POSITIVE IMPACT _ PAUL SPEAKS

Grains withered, When 'twas winter, Field in an ugly pasture, Stood in a stale posture, People were struck with mighty power, That could sink a tower, Hearts full of weeping blood, And makes the abode looks blurred, Impatient trampled them down, And tattered their faulty gown, They roar to the priest like a bear, And lamented unto him as a beer, Their outcry echoes annihilated the temple, And makes the cathedral trembled, Eagerness trapped those who anxiety pierced, And got them into a flame of fierce.

An Interview with the C.E.O of Fastworldlink.com on his birthday :- Full Name: Adeosun Adebusayo Alaba. State of Origin: Osun state. Place of Residence : Epe, Lagos State. Institution attended: Federal University of Agriculture, Abeokuta, Ogun State, Nigeria. What you do: Am a blogger. I own Fastworldlinkz Blog(No.1 best of Entertainments). I run my blog as a result of the passion I have for blogging. I feel happy and always excited when blogging. Blogging is my profession. What do you study in your institution: I study Animal Production and Health services in FUNAAB. Religion : I am a Christian. I attend Baptist Church. I am proud to be a Baptist. How many are you in your family?: I am from a family of six. Relationship : Single. Visit his Prestigious site HERE Dear viewers, Contact Fastworldlinkz Blog CEO to wish him a happy birthday. Facebook: Facebook Twitter: @Fastworldlinkz Instagram: Fastworldlinkz_blog WhatsApp: 07035849068. Happy Birthday...

A VOICE IN THE STREET Loving the face of solid wonders His mocked fame grew yonder Humble gestures to remember A tangled chains of troubled waters Built a storey cliff denial Every heart seek out farther Digging deep with rejected sober He was called "special". Painting old ruckus of emotions Wind of gratitude filled his expression Birth marks as old as an illusion Resides anonymously above all superstitions A filled cup of critic delusion Cry out in loud agonising celebration Not a word to soothes his frustration Wallowing gently in the world of rejection. O'er a thousand battles of pity Drenched away from clownish courtesy Bragging about hamlets; a lonely city He watches beyond duty Mildness and fairness covers not a dirt His presence abound to naught Chewing the heart of cold draught Things fell mysteriously;  a custom doubt. Bless his soul in grief abundance The brevity of courage touches his trance Admonishing the fruits of other...

THE THING WITHIN A CIRCLE. ( A Short Story). EPILOGUE *********************** Some of her colleagues and students from the school stopped by to visit bringing with them cards and flowers, perfumes and deodorant, jokes and clownish attitude to laugh at. You prayed for her, never minding how short it was you said it anyway; "Lord, fill her with the spirit of divine healing". A prayer you had learnt from church last week.  Saturday came, there was no dinner whatsoever. The power holding company had failed to come to your aid, the candle lit formed scary shadows on the moronic wall. The opened window brought in air but you felt hot, silence swept the whole floor. Wanting to ease yourself, you had climbed out of bed and walked through the corridor that led to the toilet. Your surprised sight was turned sour when your mother's half opened door exposed an immoral act of shame. Your cerebrum became blank but you saw him, it was Tobun. The woman's velvet dress was torn...

*********************** 'How are you, Ene?' The smiling face at the door asked, his brow narrowed suspiciously. You stood mute like the question was rhetorical but you let him in smiling, a smile of curiosity and wonder.  Food was served, plain rice and stew, the aroma swept your eager thought and washed down the hunger residing in your stomach. Eating slowly, your sister's laughter diluted the stillness of the room while the other two adults winced with finny gestures. Their loud discussions echoed and vibrated continuously, voices shook and creak until the fading evening gave way to nightfall and their noises ceased to humid quietness. -----------------------  Sunday came quickly, bringing cold to the bare skin. The tiled compound looked wet as you stepped out from the kitchen door to give Mrs. Oluwagbenga the meat stock she had always wanted. Sauntering into their excessive kitchen, she smiled and giggled at the threaded hair your mom had plaited for you that mo...

Picture Caption :- I'm wearing the smile you gave me. I'm living the life you paid for. I'm loving withe the heart you mended. It was fun Interviewing the unique Olumideko, Tit'Oluwa Arike as I learnt and got amazing replies and encouraging ones. I've always checked out all her post on Facebook and it's always from one glorious process to another, either from sticking to one truth to another or you see her expressing her Big love for God. She's been Unique that even her friends can testify and approve of this with the amazing comments and encouragement she gets from all her post on Facebook. My little online Interview With  Olumideko, Tit'Oluwa Arike. Full Name :-       Olumideko, Tit'Oluwa Arike Email Add : -      shes4God@yahoo.com What's your Drive :-  *   I see something I don't like, I try my best to change it. The good thing is, there are many things I don't like. Why exactly do you like the trut...

Name: Olayiwola Dorcas Toluwalopemi E-mail add. :  Otoluwalopemi@gmail.com D.O.B:16th November Facebook: Olayiwola Dorcas Toluwalopemi A fashionista and a  graduate of Project management technology in (Federal university of technology Akure) Little Info :  Miss Olayiwola Dorcas is a unique type of being who has the urge and the drive to positively impact are environment and her world @ large, with my little chat with her, I discovered and gained that she surely knows she isn't ordinary and knows she isn't meant to be localized. She is Unique and Different and it takes a bold step and a need to be responsible for ones life to be one of the world changers this days which am sure she's going to be one of them . She went ahead to know Gods vision for her, build her self esteem and also discover herself . She Impacts lives and she is into purpose discovery too, she wants all women young (especially) to know what they live for not being ...

Achievement Your Achievement is your aaccomplishment The acquirement of your investment  It is not getting employment with a manageable payment  Its like getting an establishment with enjoyment But before achievements are impediments There can be disappointments There can be embarrassments Buy all you need is the management of your predicaments  And to you argument should be an excitement  Not a disagreement  Because in every argument  You would document an idea And with proper arrangement  It would lead you to a great advancement Thinking time should be an important time spent Meditation should be a key moment As it would lead to attainment Then attainment would lead to great Fulfilment Yes fulfilment is achievement

THE THING WITHIN A CIRCLE. ( A short story).   EPISODE TWO ***********************  The drizzling music from the rain brought a comforting happiness as you sat watching the flat screened television hung on the blue coloured wall. You were buoyed by your own resolve. It was Saturday, a day you rest after a long tiresome week days anticipating the usual dinner visitor, the neighbour's spoilt eighteen years old son, Tobun. A mate of your sister, she taught at a primary school adjacent the house, the four bedroom duplexes. His singled mother was a nurse in the private model clinic, her duty calls occupies the whole day of Saturdays.

WHO SERVES WHO I grew up knowing leaders either appointed or elected are to serve Giving up their time, money, strength and verve I grew up knowing leaders are to sacrifice Give advice, always being precise I grew up knowing leaders are to love and care Knowing God is above whom they fear But all of a sudden, humanity now has no gravity Words of peace,  have turned words of insanity Hands that once fed us Now bring starvation to us Thought the bible says “promise is a debt” But now I guess promise has become a threat Leaders whom we appointed or elected Have now become thorns in our flesh by which we are all affected Democracy used to be ‘of the people, by the people and for the people’ Now it appears it’s against the people WHO SERVES WHO It’s all about the national cake Pretense all over, we fail to know who is fake They come before us making empty promises which we believe as they run their lips like sieves Because they want to lead And show their t...

When will we start encouraging truth and embracing reality When will we start listening to words that touch and not negative words that crush When will we embrace those with talents like spoken word, oratory and poetry And not lame raps that involves dancing round the laps (grinding) When will we build self-confidence and push out fear to its residence When will we clap our hands to meaningful things and not shouting to hype filthy things When will we be of help to those who are in need and not joining to squander what is left beneath When will we stop talking and start acting When will our idle hands become tools to change our generation We sit down saying they have spoilt our country not knowing we are also agent of destruction cos once you are idle, negative thinking comes and becomes the title of our actions We all are living on past legacy which legacy do we want to live for the next generation. Be a problem solver, stand and write something on the scroll of life ...

An abode far away From home, from peace, from hale Little souls twinkled at night Breathing so loud to withstand Imagine their sights above Hung with fear, a tiny glow. The first a night Flying cockroaches eased in delight Troubled echoes lifting rescues All of them; a mocking coo Clued to one hole Ten miles alone. The wind goes overboard Mincing calmness, sweetened guts Has the trees grown their wings? Dropping their shells on shallows Wild and whirl watered the morning dew A stream of naked weed. The last a night Chasing away sobbing fright Bent in taking off branched ties Friends so many, outnumbered heirs Sarcastic bow of honour Blushed over the faces of four. Journey home, an empty rooftop Grinning like nightingale in love Between gushing belief Dried as wet sleeping leaves Not a stain of dew Thick dust on our humble sleeves.

The features you capture now Is what would picture in your future The mind has a very soft texture And whatever you use to nurture your mind Will mature in it The mind is a creature That goes on a lot of adventure And it doesn't need the right temperature  To accept any given signature  The mind is the right pasture To fertilize with ideas  It will posses the right structure  And you would see that without a Gesture The right picture for your future will begin to feature..

It was so amazing to have attended the most amazing program of the month    @  Hilltop auditorium (FUTA)... what a wonderful program..

THE THING WITHIN A CIRCLE. ( A short story).    EPISODE ONE  You had thought life was a 3D movie and so it would be for you, but the thorny storms made it seem like the horrific scenario in Hollywood crimes and chaise. It would have just been the perfect horror if your phone had not jerked loudly this afternoon.   'Hello Ene'. It was Ann. Curious about her excited tone, you asked.   'Whats up with the call?'   'He proposed'. She replied.   'And who is the HE?'   'Tobun Oluwagbenga. My boss in the office'.  The name consciously rang a blow in your heart that made you stutter.   'To-bu-n O-lu-wa-gb....?   'Are you okay, do you know him?.    The line went off. ***********************

Few days ago, I was fetching water with a friend. I carried a very big bowl of water, while he carried two, because of the size; I placed mine on my head, while he carried his with his two hands. Our destination was a two story building where he lived. Consequently, the buckets and bowl were filled with water, ready to be carried to our destination. Meanwhile, he lived on the 2nd floor of that story building. After helping me to lift my bowl so I could place it on my head, we started the journey towards home, I soon discovered that he was paced far ahead of me. I became really uncomfortable with this, so I decided to take giant strides. I also soon discovered that with each step i took to catch up with him, I was either wavering with the water on my head or staggering, despite that I was focused on keeping up with him because I didn’t want to stay at the back, as fate would have it, I got what I deserved at last, the water I carried on my head spilled out, stepping on it made me ...

Martin luther king jr said "If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as a Michaelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say,'Here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well." My meaning of excellence simply is, that whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do well; that whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself to completely; that in great aims and in small, I have always been thoroughly in earnest.  From  this: excellence is not a choice, it’s a lifestyle.  Take heed from Ralph Waldo Emerson who said, “Sow a thought and you reap an action; sow an action and you reap a habit; sow a habit and you reap a character; sow a character and you reap a destiny.” Excellence is to do a common thing in an uncommon way. In the land where excellence is commended, not envied, whe...

         OYIN INÚ ÀPÁTÁ Stained city walls, bold past Cocks and chicks crowing neither in fear Magnificent emotions gone with the wind Blindly visions rule the comic Pictures white, black and physical As dew droplets on dyed leaves. Beat aloud, gong wrist Fishes and whales bleached off their clothed skin Heated fire quenching it flames What has poetic shoes got the lamed lame? Not a single penny to boast A stone for his kin. Wounded breast, moan in confusion Infant lay in blossom maturity Broken between all odds Love against those walls Gestures thick, painted by illusion With patient reads close to reality. Hands on clay, soberly sad Purple linen hung about it wet Solar mildness scorch it skin to dryness Eerie laughter flickers amidst dampness Told to feet, covering so hard Sworn falsely loosened ropes of earthen.  Pouting malice, kept to heart Spilled gallantly atop a stone With terrific chance of effrontery Mark down t...