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Wednesday, 4 December 2024

BACK TO THE ROOT

My journey back home after several years over the weekend was an eventful one. It seems the burial of our Big daddy is a big deal all of a sudden. Driving from Lagos straight to Osun state was not an easy task, especially driving on a crazy road of ours. The most difficult part was the Lagos/Ibadan Express way which already has a wave of undulation like a stormy sea, now I support the Federal government sack of Babalakin (Bi-Courtney) from the job after several years of the award. 

The journey to Ibadan was pretty slow due to extra bad road and Tankers taking over. Ibadan/Ife Express was not any way fair, potholes are found in most sections though not everywhere. Driving here is a bit calculative; maneuvering can only be done by professional drivers like us without bursting tires or running the car out of track. I still wonder why Ooni’s RCC construction was given part of Lagos/Ibadan express renovation considering the bad quality of work they did on Ibadan/Ife.*** On getting to Ife toll gate bypass, I decided to buy bread and Akara (Bean Cake) which has always been the tradition snack whenever we go home. The Akara hawkers gathered round the car like legion of ants with paper wraps of Akara almost breaking the car window but at last I was able to buy from a young lady who grin and say “thank you sir” with a dialectic tone. I got some bottled water for myself and those with me in the car before zooming off. 

The journey from Ife/Osu bypass to Ilesha was smooth, I had to engage the jeep I was driving into an automatic cruise on a speed of 130km/h enjoying the refreshment and the softly oozing music of Wizkid. After I drove pass Ilesha I noticed my steering wheels was hard but I kept on with my drive. When I got to Owena after God slightly saved me from an accident around JABU University with a crazy oncoming trailer because I couldn’t turn my wheels in haste, I decided to check my engine thinking it was the transmission oil, little did I know that the fan belt running the engine had removed. Thank God the belt and Boris were lying on the engine floor; all I needed was a mechanic. After spending like 4 hours in the mechanic site, I was set to go, but I had to cancel my earlier planned journey to FUTA Akure because we are already running late for the Wake-keep ceremony.

After the candle light session, I started relating with my lost but found cousins and Uncles, we chatted a while before I moved to our family house. Nothing has changed in the house only that it is old. My dad’s picture in his prime and some of his siblings are still found hanging on the wall also grandma and grandpa’s pix during their chieftaincy days even after there several years of demise. The pendulum clock is no more working but still stand hanging, looking at it I could still hear its ding sound after striking every hour on Xmas when we are little kids, grandpa’s black and white television still sit gently on the stool dirty and wreck, so also the chairs. My aunty led us in praise and worship, my uncle a pastor led the thanksgiving prayer while my Dad cap it all with his prayer as the family head. We ate original pounded yam wrapped in leaf with okro soup and fresh vegetable with bush meat, it all brought back the memories of times spent here with our grandparents during Christmas with my siblings and little cousins, that’s the only time we usually come home. But after the death of both grand parents long ago, Christmas as always been celebrated at our individual place of residence.

Now here I am in my root, I still can feel the cold weather and fog in the morning, the ijesha dialect still flies around me even though I can’t speak but I enjoy hearing it, I still can see the goats littering the floor with their feaces and the chicken running around with their chicks, I still can hear the bell of St.Pauls Cathedral the family church we attend every Christmas period. The taste of the food here is fresh, I’m proud to be from this end. (Ipetu-Ijesha, Osun State.)


Yommybishop.....(4th December 2012)

Sunday, 29 September 2024

MY PUSSYcat

 


Oh my pussycat, where art thou.?

We were friends, so close to the end,

Fond of each other, always thinking of forever.

Whenever i lay my back at night, she lays with me.

Whenever i wake by day, she's their for me.

She jumps over me and lays on my bosom

We play hide and seek that makes the mind gladsome.


The way she looks convinced me she's my pussycat 

The way she eats my meat whenever she's hungry

No one else can

I'm not oblivious of how smart.

I bring her chocolates and she licks with me my milk.

I bring her candy and she licks my honey.

Whenever I'm back from work, she mews and smile at me.

She always slow whine and jumps over me.

She calms my nerves and makes it work by easing my tension from work.


Oh my lovely pussycat, where art thou.

I'm back from my guilt trip, come give me a sip

She eats not my meat no more.

No more does she drink or lick my milk

She plays not with me, and no longer mews at me.

I guess she found herself a new companion.

An escort when i was amiss.


What will i do to bring my pussy back

What should i do to show how much i miss you pussy.

What more can i say to please my pussy

The cat walk and cat eyes I'm so obsessed to 

Now that she's gone will i ever get a pussy like hers

Will i have to do more just to surpass.?

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Oh my pussycat, where art thou.?


Yommybishop★ (September 29, 2010)

Monday, 23 September 2024

BECAUSE I AM SPECIAL

 

Because I'm special I have my sense of self and it’s not for sale. 

I know who I am and I refuse to fail, I know who I am I’ve got the power to succeed and in the spirit of faith I’ve got all that I need.

A blessing in disguise as the evidence of things not seen is the secret of success in the seed of self esteem.

Because I am that I am there is no way I can let myself down, Hang-ups and set backs are only stepping stones to higher ground.

Determination is the next step, determination is different from persistence. Persistence is an action, determination is an attitude. 

Determination is an attitude that allows you to keep going in spite of the problems, in spite of the challenges of such magnitude.

Because I am special I don’t compare.

Comparison is never proof of anything; it’s a waste of time and energy. When you compare your life to that of other people you might become bitter or vain because there will always be people better or worse than you.

Because I am special I am a winner and I never quit. The achievers never let “NO” break their spirit. They understand that persistence is the key to changing a NO to YES, And only persistence always breaks down Résistance.

Because I am Special, I am the apple of his eyes, the thought in his mind and the Project in his hand.

I am a Replica of God, the light of the World, the Prince of my King the son of the most High.

Because I am special, I am who I am

I am FATOYINBO ABAYOMI BISHOP.

 September 23, 2010

YOU CAN EAT YOUR CAKE AND HAVE IT..

 

Ladies boobs are like Scabby Scoop
When you sight them, you will want to take the first look.
They are just like baked cake that comes in different taste and shape.
These Cakes are not easy to make,
Big, Small, Medium, you will always want to eat in a haste to avoid possible waste.
Even the smallest of all which is the Queens Cake, still have a great take.
They all vary in taste and flavor
Vanilla, Strawberry and Chocolate
All are served in our favour.
Some are plastered with an Icing and designed to be interesting,
While some are naturally inviting without the Cream of an Icing.

So brothers when next you find yourself in the Candy Shop, remember a cake is the best bite.

It will lead you on, turn you on and possibly make you come.
It will make you go.....YUMMY.


Yommybishop. 2010




Tuesday, 17 September 2024

A FATHER'S LOVE ❤️

 

A Father's love takes you farther

Giving you confidence like no other.

His cares and prayers

Build up the family in layers.

Assurance of making his own a better player.

He teaches you the Godly way.

So, you can be a Christ ambassador and not sway


A father's love is like a ladder

He holds you up, not making you stagger

Gives you access to the top

His advice keeps you going with no stop

He teaches you how to farm

How to make money and be calm.

He's their for you through the storm

With so much assurance, he wraps you in his arms in turn.


A father's love is like a Nurse

Who cares for you when you are, and when not.

A profession my father is so proud of,

He climbed to the top and stood tall 

He gives you tender loving care

And so much kindness to share.

He takes care of your life's wounds 

Makes you feel better and makes you feel new.


My father's love is like a lamp,

Shinning his light to guide us through life's camp.

He shows us the way of Trinity

The way of truth and fear

His aim is to take us to eternity. 

He shows love to my mother, never make his wife to bother.

His fears and tears are unseen, 

His love is unexpressed

But his care and protection remain as a pillar of strength throughout our lives.

A father's love is eternal and without end.

He's definitely God sent. 


HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FATHER.

Overseer OluFemi Fatoyinbo ❤️✝️🎂




Thursday, 1 August 2024

TEST FOR PROTEST (HUNGER IS STRONGER)



I see placards like swarm of locusts on the first day of August.

I see people on the street

Walking in the sun on bare feet.

I see them in the marketplace

Holding hands with their neighbour matching from place to place.

"Enough is Enough" is the mantra

We can not continue to take "shit" from these mindless leaders.

Say No to Bad Governance 

Their ineptitude has crushed our tolerance.

We have leaders who lack empathy but feed fat on our collective sweat and throw senseless parties. 

Yet hunger is ravaging the land,

But their supporters are paid to salvage their evil political brand.


Hunger is stronger;

But i see the common man profuse and confused

Their attention hijacked and diffused.

I see tears in their eyes, falling like rain drops from the sky

I see Babylonian in Zion, striking hot the cold iron,

Tearing down flesh like a hungry lion

Actualizing their evil plans of aeon.

On his selfish mandate, they chose a candidate.

With their wicked ways it was a manipulated date.

But no more fears on people’s faces

They are ready to take back what belongs to them.

Yet the government thinks it’s just a storm in a tea cup.

Even with their thugs and traditional oro-cults, 

This hunger protest, we shall never boycott.


Hunger is stronger;

Yet, i see their leaders as the highest bidder.

The so-called senators are nothing but a bunch of predators

I see them in the lower chamber

Throwing words at each other with hot temper

Assembled in the ad hoc house,

Just to taste the cheese like Mickey Mouse

They are making policies for us to see

But their minds are corrupt, waiting to launder money overseas

Not the EFCC or ICPC can stop them

Cus those are agencies too blind to see them.

We are being given concoction for abortion

Investigation is their language in ugly situations

What else could it be but corruption.

They are all crooks; even the few with integrity are disappointing

This is a bate to cook.


Hunger is Stronger;

The situation of the nation has turned abomination.

Removal of subsidy has brought about jeopardy 

The cost of living is now killing the living,

The living must survive, so protest is a given.

Yesterday, both hunger and poverty married themselves,

Made the houses of the common man their residence.

To eat now has turned luxury, 

Most men and family are living in penury. 

In Nigeria, everyday homes are being destroyed

To the grave, great destinies are deployed.

We need to redeem the days because it’s full of evil. 

Making up for the mistake of past elections by being civil.


Let the poor breathe, he lied.

But a mindful breath this period does wonders for the soul. 

Lets all take a deep breath, 

Inhale peace, exhale happiness and focus on what is important. 

Please don't Suffocate us Jagaban

Cus" only those who know how to breathe will survive in your regime.

These Politicians are all Babylonians in Zion,

Tearing down our fleshs like a hungry lion.

I see hustling and bustling in fear

I see a government that doesn’t care

They are serving us concoction for abortion

Corruption has eaten deep into our dear Nation.

Hunger is indeed stronger, hopelessness birth chaos. 

Give us light, good roads and water, good governance is what we deserve

The youths need good jobs, tired of eating only bread and butter.

We need economic security, let this hardship stop

Tell it loud; tell it to the man on top.


#EndBadGovernance

Yommybishop.....1st August 2024