We have lost ourselves unjustly, To so-called new century We got civilized wrongly, Forsaken our natural being.
We’ve lost in the 21st Forgotten the 19’s How life better some them How life was lived then.
No more difference between a spinster and a granny Lassie’s hill is now a slab surface Slack, loosened, got packed; With undeniable rubbers’ rope.
Tell the ‘bach’ his umpire duty is not needed Tell him not to lost in lust Whisper the spoken to his two drums That sun is yet to ripe When it does He would enjoy the moment with rejoice To the very last.
No difference between ‘tin’ and ‘tea’ Both are acting awkward Playing with clay and sand to build pyramid ‘Tin’ lost in ‘tea’‘tea’ lost in ‘tin’ Sane left Tea’s cottage, And took away its belongings unknowingly.
We’ve lost in all Uncouth had buried our sensitivity with undoubted We embraced the uncouth and ignore our real self Tell them, we would get found, maybe one day.
Note:21st – 21st century 19’s – Before 21st century, that is in the 1990’s Lassie’s hill – …



Let it go off the net Let the bird rest in her nest Let the zest rest on the rest Let it go off it offer Let it go.
Set it off it assails Stretch it, wreck it now Press it, not until it sweats Let it go now For it has shown its level.
06:55pm 19-04-2015 © Stefan™ OLANREWAJU BOLAJI

Be the best you can..


"some lines are grammatically incorrect, pardon me for that"
At around dawn, When sun has already met home, When the noisy mute, And storm became still.
"In soft tone Come nearer the father calls"
He summoned his children, And tell the very cool tale, He bumps to early life of Roman, How Pharisees blame the truths, And cajole, How justice was perverted.
"Surely it will come one day The very good thing'
There once a trustworthy man, Living in penury, But stable in truth, He tells the truth and makes it crystal, He seems uncouth among his kin, His act made him an alien in his home, His expression made him a gentile in Jew, But he remains the same in truth.
"O'Come hitter! the pew Let the justice reign he spoke"
Defiantly, they look, and criticized him Because of his senility.
He craved for the safety of truth, Hoped for the glory in returns, To come as dew of early, From his creator, He suffered in hunger, Begging day-to-day for food, But was told…



Hey! What do you think I am? A servant or a boss? A richer or a beggar? A saint or a sinner? Godly or worldly? What do you think I am? Where do you think I belong?
Wait a bit…
You don’t need to give yourself headache Differences is what we create for everything include ourselves How you define it, Or how it appears to you, Is the meaning and definition you’ll give to it Just like what I am to you.
You need to know that; Not until I wear loin cloth will you know I’m okay Not until I dress tattered will you know something is wrong somewhere.
It’s not whenI put on black attire will you know am mourning No! It is not until I open and shine my teeth will you know am happy Open it could even be devilish. No! Not until I beg on the street will you know I need some things. No! You got it wrong.
-You think everything will remain static or stagnant? Of course, change will come to it, as long earth is rotating on its axis.
Need I tell you? It is not when I put on white garment will you know I’m Godly …

TIME WILL TELL - Evergreen


Time will tell when history was blank to the blind future,
when a spaceless sky filled all the races under the White gods
with golden nights that cried for a diamond morning
- that would blossom the lucifer and her flowers,
- bright opened to smile against the odds of 'someday'.

Tell will tell when the fertile land birth peace
with the nomadic answerers of proteinous prayers
and the natural inhabitants of a fertile land, for toiling,
to put into the stomachs of mortals the bread of life,
- living the peace, with no disturbing conscience
like of the Pontius Pilate after giving ears to Jesus.

Time will tell when the caricatures of the truth
and her wretched antonym buys no conscience from Iscarius
while Jesus only answers to the call of his fate,
with boiling truth without evidence against 'a majority liars,'
with no clear pictures of when AK47 becomes the staff
that Moses suddenly used to divide the Red Sea.

Time will tell when Adamu becomes a sister of B…

Weary soul - Do not give up

Anytime you feel you’re fading away Don’t forget you are not alone. You are on the verge of perdiction You are not alone. Indistinctly, your life is saying goodbye, You are not alone.
Know that life is not always the same Know that nothing is static or permanent Life can’t always be/go as we want/presume You’d want to give up And if you do, you are not alone There are many people like you, Who would like to go with you or - Thinking just like you Know that; you are not alone. ..and the otherwise, Let’s get it on Nothing is permanent It will soon over.
Wherever you find yourself Know that your current situation is not the end To the living soul, age does not matter Trust yourself You’ll over it.
Those people you are looking up to, Were once in your shoes Had they gave in, Nothing would have been your motivation So, no matter what Do no give up because; You are not alone
04:01PM February 27, 2019 ©Stefan

What is End?

You could have seen this poem on my former Blog; Stefanbook. The blog is actually on break. So have a nice reading here on PenRite. Don't forget to drop your comments, suggestions after reading. Thank you.
Is End Infinity? Is There End?
Two genders mate Through orgasms Fetus form And metamorphose to clitoris’ door Then to birth stage, After nine months.
New birth come as infant To journey the world As a pilgrim or indigene Based on what s/he is called for.
The specie grow to puberty stage Then to maturity stage Then next stage as it's to And finally interbreed As his—her parents did while getting him—her.
As time goes, S/he grows adult Grows grey ...60, 70, 90—10000000 years As his—her life span's lasts.
After life, S/he continue journeying underworld or “upper-world” S/he starts another phase in sequel Phase where no one has experienced But in our delusion We have it view in HD Too clear to picture Imagery the father of sight
So now, What is end? Where does it come from? Answer this; wherever you meet you…


Here are little things I jotted while listening to a radio program; It is all about relationship.
·Keep communication open
·Stay sweet with each others
·Learn how to forgive and forget
·When there’s misunderstanding, never stay it’s over
·Never say it’s okay when it is not
·Forget about pride
·Let your sorry come from your heart
·Don’t compare your past with the present
·Don’t talk about your Ex
·Give and take
·Beware of feeling
·Settle the fight between him/her before sun fall
·Lastly, don’t be the perfect one.

Escape Plan - DAY 4

Hello Readers,
I hope you’re good as I’m doing great here. Today, I’m going to tell the bad omen that prematurely appears.
I woke to the noisy alarm. There is no water in the house; I had to check the well around to fetch water. Before I finished all home chores, time has gone. I had my bathe and off to work. As usual, I have to take two motors before getting to my destination. The first motor I took, I sat next to the door, when the passenger beside me wanted to alight, as I open the door, unfortunately for a small girl holding firmly by her mother, walking wearily to school, got hit by the motor door. 
Whoops!! “I’m sorry ma, I didn’t mean to hit her, my eyes were away from the door sight, I just opened it, sorry ma” 
“See how you hit her? Olohun o da (meaning: God will be our judge)”. In my mind, I rebuked it. Though, I felt guilty but, I didn’t mean to. I then, alighted from the motor and took another to my final destination. 
I got to my place of work late; I met my partner bus…

Almost Almost - Day Three

Hello Readers, thanks for being there.

Yesterday, while going home, I saw a place; a pharmacy & Supermarket, which its noticeboard says "Experienced Sales Boy/Girl is needed". I made an enquiry, I was told all I need.
I told my course mate which I've been patronising her work place for my job ish feedback. I narrated all. I also told her about a guy, my old neighbor I met. He was coming from his place of work as well. I told the guy my issue. Fortunately, when he asked for my CV, I was able to provide it.
I told my course mate all this just to help me more on anything she could render. I left her place after some minutes.
So, today. I woke up early as usual. I didn't cook because of where I'm going to drop my CV.
Before I got to the place just few steps to the place, I quickly brought out my application letter to fill the place name and address. When I'm done. I enter the place, I greeted the man I met. I told him I saw Sales Boy is needed and I w…

Boredomnesslessly: Day Two

Today's summary looks a bit narrative and boring. If there's any error, I'm sorry and kindly help me take it with love. Thanks in advance. 

Hello My Readers,

I really appreciate for your checking up on the blog, I’m grateful. I hope all is well over there. This is the summary of my 2nd day.

I took the Secretary position, I play along. The chores I supposed to do, I do ‘em. But on my first day, there’s a matter ongoing that an IT student is needed at the ventures’ hotel. I might likely to be the person. Well. I’m still finding better place.

Also, this first day, during my SIWES program, the guy I partnered with came to do some things. He was questioned a lot about his internship, then persuaded to do it in printer. The fact that he hesitated, he still had no better option “on ground”.

So, on 2nd day, he didn’t come, manager asked of him, I told manager I can’t reach him ‘cos he lost his phone. Well, what will be will be.
During break time, I took my…

The First Day Of My Internship - Day One

The First Day Of My Internship - Day One
The first day of my Internship at University of Ibadan Printing Press.
As I was told, 8am opening hour – 5pm closing hour; I rushed down to bathroom to have my bath as early as I could. I got to office a bit late, 08:14am.I met some of the staff standing at entrance, waiting for the person that holds the company’s key. I greeted them, exchanged words in welcoming tone. We didn’t wait much long before gate entrance was opened.  Few minutes later, as the company’s custom, we had morning devotion, had announcement, I wasn’t introduced as the new face because it was the same place I did my 4 months SIWES training. We then had the Lord’s Grace as the last resort.
I walked down to manager’s office, we spoke and I was told secretary post is empty so, I’m going to hold the position till there’s a change in hand from headquarter. “softly in my mind, this is cool”.
Before noon sets her table, manager told me my letter has not been received by her from headqu…

Hello Readers, Welcome To Diary Section

My Diary
Hello Readers,
I’m humbled and honored to have a great people like you here. This is a new label I just added labeled Diary, which I’m going to be sharing my daily adventure with you. I hope you’d like it and would keep visiting to read more stories every day. Thank you and stay tuned.

- Stefan -PenRite Team. Kindly drop your comment on comment box, thanks.

What She Wants

What She Wants - She Wants To

She needs a song not a lyrics
She needs a rhythm not a rhyme
She needs a rap song not a Rapsody
She needs a song more than lullaby.

Heyyyyyy! The echo is more that the just few conjured letters
She wants a place for her rite,
rightful place to pace the shelter
Not only the holding baggage or sprouting loads
But for all her heart holds.

She's there pining
She's there longing
She's there prophesying the future in her sake
She's almost there,
where she (be)'long to.

December 7, 2018.

The Pain Within Us - Poem

Here is a poem I wrote to appreciate the pain that female born goes through..
The Pain Within Us

Do you know pain more than her?
Do you actually know what the real pain is?
You do not?

Pain is what she puts on daily
Pain is what she holds like a mama grip her daughter's hand while crossing road
Pain is within her, it is in her, it is her.

Oh! Do you know the real pain?
This pain..
Oh! This pain

Pain is meant to be with her right from the early time
She's to embrace it
She's to appreciate it
She's to love it even in her hapless state
She has to.

This pain...
Oh! This pain
It is hers.

It is in her lineage
She's to suffer it more than sinewy
Cos' it end is more brutal.

Rage.....of evil runs through the veins and every stream of blood in her
Her ancestors gave it to her,
to mortgage it.

This pain is a gift given to appreciate our great mother's 'did',
It is the pain we meant to experience and withstand
It is ours,
We are the actual pain,
Female born.



“My Country is in multi-national dilemma. Nobody is ready to help anybody. Everybody is helpless, we are not eating diet, we are nothing but animal, even lower animal is better than we so-called higher animal. We are suffering and helpless. We are tired. Enough!!!”
I am a student of The Polytechnic, Ibadan. Before I gained admission, I strived to study to the extent of giving up due to failure. My failure is not about being a dullard, but the blame is on my country’s neck, because she has no better room for my potentials. On one good day, I stood up and began to question my journey from the beginning, from the moment I can think, differentiate between what is right and wrong. I cannot but see any blame I have but my Country’s. From the moment I was admitted, I had nothing in mind but to study and study. Let me say something about my school. No matter how vibrant, genius, even you being Aristotle’s teacher, what you know won’t give you good grades. Some lecture…