Feature Story: The interview – And it gone wrong

The interview – And it gone wrong
The unemployment in Nigeria is but on its high level of it pitch. It more than looming, it has already clouded the whole “crook and nock” of the society. The unemployment; is, the act of not having a particular job which could fend man a straight or perfect income. Unemployment has made so many citizens of Nigeria to go long way, search around what is not lost and all, to cater for oneself or family as a whole.
Unemployment has made so many Nigerian youth to gone mad to the extent of normalize what is not right. Unemployment has made rational irrational and vice versa. Unemployment has reoriented the most deadly and imminent aspect of youth’s mind. It is viral, what youth of these days venture into which are; cyber fraud, robbery, pocket picking and so on.
Considering a family man, unemployment has made many people commit suicide because they can’t continue to tolerate the shame and the misfortune in it. Imagine a family man of five who has no job or no …

When Plagiarism was a crime

I was in JSS2. I had a crew I walked with, talked with and write short stories with.
Sulaimon, master mind and the head of all, Abass and Seun, the clowns & the troublemakers. We guys were cool together. But my perturb part, I liked keeping things to myself, I was a loner, I enjoyed it a lot. I rarely talk and this has no effect in me until it got me into trouble.

There was this day I wrote a story on a certain title, not knowing Sulaimon had written something on it. I hardly share my story with others cos' I detest being scrutinized (make fun of) which my guy(s) enjoyed most.

So, this day, Abass & Seun had to trouble me and needed to check my story book to see the progress. It was Seun that saw my newly written story and boom! He saw the title and had to drag it with the chorus of I am a plagiarist. I could not hear a word again. The guy started escalating the matter. I could not bear it, it was a shame and the most embarrassing moment for me. Imagine stealing a tit…


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 Your Sent?

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…

The Love 102 -

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.

Olanrewaju Bolaji

Never tell people what you want to say but, tell them what they want to hear

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 - STEFAN

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

Poetry | FINDING SELF - Stefan

..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'…


Hun-un! Melô lafé kà nínú eyín adípèlé Melo lafe so Ohun oju ri nigbo ogboju ode nikabi Ohun oju ri n'iju, akikanju lole rohin Ohun oju ri enu oma ni leso
Hun! Oro yi seni nipele Adia f'omo alaja to nt ’aja nile alájá O n kiri Aja kiri Won ni kilo pon seyin, Ol'eran ogun ni Won ni kopada sile tori Ògún n se orò Won kii nilo pe olewu Sugbon ona abayo kan wa toba fee lo Won ni ko rubö k'aje lewogba Won ni ko juba k'ogun ma feran e ya Oni ohun gangan omo Ògún omo òògùn Oni kosewu f'omo abore Kini katise nigbato fariga Kini kati ro nigbato k'opako s’oro agba O f'oju bintin oro agba O f'oju kere agba Otoju agba mole.
Ojo pofiri omo alaja oma pada wale! Eyi ko awon ara ile alájá siyonu Won tusita bi eye leke-leke Won nwa omo alaja kiri Nigba t'álé lé Aja lo pada wale pelu eran enia l'enu Aja gbeegun enia ha'nu bi eegun eku Ibanuje dori agba kodo lojo yii Ariwo gba ile alájá Gbogbo ilu kan dódó Eni awifun oba je ogbo Omo alaja omope agba kii soro lai nidi! komo pe iriri …


Does mindiloquism exist? Can it be found in dictionary? Oh! yeah, kindly read the poem to understand what the real mindiloquism mean.  Happy reading.

Eve didn't mean to do it It wasn’t a trick Not to cajole But off the mindset, from real She got misplaced.
Oh sweet uncertainty tomorrow! Turn not to unseen no more.
Her fruit is here Trying to cast my heart with spell With satiety odd of enchantment Dilation is her tone of fascination That stills my roaring tongue.
Hitter, ease, slowly Deeply, firmly, eternal.
Stoop low-bow to roof Swift low the weary twist Hitter to he-the-swain And fill the vacant without emptiness.

Analysis: The Plot.
Stanza 1: The poet was trying to explain the flaw of Eve in genesis that she didn't deliberately betrayed Adam.
Stanza 2: We all believe that tomorrow is not sure but, we have hoped that it'd surely come. The poet was trying to urge the upcoming days to show quickly and appear in real form.
Stanza 3: Eve's betrayal leads to what poet mentioned here, that her f…


I wrote this poem for my 2017 department EXCOS. When fresher’s blood was running through my veins.”
Here is the poem;

They thought their words would let the world falls at their feet They hop the weary in awe of people Ignored the grimace of smilet Their accents are even terrible Expression is neither mechanized nor intrigued Their dialects match not facial expressions Their idiolect also perplexed the pew's view Pardon, confute not our confusopoly.




- I find nothing worthy in this world anymore fascinating, than holding a pen, made it dance on sheet and start inking.
-Nothing is more okay in the world of today than being insane just to be sane because only a mad man appears to be sane.
-Nothing is more reliable than hoping to get disappointed in order not to get shocked while getting the result of the deal.
-Nothing makes a horny man comfortable than finding a hole to place his digger.
-The happiest man on earth has not been born or not alive.
-You are happy because you are, I am sad because I am. Hold your feelings within yourself; don’t let it get excruciated.
-What makes me happy is being alive, having and serving God. There is nothing more.
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Times ago, I posted this  story on my former blog which is now renewed; it name never changed; STEFANBOOK. 
Yup, this is a story written by A lady, A graduate of Mass communication, The Polytechnic, Ibadan, Ajibawo Damilola. Have a good look around and happy reading this particular story.


      Growing up for me was really fun and exiting because I was a smart,short,intelligent and "talkative" little girl. I could remember then that if you are with me and you are not careful, I  can talk you to "death" because being a little girl then, my words were always very fast that if you aren't listening well you'll hear just 20% out of 100% of things I'm telling and you not giving me attention is not gonna make me stop because I just enjoy speaking. That's why I'm now a loquacious babe though. #smiles

     Few months back, I attended a seminar on how to manage ones identity crisis hosted by Mrs Rodiya Aderinoye-Ajiboye on a Saturday at h…

The Beginning of the End - STEFAN

The Beginning of the End.
Through the odds and lucks Through the lands and seas Through all the vices and its opposite I have not seen the beginning of end.
I wonder how Pacific could flow without end or beginning
I travelled to many cities, Many towns, Many places, Many rivers, lakes, oceans All where there's existence There's not a single beginning of the end.
If the four source of water flow; Pishion, Gishion, Tigris, and Euphrates, could start it flowing from Eden, Or maybe somewhere; then, Why can't we, I, have seen this very beginning of this end?
Question for us But, do you really understand my question? I'm actually talking about the Beginning and the End of Earth. Where it begins and ends.
Join me in finding it, Happy finding.