LYNW

All you wanna do is see me and have an awesome conversation,thinking thats all that you need to convince me. 

You want me. You need me. You can not decide which one.
 It is totally fine. I'm over here, you are over there. Just make an attempt to get my attention.

Negative to Positive.

Hey, whats your story?
...

I do not come to you by chance.
There are no random events.

You sitting there reading this.
You, on your bed reading this.

My name is I who writes to you this evening.
I am just like  you.
With a brain, heart, palms, legs, spirit, soul, feelings... like you.

My brain is congested, my heart is heavy, my palms are sweaty, my legs are failing, my spirit is weak, my soul is missing, I can't explain how I am feeling... like you.

Unlike you. I try not to encourage the negative things that cause all of these.
I focus on things that change my mood into a positive one.
Taking me as an example, just in case you want to know what to do to change your mood.

I write,
and I have written.

Do not stay negative for too long.

Destruction

With my umbrella, I dance carefree in the rain.

Knowing that as I dance, I am bound to be soaked.

With a bulletproof vest on, I joggle three of my loaded pistols.

Knowing full well my chest alone is protected, I await death.

With my knowledge of good and evil, I walk the road of foolishness.

Knowing that understanding foolishness, aids it.

The truth hides itself inside me and is scared to come out.

The Most High & Me

All my life I've been made to understand that I am a prophet of the Most High.

I was told that before I was born, a vow was made, that the hair on my head shall see no blade and my tongue shall never taste alcohol, but here I am.

Deep down I know what is required of me, yet I choose to sin because my body is strong, so strong that it contains my soul and spirit and limits them to the physical world.

I try so many times to speak with the Most High. But it feels like a one way conversation. I try to listen and deep within me arguments arise. Not knowing which the voice of the Most High is or if he exists among the voices.

Still, I am to be a prophet of my Creator.
So therefore I ask of Him who is, to meet me in the midst of my sins, cleanse me and use me if indeed I am what I am and He is who He is.

Abstract - Nature

When you invoke the forces of NATURE.


Wait...
...My father told me to always do it right the first time but did I listen?

Invoking these forces releases the spirits that have been, within NATURE itself.
You will only understand if and only if you have been possessed .
For the spirits are out for only a short period of what we believe to be "Time".

In that short "Time", you know what it means to live forever.
The now is infinity.
In the present, you find eternity.
Out of sight, out of mind, the worries of tomorrow.
The spirits come to play and a different knowledge can be found via the spirits.
Out of the physical does the spiritual live in.

Nothing must be done but what the spirits wants.

Nothing can be achieved but what the spirits allow.

Nothing is like to be a host.

And Nothing is like to be the guests, THIS THE SPIRITS HIDE FROM US.

That's why hosts are possesed until they are delivered.
While they are with you young ones, enjoy them for when they leave you will miss them.
For that is the main reason for invoking them.
That is the only way you won't lose.

“I will enter you as hope enters me,
through blinding liquid, light of rain, and I
will stay inside until you send me out…”

—	Camille T. Dungy, from “Ark”

OLD LINK

I-think-I-was-cursed-today

Feel Free To Complete The Story III

Picked up my baby and two of her friends. The plan was to drop her friends on our way out.

One of the friends was so fit. She caught me staring a few times.

In the car she asked who had credit. Obviously the other broke babes, including my baby kept quiet. Man dem gave her a phone to use.

She called a number, said it was busy returned the phone back to me. We got to her friend's stop. I turned to look at her again and I could feel my trousers becoming tight. After the two girls left the car. I hated myself for not asking for her name and my baby did not see  if fit to introduce her friends.

All through my baby and I's date I could not get my mind off the young lady I saw earlier on. Every part of body wanted to be with her. But... I ended up chilling with the baby.

When I got home, I received a text message from a number saved as "Can't hit it."
I had no clue when I saved the number. I opened the text message and what I saw made me tremble...

10 Lessons from Einstein

10 Lessons from Einstein
!!!

ones

the old "ones" pass...

the new "ones" come...

new "ones" become old...

the old "ones" become the one...

even when there is a new "ones"...

the thought of having more than one "ones" comes...

but a choice has to be made because no matter how the "english" can be said or how the truth can be manipulated to make sense,  more than one, "ones" isnt one any more...

but i stay true to the one...

just me n my one...

we equal one...

KOMMYTILA HAS SPOKEN.

Feel free to complete the story II

I met my sweet young lady through my friend's friend therefore my friend.
I was told she was a hot thing.
Sexy sexy sexy!

As sexy as my sexy old Cleopatra, as hot as the previous Jamaican baby for life.
My Young lady and I, met at the mall.
I was in a rich fellow attire trying to show off what I believed was my best quality, money.
We had lunch, made her smile every 5 seconds.
We spoke about her, her and her some more.
I had her driven back to her house. Sweet thing.
Told her I wanted to see her gain.
And the day was over. 

The next time we met. Young lady was in one of my recording studios. On a Saturday, we are chilling. There are drinks. I make her smile some more.

All through the days past. I had not known her yet.
I intended on doing that during out next encounter.
The next date was set.
The young lady stood me up.
The next and the next.
At this pount I was craving none other but her.
The children ministry meant nothing to me anymore. My pastoral days were coming to an end.

It was like I was Adam in the bible.
I had made up on going on with my Eve, even though I knew the consequence was death. God is God he will understand I said to myself.

Yet no response from the young lady, my eve.

So I get on with my now trouble life.
Just like she had studied the art of seduction she called and set up a date. Playing with my allegedly manly being.
I yielded into temptation. We knew ourselves, our path towards memories past ended in happiness right after I had spoken in different tongues that tickled her intellectual fancy.

But the story changes...

Feel free to complete the story.

I had just arrived the building from wherever it was I was coming from. Walked  to the bathroom, took a long shower, muting my thoughts with the sound of the water falling on my body - from my head to my toes and all around. I air dry me body, got dressed, picked my clipper and went down to the hair salon. I was tired of looking 15 years older.
After the haircut I tipped the barber twice his fee. Stepped back into the car with my new hair cut, feeling real good. I decide to take a drive around the whole of Okota. (I saw Vic O again.) While moving around I noticed all the old girls were looking at me. The young ladies were all adjusting their skirts. I knew I had to take advantage of the situation.
I saw a young woman probably a mother of two. Body pretty tight. 32 yrs old tops. I pulled up beside her and asked the name of the street I was on...

I am a troubled child.

The sound of people arguing fills up my room at 1am when normal people are meant to be sleeping.



My ears are victims of what should not, my heart is heavy and all I can say is God, if you truly are God let this be a thing of the past.



The voices stop, all I hear is silence, no arguments, no conversations just silence


I say another prayer to God, wishing with all my heart for so many things, asked him for wisdom and for him to end the world as we know it.

before my kid(s) become victims to things like this.

Music & Luciferic Substances.

It is said that I play the victim a lot.

It is said that I never really loved.

it is said that I pounce on innocent and guilty victims and make them vulnerable with my pretense of innocence and guilt.

It is said that I am emotionally absent.

But I am the victim

I have loved, I love too much

I am not innocent neither am a guilty of anything but giving love that is required of me to give

I am a hopeless romantic.

I have been damaged from relationships with ladies from parallel universes.

I have lost the skill of giving the love required of me

I am still a hopeless romantic, but on the inside.

I am been deprived of the one thing I crave the most. Love.

I've got all the material things I can afford at the moment.

I've got a bright future from today & yesterday;s achievements.

Why cant I find someone that can fit my complex yet simple emptiness.

Music and other luciferic substances can not continue to be my escape, for they are temporary.

0-/10-/10-/1

Dear Kommytila,

For time is nothing but an illusion, and distance exists as nothing but some sort of measurement.

Remember all the thinks said and pondered about at this present moment.

For this is all we have.

This very moment we are magnificient and awesome and we live happy forever. 

With no regrets or worries. For worries are a waste of imagination and regrets should be considered as experience

In all ups and downs remember your fellow brother Joseph.

In all ups and downs remember that they occur because of you

Remember that this very moment you are a product of what your memory and actions make you to be. 

Remember you have all the Universe inside you and you can achieve all things as long as you ask and believe you have received.

Remember time is nothing but an illusion and it exists not. 

short...

and so

we fly with the fish...

we sing with the frogs...

we swim with the ants...

we do weird things... 

we are happy...

you happy... 

I am happy...

Do You, Do The Do-Able.

Heading back home at 7:33pm, Lagos really does seem peaceful tonight, streetlights are on, no traffic, birds are swimming, and pigs are flying. I know what awaits me when I get home. Continuous nagging from the wife who at this point needs to be divorce.

Kommytila, do you think I need to remain in the useless marriage? I mean, we got married because she got pregnant for me 8 years ago and the boy she gave birth to, died when he was only four.

DO YOU BOO BOO!

I have been dating this guy now for 2months. We met at a friend’s party and all. He has another girlfriend but he called me his wife and all. He even said he thinks we are both gonna get married. And oh my goodness he has a really huge package, like I think he needs to be a pornstar. But the only sad part is when we do it. I’m like is that it and it hurts all through. Kommytila, what can a girl like me do?

DO YOU BOO BOO!

I am a happily married man, married to a half-caste hottie with four beautiful girls, My first daughter is married to a musician and she has a son for him. He is a member of a twin music group, she is being taken care of properly even though. I would have wanted her to continue her education, my second daughter is beautiful but has no thoughts, plans for tomorrow. She gets back at odd hours of the night. My third daughter just got suspended from high school for putting a male students prick in her mouth and the last girl she is 8 years old, we still sleeps with my wife and I and she still wets the bed. Kommytila, what can be done about my situation?

DO THE DO-ABLE

Shout out to the voices in my head for telling me their problems. May their issues be solved and may they continue to provide me with materials to right about.

Acordei, tocava música e ler um livro.

I woke up pretty early today, I am not sure if it was before or after 3am but something like that.

I tried to switch on my laptop but the old fellow did not come on, I can't remember when last I charged it.

I got up from my bed went to my father's living room picked his laptop and walked, ran, tip-toed and rolled back to my room like I was 007 trying to get away after some serious mission.  

I surfed the net for a bit, went on tumblr, checked my twitter timeline, went on Facebook, checked all my email addresses, got hungry left my room for the kitchen, I have been on a vegetarian diet but for some reason I forgot and had 4 pieces of meat.

Had nothing else to do so I got my phone ( Blackberry Touch 3 ), looked through the songs on it, made a playlist by picking songs on the list using the fibonacci sequence, then I picked up one of my Paulo Coehlo books, Aleph to read.

THE TIME NOW IS 6:34am The first song on the playlist was Damian Marley's affairs of the heart, and at that point I was on page 160 of Aleph my 2nd time of reading the book by the way

The second song on the playlist was Ozee's Ashawo, I believe I was on page 161 of Aleph the music wasn't helping my reading so far I have learnt that "Conflicts are for undiscerning souls"

The third song on the playlist was Wizkid's Azonto freestyle, I danced a little, I knew the music was a distraction but I continued to listen and dance inside of me.

the fourth song on the playlist was Itskandysugabeats's BackFire, I listened to it for a while and skipped it. It was not a song to listen to at that point in time.

The fifth song on the playlist was Wizkid's Badman, I go downstairs to drink a glass of water. When I got back the book was back on 161 a sign to re-read what I had read maybe.

By the sixth song Tunde Ednut's Catching Cold song and Morachi's Champagne Shower, I had entered the zone I wanted to be with the book, I had no clue what songs were playing anymore. I was in tune with the book.

If you have no clue who Paulo Coehlo is, you NEED to. 

Looking out my car window.

On my way back from work today, sitting at the owner’s corner of my 2009 or 2010 (not sure maybe even 2008) Honda Accord, with Tuface Idibia playing on the radio with my amazing sub-woofer blasting, I think the name of the song is emotions ( my driver keeps playing the track, I gave him control over the cd selection).

I am a 21-year-old happy man making a living for myself without straining myself physically. I got paid again today on a Monday, and all I did was lie down on the bed in my office and watch DSTV. I own a music-recording studio on the mainland, a small art gallery on the island, I am a therapist at The Counseling Ambassadors (feel free to Google us and donate to our course), I am the founder of Konfirmed Empire (Konfirmed Records, Konfirmed Media Group, Konfirmed Kommunity), a Director in three other companies I chose to withhold their names so I do not get flogged.

I still live with my parents, I pay no rent, I pay no phone bill, I do not gas my car, I really do not use my money to buy anything asides clothes and the books I read, my newly acquired hobby.

Anyway back to the main story, on my way back home the first thing I noticed looking out of my window at 5:57pm are irregularly shaped Nigerians, my mind wondered off to a different time and space, a room filled with short & fat people, skinny-pot bellied people, flat-chested-pot bellied women, malnourished children. The trance was over and I took a second look out of my window and what I saw was completely different. I saw old people, old enough to be my parents uncles and aunts looking tattered, I saw tired sad people heading back home, waiting at bus stops and the smile I had on my face disappeared. Here I am relaxing in an air conditioned car, drinking apple juice and eating suya (my mother most not hear about this) while they go about their business in a less comfortable manner.

While I was in Canada, everyone had a smile on their face 88% of the time (don't ask me how I managed to get my stats), but here in Lagos no one around me is smiling. People are probably thinking about NEPA when they get home or whether to switch on their generators or not etc. at least that's my own biggest worry when I'm heading back home.

I really want to do something to help the people (masses), but at the same time I am extremely grateful for my position in Nigeria. My father says I should consider myself amongst the top 5% in Nigeria. 

Saying all these things Konfirmed is looking for future fashion designers, talented painters, photographers,  writers, musicians, sculptors and many more artistic people with skills and determination.

Send them an email with your contact information and they will be happy to read your mails.

konfirmed@konfirmed.com

Goodnight Pill

This is as freestyle as it gets.

Its 4:46 am, Saturday.

My mates are probably just getting back home from clubs, sleeping after a hard day at work, talking to their dudes/dudettes.

I just wrote a two posts like 30mins ago but I still have the urge to write more. 

The first post was about an old friend. 

The second was about Tylenol, it always finds a way to cure my physical pains. 

I have had a tooth ache for a week now, I went to the dentist yesterday. 

I'm still shitting my pants from the image I saw.

I feel you lots need to see whats in my mouth, like babes forget the fact that am an amazing kisser. 

You really need to stop lining up to kiss this young fellow. 

Asides all that I've got BalloonsOfHaus playing on my speakers. 

I really need to sleep but I can't.

I've got to be at my sisters school in the morning for their open day.

but like I said I can't sleep so waking up when I'm supposed to do is gonna be a big deal.

DSTV is not amazing one bit, the girlfriend is eating KFC with some other guys and she wants to be boring tonight, twitter is a war zone for emotional people like me. 

So blogsville is where am at.

Kinda wish I was still a baby sucking milk from my moms breast. 

I wish being born again could solve all my earthly issues. 

Like servicing the car, paying for BIS, paying the drivers salary, taking my shower, cooking, yes cooking,  I probably need a sugar mommy who needs a son for a boyfriend. 

Move in with her and just chill. 

Smile while she wipes my ass after I shit, 

Smile while she shaves my armpit hair.

I am probably going to far so I'm gonna take a chill pill here and call it a night. 

Shout out to SWIFT. 

Shout out to my iPod

Shout out to NEPA.

Shout out to MacBook Pro.

Shout out to Mr Taofeeq, the carpenter.

Shout out to Mr Kofi, the "Washerman".

Shout out to my hands.

Shout out you for reading up to this point.

Goodnight and sweet dreams when you eventually go to bed today.

My obsession with the Jordan River

Somewhere in Jordan, a part of my soul rests.

I found refuge in a place so foreign and exotic.

Captured by Aphrodite herself.

My heart can do nothing but imagine what could have been if it remained in Jordan.

The Dead Sea was the destination and my soul still floats around with no possibility of sinking and drowning…

As incomplete as my words,

So my decisions are,

As incomplete as our relationship was,

So do I wish all your relationships ‘til I find my way floating back to Jordan.