My University Memoirs

Have you ever wonder what COOLDIPO was up to in those day when there was little or no access to mobile phones or computer.....i was lost in 'speaking-my-heart' to the book. If you were lucky enough to have come across me back then, you may have inspired one or two of these write-up......Let me take you on a ride down (cooldipo) memory lane.........

My love,

If eventually, we fell apart,

Please don’t send over the blame

Please parcel it to Mr. Distance

He has been trying for time past

Unsuccessful he has always been

I hope you know that

That I always wish to be there for you,

Keep you warm when the cold surrounds you

Infect you with my infectious smile when you are down

But he (Mr. Distance) has always kept me at bay

I cry here with nobody to comfort me

But girl I must appreciate you for those risky journeys

For that lovely night when we held each other hand

Pouring out unreserved feelings for each other

And for the thoughts we shared

I want to thank for the food

You never cooked for me

To let go is what I can’t do girl,

I can’t keep away from you

I regretted the fact that you never gave me

Enough chance to show how much I care

Not a glimpse of you for sometimes now

It pained me a great deal but you don’t seem to know that

Just the other day, I overheard someone say

Distance is no barrier to love

I cried to myself remembering my love story,

Full of loneliness, pain and misgivings

If eventually we ended at the crossroad

Remember my in the dark, in the day and in the rain

Because I sure did

                                                                                                Written by

                                                                                                Oladipo

                                                                                                Moses spring courtyard, Akungba

                                                                                                26/07/2006

11:20pm

WHAT ABOUT THE PROMISE?

Dear,

Have you forgotten the promise so quick?

To daddy you promised to be of good behaviour

To mummy you promised not to forget the good home training

And to your uncle you promised to keep good friends

But why have you forgotten all these so quickly

Remember now you pick fight almost everywhere

Toy around with your God given gift

Fast losing your strongholds

Dear,

Think about the promise

And help yourself back to the right track.

Written by

Oladipo

                                                                                               oladipoadeyeye@yahoo.com

26/03/2005

11:20pm

Ifaki

Why Me?

Waking up on that bright new day

Hoping that all is well

Called upon to rescue the day

Ended up running to rescued

Saw my skin peeling off

But can’t help it

Why me?

Breaking down with tears of sadness

Flowing freely from my within

Wishing and hoping it was all a dream

People persuading me;

That I will soon get over it

Sadness and depression

Flow through my vein

Accompanied by the heart choking pain from the burns

Why me?

Dreading each morning because of the pains it brings

Each morning when the wound is being redress

Laying on my back for weeks

Unable to change my position

Skin roughly burnt

Lips swollen like balloon

And all because I was called upon;

To save the day;

A helper became helpless                  

God;

Why me

Written by:  

Oladipo

oladipoadeyeye@yahoo.com

26/03/2005, 11:20pm Ifaki Ekiti

This I cannot deny

That I love you

Is a fact that I cannot deny

And that your smiles are my source of joy

Is a fact that has been established

That I always long for your kiss

Is a fact that I have always try to hide

This I can’t deny

That staying in your arm gives me a great comfort

And that your celestial carved physique

Is my own killing-me-softly

And that your embrace is a balm of Gilead to me

Baby,

That I love you and will continue to

Is a fact I prayed to be in control of till eternity

Written by:

                                                                        Oladipo

           oladipoadeyeye@yahoo.com

                        26/03/2005

                                                                        11:40pm

                                                                        Ifaki Ekiti

Why

Why do I feel so much comfort in your arms?

Why do you choose to stay?

Even when to your friends told am not the best of all

Why do I feel this low when you are not around?

Why do you stick to me?

Even when I choose to swim in trouble

Why do you spoil me with French kiss?

Why do you try to be around me always; against all the odds poses by time and distance?

Baby please tell me why am the chosen one of your soul

Can somebody tell me why I am this crazy about her?

Written by:

          Oladipo oladipoadeyeye@yahoo.com

11:40pm

Ifaki

       Sorry!

Baby I am sorry

For having spoiled you

With lovely emotions

Baby I’m sorry

For having kissed you so much

Your tongue aches

I’m sorry baby

For squeezing you so tight

That you long for breath

For killing you with my love epistles

Baby I’m sorry

                                                                       Written by:

                                                                 Oladipo

oladipoadeyeye@yahoo.com

26/03/2005

                                                             Ifaki Ekiti 

Fragile Creature

What a fragile creature we are!

What a fragile beauty we carry!

What a fragile skin we have on!

What a fragile heart we have!

What a fragile bound holds our love together!

Fragile creature;

Have you seen skin peel off so fast on exposure to fire?

Have you seen body decompose within days?

Have you seen irreparable damage of the bone?

Have you experience heart break twice as fast as an egg?

Have you seen faces taking new look when drag on the floor?

Have you heard of total collapse of the body system?

Then;

Why do you still allow the mortal body to paddle your canoe?

Why do you feel like you will be forever?

Oh! Fragile creature

Written by:

Oladipo

2005

Akungba

...........my fingers are numb,am not half way into the past but hopefully will continue someday

 

Selfish Pressure Groups

In a country of about 150 million people with just over 10 million on the government payroll (civil servants), the majority of the population has been left for fend for themselves, no reprieve from the government as they generate their own light, occasionally mend the roads to their homes, sunk their own bore hole and toil to provide a good number of other social services for themselves which is the responsibility of any well meaning government. The strongest pressure group in the country (the Labour Union is only fuelled by sheer selfishness... all they wants is more money ....if only they can be their brother’s keeper Labour has nothing on improving their output and quality of their service. They could have come in handy to pressurize the govt to fix the ailing refinery, power supply, decaying standard of education and our many ills, going on strike on these points and many more to drive home their point won’t have been out of place wish could have help the teeming population who are not earning wage from the govt and hardly feels the presence of government.

Heap of workload on the office desk

Chores so tiring and unending

Madam chooses to bring home a house-help

As the weeks roll into months

Madam relinquishes most of her boring chores to the house-help

She is to cook, sweep, wash and make Oga’s bed while taking care of the children

From events like ‘Darling I want you’

And ‘please I’m too tired for that’ kind of reply

A chemicals reaction is set in motion in Oga’s head

He warms towards his care giver

From little gifts followed by sincere ‘thank you’ to ‘butt grabbing’

Oga graduates into “you-must-not-tell-madam” acts

Welcome to the world of ‘Oga and the House-help’

A creation of Madam’s failure to promote their once enviable chemistry

To curtail loneliness,

He marries a lady he loves,

By the time reality dawns of him

The bride has matured into her real self

As his luck will have it,

She is the type that nags

If he is not strong enough to stomach the distress

He retires from work every day to the beer bar

Returning home tipsy or over the edge

Desecrate his house-help made food

Finds his way to bed

Wishing he has been luckier with his choice of wife

why.........these moments forever

Some facts about life still remains unchangeable but that does not stop me from asking myself why can't we effect a change. How i love those moment of ecstacy to remain forever.......the joy of a new home for the homeless, the joy of a mum whose lost child was found after years in captivity, or the joy of a parent whose child made it out of a cultist infested institution with a good grade, the joy of a "gainful employment" for a graduate of 6 years, the joy of a team who came from rear to win a cup final, the joy of lame who was made whole, or even the joy of $1m lottery winner.............why can't we have these moments forever? why must we be tempted repeatedly after every victory? Do you have an answer to my 'why'?

Working as Geologist in an Engineering Consultancy firm requires me to have a basic knowledge of AutoCad. As much as I love to learn, the fact that I will have to learn on my own (with the aid of a textbook/Manual) has been more than frustrating. I don’t have a basic knowledge of engineering which equally makes it harder, how I wish an avenue can be open for me to be under the tutelage of an Engineer who has a better knowledge of AutoCad. I would have love the opportunity to meet with my boss and see if he can create a window for learning but for the fear sounding lazy or wanting to be spoon fed,that idea will remain a mirage.

Am Not Sure I Hate You

It’s beginning to dawn on me

How funny life can be

Just like a flash you came into my life

But your marks are indelible and phenomenal

Wielding self confidence and great composure

And leaving me to wonder; what a man!

You got me mad with inabilities;

Notes on the board, I can’t see

Questions in my head, I can’t ask

Bladder filled-up, and I just I can’t muster a permission

I wonder what a monster he his

Waking-up late again at six and damned sure;

I will be skipping my breakfast to make it on time for his 7 o’ clock lecture                                            

On my way I wonder if he is another

“cruel- for- fun”

After all these, a deep search and

A deep search of my soul still reveals an

“I don’t hate him”

Even after giving me my first F in geology

Taking me to hell and back by calling me b.s..rd

Taking my sleep away with his seemingly unending assignments

Sapping up my days with mind- blowing lectures

Sir, if you care to know,

To me you are one of a kind

Or better said a rare gem

Although I may not fancy your hard heartedness

I know you are special, a thorough breed.

And that even if I don’t graduate because of my 38 F in Engineering

and 37 F in hydrogeology,

I will not paint you black  ‘ cos in my mind you are truly special

AGBAJE Adeyeye

Moses’ spring courtyard
06:37 am
26/ 01/ 2009

office and Idleness

When I was in school ,I use to think office people are mostly lazy people because of the derogatory comments I read about them. Now that I’m an insider, I understand better that there is a varied class of office people; the very hardworking (where yours truly belongs), the idle (where yours truly often fall into), and the lazy class of office people (who need you to tip them before they can be upright at their job). A lot of office people has sold their heart to the devil really caring less what their employer thinks or feels, forgetting that an establishment buys 'man-hour' to resell it to customers at a profit. Who really is to be blame for idleness in a workplace?