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Man oh man! How best can I describe? Forgive me for am an embodiment of that which I dare describe. A being that I am and to which I've been affiliated and still is should enjoy a description worthy of nothing less than bias. However, I beg to differ and to dismay the feeling of prejudice anyone may hold towards my judgment of man thus, I've decided to discuss man as he unleashes both his abilities and their flip sides like am some sort of time's camera; a screen through which we shall be getting to see ourselves or our kind. Man is an embodiment of all things beautiful as this is manifest in the feeling you get when you are privileged to visit places like Paris; imagine that beauty and serenity juxtaposed and controlled by man. In fact it was correct to say "see Paris and die." Yeah! What else could have been more beautiful than the ornamental extravaganza with which man beautified his terrain? Well, some may say the scriptural description of Heaven stands the

Does man need to eat much, have lots of clothing for fashion sake or need for much education? These questions are not just questions for questionnaire sake. They are borne out of a consistency there is and has been for man to satisfy his immediate wants more so, his needs in the near and far future. I stand to accept any caution or correction if there's any but has there been any man who lived forever thanks to nutrition gotten from eating so much or is there any being (and I mean man) that has won a global fashionista prize of all time for simply being one who can pride his/herself with the enviable title of having all the clothing brands there are. Can anyone say that there's been one (and I mean man) who is endowed with the know how of everything and this immeasurable knowledge has brought to witness today's dawn? I dare not answer my own questions for I'd be greeting my thoughts with prejudice by proffering only suitable answers that befit what my picture of man i

Dear Lord I humbly beseech Thee Cleanse my heart from envy and awaken my conscience Teach me to mind my speech And open my heart to the sight of hell's torment Firm my feet despite my weakness And cause me to believe though I may break Remind me often that I'll be well after this sickness For in you I lay and unto you I awake Teach me the importance of patience That I may endure these current pains Accept my confessions as I repent For only your forgiveness removes our stains __Prince Jeremiah Kadiri

It seemingly seem logical that when there's too much water in the system of a living organism, it tends to emit fluids often (sometimes to maintain a balance). Pardon, this is not me trying to bring you one of those biological teachings whose reputation for boredom never cease to awe those of us who have chosen to toe the path of pure arts. It is often said that water is the source of life and this assertion, I bet, has always made air jealous; how can water be the sustenance of life when without air man, animals, plants to mention but a few out of God's wonderfully knitted web of creation, cannot do without air? Without air, in my experience of life's dynamics, nothing that is would be. Am not trying to argue the well known reality that water holds life but, hey! Without air you won't be holding whatever medium you are currently reading my thoughts from and contemplating whether or not am sane. Yeah! "Why is jeyKAD confusing himself?" Forgive me, for I pitch

"How dare you vilify love?" I presume you'd ask from much disdain for my claims or out of skepticism. The answer lies with one whose heart has been endeared to, I'd say, the punches and punctures of the malignant maligning cold fists of this not-so-easy-to relegate concept. From what temerity do I claim the aforementioned? Some would say, "is he the only one to have felt the flip side?" When in fact they say such in grandeur only to cover up the smoldering bite marks on their hearts from love's canine. Man brags, man is powerful, man lays claim to things his mind can grasp and beyond yet there's no man who can stand when love is imminent like a dawning doom_ it cripples the fastest sprinter like scissors do fabrics and mold us like tailors do clothes. Man does not choose how this goes or the frequency with which it happens. He is swept off his feet like a groom does his bride on one of their happiest days. Though these days don't come often,

Love makes of man a worm that lurks in the shadows. Soon to be trampled, crushed or smitten. It is unsafe and walled by insecurity_ uncertain and grilled by fear. It is prey and left to the mercy or otherwise of a predator called time. Dim and deemed weak. It cannot fight nor even defend its existence. Those in whose hearts love thrive, live like hosts to recalcitrant viruses. Becoming retarded versions of a once unequivocal species who hitherto bathed in freedom_ now chained down by illusions of a blind mind which sees but nothing. Frail, feeble, fragile it is, yet it crawls and sometimes finds itself in rocky hearts almost with the speed of telepathy. Bringing kings, heroes and sometimes villains face down on muddy soils like steel chains holding still a log of wood to a moving truck. So it leads us like blindfolded grown ups being led by the fog while trusting and thrusting the self unto and into depths of a fatally irrevocable self inflicted accident. If anything, it does n