What Do You Call Your Best?

Sometimes, we say we have done our best, even when we know it cannot bring success on the table.

This are things done with levity just to have it in record that we have done something.

Until we have actually put in our effort, it can’t be called our best and only when it has attracted our effort would it give us success.

Do that which you call your best the very way it ought to be done, so that you don’t repeat the same process over and over again.

Forget Oduduwa! Origin of the Yoruba People Finally Revealed!

Although the Yoruba People have been believed to have originated from Egypt, some school of thoughts have disproved this, shedding more light on exactly how the tribe came into being. I would love if you take your time to read to the end.

The Yoruba People have been traced to Ham, who was the son of Noah in the holy book of the Christians, the Bible. It is believed that they are the direct descendants of cush, one of the sons of Ham.

But these descendants of Cush refused to go with the others to Africa, when they chose to migrate. Instead, they had moved to Mecca and Medina, which is today known as Saudi Arabia.
For thousands of years, this people remained in the foreign land and began to multiply and prosper. It was during that time, that Prophet Muhammed established Islam, but they refused to accept the new religion as they held to their own gods. This made some Arab communities chase them out of their land.

This caused them to find another place to settle, so they moved to the banks of River Nile in Egypt, the same continent they had refused to settle. This is where the other school of thought built their belief. Well, it is was said that their other relatives moved to Africa. Could they be the Egyptians? Perherps, they had gone back to unite with their own people. They had a good relationship with the Egyptians throughout their stay.

But later on, they decided to move again, as they approached the North Eastern part of Nigeria to dwell. They were joyfully received by the people of Bornu, but again, they continued their journey into the Southern Western part of Nigeria, which was fertile. They chose to dwell and at that time, they dwelt in Ile-Ife, where they continued their paganism.

One day, Oduduwa, the known father of the Yoruba people had to send his sons out to dominate other parts, where they also established their kingdoms.

Later, Islam and Christianity came into the scene in Nigeria. These two religions, Christianity and Islam were introduced through the trade between the Yoruba People and other people from different places. In no time, Christianity and Islam took their roots, displacing the pagan gods of the Yoruba people.

Now, do we say the Yoruba people are from Israel or from Egypt? Well, we may conclude that their relatives are the Egyptians, but can we also say the Egyptians, who have been an enemy of Israel really originated from Israel, considering the root of Noah?
Well, we all are related in a way. At least, we know Adam and Eve are our very first ancestors!

Please, drop your likes, share with your Yoruba friends and comment below.
Source: Research of a Nigerian, Femi Fani-Kayode, a former spokesman to the firmer president, Chief Olusegun Obasanjo.
Contributed to by Ayano Praise

Inner Battle

Love yourself first people say,
Love your neighbour as yourself the Bible preaches,
But neither my neighbour nor myself do I love,
Which makes it no sin.

My life has been on a hold,
Everyday passes with no hope,
Yet many expect some hospitality,
Even from the one who has no home.

I know I am crazy,
And I don’t pray I get well,
This life is worth nothing,
Not its possessors deserve a thing.

I just pray I don’t get misjudged in the afterworld,
The way I feel is not my decision,
It is more of a curse than a choice,
Something I can’t really battle from within.

K-Night

As silent as you are,
As peaceful as you seem,
As beautiful as the sky is to behold at your presence,
An easy passage to death you are,
A tool in the hands of the wicked,
And all you do is instill fear in the heart of men,
As you provide them rest.

Hope-Less

Everything I do is unappreciated
Every living hombre has its defect
But mine are always caught on
Even times I am seamless of raps
I get picked on
I have been raised with this stigma since nonage
My parsonage is vitiated
My conscience damaged beyond repairs
A pariah I am tagged
An outcast I choose to be this day
The very last tear I have forced out
My tear glands are wrecked
I assume the position of who I have been perceived to be
A new me I relish
I have no regret whatsoever
To every mankind
From a castoff

The Heavenly Journey

“Walking through the valley of the shadow of death”,
One thing do I have disturbing my mind:
Which turn I would take,
Would it be to the left or the right,
As I walk through the road yet segmented.

I’ve heard the story of the left side,
So scary I don’t wanna walk through the path,
All my life I’ve read the Bible of faith,
But the book of revelation was so scary
I had skipped ,
Yet, I’ve listened to sermons about the end time and that makes it familiar.

The road made of gold,
Though rough and tiring on earth,
I pray my legs lead me when I breath my last,
Listening to the angels sing the most beautiful songs,
Given an opportunity to add raps in between the lyrics.

All these are just thoughts in my head
I don’t even see death anyways,
But even in my unconsciousness,
I can’t help but think it,
Not that I’m scared,
But afraid of missing it,
Heaven or hell,
I think I prefer the former.