โ€‹Reflections on metaphysics III [ on Faith, Crossroads and Altars] By ‘Lanre Bucknor

Find Reflections on Metaphysics I here

And Reflections on metaphysics II here


Today

I woke up earlier

To ponder 

On life and its wonders


How we hide 

under the pretence

Of religious credence

To perpetrate 

Monumental Decadence

veiled in the cloak

Of holiness

Behind pulpits and in temples


And 


we feed the crossroads

With offerings from 

Preaching prosperity 

never of salvation 

to get eternal life


But, 

Have we pondered

Why it’s the night that falls

Yet

it’s the day that breaks?


And so,


Last night,

I dozed off earlier

Into slumber

In order to conquer

The deities that loiter 

Over crossroads and altar


For,

human beings falter

Despite the creeds of water

Failing to prep for yonder.


Like a stammerer

You begin to wonder 

Why human beings stutter

Like a day old toddler

With hope of living forever


And so I remember,


That, 


Last night,

I dozed off earlier

Deep Into slumber

So l could conquer

The jinns that wander

Over crossroads and altar


‘Lanre Bucknor writes from Lagos and wonders everyday why we as humans forget our exact purpose in this life. As much as ‘Lanre believes there are men who are close to the Almighty, he also know for certain that, the Almighty is close to every one of us too depending on how well we know HIM. But then, we need to get closer to our holy book and I for this piece draws inspiration from Q24:44.

‘Lanre can be further engaged on twitter and Instagram via @lordrooz

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Three scores down. [Birthday Rhymes for Momma] By ‘Lanre Bucknor

๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ

Sixty is a huge milestone

Mama scent of heavenly cologne

We will visit world’s best Coldstone

For a treat of cream in mighty cones

๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿง๐Ÿซ

Momma deserves more than these alone

We should get pearls and precious stones

For staying with us when we all alone 

And preventing us from every harmful drones

๐Ÿผ๐Ÿšผ๐Ÿšธ

Momma will feed us beef while she’d eat the bones

With all our troubles, she fails to bone

Gratitude is due to her every hormones

For not choking us with sawa fish bones 

๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿน

We will get momma an ultra super throne

That which is made of Golden stones

For she deserves more than just any tone

We will play ASA’s as our phone ringtone

๐Ÿ“ฒ๐Ÿ’ณ๐Ÿ’ธ๐ŸŽต


‘Lanre Bucknor writes from Lagos and wrote this for Momma A.k.a ‘Iya Bucknor’ on behalf of my Siblings,  ‘Preshar’, ‘babie’, ‘Deaconess’, ‘Donlesky’ and ‘Gambo’.  And on behalf of my sister in law, ‘Didibuck’ Bucknor.  And of course,  My beautiful nieces, Yelena, Sophia and Maya. 

Happy 59th Mom. Three scores down,  one more to go.  And yeah,  you can handle one more ‘cos you do not look like you’ve done three already.  ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜€

โ€‹The washing and setting of The ‘Lanre Bucknor by Owoyele ‘Lagos Charisma’ [Storified]

20th of December every year, I acknowledge the date as the day I was born. I usually do something significant no matter how insignificant and I try to appreciate wishes from folks, friends and even foes, no matter how insignificant.

 I had a turbulent 2016 just like everyone claimed but Alhamdulillah, I got better for it, for I got closer to my Rabb. But on this day, 20th December, 2016, a brother went on Mark zuckerberg’s flagship social media app and did a thorough image laundry of me. I am very sure I am not that awesome, I was in awe and I lost all vocal and pen prowess. 

And so today, January 4th, 2016, his lovely wife who doubles as my troublesome friend put to bed and I wanted to put pen to paper for the little man but I couldn’t, so I came up with this.

This isn’t for me guys, this isn’t me, rather, this is who Owoyele Charisma himself is. His royal awesomeness!

He started with this line:

  • There are talkers and there are walkers, there are those who want the spotlight. Lanre Bucknor walks the talk.


  • There were those who left the team for marriage, some left on transfer, some left for injury, but Lanre Bucknor is the last man standing.


  • Home and Away, Lanre Bucknor does epic. Take it to the bank, I mean epic.


  • There is levels to everything, Lanre Bucknor is on another one.


  • I know goal getters, I know a lot of shooters. Whenever I need to get it done. Lanre Bucknor is the man.


  • The first day we met, I said to Lanre Bucknor: you’ve been through the rank and file of activism in Lagos, You are the kind of man we need in TEMY. With that experience you will deliver any time.


  • I know a lot of Lanre, Lanre Bablo Bakare, Lanre Akinade,‘lanre Ajao, Olanrewaju Marcus, Lanre Bucknor and I can keep counting. Everyone is a special breed.


  • I stopped wishing people I love happy birthday cos I don’t want to remember that someday I will lose them. But you’re an icon, I will eulogize you. 


  • Lanre Bucknor,  God bless the day you were born.
  • I stopped writing when I left lasu, then lost my articulate tendencies, I met Lanre Bucknor , we exchanged a few articles on protรฉgรฉs, a year later, my blog came back to life. Now I am poet too, I can say this day, I excel Labid in poetry.


  • I have a few of guys, who can say to me: everything is alright and I will go to bed, believing it. Lanre Bucknor is one.


  • And when it’s our turn to lead Lagos… I may not live till then, tho I wish to see that day but remember, Lanre Bucknor have my support and blessings for the governor of Lagos State. 


  • Lanre Bucknor rooted for PMB, I rooted for GEJ doggedly. People catch feelings when we debate APC/PDP on Congress of TheEstate MuslimYouth, We hangout later same day and eat from same plate. The lagos blood is thicker. ๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†Long Live The Brotherhood.

Then with this final line, He [Charisma] posted the link to my birthday prose with this caption: “And if you’re ink, Lanre Bucknor will write you till dry.”



This isn’t about me still, this is about Owoyele ‘Lagos Charisma’ and his new born, little Muhammad Oladimeji Owoyele, the latest Soldier in Allah’s Army.

Lil Moh’Charisma, soldier of Allah.

For AbdulWasii Owoyele Charisma, Bilqees Owoyele, Maryam Owoyele and for lil Moh’ Charisma!

 God bless the Charisma Empire!