Just Do It

By Pius Akor

The book is a brain teaser and mind blowing when you come to term with it. It keeps you wondering and wants to ask, what sort of nonsense is this? But there is sense in every nonsense; just read it calmly and be inspired.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Mar 31, 2016
• ISBN: 9781514465936

Pius Akor

I was born on 21 December, 1987, at Kaduna, Nigeria. I became the president of young Catholic Students of Kaduna North Deanery from 2006 to 2011. I am currently running a programme (accounting) with the University of Lagos, Nigeria. I have worked as a media controller and website manager, 2007–2013, at St. Joseph’s Catholic Cathedral, Kaduna; as a computer operator at Bhoraj PLC from 2013 to 2013; and as a production supervisor at Big Treat PLC from 2013 to 2015. I am currently working as the production coordinator at Mama Cass Restaurants. I also do consulting jobs on bread and pastry production. I am building on a company with the name DSP Ventures. I have written several books yet to be published. I am gentle and humble and fun to be with. I like fighting for what is right and hate anything evil. I do what I set to do when it’s time without looking back.

Book preview

My Holy Mediator

Who is she?

Fair as the moon

Bright as the sun

Terrible as army in battle array

The agenda of God on the 8th day of creation

The Holy begotten daughter of Anne and Joachim

The one who sneeze and make the devil looking for blanket

The Holy one born without the sin of our four fathers

My Holy Mediator.

How do I descript Her?

The spirit of the Legion

Her profound humility

Her perfect obedience

Her Angelic sweetness

Her continual prayer

Her heroic patience

Her heavenly wisdom

Her self-sacrificing courageous love of God

And of all,

Her faith.

To my step siblings

You despise Her

When you cry

She call you to Her chest

You drink from Her milk

Yet, you despise Her

I am a stubborn child

She despise me not

Each time I beg the father through the mother,

He grant it

Not for my being

For Her humble plead for me

Who the King has honoured,

No servant should DESPISE,

My Holy Mediator.

F.G

A time I seat but to wonder

What kind of children are these?

I could still see how things were before my parents met

I still had imagination of the love garden

I still feel the way I was happy before God formed me

I came during the eighty’s and it look like a dream

I grew up in changes

But they change from bad to worst

What an irony?

For our fathers wives gave birth to three monsters.

F.G should be ashamed bearing F.G as they act like L.G

Killing potentialities because of oil

You belong by owning a block

Papers developing wings

Signing deals without considering their brothers

For our fathers regret having them as sons and daughters of the house

Formulating policies for selfish gain

Representing self and families for what belongs to all

Making noise as if talking to illiterate

What a lost to a family?

Our inheritants now owned by few

The first born we see as CORRUPTION

They call it COMPENSATION.

Our wealth is made for provision and protection

People die even in the hands of the protectors

In our house we sleep without dreaming

Our fathers planned heaven for us

The children are building hell

The second born with the power of protection has gone coward

We are refugees in our father’s house because…

SECURITY has turned SECRETARY.

F.G you have failed us

Maybe we should turn to L.G

Our institutions should turn business centers

Instead of learning without getting jobs

Wasted youths are everywhere because the children failed the steps of their fathers

Creative youths can’t access fund

Because first born is in charge.

The third born is a wanderer

Because first born failed to plan

That is abuse of labour

They go disturbing others

Fetching from other people’s tap

Even sending some to world beyond

Making job more difficult for second born

There are other children

Some are planning

Some are failing

Is only that the first three are MEN

If only our fathers had known

They would have ……….

God Bless Nigeria.

It’s Provocation

Rich dad would say

Be smart to succeed in business

Poor dad would say

Read hard to get good grade for good jobs

Which could be true?

School tradition never dies

All most go to school

Not all will finish

Parents joy is to see children do well

Parents begin doubting the future for children below average

Test to primary school

Entrance to secondary school

After jamming jamb

Or through windows

University here I come.

After 2,4,5,or 6 years

Thank God