|
|
|
|
TRUE VISION
When thou has a vision. Surround thine self with people who know more than thou.
For standing upon their shoulders, thou shall see farther and move faster.
True, thou might be the head, being the visioner. But every idea does not have to emanate from thee.
When they generate ideas, do not feel inferior or intimidated. For the glory eventually returns to thee.
For when thou begin to show signs of intimidation and apprehension,
they shall flee and abandon thee at the level of thine mediocrity. And
soon thine vision shall stagnate and go six-feet below, to feast with
rotten maggots.
(Dr. Thomas Wilson)
www.thomas-wilson.com
THE VACUUM THEORY.
You are either pursuing your dream, or someone is using you to pursue his own dream.
You are either making money or someone is using you to make money and
paying you peanuts in the name of "salary" and "allowances".
The future belongs to those who dare to dream and put in their all, to see it come to pass.
Nature abhors vacuum.
You either fulfill your destiny, or someone uses you to fulfill his.
(Dr. Thomas S. Wilson)
www.thomas-wilson.com
TEARS OF JOY
Out of my hands it flew
Like a bird in the sky
My expectations, like a vapour
Vanished before my eyes
Tears of loss
Rolled down my cheek
My heart broken
My world in shreds
But now I look back
And thank my stars
For i lost a sparrow
To gain an eagle
So I learnt
That some loss I must suffer
That some gain I must harvest
So when next a sparrow flies out of my hands
I await patiently the arrival of an eagle
For if I weep un-end
Tears might block my eyes
And loose the eagle
Like I lost the sparrow.
Dr. Thomas Wilson
www.thomas-wilson.com
AGONY OF MATYRDOM
My life
A mystery from onset
The twenty-third child
of my parents
Yet the first
To survive infancy.
They simply called me
'Kashimawo'...let's watch and see, if he would also go
the way of others.
I was not even properly named
Until I was 15
When they christened me Moshood.
My early life
A pinnacle of struggles
For the poverty I behold
I combated to wealth
And blessed the nation
With unrivaled philanthropy.
Political power...
My vision to perish poverty
And make the common man
A being of value.
I stood and won
Mandate to liven the poor
And catapult Nigeria
In committee of nations
Yet the powers that be
My close associates
Denied me my mandate
And sent me
To this land of no-return.
This democracy you now enjoy
Was watered by my blood
But even those who stepped on my flesh to power
Refused to acknowledge me.
Now you demonstrate with placards
And condemn in vituperation
The one that seek
To immortalize me
I fought a good fight
Died for a cause I believe
But here in my grave
I sometimes wonder
If this nation
Is worth dying for.
Dr. Thomas-Wilson
www.thomas-wilson.com
(dedicated to the memories of late chief MKO Abiola)
— with Ernest E. Akpan and 15 others
MELODIES OF SORROW
We are air hostesses
So proud to be
This our life aspiration
To bring you joy on air
This job
Some say is risky
But for every occupation
There is a hazard
But this Dana Air hazard,
One hazard too risky
A couple of emergency landings,
Loud sounds from the propeller
like explosions of ballistic missiles
Yet we train
To calm your nerves and utter with a smile
"thanks for choosing Dana Air"
Even on that fateful day
Third June, 2012
When we first flew Lagos-Abuja
The plane shook seriously
Thrice on air
And the engine ceased for 30 seconds
Yet on landing
We sooth our passengers
And utter yet with a smile;
"thanks for flying Dana Air"
Now,
We are history
No passengers to sooth
We stand now naked
Before Judgement throne
To give account of our earthly deeds
Like someday you will.
This throne we know all
Mortals shall face
But not so soon
Not so young
Dana Air brought us here
Sooner than we envisaged.
RICH DEATH, POOR FOLKS
We are poor
This we know
The rich abode in Lekki, VGC, GRA, Ikoyi....
We take our humble abode
In Iju
We have no business
With aero planes
That is a luxury for the rich
But alas
In our humble one-room apartments,
Came a bang, flames and tears
Death so cheap
Now we see
That no death is secluded for the rich
For fangs of death
Is no respecter of status
Dr. Thomas S. Wilson
www.thomas-wilson.com
(dedicated to the residents of Iju, where the ill-fated plane crashed on 3/6/12)
— with Kehinde Lamidi and 15 others.
THE PRICE...
Yeshua...
The Son of the Most High
He paid the price
Bore the shame
Today all over the world, we celebrate Him.
Are you also ready to pay the price to see your dreams come through?
Are you ready to bear the inconveniences and discomfort that go with pursuing that dream?
Remember, only price payers are prize winners.
Happy Good Friday to you all.
WHEN ?
When will my status change?
I have been
around this mountain
For too long!
People all around me
Moving upward
To their next levels
Yet I stagnate...
When will my status change?
In tears I slept
And in dreamland
I behold an angel
White as snow
Huge as a giant
Whisper solemn in my ears...
Your status will change
When you change...
When you dare to dream
And stake your life
On your dream
When you develop your mind
That your eyes
May see when others look
When you drop
Friends that kill your dream
And friend they that live their dreams
So ask not
When your status will change
But ask
When you will be ready
To change your status
For the power of WHEN
lies within your palm.
Dr. Thomas S. Wilson
(c2012)
TRUE VISION
When thou has a vision. Surround thine self with people who know more than thou.
For standing upon their shoulders, thou shall see farther and move faster.
True, thou might be the head, being the visioner. But every idea does not have to emanate from thee.
When they generate ideas, do not feel inferior or intimidated. For the glory eventually returns to thee.
For when thou begin to show signs of intimidation and apprehension,
they shall flee and abandon thee at the level of thine mediocrity. And
soon thine vision shall stagnate and go six-feet below, to feast with
rotten maggots.
(Dr. Thomas Wilson)
www.thomas-wilson.com
THE VACUUM THEORY.
You are either pursuing your dream, or someone is using you to pursue his own dream.
You are either making money or someone is using you to make money and
paying you peanuts in the name of "salary" and "allowances".
The future belongs to those who dare to dream and put in their all, to see it come to pass.
Nature abhors vacuum.
You either fulfill your destiny, or someone uses you to fulfill his.
(Dr. Thomas S. Wilson)
www.thomas-wilson.com
TEARS OF JOY
Out of my hands it flew
Like a bird in the sky
My expectations, like a vapour
Vanished before my eyes
Tears of loss
Rolled down my cheek
My heart broken
My world in shreds
But now I look back
And thank my stars
For i lost a sparrow
To gain an eagle
So I learnt
That some loss I must suffer
That some gain I must harvest
So when next a sparrow flies out of my hands
I await patiently the arrival of an eagle
For if I weep un-end
Tears might block my eyes
And loose the eagle
Like I lost the sparrow.
Dr. Thomas Wilson
www.thomas-wilson.com
AGONY OF MATYRDOM
My life
A mystery from onset
The twenty-third child
of my parents
Yet the first
To survive infancy.
They simply called me
'Kashimawo'...let's watch and see, if he would also go
the way of others.
I was not even properly named
Until I was 15
When they christened me Moshood.
My early life
A pinnacle of struggles
For the poverty I behold
I combated to wealth
And blessed the nation
With unrivaled philanthropy.
Political power...
My vision to perish poverty
And make the common man
A being of value.
I stood and won
Mandate to liven the poor
And catapult Nigeria
In committee of nations
Yet the powers that be
My close associates
Denied me my mandate
And sent me
To this land of no-return.
This democracy you now enjoy
Was watered by my blood
But even those who stepped on my flesh to power
Refused to acknowledge me.
Now you demonstrate with placards
And condemn in vituperation
The one that seek
To immortalize me
I fought a good fight
Died for a cause I believe
But here in my grave
I sometimes wonder
If this nation
Is worth dying for.
Dr. Thomas-Wilson
www.thomas-wilson.com
(dedicated to the memories of late chief MKO Abiola)
— with Ernest E. Akpan and 15 others
MELODIES OF SORROW
We are air hostesses
So proud to be
This our life aspiration
To bring you joy on air
This job
Some say is risky
But for every occupation
There is a hazard
But this Dana Air hazard,
One hazard too risky
A couple of emergency landings,
Loud sounds from the propeller
like explosions of ballistic missiles
Yet we train
To calm your nerves and utter with a smile
"thanks for choosing Dana Air"
Even on that fateful day
Third June, 2012
When we first flew Lagos-Abuja
The plane shook seriously
Thrice on air
And the engine ceased for 30 seconds
Yet on landing
We sooth our passengers
And utter yet with a smile;
"thanks for flying Dana Air"
Now,
We are history
No passengers to sooth
We stand now naked
Before Judgement throne
To give account of our earthly deeds
Like someday you will.
This throne we know all
Mortals shall face
But not so soon
Not so young
Dana Air brought us here
Sooner than we envisaged.
RICH DEATH, POOR FOLKS
We are poor
This we know
The rich abode in Lekki, VGC, GRA, Ikoyi....
We take our humble abode
In Iju
We have no business
With aero planes
That is a luxury for the rich
But alas
In our humble one-room apartments,
Came a bang, flames and tears
Death so cheap
Now we see
That no death is secluded for the rich
For fangs of death
Is no respecter of status
Dr. Thomas S. Wilson
www.thomas-wilson.com
(dedicated to the residents of Iju, where the ill-fated plane crashed on 3/6/12)
— with Kehinde Lamidi and 15 others.
THE PRICE...
Yeshua...
The Son of the Most High
He paid the price
Bore the shame
Today all over the world, we celebrate Him.
Are you also ready to pay the price to see your dreams come through?
Are you ready to bear the inconveniences and discomfort that go with pursuing that dream?
Remember, only price payers are prize winners.
Happy Good Friday to you all.
TRUE VISION
When thou has a vision. Surround thine self with people who know more than thou.
For standing upon their shoulders, thou shall see farther and move faster.
True, thou might be the head, being the visioner. But every idea does not have to emanate from thee.
When they generate ideas, do not feel inferior or intimidated. For the glory eventually returns to thee.
For when thou begin to show signs of intimidation and apprehension,
they shall flee and abandon thee at the level of thine mediocrity. And
soon thine vision shall stagnate and go six-feet below, to feast with
rotten maggots.
(Dr. Thomas Wilson)
www.thomas-wilson.com
THE VACUUM THEORY.
You are either pursuing your dream, or someone is using you to pursue his own dream.
You are either making money or someone is using you to make money and
paying you peanuts in the name of "salary" and "allowances".
The future belongs to those who dare to dream and put in their all, to see it come to pass.
Nature abhors vacuum.
You either fulfill your destiny, or someone uses you to fulfill his.
(Dr. Thomas S. Wilson)
www.thomas-wilson.com
TEARS OF JOY
Out of my hands it flew
Like a bird in the sky
My expectations, like a vapour
Vanished before my eyes
Tears of loss
Rolled down my cheek
My heart broken
My world in shreds
But now I look back
And thank my stars
For i lost a sparrow
To gain an eagle
So I learnt
That some loss I must suffer
That some gain I must harvest
So when next a sparrow flies out of my hands
I await patiently the arrival of an eagle
For if I weep un-end
Tears might block my eyes
And loose the eagle
Like I lost the sparrow.
Dr. Thomas Wilson
www.thomas-wilson.com
AGONY OF MATYRDOM
My life
A mystery from onset
The twenty-third child
of my parents
Yet the first
To survive infancy.
They simply called me
'Kashimawo'...let's watch and see, if he would also go
the way of others.
I was not even properly named
Until I was 15
When they christened me Moshood.
My early life
A pinnacle of struggles
For the poverty I behold
I combated to wealth
And blessed the nation
With unrivaled philanthropy.
Political power...
My vision to perish poverty
And make the common man
A being of value.
I stood and won
Mandate to liven the poor
And catapult Nigeria
In committee of nations
Yet the powers that be
My close associates
Denied me my mandate
And sent me
To this land of no-return.
This democracy you now enjoy
Was watered by my blood
But even those who stepped on my flesh to power
Refused to acknowledge me.
Now you demonstrate with placards
And condemn in vituperation
The one that seek
To immortalize me
I fought a good fight
Died for a cause I believe
But here in my grave
I sometimes wonder
If this nation
Is worth dying for.
Dr. Thomas-Wilson
www.thomas-wilson.com
(dedicated to the memories of late chief MKO Abiola)
— with Ernest E. Akpan and 15 others
MELODIES OF SORROW
We are air hostesses
So proud to be
This our life aspiration
To bring you joy on air
This job
Some say is risky
But for every occupation
There is a hazard
But this Dana Air hazard,
One hazard too risky
A couple of emergency landings,
Loud sounds from the propeller
like explosions of ballistic missiles
Yet we train
To calm your nerves and utter with a smile
"thanks for choosing Dana Air"
Even on that fateful day
Third June, 2012
When we first flew Lagos-Abuja
The plane shook seriously
Thrice on air
And the engine ceased for 30 seconds
Yet on landing
We sooth our passengers
And utter yet with a smile;
"thanks for flying Dana Air"
Now,
We are history
No passengers to sooth
We stand now naked
Before Judgement throne
To give account of our earthly deeds
Like someday you will.
This throne we know all
Mortals shall face
But not so soon
Not so young
Dana Air brought us here
Sooner than we envisaged.
RICH DEATH, POOR FOLKS
We are poor
This we know
The rich abode in Lekki, VGC, GRA, Ikoyi....
We take our humble abode
In Iju
We have no business
With aero planes
That is a luxury for the rich
But alas
In our humble one-room apartments,
Came a bang, flames and tears
Death so cheap
Now we see
That no death is secluded for the rich
For fangs of death
Is no respecter of status
Dr. Thomas S. Wilson
www.thomas-wilson.com
(dedicated to the residents of Iju, where the ill-fated plane crashed on 3/6/12)
— with Kehinde Lamidi and 15 others.
TRUE VISION
When thou has a vision. Surround thine self with people who know more than thou.
For standing upon their shoulders, thou shall see farther and move faster.
True, thou might be the head, being the visioner. But every idea does not have to emanate from thee.
When they generate ideas, do not feel inferior or intimidated. For the glory eventually returns to thee.
For when thou begin to show signs of intimidation and apprehension, they shall flee and abandon thee at the level of thine mediocrity. And soon thine vision shall stagnate and go six-feet below, to feast with rotten maggots.
(Dr. Thomas Wilson)
www.thomas-wilson.com
For standing upon their shoulders, thou shall see farther and move faster.
True, thou might be the head, being the visioner. But every idea does not have to emanate from thee.
When they generate ideas, do not feel inferior or intimidated. For the glory eventually returns to thee.
For when thou begin to show signs of intimidation and apprehension, they shall flee and abandon thee at the level of thine mediocrity. And soon thine vision shall stagnate and go six-feet below, to feast with rotten maggots.
(Dr. Thomas Wilson)
www.thomas-wilson.com
THE VACUUM THEORY.
You are either pursuing your dream, or someone is using you to pursue his own dream.
You are either making money or someone is using you to make money and paying you peanuts in the name of "salary" and "allowances".
The future belongs to those who dare to dream and put in their all, to see it come to pass.
Nature abhors vacuum.
You either fulfill your destiny, or someone uses you to fulfill his.
(Dr. Thomas S. Wilson)
www.thomas-wilson.com
You are either pursuing your dream, or someone is using you to pursue his own dream.
You are either making money or someone is using you to make money and paying you peanuts in the name of "salary" and "allowances".
The future belongs to those who dare to dream and put in their all, to see it come to pass.
Nature abhors vacuum.
You either fulfill your destiny, or someone uses you to fulfill his.
(Dr. Thomas S. Wilson)
www.thomas-wilson.com
TEARS OF JOY
Out of my hands it flew
Like a bird in the sky
My expectations, like a vapour
Vanished before my eyes
Out of my hands it flew
Like a bird in the sky
My expectations, like a vapour
Vanished before my eyes
Tears of loss
Rolled down my cheek
My heart broken
My world in shreds
But now I look back
And thank my stars
For i lost a sparrow
To gain an eagle
So I learnt
That some loss I must suffer
That some gain I must harvest
So when next a sparrow flies out of my hands
I await patiently the arrival of an eagle
For if I weep un-end
Tears might block my eyes
And loose the eagle
Like I lost the sparrow.
Dr. Thomas Wilson
www.thomas-wilson.com
Rolled down my cheek
My heart broken
My world in shreds
But now I look back
And thank my stars
For i lost a sparrow
To gain an eagle
So I learnt
That some loss I must suffer
That some gain I must harvest
So when next a sparrow flies out of my hands
I await patiently the arrival of an eagle
For if I weep un-end
Tears might block my eyes
And loose the eagle
Like I lost the sparrow.
Dr. Thomas Wilson
www.thomas-wilson.com
AGONY OF MATYRDOM
My life
A mystery from onset
The twenty-third child
of my parents
Yet the first
To survive infancy.
They simply called me
'Kashimawo'...let's watch and see, if he would also go
the way of others.
I was not even properly named
Until I was 15
When they christened me Moshood.
My early life
A pinnacle of struggles
For the poverty I behold
I combated to wealth
And blessed the nation
With unrivaled philanthropy.
Political power...
My vision to perish poverty
And make the common man
A being of value.
I stood and won
Mandate to liven the poor
And catapult Nigeria
In committee of nations
Yet the powers that be
My close associates
Denied me my mandate
And sent me
To this land of no-return.
This democracy you now enjoy
Was watered by my blood
But even those who stepped on my flesh to power
Refused to acknowledge me.
Now you demonstrate with placards
And condemn in vituperation
The one that seek
To immortalize me
I fought a good fight
Died for a cause I believe
But here in my grave
I sometimes wonder
If this nation
Is worth dying for.
Dr. Thomas-Wilson
www.thomas-wilson.com
(dedicated to the memories of late chief MKO Abiola)
— with Ernest E. Akpan and 15 others
My life
A mystery from onset
The twenty-third child
of my parents
Yet the first
To survive infancy.
They simply called me
'Kashimawo'...let's watch and see, if he would also go
the way of others.
I was not even properly named
Until I was 15
When they christened me Moshood.
My early life
A pinnacle of struggles
For the poverty I behold
I combated to wealth
And blessed the nation
With unrivaled philanthropy.
Political power...
My vision to perish poverty
And make the common man
A being of value.
I stood and won
Mandate to liven the poor
And catapult Nigeria
In committee of nations
Yet the powers that be
My close associates
Denied me my mandate
And sent me
To this land of no-return.
This democracy you now enjoy
Was watered by my blood
But even those who stepped on my flesh to power
Refused to acknowledge me.
Now you demonstrate with placards
And condemn in vituperation
The one that seek
To immortalize me
I fought a good fight
Died for a cause I believe
But here in my grave
I sometimes wonder
If this nation
Is worth dying for.
Dr. Thomas-Wilson
www.thomas-wilson.com
(dedicated to the memories of late chief MKO Abiola)
MELODIES OF SORROW
We are air hostesses
So proud to be
This our life aspiration
To bring you joy on air
This job
Some say is risky
But for every occupation
There is a hazard
But this Dana Air hazard,
One hazard too risky
A couple of emergency landings,
Loud sounds from the propeller
like explosions of ballistic missiles
Yet we train
To calm your nerves and utter with a smile
"thanks for choosing Dana Air"
Even on that fateful day
Third June, 2012
When we first flew Lagos-Abuja
The plane shook seriously
Thrice on air
And the engine ceased for 30 seconds
Yet on landing
We sooth our passengers
And utter yet with a smile;
"thanks for flying Dana Air"
Now,
We are history
No passengers to sooth
We stand now naked
Before Judgement throne
To give account of our earthly deeds
Like someday you will.
This throne we know all
Mortals shall face
But not so soon
Not so young
Dana Air brought us here
Sooner than we envisaged.
We are air hostesses
So proud to be
This our life aspiration
To bring you joy on air
This job
Some say is risky
But for every occupation
There is a hazard
But this Dana Air hazard,
One hazard too risky
A couple of emergency landings,
Loud sounds from the propeller
like explosions of ballistic missiles
Yet we train
To calm your nerves and utter with a smile
"thanks for choosing Dana Air"
Even on that fateful day
Third June, 2012
When we first flew Lagos-Abuja
The plane shook seriously
Thrice on air
And the engine ceased for 30 seconds
Yet on landing
We sooth our passengers
And utter yet with a smile;
"thanks for flying Dana Air"
Now,
We are history
No passengers to sooth
We stand now naked
Before Judgement throne
To give account of our earthly deeds
Like someday you will.
This throne we know all
Mortals shall face
But not so soon
Not so young
Dana Air brought us here
Sooner than we envisaged.
We are poor
This we know
The rich abode in Lekki, VGC, GRA, Ikoyi....
We take our humble abode
In Iju
We have no business
With aero planes
That is a luxury for the rich
But alas
In our humble one-room apartments,
Came a bang, flames and tears
Death so cheap
Now we see
That no death is secluded for the rich
For fangs of death
Is no respecter of status
Dr. Thomas S. Wilson
www.thomas-wilson.com
(dedicated to the residents of Iju, where the ill-fated plane crashed on 3/6/12)
THE PRICE...
Yeshua...
The Son of the Most High
He paid the price
Bore the shame
Today all over the world, we celebrate Him.
Are you also ready to pay the price to see your dreams come through?
Are you ready to bear the inconveniences and discomfort that go with pursuing that dream?
Remember, only price payers are prize winners.
Happy Good Friday to you all.
WHEN ?
When will my status change?
I have been
around this mountain
For too long!
People all around me
Moving upward
To their next levels
Yet I stagnate...
When will my status change?
In tears I slept
And in dreamland
I behold an angel
White as snow
Huge as a giant
Whisper solemn in my ears...
Your status will change
When you change...
When you dare to dream
And stake your life
On your dream
When you develop your mind
That your eyes
May see when others look
When you drop
Friends that kill your dream
And friend they that live their dreams
So ask not
When your status will change
But ask
When you will be ready
To change your status
For the power of WHEN
lies within your palm.
Dr. Thomas S. Wilson
(c2012)
