Yorubaseeker's Blog

\ Hello YOS VIEWERS, so i was joking around yesterday so i told my sisters to dress up so we could take pictures and it turn out great. i think i can call myself creative director. see more picture after the cut... and i took it in different angels and we had the wardrobe shoot then they got A BREATH OF FRESH AIR  and we have others  i think you all should just contact me for that next photo shoot you thinking of and lets have fun  Location; Abeokuta Muse:titi and Ayaoba  their ig handle are @__lolv and @ iam_hadex

                                                       Hi guy’s longest time, so someone sent this to my inbox and wanted to be anonymous she  wanted to share a peek of  ‘HIM’ He makes me smile, He makes me laugh, He makes me happy, He makes me angry, He makes me jealous, He makes me feel loved, He cares for me, He is my morning. He is my sunshine. He is my happiness He is my best friend. I met him first over a year ago in a place I least expected (church)… I felt the connection the first time I heard him sing, he didn’t even know I existed then…                                            ...

When the writer's call, nature's hears, And the sword comes no longer at the pen, Maybe then I'll write my sonnet When the sun stands still, and the rains whisper no more, Nature asking where art thy souls gone, When the mountains stand still in wonder's amaze and nature's son is reborn, Maybe then I'll write my sonnet... When the court knows it shines as rotten wood, And the preachers know they speak not the truth, When the warriors know they fight another's cause, And battles remain a false call, Maybe then I'll write my sonnet When nature's daughter equals a son, And is treated as one, When the unborn teach nature's born, And the ejected child cries to be born, Maybe then I'll write my sonnet When no longer poor, the homeless become, The servant, his master no longer in awe, When the rockman comes to ground from Aso And the poor man adores him also, Maybe then I'll write my sonnet Whe...

Okay, you want me to teach you how to compose a "poetry", Is that even possible? Okay, you believe nothing is impossible, Although, I also believe this, But, can I teach you? Am I capable of doing that? Poetry is from the mind, Nobody teaches you, You have it in you, You just have to be observant, and get ready to learn, Talk to your inner self Your inner self will help you, The way will surely be shown to you! Do you still find it hard to learn poetry? If yes, you did not follow my given order, "Observation" plus "readiness to learn" and lastly, "good communication", Is the key. Wow! You have finally done it, Did you compose this? You are now a poet, Oops, Did I just say that? You can't be a certified poet, Until you inspire a person, Through your writings, You may not know, But, You have a powerful tool in your hands, And it is, "YOUR PEN" written and composed by ...

So this has been the style of  Buhari and his media aides  over time, commiserating with us and setting up committees every time there is an attack or the other, we need concrete and decisive steps and measure to stop this act. It is so appalling that Nigerian would takes arms and kill  fellow citizen for whatsoever reason,  the government needs to do something fast to contain this menace.

                                             Hello Yos viewers, how’s the week going, I guess it cool and smooth. So I want to talk about my last week Sunday service experience.                 So, have been writing my exams this past week and the routine brokenness always associated with exams caught up with me and I was flat broke. So I was in my friend’s house to read and all, I then  decided to attend a church in the area since I was sure I was going to be given the first timer treat  coke and snacks and It would  serve as my morning food.                 So Sunday morning, I was on my way to attend the service. When I got there the setting of the church was all nice and neat, the choir ministrat...

                                                                                             I write this with a sad heart, As I have my sober reflections, I remember the days I had dreams, ambition and purpose, The years my dreams were intact! I was 14 years and 9 months old, Just fresh from my junior school getting into my Senior years, I had that dream of becoming a "neurosurgeon" and owning my own business, Then I started my journey into my teenage years not knowing things, Oblivious of the world's distractions, Then I fell into the pit of distractions, complacency meeting "dem babes",  Smoking "dem craze" and "dancing my days off". In a twinkle of an eye, I became 18, finished high school got into ...