S T E F A N B O O K

Hello readers, here is another poem for you. It is about three girls, who find it hard to wait for their lovers even in their tender age there were crazy about his arrival. In the poem, they show and pour their feelings out and little experience they’ve had while waiting. The poem is into three sections: The skinny, the chubby and The Beauty. Please try to read and share it with friends too.


THE SKINNY I’m a skinny girl with flat cheeks, I am shitty, what people call me. I’m a girl with; small eye balls Tiny eye brow, short lips. No one has ever taken a move to appreciate my nature, No one has ever given me a mighty gaze. Smirk! Groggy! Irritating! Is the image everybody sees while previewing me.
I have tiny long leg like a pole I posses a skinny tummy like a kwashiorkor I’m stuck in a puzzle of thought. Who will take me? This question has been unsolved since my puberty stage.
Who is ready to take me? An olden print says; "I’m purposely on earth for someone" The creator’s image I am his repli…

are they?


I thought you are big
But they keep asking for our hard earn to pay your tribute They said it is your rite, but we have no excuse to justify our right It is said to be a way to enlarge our coast Are they from you?
I thought you are beautiful But they keep asking us to handle your finesse They told us awful thing that'll befall us with weird-auto-craft if we dare refuse to opine They told us to perfect your fineness Are they from you?
Are they Your-Sent? These people relent not to get us insolvent Our daily income is their minute spent Are they from you?
I thought you have everything? In your name we were asked to bring all ours That in return it'll be multiply But how will it when we've totally been robbed willfully? Outside charity to the poor is not recognized because it is not done in your house instead Are they from you? Our shelter is sold to build your house For decade, we keep building your home Are they your sent? Tell us they are from you before we die se…

How to become better,
Not for the betterment of a psych-preferred but-
To be the most unwanted pining figure.

I read the wave,
How it waive through clockwise.

A soul, depicting how a soul could work in a random:
It could work in any appeared phase
A soul of not lost but yet found
Soul of a soul – do you copy?
Can you relate with the semi-center line above?

A soul is a soul of a soul
The center soul of a soul
Connecting – emitting the omission of the lost to form a new
Souls connect simply to emit – to form not to birth – to but form new.

Love a soul – save a soul;
Save a soul through soul
Love a soul through soul
Soul: the connector.

You need a wit to mix your love wheat,
Your love is like a food – wheat
You need it to survive the tinny throng
Connect this yourself, your soul
Be a connector, soul lover.

©Stefan
Olanrewaju Bolaji

Never tell people what you want to say but, tell them what they want to hear. 
Times ago, I always say something“give them what they want or what you have for them”.
Basically, in life, no matter how fervent, perfect, loyal, diligent you’re, there’ll always be a but(coma) that people will centered on in your life. No matter how much you tried to please people you’ll end up getting spanked. You can call your friends’ attention to what would benefit them but the perfect flaws in them would not let them heed to your word. Your friend could seek you advice but end up doing “self-intent”.
As a leader –there’s no way you’ll be a good leader if you stopped listening to your followers and vice-versa. You could have a Yam in the farm and you want it finishing as Yam flour meanwhile your followers want it as Pounded yam only, always. If you don’t listen to them you could end up losing your dignity by defaming you. Just take heed. Do things with ease. You can’t always say this is how I want it, b…

True nature of man reveals when the time comes –Mistakes?  Well, it could be a mistake you and I have mostly made through the urge of curiosity which could kill our emotional soul. We always wanted to know the truth whereas the truth is always lying within us; beneath, somewhere, in hidden place, or maybe in us, it could be invisible, it could be camouflaging – changing it form to cajole or want us to thirst for (her) more. 
The truth we crave could be behind our tongue which would be sealed until it is time for it to step out. There is a saying “there’s time for everything”.
What you chase over and over that you couldn’t reach could appear before you tomorrow without inviting it. So, don’t stress yourself too much while there’s more to everything –to life. 
There’s more. Truth will surely prevail when it is time. No matter how they protect it, it’ll leak out one day and new breeze will fill the air and the told lie will be mocked.
-Stefan 13-04-2019 12:45am

..have you for once been lost without being lost? have your mind ever been wandered beyond the surface earth whereas you are a still taking the earth breeze? have you ever been so lost to the extent of finding yourself in yourself within yourself? Yeah! here is poem that says it on a title FINDING SELF. Read, comment and share to people around to. Have a lovely view around. Thanks.

I'm finding you through the odds I'm longing you in an unsure Uncertainty is what I am into.
The day is long enough The night will last enough For us to enjoy the life we are living. Long enough to live and enjoy.
This world itself begins at a specific time Ruling in its desmond shape Govern with its destined features Hovering with what it has to.
In this world, This earth, specifically, We have to do what we have to We are bond to what the earth has.
To live it, Bad and good are what we are to; Expecting each one to cook his/her made.
In the moment, Of not to lost to unsure Don't complain about the complaint Cos'…