Bukola Olafenwa

Have we sublimely or deliberately undervalued youthfulness as an indication of sheer immaturity and incapability, bestowed this unfair opinion-cum-act fully with the power to undo the youth, mar their personal and collective, great leadership dreams, plans, chances in one way or the other? Are we guilty of observing, passing on the belief that they are too young to be steady to hurting, harmful degrees? Have we become loyal followers of the myth that they have to wait until a tomorrow comes before they can be considered worthy of leadership positions? These are questions we ought to ask ourselves. They deserve sincere answers. I hope we are innocent. Refuting responses should be supported by proofs. Besides, I dare say that today must provide crucial discovery, testing and training grounds for the development, advancement of the youth's leadership potentials, skills so that they would be fully equipped with the necessary experience to be resourceful, dependable, pr...

Happy New Year Dear Readers. Hope you are doing great. Let's start this new year on a wonderful note. I have a delicious, memorable experience to share with you. Words never fail to accomplish their common mission to describe the describable and the indescribable profitably. Of course, anything that places one within the confines of one's hope of it is said to be "easily describable". Besides the moment one beholds someone or something and catches a beautiful feeling that stretches beyond the boundary of one's anticipation, one is influenced to qualify the object of affection as simply "difficult to be described". Moreover, when the nature, magnitude of the worth of an object of attention beats one's preconceptions extremely like a heavy rain and leaves one drenched, shivering with a flood of astounding enthusiasm, it can be honestly described as "indescribable". "Indescribable" was the exact feeling I conceived on the sp...

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 no...