THE ART OF SOUND

Give me that sweet sound

As I play you with my fingers

Running different scales and notes

On the strings tight on bolt.

The rhythm of the season

Is what gives me every reason

To pour out emotions 

And strike every chord with caution. 

The sounds you produce at my every touch

Gives me the confidence not to rush.

The vibrant vibration, gives a willing player liberation.

Cos your sound is powerful

Your tonic sofa reinvigorates me like tonic water.

Close to the heart you are like a Violin.

Hard, yet soft and silky 

A victory sound so milky.

Give me that sweet sound.

As I play you with my both hands.

Holding you close and tight, makes me feel all is right.

You are the best sound after the Organ

Which produces sounds through the pipes.

It gives orgasms at highest scales 

The pinnacle of every playing stage.

Let this Opera be mine

As I bend you to my submission.

Let's create the art of music

With mass orchestra at our grooving 

Let's tell a story through sound

Gaining momentum as our love abounds.

The purest heart cut in size.

It's the heart of musing,

The art of sound.

Yommy Bishop...... 29th Feb 2026

ARE YOU BITTER OR BETTER.?

 

WHEN 2 BEST FRIENDS FIGHT BITTER

Amazing story about these 2 great ladies who are high flyers in their professions and are good friends. People envied and loved their friendship and how they both collaborate to create a wonderful moments.

Unfortunately, they could not manage themselves when it comes to misunderstanding and conflict resolution. They implode due to pride, hearsay, unhealthy competition, misinterpretation of intentions, and most times, hidden jealousy which is a common factor among women.

Women always attach sentiments and ego when in a conflict situation, they will sense disrespect and betrayal at the same time. They assume what is not there by awfulising what is not awful. They ride on their emotions, yet both parties will never agree to their own wrongdoing (grandstanding). The more outsiders try to resolve their fight, the more it becomes messier. 

In the situation of good friends. it's only the Holy Spirit that can minister to their hearts to Forgive and move on after a serious disagreement (which they might classify as betrayal). To err is still human and to Forgive is divine. They should both know the DEVIL does not love beautiful and peaceful places, he will always want to find a way in their midst. Yes; It's okay to have misunderstanding but never okay to dwell on it. Because an unresolved conflict will always lead to bitterness. 

Bitterness, however is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. It harms you more than anyone else. Bitterness is like a cancer, the bible advises in Ephesians 4:31 "Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice"

So, in any situation of conflict with a friend or family member, lets always make love, not war. Lets forgive one another. Mark 11:25, also states: "And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive him, so that your Father in heaven may forgive your sins".

Remember, you either get BITTER or you get BETTER. ❤️

Yommybishop....... 28th August 2025

A CASE STUDY OF ALASEYORI AND APEKEOLA. 

TOTAL STRANGER.

 

Last night, I slept with a stranger,
I woke up confused, like a soundless thunder.
How could this be.?
An alien by my side, with no emotions attached.
She won't speak my language, not even get on my page.
She won't explain how, she became now.
Darkness all around, Cloud of stormy weather
Unnecessary all together
What a lost feeling, the emotions she's killing.

It hurts the most when the person that made you feel special yesterday makes you unwanted today. 

Strangers can become best friend just as easy best friends can become strangers.

Last night, i slept with a stranger
I hope I'm not in danger.?

Yommybishop (26th June 2019)

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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)

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.

She gets wet when she's happy

She's the best pet to fill my cappy.
I bring her chocolates and she licks 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 

She eases my tension from everydays work.

Oh my lovely pussy, 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)

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 my next step, determination is different from persistence. Persistence is an action, determination is an attitude. Determination is an attitude that always allows me to keep going in spite of the problems, in spite of the challenges of any 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