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Sunday, May 24, 2009

The Cardiologist's Creed (a poem by my Dad)

Some people have stone where their heart should be
Callous, indifferent to the suffering of others
Others have their heart where their stones (Jewels) are
Greedy lovers of money and Killers for it

The ailments and worries of the heart are many 
Endocarditis, atherosclerosis, cardiomyopathy;
Anxiety, fear, depression, apprehension for the future
But of all heart diseases; heartlessness is the worst

When a cardiologist put a 20 year old heart inside a 90 year old body
Of course, sparks flew and exhaustion ensued
Check yourself- Do you have any heart condition?
Are you weighed down with sin, sorrow, sickness, sadness and shame?

Good news! - There is a cardiologist up there
He has the best cardiograph to read your heart
The sharpest scalpel for its surgical needs
And the surest prescription for all the damages

Why don't you give your heart to him today?
He is the best person to renew your weary soul
He can even give you a new heart for free
He is the greatest and the original Cardiologist

Monday, May 11, 2009

WWE

When I was young, maybe about 9 or 10 years old, back in Nigeria. I was a very ardent fan of the WWE. Back then it was still the WWF and of course I didnt know the fights are staged. Friends and I would watch Hulkhogan and the Ultimate Warrior's matches and at the end we would wonder why the belts they are fight for were so important to them. Eventually we'd conclude that the belts were made of gold, or why else would grown men beat each other up senselessly if it just an ordinary belt like you could by on the streets.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

This is a Tosin's poem that I think is just brilliant

How can I walk alone
How can I dance alone
How can I swim alone
How can I advance alone
How can IHow can I know you offer your helpWhen you don't show your hand
How can I know you are readyWhen you don't stand from your sit
How can I know
How can I know you will walk with meWhen you are not by my side
How can I know you will dance with meWhen you refuse to move
How can I know you are ready to swim with meWhen you refuse to look at the water
How can I know you will fly with meWhen you took and cut off your wing
How can I know you are ready to advance with meWhen you have already find a resting place in the past
Now am walking, dancing, swiming, flying and advance aloneAnd you are calling, to join my butAm not God, it is too late.