much attention as others’ Well attention only ends on the day of internment.Those who pushed you will only move on with the fun of life,it’s now left with how you spent your life on earth that determines where you spend eternity…They find you more attractive,they can’t be like you,so the try to paint you dim.That’s why a writer once wrote,’Those who hate you are your confused admirers,they can’t just figure out why every other person loves you’…Be Real,Be Yourself,Don’t change for anyone,Be Original,Be the Best Brand Of yourself…The real people will love the real You #Smoothmotivationwithbadirukehinde Add up 28CC09AC or ff@keji_banks for more inspiring srories…Badiru Kehinde copyright reserved
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POEM: “O! Angry Rain”

O! Angry Rain

What do I do in times like this,
When your anger has befallen
Upon the noble mother earth

What do I do when condensation has eaten you up,
And all you can do is to rage,
Descendng on trees and leaves
Leaving them in whirls and whispers

the homeless you’ve made more homeless,
Would you stop falling all day.
Causing erosion and wind

The car you stopped from moving freely
The pregnant woman you made wet
Because he’s got no umbrella
Keep falling…Keep tossing those dangling breasts

O! angry rain…

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Potrait Art Work of Nigeria’s Nobel Laureate and Lterary gem; Professor Wole Soyinka.There is a connection between art and literature because they both involve imagination and creativity.He is a great mentor of mine and a blessing to the literary world.some of his works include (Drama) ‘Death and The King’s horseman’ ‘Madman and the Specialists’ (Poetry) ‘Telephone Conversation’, ‘Abiku’ and lots more

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‘GENESIS OF LOVE’ Badiru Kehinde

Something went across my mind,
It seems as though it’s it
Of which I so much find,
To do nothing but stay with.

“If BiRtHdAy CeLeBrATioN was a daily routine,no sane man would think of hanging himself”…Badiru Kehinde…That’s the genesis of LOVE,
LOVE of espousal is the LOVE of God,

LOVE your destiny…Though your beginning may be small thereof,greatly will your future increase.

LOVE your friend,Love your enemies more

LOVE your purpose by living purposefiully

LOVE who you are,don’t try to be better or lesser than another person,challenge your potentials

LOVE your nature…No comparism

LOVE you,LoVe the beauty of the world and not the world itself

LOve love so that Love will Love you in a lovely manner

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1.Think of those things that makes you happy.
2.Think of those precious memories that connects you with your true friends.
3.Don’t over deposit your trust in some particular friends,they may trade it for nothing.
4.Don’t snub those who care about you,it sucks.
5.Don’t say ill of them even in their absence.
6.Try to remain humble even if the proud ones make you look like a crap in front of other friends.
7.Don’t try to appreciate your worth,remain down to earth,the real friends will apreciate the real you.
8.Don’t try to impress friends,it works though but I tell you fake ones will love you temporarily but real ones will love you only if you have influenced them rather than impress them.
9.Don’t rebuke nags,try and help them curtail it.
10.Help your friends achieve their dreams but not at the detriment of yours.
11.Don’t try to be like one of them,there can be ONE of them but none can be ONE of ‘YOU’…
12.When you are pissed off by an attitude,walk away,trouble and arguments only severe the already built relationship.
13.When they stop talking to you,they’ve started talking about you,remain calm.
14.Don’t worry much if you don’t have a best friend,it helps most times.
15.Be careful of the friends you share your dreams and aspirations with.
16.Be wary of the friend you introduce your fiancee to (funny right)…
17.When you notice that whenever you talk they just nag,its either you’re versatile than they are or you are feeding them with gibberish materials.
18.You become the friends you walk with,choose good friends.
19.Good friends are good assets,if you need your assets to accrue,make good friends.
20.Don’t be scared of friends that will desert you,real friends stay,fake ones leave when they’ve got all they need from you.
…Hope you got something.

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(Dedicated To the memory of BINUYO DAVID)

Up and down I paced

With my eyes gazed

Looking for worthwhile answers

Like a messenger from Arkansas

My heart winks

For your great love that blinks

The precious memories

That cannot be complete in stories

The last historian

Even greater than World’s liberian

We love You more

But God loves most for sure


(FoR BINUYO DAVID: 19/08/2014 Sleep Well Bro)

Pay your respect to a genius,gem,scholar and great dude by broadcasting,sharing,reposting,tagging…Thanks
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The Trial of EbolBolu (A short story by Badiru Kehinde)

*THE TRIAL OF EBOLABOLU* by Badiru Kehinde (A short humorous story)

+ooooops…Bolu rhetorted bending his wrist and twisting his neck.several thoughts ran through his mind,thoughts of his date today,thoughts of his unfinished assignments and the hercuilean chores…He siighs *Grabs a bucket and 2kg bag os salt*…makes way to the bathroom. Soon afterwards he though;…..’The Beach should be a better option’… Grabs towel,spongue,soap and puts on his slippers stroling to the beach which was as though is at the back of his house. On getting to the beach,he meets hiis boss having shower,friends and his radical landlord and landlady having a toast at the beach unclad.Tade his best friend was there. With an ebullient look,he could see him with an extension cable plugging the kettle…So shocked he turns to the other side seeing his girl friend with a boiling ring…’He screams confusingly not knowing what to do’….The shout of EBOLA by his kid brother wakes him up from his melodramatic dream…So it was a dream,he grabs his brother and makes his way to the kitchen….

written by Badiru Kehinde copyright 2014



To those who would become leaders today.

Know that leaders automatically become followers through humility

Which makes great leaders quite honourable

Fail not to remember those you ran to when going up

Lest your negligence bring you down,

Team work is the spirit,

Change is the bus which you have to drive diligently and with unity.


Signed:25/7/14. #Osun State university college elections 2014
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To Every Awesome Father Out there

(To Every Awesome FATHER out there).


I would not av competeted with other spermatozoa.

I would have been more naughty, all thanks to your lashes.

If not for You, mum would have been lonely,

she would have made herself an indoor housewife due to lonliness.

If not for you,My schoolfees will be hanging,though mum is a shareholder too…

My pocket money would have needed fasting and prayer…

If not for You,my christmas cloth will involve personal meeting with mum…

If not for You,mum would have given me little meat…

If not for You,I won’t write this today

Taking this time out to wish my Dad; ( Badiru A. Azeez ) Happy Father’s Day. Celebrate your Father by Liking,Sharing,BC…

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10 WAYS TO LIVE HAPPY :Badiru Kehinde
1.Smile Always
2. Wear Your best clothes
3.Encourage yourself in the Lord always
4. Meet new people
5.Stay around your loved ones
6.Focus on God
7.Live a life of purpose
8.Stay connected with the Holy spirit 9.Remniscence on precious memories 10.Remain motivated and inspired …Add Badiru Kehinde up 28CC09AC…Serve yourself by hashtag #Smoothmotivationwithbadirukehinde on FB or visit…31/08/14 Compiled by Badiru Kehinde…
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Election is here again,

Gather your umbrella,

Buy new brooms,

we need to play.

I want you to know

that if you elect me

I will raise your dead grandfather.

Even if he was cremated, we will

re-assemble his bones.

If Eziekel could do, why can’t I?


I will build golden castles at Mokola roundabout.

Egbeda will have a bank

that will give #500,000 to all

Corps members on all clearance days.


I will chase MTN out of Nigeria,

Nigeria Air will fly all pregnant women

to US and Canada to be delivered of their babies.

DSTV will start airing for free.

Don’t worry about that,

we will settle that where we dine at 7 every ‘friyay’.


I will reward all best graduating students,

No more #250.

I will increase it to #5,000 cash as award for all First class

and a full-time job at any local government office

of your choice.

If you don’t want that,

You will have a full time polling-unit job.

Your thumbs are still active,

You could help us inflate the vote-count.


All fresh graduates

Will get (all) the jobs at Chevron

Only If you elect me as your (              ).

Don’t worry, I will feed all

the beggars at Iwo road and Okokomaiko bustop.

This is to show you how

much we hate hunger.

Free food, free food I say.


No more PHED, IBEDC,

I will donate free transformers to all homes.

Dont worry about the prepaid meter,

You can plug your freezer,AC and hotplate for 24 hours, 7 days.

Your minimum wages will be truly minimum indeed,

We will add #3,000 more.


When the deceiver

dines with

the deceived, we end

Up having 2 ‘spoonfool’



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“Write Now” Second Edition Magazine is out now.


It is my delight to announce to you here that “Write Now” Second edition Magazine is out now and launched here in Uyo.

Thanks to all Write Now fellows, lovers of Badiru Kehinde and his works. You can get a digital copy for free through this link Write Now Creative Writing CDS Project-March 2018

This edition contains the literary works of some of the selected students from the over 150 who were taught on how to write creatively.

“Write Now” (A Creative Writing Workshop) will be in Lagos soon and we will be touring from one school to another.

Stay tuned and keep on loving African Literature. God Bless You.

Nigeria to the world


Badiru Kehinde

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Write Now Creative Writing CDS Project-March 2018




Book Title: Mbok Don’t Kopa Me

Author: Badiru Kehinde

Genre: Creative Non-fiction

Pages: 122

Chapters: 28

No. of Words: 48,026

Language: English

Publisher: Hub201 Media,

Published: March, 2018.

Price: #0:00 | $0:00

Country: Nigeria



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About Book:


This is Badiru Kehinde’s full length work of Creative Non-fiction. In his words: Creative non-fiction to me is an experimental genre of writing; hence, he decided to see how he can blend poetry with personal memoir-writing. Here, he writes about his Service year experience with the National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) of Nigeria. Badiru was able to produce a recipe gotten from a blend of creative non-fiction, diary writing and poetry. For him he chose to call this genre; Poemoir

In his words: I’ve always wanted to capture all the moments’ memories on the pages of a memoir. I’ve also had people slide in my DM saying; “won’t you write all the experiences of NYSC for us to read?”

Yea, I thought I could write what the next generation(s) would forever benefit from.

In this memoir, I share with you priceless experiences from my service year. Every corps member had an idea of where they should be posted to, but my case was different. How I handled culture-shock, my various explorations, shuttled between home [South-West] and abroad [South-South] in my head, writings at this moment, the Place of Primary Assignment (PPA), Alawee stories, the memories of the Editorial CDS and my personal Literary community development service (CDS) project, to mention but a few, grace this memoir. I intend this to be a NYSC Bible for many prospective corps members. This way, you can beat the reality – hopefully – while baking your dreams in a flour of expectations.


What does it mean to be an Akwa Ibom Kopa? (Corps member in Akwa Ibom)

I wasn’t posted to a school, government Office, organization and what have you, so where, and why?

What if you discover that NYSC is beyond wearing a Khaki, going for CDS, taking pictures and waiting for a monthly pea-nut?


Absolutely, this is 1 year some will either forever regret or forever adore.

You will find these in this book. Things you didn’t know about Akwa Ibom are there in also. And for those who dream of serving there, this is a must read. And as Orange boots are replaced by suits, what next?


Prepare your mind as you travel through this book.



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Badiru Kehinde’s ‘Write Now’ trains over 150 young students in Uyo, Akwa Ibom State as Creative writers

When I left a place I call home in April, 2017, I had no main picture of where I was going to, how it looked like and the tales that awaited me, I took my life with all care. Like one writer said, you must face life like a mirror and keep burning like flames of fire.


I spent the night at Ikot-Ekpene and from there the story to life, impact and realities of being a youth corps member was birthed.


More than anything, writing and seeing budding writers become better have been one of my greatest passion. More so, in the pursuit of impact on the young minds and with the desire to promoting Nigeria’s Literature, I knew I had to do this. Do what?


All plans had been thought out before the beginning of the scheme. I had hoped to have a Personal CDS Project (which some people whispered to me as impossible). In proving every impossibility wrong, I walked the streets of Uyo, Akwa Ibom under the rain and in the sun (Coincidentally, that’s also a line from the NYSC Anthem). I also jumped in and out, from different taxis and Keke marwas in search of sponsors and literary enthusiasts.


Many of these tales were filled with heart breaks. Although, there were no pieces. I had some people look in disdain without believing in the proposal I had in hand. Interestingly, I had written and reprinted the proposal about 5 times before it was finally approved by the NYSC. That could have kept me down but I kept on with it.


What had kept me inspired were these tough times. One of such was when I wrote a poem in dedication to the state’s 30th anniversary. I had hoped I would perform it but I couldn’t due to one reason or the other.


I therefore knew a lot had to be done. I needed to challenge the stereotypes in the community and metropolis I was. I therefore adopted a Personal CDS Project named “Write Now” which successfully:


1. Trained over 150 young students on the art of Writing.


2. Empowered them with different writing materials from books to pen.


3. Provided close-watch writing workshops, feed-backs as well as virtual writing aids/prompts.


4. Helped the students discover and nurture their writing prowess.


5. Revealed the various genres and elements of writing to the students.


6. Published an anthology as written by the students themselves. Copies are available in Uyo. Many of the poems focused on themes such as feminism, girl child, education, politics, motherhood, justice, corruption, leadership and lots more.


All these would not have been possible without the wonderful team of writers, poets, photographers and lovers of art. One of them exceptionally is  Oluwa Olamiposi Omoyelei. Yele and I had been friends on Facebook and Badagry shildreeen until NYSC made it a real time friendship. When I saw her writing her name on the list of those that had just arrived then, I called upon her and she was left in awe. Indeed, this was some of the reasons why God had brought us together in words, rhyme and rhythm. She was instrumental to this project, touring with me from school to school. She is selfless and could give her love in a million liters if it was fuel.


Adeoye Adebayo Bajo would become a greater part of the journey in Nysc Akwa Ibom State. Many poems I wrote during the service year had been inspired by his Camera. He was part of this project and contributed immensely. I want to appreciate Badiru Idowu Adebusola who knew all of these since its start, Ojo Oyenike Feyisola Rachael Egberis, Meni Roland, Biodun, Olapeju Nifemi and Gbenga who were on ground most times to ask of the project’s progress. I will save you the stories; you can read a lot more in the memoir set to be out soon.