Bukola Olafenwa

Recently, the ice was broken. I was confronted with a question, the biggest ever. It crossed my path absolutely out of the blue that my heart missed a beat the moment it darted into me. It was a challenge simple on the face but complex at heart; it grasped, nabbed, captured me firmly. It was an enquiry very thirsty for a rapid reliable response, so hungry to be fed, satisfied with a veritable, valid answer. It was so fragile, evoking, brainstorming, compelling and kindling that I broke out in a sweat at the very thought of how I would carry it in my mental faculty without letting it drop, shatter, and handle it appropriately. I had only one choice; I had just a few moments to search everywhere, everything inside of me, to find and provide an objective reaction. I started at the drop of a hat. I housebroke, ransacked my past, stole everything relevant it contained; enticed my present, gained and explored an access into its whole, and embezzled its germane composition;

Women! So, what about them? I am sure "we" have too much to say about them. Yes, we, the observers, writers of their sins. The list of crimes they commit is huge, revealing. It contains light and serious crimes capable of stunning sights, appalling auditory canals, blowing brains, hitting hearts, knocking mouths over with feather, petrifying and exorcising ignorance, stimulating athletic thoughts and engaging them in simultaneous or consecutive races to destinations where they are transformed into rigid views, opinions, beliefs about women; hence, a mere insinuation that there is one crime they commit sounds as an headline that may have something new under the sun to offer us. Download The Bukolapedia Android App and Instant Access to The Latest Posts  Bukola, it is disappointing that you have only made us smell the inviting aroma of what is baking in the oven that our minds can hardly imagine; you have abducted, hidden and abandoned us in wonderland, cause

I am in the mood. I find myself thinking about nothing else presently. I can't help myself. I am truly in love. I am deeply in love with...Hmmmn. Before I reveal the identity of my darling, I must say it is something full of significance, so endearing, that my heart, for the first time in my lifetime, beats exceedingly nicely for it, treasures it, as though I have never fallen in love with anything else in the entire world. I wish this very feeling I am having right now can last forever. Can it? Maybe sooner or later, something bigger that I will love the more can surface? I ought not to worry, anyway. It is needless, presently. What matters most, as I type, is the object of love. Will you follow suit, as I plunge myself into the pool of love and explore the greatest affection ever I have encountered in movies? I introduce to you, my sweetie, Queen of Katwe . Queen of Katwe is a film that wins my heart at first sight. Written by William Wheeler, directed by Mira Nair a

God is God. He is the same before the beginning of the universe, since the existence of the universe, now and forever. What can we do without God? The All-knowing is indispensable. The Supreme Being remains our primary need, through which all other known or unknown needs are met. The omnipresence and omnipotence of His Excellency guarantee us confidence and hope, as well as progress, joy and fulfillment in life. I have tried as much as possible to capture the nature of the thought(s) that pops up in the mind of one of the most renowned, metaphysical poets, George Herbert, which prompts him to write ' The Pulley ', a poem arranged in twenty lines, that presents an individual, well articulated thought on why divine creation is deliberately designed to let humans live lives blessed with worldly riches but devoid of rest. I have been able to draw hot conclusions from the poet's frank stand, as inspired by concrete, Bible stories, that the denial of rest is a perfect means t

Most humans are absorbers. However, the quality of our common, striking absorbent feature varies. While some own an inferior version, others exhibit the superior type. An inferior absorber has a small store for adaptation or adjustment to social dynamics. They try in vain to assimilate beyond the capacity of their mental tank. Consequently, they let the excess of whatever is to be contained run over in various forms and degrees of reactions. Trust a superior absorber. Superior absorbers are blessed. They have a common store as large as the cooking pot of a mother of fifteen children where everything absorbable can be kept. They are innately enduring. Only extremities pose problems to their able storage solution. They lack space for elephantine, drastic, acute adversities and end up reacting accordingly.       Having done a successful description of the two categories of absorbers that exist, it is absolutely necessary to acknowledge the existence of humans who are not and can neve

Smiles worthy of appreciable notice were posted on his lips at regular intervals as we talked about his personal and academic life, as well as his musical career. He shared with me generously. Read the handsome young man whose stage name rings a bell in the Department of English, Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-ife, Nigeria. He is TobianoAce. Everyone wants to know who TobianoAce is. I am Morakinyo OluwaTobiloba. TobianoAce is my stage name. My hometown is Oke Imesi in Ekiti state. I was born in Ibadan, Oyo State. I had my primary and secondary education at Shama Nursery and Primary School, and Baptist Grammar School Idi-Ishin, Ibadan. Presently, I am a Part Two student of the Department of English Language, Obafemi Awolowo University, where I am studying Literature-in-English. How did you feel when you realised that you had been granted admission to study Literature-In-English in Obafemi Awolowo University? Wow! I was very happy because it is not easy to gain admi

Women, just like their male counterparts, are not perfect but they are priceless. I am one of them. It is incontestable that we exist in distinct forms and heights, and possess variants of captivating features, ranging from our facial and bodily features, skin complexion, degree of beauty, density, colour and fashion of hair, frequency and mellifluence of voice, style of gait, dress sense, originality of character, volume of tenderness, mass of elegance, height of ingenuity, scholarly worth, prowess to the immensity of virtues that make the real women inherent in us. Only skilled men can describe us further than I have done.       Given the sweet portrayal of the female folk, the main thought on the mind of anyone will be how and why on earth a special breed like ours should be so offensive to hurt a fly rather than imagining much more, even to the extent of us committing a crime. So, the big deal is, which crime are we to discuss anyway?         There is a river in which only w

Here is a second journey through the heart of thoughts. That humans have good thoughts is normal. So, what is good about the word 'good' and the concept, 'Good Thoughts'? Get Instant access to the latest from Bukolapedia, install Bukolapedia for Android from  https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.specpal.bukolapedia2      'Good' is the most appropriate word that can be engaged for the skillful description of anything that match up to the definite, factual demands of nature. It explains either a concrete or an abstract phenomenon composed of mainly excellent advantages and choices, out of which everyone is at liberty to employ, to steer, boost and advance positivity and progression within its world. It describes everything within the scope of the knowledge of existence which works as a compelling influence for the purpose of the creation of relevance, significance and achievements. It has a first-rate quality of portraying honourable, valuab

       We are and can never be tired of thinking. It is an involuntary activity. But why do we need to think? We need to think because we have life running without season in our veins. We must think to be. It is what makes our consciousness and mentality. Our thoughts are guided by our mindsets as naturally inspired and influenced by external factors, mainly what we see and hear in our immediate and extended environments.        Our minds are worlds, set to be near or far apart from one another by variations in our scope of comprehension of life. They are fertile wombs with which we conceive all possibilities and impossibilities. They are homes that leave their doors ajar to all manners of influence to come in for consideration or rejection. Of course, they are set to be accessed by floods of ideas and host their metamorphosis into full fledged feelings, ruminations and conclusions to trigger actions.     Every thought is a driver. Relevant thoughts are assets. Irrelevant thinkin

  Talents are assets which can be taken for granted by ignorance, negligence or omission. By ignorance, I mean lack of awareness about the need to discover, develop and promote talents for the benefit of the gifted and humanity as a whole. While ignorance is a big problem, negligence is a bigger problem. Human negligence is a worse misfortune as many important things, including contributing immensely to the uncovering and the advancement of talents are left unattended to. Mortal omissions could be insignificant or fatal. Letting talents lie untapped or letting realised ones waste, especially due to needless handicapping deprivations are instances of fatal mortal omissions. They produce fatal consequences. Growing minds become helpless, hopeless and remain unprogressive. Affected youths who are being counted on as the future of the society will be rendered empty even with their endowment full to capacity staying unutilized and perishing. They will be rendered incapable of (M)aki

It was Friday morning, March 31, 2017. It clocked a bitter reality that bereavement visited five days earlier. The worst, permanently done was to be affirmed. Dawn was sober. Grief was written boldly on its tearful face, coupled with the obvious that whispers of the air suggested doom, which the sun saw and hid itself behind the clouds for as long as daybreak lasted as an exhibition of its sympathy and solidarity. The earth was moved to a devastating quake. It stared, frowned, obviously aggrieved by the call of the unquestionable, the unstoppable, to one of our very young, vibrant, gentle, lovely priceless jewels, Taiwo Oyejola, to embark on an inevitable eternal journey to the beyond meant for the aged only. It was grossly untimely and most unfortunate that she heeded the inescapable summon on March 27, 2017 after a brief illness. Ruin was so disrespectful of the girl’s living age such that it shortened her lifespan abruptly to the disappointment of one and all. The incident, the ob

Mozambique Hall was in one of its finest of mornings, fully awake, reasonably hustling and maximally bustling. It was rejoicing in the euphoria of the sweetness of dawn that crowned memories of the passing lecture free week, urging a more serious preparation for the forthcoming examinations and exhibiting hopes of general successful performance and results for the rain semester, girlishly, genially and gracefully, when, the heroes, the giants, the elephants, the lions and the kings of Awolowo Hall barged in like a storm with ‘glad tidings’ to the heroines, the giantesses, the lionesses and the queens. While an effective public address system announced their arrival, their mission was pronounced from room-to-room in a very embracing manner. It was Ewa Day. They needed ‘wife materials’ to help separate the chaff from large quantities of beans. They were armed with masculine gestures, so tender, so endearing, so urging, that short, tall, fat, slim, plump, fair or dark ski

 My opinion of music is high. What about you? I find time for great ones and they appeal to my whole body as though a series of love potions has been administered to me and they lure me easily into more fulfilling encounters without ceasing. The truth is, beautiful musical compositions consist of natural, innocent, guilty rhythms that touch the heart marvelously with melody and corrupt the soul so intensely with goodness. They are concrete abstractions one is made to make out of one's feelings, as if they were sweet dreams, to be constructed and delivered by endowed minds and voices in lines and rhymes and tempo with content based, exceedingly riveting, extraordinarily gripping, hugely relevant and largely appreciable words transmitted orally or written to humanity through generations to affect lives mainly positively.           Spell binding musical presentations are powerfully, profoundly and remarkably revealing.         The aesthetic value of life, as port