To be or not to be!

Every now and then, people tell me what I should be.

Some even say what I must be,

Even though that is what I hate to be.

I ask myself, ‘What do you want to be?

Is there a limit to what you can be?’

I dread not to be

The man that I could be!

Everyday, I strive to be

What I love to be,

Hustle for what I have to be,

Struggle for what I dare to be,

While hoping for what I dream to be

For truth be told that is all I care to be!

The Rage of an Angry Man! (let's make it rhyme)

I sought patronage with one tailor who said he was above average.
He promised he would sew me clothes that will give me great carriage
And improve my image. 
Then i gave him enough coverage with no shortage
So i can quickly put the clothes into usage.
Little did i know that he is a macrophage
Seeking to ravage my financial heritage.

That got me filled with rage
For he took advantage of me like an underage.
When he was within range,
I felt like using my hands to rearrange his age
So he can cry like a savage.
O! how i wanted to package him like cabbage,
Roll him like sausage
And throw him off him off like garbage. 
Better still,i felt like holding him as hostage
In the cage inside my garage.

Then i remembered i am a sage
There's an adage that says this world is like a stage,
Thou shall not mortgage one's living wage.

Abeg nor mind my language
Like say i never stay village.
I be won arrange e face like luggage
Inside Luxurious storage.
D guy for shout like woman wen get miscarriage.
Dem for bandage e face like living in bondage.
As i come remember who i be,i come get discourage
'Thou shall do no damage'.
Abi i get mintage like CBN wen i go take buy enough beverage
And medi'cine dosage 
I come remember messages
Wen dey inside many Bible passages.
I come tell myself 'guy lower your voltage
Make u nor cause wreckage.
E nor good to find leverage.
U never get health coverage ,
Not to talk of marriage.'
O boy ye, life be like voyage
Inside sea, any leakage go put men for rampage.
Take courage!
Salvage ur rage!

                                     .... By Dr. Eugene A. ojirigho

It’s meant to be funny (if you don't find it funny, that's on you) – Tears of Pain!

There was this guy who met a lovely lady in one social event and arranged a date in a lovely restaurant. On the D-Date, they sat so close that they could smell each other’s breath. This guy was nervous about what to say, so he just kept on talking and ta...

lking and talking. Initially, the lady was nodding her head in response. Later on, tears started flowing from her eyes. The guy was feeling good. His verbal oratory must be working. Acting like a gentleman, he wiped her tears with his handkerchief and asked:
‘O dear, why are you crying?’
The lady, still sobbing, said:
‘I’m…. I’m… I mean…. You are… You are… killing me…. You are killing me…. I mean you are killing me with your

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The guy’s pride and dignity flew right through the window. Don’t ask me how d story ended. Your guess might be better than mine.