Ayodele Allen's Blog

Hello,

My names are Ayodele Kofoworola Otujinrin and my birthday was yesterday!

I am from a small but closely knit family. I am a gifted writer who fortunately is smart enough to be making a living from my God-given gift. You see, I develop engaging contents for our Clients that keep their online conversations exciting, stimulating and pulsing. However, I didn’t start writing officially till 2009 after I had tried my hands at Above-The-Line advertising.  Writing is my passion. With my pen, I can escape the realities of life and create a pseudo one where everything is perfect. I can express myself without restraint and relieve myself of the unavoidable stresses of life. I share my emotions and feelings with others through my pen/PC and converse with them through my blog:  http://www.ayallen.com/ Its a world of me and my writings where my pen/PC serve as the voice of my emotions and nothing else exists. Along with writing I also have a flair for event management which I practiced for a few years.

I like to believe that am the perfect definition of beauty and brains. I love everything fuschia Pink and it is evident in all I own. The most memorable day of my life was when I completely gave my heart to my best friend and words are not enough to describe the feelings.

I am a simple but fabulous individual and a great fan of R&B. I do not compromise on integrity and I absolutely abhor dishonesty in any form.

I do not know what links I may have with the Italians but pasta may be one of them. I loooove my spaghetti and of course, with plenty dodo! I am dedicated to work, a fast learner and I love to celebrate accomplishments, no matter how small. Hm! Something I definitely need to work on is Procrastination, my only identifiable weakness for now.

All my loveys: Life – I believe it’s a privilege to be alive and well; God – Ever grateful to Him for my existence; DraftFCB Interactive – Can’t thank you enough for the opportunity to put my skills to good use and learn about the latest trend in digital advertising working as part of a team of highly intellectually stimulating individuals.

They say women are promiscus. Hmmmm!

Why cant i believe that? These same folks say ‘it takes two to tangle’.  Talking with a friend today, he took me on a journey of his life escapades. He confided in me saying “he can never marry his girlfriend because he was already bored with her”.

He want a virgin as a wife and yet he has a record of several girls he dis-virgined, permit my use of that word.

How does that add up? I believe it is largely unfair. It reminds me of a novel i read in School “Scarlet Letter” the crux of the novel was that an English Society judged and condemned a lady for a sexual intercourse she had with a prince and the prince was exempted from the whole trial and shame.

When we think or act in such matter, it displays our untruthfulness even to ourselves. The man that sleeps with prostitute is as much a prostitute as the woman that flags by the roadside. That girl by the roadside is someone’s sister,aunty, daughter, niece or friend.

That man that left his pretty wife at home searching the highway for a whore should be blamed, the woman that allows for such disconnect in her home such that her husband patronises brothel is as well at fault, the society that allows prostitute on the highway and the policeman that pick prostitute with the guises of arresting them but instead satisfies his libido is as well at fault.

What is the way out  for this society?

Winter storms have come

So has my challenges

No words, no Songs

My Fire, vanished

Caressed by worldly desires

Who on earth can I turn to?

My breath has lost its crux

Defeat is calling

Please let tomorrow be significant

Feels like hope has gone on a never ending journey!!!

I will carry my cross

Am saying I will carry my hurts

Right on my hind

Though the weight may kill

I will carry my cross still

I will take it to the table

Of the one that can make me stable

To the mighty Judge

The one I call Friend

I will carry it all to him to end

The Odor of this age

The stench of degradation

Smells and covers our right thinking

We curse and complain

Throwing tantrums and peevishness

All remains the same

Today we condemn the thief

Tomorrow we befriend the thief

We celebrate and party

We burst out in laughter and smiles

Yet the smile is not from within

And with time it rust and decays

Here is an opportunity, we race to it

Tables turn and we race back to zero

A confused army

Without a leader

Without rules

Without laws

This abyss

They come with wide grins and empty promises

They give us hope only to snatch it again

And the pain is rekindled

It’s the Nigerian Factor

Its you and its me.

Writing is my favorite extra-curricular activity. Writing to me is an escape from the challenges of life. It gives me the opportunity to express myself without restraint. This activity helps me unleash every ounces of stress after an eventful day. It converts my emotions and feelings into text such that it becomes a source of information for other through my blogs and more.

Every Word is an apt description of my emotion and as such I find relief. The experience is more like telling a close confidant your problem even though you know the solution might not necessary come from that individual.

However, there is a consolation in the knowledge that someone knows what you are going through. When I write, I forget the world, I forget people, I forget work, I forget hurts and unfaithfulness.

It’s a world of me and my pen, where my pen serve as the voice of my emotions and nothing else exist. After a first draft of these emotions, i edit appropriately to ensure that I build a concise and readable version of the write-up be it poetry or general article. Poetry is my favorite because I believe it gives the writer the opportunity to hide behind the letters, I believe it gives one’s imagination full expression.

After work, I go home to relish in the arms of my computer or paper as the case maybe. I share all my troubles, aspirations, experiences and all other probing thoughts. The only problem I have faced with writing is that it can never keep a secret.

Writing is my favorite extra-curricular activity. Writing to me is an escape from the challenges of life. It gives me the opportunity to express myself without restraint. This activity helps me unleash every ounces of stress after an eventful day. It converts my emotions and feelings into text such that it becomes a source of information for other through my blogs and more.

Every Word is an apt description of my emotion and as such I find relief. The experience is more like telling a close confidant your problem even though you know the solution might not necessary come from that individual.

However, there is a consolation in the knowledge that someone knows what you are going through. When I write, I forget the world, I forget people, I forget work, I forget hurts and unfaithfulness. It’s a world of me and my pen, where my pen serve as the voice of my emotions and nothing else exist.

After a first draft of these emotions, i edit appropriately to ensure that I build a concise and readable version of the write-up be it poetry or general article. Poetry is my favorite because I believe it gives the writer the opportunity to hide behind the letters, I believe it gives one’s imagination full expression.

After work, I go home to relish in the arms of my computer or paper as the case maybe. I share all my troubles, aspirations, experiences and all other probing thoughts. The only problem I have faced with writing is that it can never keep a secret. this are the pages of my heart today, i cant say for tomorrow.

Sad to say

Sadder to Feel

Saddest to Know

A painful meal

Forced down my belly

Before I had a choice to say no

The savor

May I never again swallow

Father, Daddy, Dad,

I call you but hear the wind speed

I try to reach for you but grab emptiness

This experience was too short-lived

My off springs you never got to see

They never got to call you granny

Only to be told stories by their nannies

I refuse to accept that you are departed

Certainly another day with you is a fantasy

Surely I can’t hope for an embrace or hug

Should I take solace?

Should I be comforted?

Adeiu, is not enough to say

Farewell makes the reality harder

Goodbye makes me wail

Would we really see again?

Joy bursting in my heart, the future can only be brighter. Today, i worked hard and learnt new things.

The trouble with men is they never believe enough to receive. I will employ us all to wait for the manifestation of our faith,i  dont mean to sound like a preacher but the truth be said always.

Away with negativity as i embrace the armor of positivity, who dare challenges me the daughter of the most high.

These are the pages of my heart today, i cant say for tomorrow.

I start a new phase of my life today with a new name, a new ring and a new man;) Knowing i have made mistakes and blunders but encouraged all the same. I may not have been the best friend or sister or confidant but i promise to try better.

My life is not a bed of lilies neither is it a castle of gold but grateful i am still for the opportunity. I move on head ready to face all that comes my way isn’t that the only choice i have?

Am a writer,born to be, always have been and always will be. These are the pages of my heart today, i cant say for tomorrow!!!

Glassy eyes in tears

A dismay no one can ear

This trouble

I cannot bear

Living with a family

Not by blood

Happy and satisfied

Not at all

Resigned to faith

And desperate

Carrying along

Without hate

Come to my bed

I said no

I like your skin

I said oh!

Come please come

I said no

I will go to your mistress

I said go

Caught in the lobby

I shouted help

Stripped till naked

I shouted please

Pained and raped

In the morning

Bawd and whored

In the night