BE CAREFUL WHEN DOORS OPEN.

Be careful when doors swing wide and free
Not all that beckons is meant to be
The golden glow may hide a snare
A prison’s doors too gleam with care
Freedom and chains both wait to decree.

The world’s allure can tempt the soul
With promises bright but not the whole
A prison can smile its doors ajar
Masking its truth from near to far
A mirage of dreams with a hidden toll.

Opportunity knocks with a subtle grace
But wisdom must guide our hurried pace
What lies beyond a treasure or trap
A question that whispers in each clap
Discernment's torch must light the space.

Not all that glitters is a golden gate
Some paths conceal a darker fate
Even a cage can seem a haven bright
If wrapped in shadows disguised as light
So tread with care and contemplate.

Be careful when doors swing open wide
Let wisdom and courage walk by your side
Prisons too have doors remember this well
Their promise can weave a deceitful spell
Choose only those that lead to pride.

A CONTENT CREATOR WITHOUT THE INFLUENCED.

A canvas filled with fleeting hues
Where words and images aim to amuse
Yet without the souls to feel their weight
The spark fades fast the meaning late
An empty echo with nothing to choose.

 
Creation flows in endless streams
But what's its worth without shared dreams
If hearts remain untouched unknown
The craft exists for self alone
A hollow shell of fragile schemes.

The power lies not in the show
But in the seeds the message sows
To move to guide to light the way
For lives to shift for minds to sway
This is the truth all voices owe.

Without the influenced what's the gain
No footprints left no lasting chain
For art without a purpose clear
Will fade and fall and disappear
A fleeting note in empty rain.

So let the craft find roots that grow
In fertile hearts where meaning flows
For impact is the truest goal
To fill the void, to make souls whole
A creator’s purpose to truly show.

WHAT’S AN INFLUENCER WITHOUT THE INFLUENCED?

A voice that echoes through the air
But who will listen, who will care
Without the crowd to take the call
The rise is empty, the power small
A throne with none to gather there.

The words may shine, the posts may gleam
But what is vision without a dream
No hearts to touch, no minds to sway
No lives to shift along the way
An endless echo with no theme.

For influence blooms where trust is grown
In every life a seed is sown
Without the hearts to tend and feed
What is the worth of voice or creed
A hollow crown, a king unknown.

The world responds to acts that bind
A soul that lifts the human mind
An influencer finds worth in this
Not clicks or likes but shared abyss
A path to meaning intertwined.

So ask yourself in fleeting fame
Is it the glory or the flame
For without the influenced to inspire
Your reach is but a vain desire
A shadow chasing its own name.

FROM TINUBU SQUARE TO FREEDOM PATH.

From Tinubu Square the journey starts
Through Lagos streets with beating hearts
The pulse of life in every lane
Where dreams and struggles intertwine and reign
In every step the city's art.

The sounds of vendors fill the air
While stories echo everywhere
From bustling markets to silent nights
Each corner holds both wrongs and rights
A city learning how to care.

Through Idumota's crowded space
Past Freedom Park with its tranquil grace
Where history whispers in the breeze
And echoes of old freedoms tease
A path of change we now embrace.

From Tinubu Square the road expands
With hope alive in eager hands
The traffic hums with stories bold
As futures forge from tales of old
In Lagos hearts begin to stand.

At Freedom Path the end is near
Yet still the future draws us here
Where liberty and strength collide
In Lagos’s soul we all reside
Together we rise without fear.

THE ISLAND’S GOLDEN HOUR.

The sun dips low beyond the sea
Its glow dances on the waves set free
The horizon paints a fiery hue
As day and night in silence coo
In golden light the world we see.

A soft breeze whispers through the trees
Caressing the island with gentle ease
The air thick with the scent of salt
As shadows stretch without a halt
The moment feels like ancient pleas.

The waters shimmer with each glance
A tranquil spell in every chance
The sky is wrapped in amber bands
As beauty spreads across the lands
The island breathes in sweet romance.

The golden hour takes its place
In timeless calm and quiet grace
As nature sighs and birds take flight
Leaving behind the fading light
A perfect end to endless space.
In this stillness hearts are bound
Where peace and joy are softly found
The island hums a lullaby
As stars prepare to fill the sky
And all is still without a sound.