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'Kayode Bisiriyu's Notes

I am not a writer but a thinker. #Randomnotes

High School Confession

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Oh yea!

I have always had a crush on Oloh’ Temi Unuigbe more like high school crush, and you know what they say about it, the feelings never die.

Hahaha… I was such a moron using my school mother’s name ( Ayoola Bukolami Fe) who was a friend to her sister just to get to her.

In 6years I can only remember talking to her twice ( uhm uhm… I wouldn’t even call it talking). The first, we had just resumed and I saw her in front of the business studies typing pool, I quickly jumped through my class window and walked up to her with my heart racing so fast, I bet Micheal Schumacher and Bolt would not dare compete. Anyway, I walked up to her and told her Bukola ( my school mother) told me to say Hi when we had a conversation over the phone during the holiday. cmon! who does that ( smh4me), I also gave her a picture which was supposed to mean something to her.

Kayyy!!! #mumumuch.

The second time was on the night of our Valedictory Service; 9th of June I think can’t really remember, we had just finished our VS party in the school hall, and I figured it was time to make the move I never made in 6years, in my hand was a box of gift which I had for her. Mehn! I am so good at policing… As she walked from the hall, it was all so dark but there was rays coming from a nearby classroom… I walked up to her forgetting all I had rehearsed… Shet! All I could say was “Bukola said I should give this to you”, she looked into my eyes and asked ” are you sure… I couldn’t answer , I just gulped. As I handed her the box, she took about a step forward to see if it was addressed to her using the rays coming from one of the classrooms… I ran… Like I ran… I could not stand her returning it or dropping it if she found out it was from me… You should have been there… It was hilarious…

And yea, I dropped notes in her locker and wrote her name on walls in the hostels using “crush code” jajajajajajajajajjajaja…

#highschoolmemories

Life and the Burning Cigarette

Life is like a burning cigarette. The major difference is nobody really warns that life fucks everyone.

Each stick is an opportunity to experience few moments of life beyond normal. The moment you are done with a stick you might get a chance for another if your lungs are not already calling for repairs.Image

In life you will get just a chance but not necessarily ONLY… Some have gotten the opportunity of more than one but who says you are going to get that lucky as well.

I am not going to tell you to live a good one, but you should know that the road to happiness is by mastery of craft and of impact…

Oh! You might have to do the linking between life and burning cigarette on your own.

#randomnotes

PS: no cigarette was burnt before/during/after writing.

Burnt Ideas

My thought as I tore the book of ideas was simple. Some ideas were just not meant to fly. It was that simple….foolish too.

Of course I have not forgotten my famous line of believing and never quitting when others say it can’t and won’t work. Even if it was said by mere looks and reactions.

Maybe I will tomorrow, definitely not today . *slams door*

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Image of hope in my heart

As I stare into the deep blue scary sky searching for answers which I hope brings sanity to the Imagethoughts of my bleeding heart but the look of its emptiness suggests no hope tonight come tomorrow. Another day of pain and worries going to sleep with nothing to keep my fast bleeding heart together.

Just as I was about laying my head, with the hope tomorrow will hold something far more greater than the nohope of today was a fire fly just above my eyes, it’s movement illuminates the sky at the same time giving my eyes a glow. I smiled and said to myself, hope has come just when I thought all hopes were lost. Once again I have found a reason to smile.

No matter how dark, scary and lonely it might get, look within your heart for that element of Light called hope

… And forever live you shall.

#randomnotes

Welcome ‘Kayode Bisiriyu ( Opening Night)

Finally, I have crossed starting a blog off my todo list. I can not really say I am excited about this because it is a todo past its deadline.ImageAnyway, it is a welcome development. This was not a decision out of passion for writing but that of need. If ‘Kayode Bisiriyu could start #Randomnotes, then anyone could because I do not see myself as a fan of things of this nature.

I hope a few or lots could be motivated or inspired to express themselves freely. What possible harm could this do.

#Randomnotes

This page was inspired by Deola Matemilola and Japhet Omojuwa. (more about this to come in future publications).

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