LEAD CITY VOICES

 Hear the story of Àkànbi the hunter;  the one that kádàrá was against  Throughout his journey into the Forest. He was so unfortunate not to even kill a mice;  someone said Ayànmọ́ was against him. His brother Àkànni the fisherman; That also chose the same fate as his brother  To only languish on the lake with his net. His net is no home for the fishes. Heard kádàrá made him unfortunate. But the same forest Àkànbi couldn’t kill from,  Ọdẹlaní the son of Balógun killed Àmọ̀tẹ́kùn. Àlàbí the son of olu-ode killed Ẹ́ tù and ìgalá; They said kádàrá was solidly behind them,  Ayànmọ́ didn’t forsake them. Even the kids that had no net caught fishes, Their stricken Àwọ̀n was beautiful to the fishes, Against the assorted hook of Àkànni, That has chosen the wrong kádàrá unknowingly, the one that became enemies with the river. We choose unknowingly, The path to follow to the place of fate, But howbeit if we choose wrongly? Who should we blame for our misfortune, ...

 My book My path The written creation of my imagination The cross of my anguish Place of crucifixion Where my sword bleeds on My light The testament of light The map to the treasure of life My companion on my every journey My book With chapters of knowledge Pages of wisdom A pictorial revelation  A Testament of the past View of the present Revelation of the future Good morning, readers ✨☕☕ © Consultant Aurâcle  Daniel Awodele Office and Information Management 300L

 The allure of forbidden love is captivating, captivating, and intoxicating, weaving its enchantment until complete immersion is inevitable. Such was the fate of Oyin as she stealthily ventured out of her home in the dead of night, her heart racing and her mind pounding. Oyin, whose full name was Oyinkansola, hailed from a lineage of Adeola, the esteemed village blacksmith, and Abike, a skilled basket weaver. Renowned for her captivating dance skills and striking beauty, she possessed a slender waist, shapely hips, and a captivating dark complexion. Her attire consisted of an Aso-Oke wrapped around her chest, another gracefully adorning her waist, cascading down to her knees. With an exposed flat stomach, her waist was embellished with vibrant strings of colourful beads. Simple braided hair elegantly framed her face, reaching the base of her neck, further accentuating her exquisite features. Her destination was the Osun River, the primary water source for the entire village. ...

 The love between the coffin and corpse,  the ocean and the ocean tide, Look at the affection  between darkness and light,  the night in the company of the moon  and stars. The love between death and life,  Everything that chose to live will taste death.  Imagine love like a melody, Just like the song you sing and get lost inside it, love like jokes,  love like a comedy, Imagine love like a drug,  Love like addition,  Something that kills,  maybe you think it's fiction,  the love you can't do without,  love like a weakness  Love that gives strength and tales weakness down Think about love that brings tears, Love that was not made to work out, Imagine loving and forgetting how it feels  to be broken, only to slip down  and get shattered The love that broke you,  fixed you, just to break you again Love like a movie with many characters, Some people are heroes,  and many are valiant,  That love t...