Posted in Inspirational

SELF-PITY

Actually I didn’t have anything to write for this particular publication until I received a call from someone very dear to me and this gave me the edge I needed. I noticed that we bring ourselves down in one way or the other due to one or few things we face. The truth is that self-pity is a natural phenomenon of which humans face and it’s a very hard feeling to drive away, but have you ever wondered that there is a very simple cure to this self-pity. Well, if you don’t know then I’ll be very glad to share it with you. Our journey has been smooth so far and I just got to the part where I discuss the cure for self-pity. The simple logic there is that self-pity is self-inflicted and can only be cured by self-confidence. That sounds quite funny right? But have you ever been in a situation where you felt heart-broken because of a particular situation or a breakup? In most cases you are the one that helps “you” to get back on track; well there are some instances where you receive help from friends and other people around but the basic point there is that “it’s only you that knows where the pin is struck and how to get it out, unless you describe it to others“. Well, that might not have been what you were expecting but if I’m wrong about this then try and count how many situations you have been into and if most of them were not solved by you relying on yourself. I hope you won’t mind if I end this with a poem on self-pity since that is the major thing I do and probably love doing…

SELF-PITY

I was cut short

And I lie on the rock hard ground alone

With no one by my side but my hope and my smile

I look up and all I see are blinding rays of the blistering sun

Then I look down, deep into my soul and I weep

This time there was no one to bring me back up

So what do I do?

A thought then came to me

Do what you know how to do best and smile

I did

And guess what

I was back on my feet

SANYAOLU OLUBUNMI (MCBUMNIK)

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Posted in Dear diary, Inspirational

ABUSE ME VERY WELL

I woke up just like any other day and all i could just think of is the phrase “Abuse me very well“, then i started to remember my days in secondary school when we used to joke and whine and call each other unnecessary funny names. Then i didn’t really know how to whine but i for sure knew how to laugh to those jokes.

The awkward part is that we sometimes whine about the persons looks and shape, what the Yorubas call ” ebu ara “. I was quite short then and my nose was quite big also so i knew my place was to just sit back and laugh to the stand up comedy. Although there were times i was picked on also but i sha survived.

My point here is about PERFECTION and ACCEPTANCE, i used to think that some people were made perfect while some others were not, until i got to know that no one is truly perfect unless you learn to accept yourself for the person you are.

The truth is that if you don’t accept yourself for who you are you will never feel or learn to appreciate yourself. Lemme give you a scenario, while growing up i and my younger brother were battling with the same height and i was always angry that he would disrespect me or people would soon start calling him the elder brother and me the younger. I didn’t look at the other properties i possess, i didn’t look for my own inner height as i should, i didn’t accept my perfection in other things. Well the truth is that he is now taller than me now but i am glad i was able to accept that before he became the giant he is.

My point is that you have to learn to accept your flaws irrespective of what they are and use them to your advantage. “You are beautiful just the way you are”.

Well i still have to write a poem because that’s what i do. And please do well to follow and comment, i would really appreciate your opinions and contribution.

ABUSE ME VERY WELL

I walk down the street and you laughed

I dance the way i can and you laughed

I dress in what i have and you laughed

You know what, i also laugh

Do you know why?

I have found the secret to perfection

Looking deep back at you i see your flaws also

But i choose not to use them against you

Why?

Because I’m aiming for a better me

Sanyaolu Olubunmi (Mcbumnik)

Accepting who you really are and working on making yourself a better you is the key to perfection – Olubunmi Sanyaolu

Posted in Dear diary, Inspirational

ONE CORNER (The Poem)

So this one corner dance and act is presently taking over the net and i only saw the dance just yesterday. I was so desperate to find out what people have been hissing and ranting about that i started asking my classmates if any of then have the video of any clip.

To my surprise those that had it said they had deleted it and this grew my suspicions… Well to cut the story short, i finally decided to hunt for it on Instagram and all i could see was people climbing poles and looking for any corner or edge to dance the song with (Truthfully its very hilarious).

This blog is mainly known for poems so i’d do well to write one but not based on the dance though.

ONE CORNER (THE POEM)

It was a lonely day

All i could think of was fame

I took my notebook and i wrote myself a play

Of how i want life to turn out for me i pray

Rolling in the latest car

And having the perfect bae

Then i just heard my friend say

Baba you better leave that one corner you dey

His shout brought me back to reality

And i saw sense in what he said

“…leave that one corner…”

Motivated i was

To go far in life you need to leave that comfort zone

And leave that corner

You need to explore

Sanyaolu Olubunmi (Mcbumnik)

Majority of us tend to live our life at a corner but the moment we break lose we’ll see that the room has a lot in store and it even has a door to a world that could be explored – Olubunmi Sanyaolu

Posted in Dear diary, My Love Story

THAT NOT SO PERFECT LOVE STORY

I have liked her for more than two years
I tried to escape the feeling
So I decided to move on with my life
Not knowing that I’m moving in circles
Now I’m back at my starting point
All I could ever imagine
Is packed in one mind and body
In one being who I share many realities
Talking of intelligence
Talking of beauty
Talking of a person with a plan for the future
Talking of a person who would never set for less
All packed in one mind and body
But she is far from perfect
That I can accept
But she looks down on others
That I can’t accept
Why? I just can’t explain
She hardly listens and does only what she feels
‘Please listen to my advice’ I’d say
‘Don’t tell me how to do my things’ she’d say

I wish she could just listen
Because all I want for her is the best and I have my reasons
My heart has long been locked in her prison
And the gate is open with a choice given
I can decide to leave or stay
But the future is dim and gray
She wouldn’t make me happy and so I say
I’m still in love with her but our love story is not so perfect
I’m the one with the issues because I can’t accept you just the way you are
And you like you the way you are
I’ve got my bad side but I’m willing to change for you
But would you change for me?
#Diaryofayoungpoet
Sanyaolu Olubunmi (Mcbumnik)

Posted in Dear diary, Inspirational

A Chance

The strangest thing about life is that we all have a chance to choose which path we want. Although there are times when our paths are forced on us but we can choose to make the best use of the path to get us to our dream destination… You have been given a chance, its your decision to maximize it.

A CHANCE
Opportunities come and go
Lucks come in the form of both good and bad
Decisions are at times life changing or deadly
The chances you get now shape your future
The people you meet along the way give you stories to tell
You have a chance to choose life and love
And also to choose death and hate
The chances are clear between success and failure
Just as they are clear when you choose the wrong path and a person lights up your way
The choices you make today makes you who you are tomorrow
Don’t be defined by your past
Choose a glorious future
#we are rising
@diaryofayoungpoet
Diary of a Young Poet
Sanyaolu Olubunmi (Mcbumnik)

Posted in Dear diary, Imaginations, Inspirational

My imagination. My strength

It’s very funny when I solve problems with my mind
And find drastic solutions just with my imagination
It’s very funny when you crush on someone
And you picture yourself dating the person
It’s very funny when am hungry
And I imagine that perfect delicacy my mum makes
It’s very sad when someone hurts you
And you can only keep quiet about it
It’s very sad when someone breaks your heart
And you imagination becomes shattered
But think of the possibilities
Think of the power of imagination
Think of the strength it yields
And think of the impact you can make to your generation.
#we are rising
#Diary of a young poet
Sanyaolu Olubunmi (Mcbumnik)

Posted in My Love Story

HELP ME WITH THE MEANING OF LOVE

Can someone help me out?
Help me with the meaning of love
I have seek and failed to find
I stopped searching yet it did not find me
I have seen things which may seem like love
Or could it all just be lust

The perfect curves of Omosalewa drives me crazy
Looking at her blessed structure has ran men mad
The view that destroy homes is what she bears
And her uncontended nature is not what I need
Should I say I love her because of what I see?
Can someone help me out?

Fatima is also a pretty and fun to be with lady
You both can talk and never get bored
The sad part is that Fatima has a “But”
Which makes me sad and sick at heart
She gossips and backbites and never hold secrets
Should I say I love her because she is fun and pretty?
Can someone help me out?

Adepeju does not look bad either
She is light, fresh and rich
Am not bad either but her standards are pretty high
She doesn’t care if my account goes empty
As long as she is happy
But I love her or so I think
Can someone help me out?

Pelumi looks perfect for me
But my heart says all ladies are the same
And my head says “you haven’t been lucky with these beings”
So I am deciding whether to sit this out
But anytime I think of the meaning of love
I think of Pelumi
Should I let her go because am scared?
Can someone PLEASE help me out?
Olubunmi Sanyaolu (MCBUMNIK)

Posted in Dear diary, Inspirational

COLD DAYS

Dear diary,

COLD DAYS
Boy wake up its time to go to the farm
Sleeping all day will only do you harm
Take the basket and hold it by the arm
Its the harvest period and we need to dig up the yams

Papa I just one more hour
I need to finish my dream
Lying under this cozy blanket is like a dream come true
The dream is sweet and I don’t think am through
Please just one more hour i beg of you

Mama already said I’ll join you later
I’ll do my chores and make the house look better
I’ll be fast because I know time is all that matters

Am scared to get out
Get out of bed
Get out to work
But If I don’t then I’ll probably die of hunger
Olubunmi Sanyaolu (MCBUMNIK)

Posted in Inspirational

HELP THEM MOVE UP

 

Alabi told you of his failure
You laughed and giggled at this downfall
Alabi is in pain and is struggling
Yet you just walked out like you do not care
Alabi gave up and took to the lines and trees
But was saved by a Good Samaritan
He gave Alabi a second chance
He told him, keep moving up
And do not give up

 

Omolewa needed someone to love and care for her
She found you and you seemed perfect
Not knowing you were the devil’s incarnate
Omolewa was innocent and she gave you her precious heart
She saw you as her charming prince
She gave you all she had except her dignity
Which was her pride and her beauty
It was her life and her soul
But you did not think of her feelings
You came and plucked of her happiness and ego
You stole from the soup pot and you never looked back
Now the pot is open and going sour
Omolewa is in pain and never to love again she swore
All she can do is to keep moving up
All Omolewa can do is to never give up

 

James took loan to start a proposed business
A business you introduced and you knew would never strive
You were interested in collecting his money
And hand back to him mourning
James was living in hard times and needed a quick way out
A way out of his suffering, grief and misery
He placed his family house on collateral for loan
You duped him and stripped him of all he had
You even stripped him of his life
John killed himself and could only move down
His last chance of survival you took away from him

 

You better give up your evil ways
And start giving people a chance to have their way
Stop wickedness, stop sharing pain
Do unto others as you want them to do to you
Stop the flow of tears and start giving happiness
OLUBUNMI SANYAOLU (MCBUMNIK)

Posted in Drama and Poetry, My Love Story

Valentine Special – Letter to my Queen

KING: What do you want again; don’t you know how to stay away after pain? It’s obvious you have nothing else to gain.
MCBUMNIK: Staying away is a sign of defeat and anytime I fall I stand back on my feet, I may not be a General with a lot of fleet but I’m a guy who never quits.
KING: The last time my dad almost cut off your head is not memorable enough? Or do you want a case where an angry man puts you off.
MCBUMNIK: My act is a sign of love and at this point my heart can’t be shoved.
KING: (sigh) Ok, I’ll help you pass your letter to my sister, but at the end if you dare not treat her like a star I’ll make sure your head is used for tar.
MCBUMNIK: (jumps happily) Here take (hands over letter). Thanks a lot, if I have my way I’ll buy you a plot or even build you a fort. (Leaves)
KING: This dude claims he loves my sister but all I see in him is a cheater and his attitude a player, let me read his message and know what secrecy he hides before I peel off his hide and stab him from behind. The letter even smells good; he has probably sprayed perfume on it, this is what a player would do. (Opens and reads letter)

LETTER TO MY QUEEN
I saw you and I sighed
Indeed a beautiful sight
Like an angel all I could see saw light
And like an achiever I must surely fight
I prayed to the one lord
That I would obey his word
If he creates a cord
That would connect both our hearts
But anytime I see your dad
My heart skips and becomes sad
Because he does not approves and sees me like am mad
The lord has shown me how to play my card
But all I have is my guard
And my ability to work hard
And in my possession my swag
And apart from that a water gourd
That mama gave me as a gift from abroad
I’ll work hard till I can afford
A benz for your dad and for you a ford
Blessings shall be mine in that accord
That’s why I keep praying to the lord
And sticking to his word
You are my emerald
You are my silver and gold
My life I will live for you
But first let me solve issues with your dad