Definition of Limitation: World of Rules and Protocol.

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As much as I love orderliness is as much as I dislike limitation.

It is good to create rules and protocols but wherein is the issue of emergencies, which is often the best excuse to break all form of rules and regulations.

Limitations is caused by all sorts of Laws and in some heartaching cases to a fault. A six months old baby cannot run on his feet because his legs are yet feeble and under going a longterm process, what if we decide to break the rules of this process.

Surely, there may likely be a catastrophic side effects on that baby. Offcourse, to this extent, rules and processes as such as this and at this level must be respected.

No wonder most scientists do not believe in Miracles!!!

But Miracles are events that happen out of laws being broken or superseded. Miracles are breakthroughs, Laws are Limitations, and these two work hand in hand. Therefore in this work of Miracles lies freedom.

The Mystery behind Freedom is that freedom is bounded by certain laws. Therefore, if freedom is bounded by certain laws, is freedom actually free?

Any one on Earth that so desires any form of breakthrough must break certain laws in any hemisphere of life.

For an Aeroplane to fly, it sure breaks the Law of Gravity even if can only do that for some seconds or minutes or hours, yet, assuredly, it breaks the Law of Gravity. And we thank God for the Birds!!!

But will a Fish break the Law of of it habitation? Sure, if she does, death awaits her.

Therefore can we say that the fish only finds freedom to live inside the water. Why? Becasue she is following the law of freedom which is bounded by her nature to live and dwell inside the water.

What Is the Law of Freedom?

“That for everything to consist and live and move, it must abide by the rules of nature wherein there is liberty to work”. Adedeji.

On this Note: we can understand what breakthrough is:

Breakthrough requires first, a deliberate and purposeful Evolution from the norm.

That is…

You must exercise a change within and without of your nature that no longer can be accepted by your comfort zone.

Example: If a Fish should decide to live outside her habitat, then she must have Evolved within and without before she can lunch out of the water and change her location to begin to dwell among the Lions or best say, Land Dwellers…

If we all lived to follow all laws and Protocol, surely, Miracles and Technology wouldn’t have attained this heights.

Some School of Thought belief that there tree levels of Laws (Protocols)…

They are : Primary Laws, Secondary Laws and Divine Laws.

In this note: Primary and Secondary Laws are the two kinds of Natural Laws which are subdivided into:

(Primary Laws) – Laws of Nature

(Secondary Laws) – Laws of Man

(Divine Laws) – Laws of Supreme Divinity {God-Jesus}

We’ll revisit these topics soon…


Author: Adedeji Oshigbesan



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If she is the picture of the future,

She sure looks like a Sleeping Beauty yet to awake from her eternal slumber…

If she is the picture of the future, then why is the Present ugly?

Why are there so many decisions to make with so very little time on the variability of seasons?
The picture of the modelling lady above is being used as a metaphor or figurative design of the picture of the future in this article.
The Present doesn’t seem like she is adding up to the future we always envision when we day dream. Any man not caught in this web of dreams is not living.
The Pressures in the Present are ironically the same pressures of the future but it is from a different angle, that’s why the future is always unpredictable.
No one can tell the exactness of the future because the present runs in a flux of mirage from the past, therefore, tell me, who can prophecy unto us if an earthquake will shake our faith in times to come?
There was an Hurricane in Texas, U.S.A and their scientists did well to predict many facts and even deaths but I realized that there was no bold record in specific details of the hurricane event before it happened.

If she is the picture of the future, then it is time to war!!!
Such an honor for the future to be unpredictable, such a misery for man to be ignorant of. That is why the problem of the future is her BEAUTY.
Any ugly future hasn’t passed through the process of pain and she is a baby: process of pain which brings about maturity, and maturity, which is the design of any beautiful future.
If she is the picture of the future, then we better be weary and let our heart faints at any sounding silver line in the sweetests of Prophecies. For who can tell if the Sun would rise without a prophecy, or is there any need?
Listen, if you always view the future to be this beautiful, then get prepared for the painful process, the hurtful crafting of the CRAFTSMAN, that hard hitting of the blacksmith,

Beauty may be vain but never cheap. A vain beauty lacks the process, its just as good as fake, but we know Google cannot find a virtuous woman of incomparable beauty!
These words paint a picture, but your perspective is what matters. 

Again I say, if the she is the picture of the future, then it is time to war!!!

Even if we attain this beautiful future, 


Like your beautiful wife or finance or girlfriend, seductions will come her way, and like I read in a Good Book, the Holy Bible,

She said, “Wisdom is a defence and money is a defence…”

She is one book that doesn’t condole laziness and idleness. 

If she is the picture of the future,

What wars lies ahead?

What wisdom is surely needed?

What money is there left to be spent?

If she is the beautiful picture of the future!!!
© Adedeji Writes.



Jesus loved Lazarus and his sisters, Martha and Mary but when Lazarus fell sick and hope began to exit the door of his health, they sent for Jesus to come in haste to heal his beloved friend. 

But Jesus didn’t attend to his sick friend until he died.

Listen friend, if you have not accepted Jesus despite these teachings and preaching, tomorrow is already too late, even the next few seconds. His return is imminent!

If Jesus did not attend to his sick friend when he needed it the most how much more you? You don’t have a relationship with him and you think the day you find yourself in trouble he will deliver you? 


He loves you and he worked that out on the cross, all you need to do is accept that gift of love, Salvation.

True, Lazarus died and Jesus rose him up on the forth day just because he loved him dearly.

It will be worse for you if you are unbeliever of the Gospel of JESUS CHRIST.

Receive this grace today and enter into eternal hope!


Long Awaited Poetry (My Third World, My Monologue)


(I saw the wife of the devil)


I had a dream I shouldn’t have had. I slept into a sleep I shouldn’t have reawakened from.

I opened a chapter that was reserved for night mares. I saw enigma in strict communion with mystery, while misery was their host.

While the day was hot, I focused on fantasies, while it was yet a cool evening, I should have repented from them, but they were better than my realities.

I tasted the fog. I released the frog of confusion into the night. Children would curse me if they awake from their sleep, for I have sent them into the captivity of their childhood dreams.

My mother is to blame.

My step-mother is a witch. My mother is the Mummy of witches.

So I kept a diary in vastness of my boredom to relinquish the happiness of fun. By gone are the days of wizards, by gone are the days magic, by gone are the day’s spells and portions.

Don’t judge me because I don’t have a name. Don’t look down on me because I said I will live in the valley forever.

If you search the Hills, there you will find me, If you search the West, you will find me to be the Queen of the Coast.

I have no relations with the East, but my son is from there. Don’t judge me.

My words are for the mighty, so if you are a weakling, toss me the coin of Ceaser the great. If indeed you are mighty, bring me his head a silver platter. I, if I curse the days of Lucifer, heaven shall be my foe.

To say I saw him, fall like lightning from heaven, you will need to forgive me. Curse is his wife and their children.

She came into my dream.

I saw her, yes, she saw me.

We spoke, she trembled, she voiced out her threats but I wasn’t moved. She mothers the bitches I know so I wish them grave prayers for their whoredom.

I am what you say I am, but I am not what you think I am. So chew on your thoughts, bite your fingers, for I have arrived!


My Diary should speak but her unfaithful words against the moment of my delivery relinquished my trust for her.

I should have had a wonderful day at the heart of the famous City of Tears but Nemesis caught up with me.

I was arrested to go to the Jail of Retribution. Then I found fault when I by passed the Court of Law of Retribution.

I laughed within me.

on my way to Jail, I scorned her that called herself Justice, for she is deceit.

After a decade in Jail, I came out a monster, yes, that monster you see in your dreams. I was jailed for a crime I didn’t commit.

What was my crime? That I cried in the City of Tears!

Life is a Crime if you do not commit a crime, don’t take my words for it because everyone is a potential criminal.

I am not your Mentor, don’t follow me.

Today is my Four hundred and Tenth birthday, should I curse the day I was born, should I curse that day again.

For today, I had seen the wife of the devil and my witch diary is not full, satisfaction is far from her.

The wife of the devil, she is beautiful, every man’s dream, the desire of every woman, in the soul of every child.

Those that kept the whip from their wards will eventually entertain her, the wife of the devil.

She creates the dresses that we wear but the devil wears Prada.

You will find her at the top of every mountain, at the gate of every city, at the tits of every harlot.

A good man once sent her to the Isles of her beast, the devil, but Wickedness released from the shackles but it will only last for a season.

Series One…

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The Beckoning of Life,

That silver age of fortune?

No! that silver age of work,

What work?

What value?

What currency?

What end?

What means?

The Beckoning of life…

The Beginning,


Her troubles,

Man born of woman,

Is born of few days,

And filled with many troubles,

This is only the beginning!

The Beckoning of Life,

Life is a race

At this pace

You better be brace

Tie your shoe lace

Straighten your face

Let laughter fade

For such is the face of grace

The beginning,

The Beckoning of Life,

The truth

The root

Be mute



Words are the years

Time is the mother of them all

The joy of many wise men

The Beckoning of Life

The Beginning…



BEFORE BED, Lines of Frustration (Poetry)

This is the picture of Frustration in the Fun most loveable way.

Been quite a long day for me and just when I thought it should end in the best possible way I had thought, just then, some mechanical faults from the Generator begins to unleash…In this part of the world, our Electrical Power Company have the tradition of ceasing electricity at will for one reason or the other, therefore, generator is always our best option…so you might not just know my pain when this power goes off for hours and even days…

I dare not complain when I have my blog to share it with in a poetical manner…

Before Bed,

Before Sunrise again,

The hours past,

They did pass,

Like into oblivion,

I dare not take a time travel,

To view what,

The Past,

The Present is filled up,

So also the Future,

Surely with hope,

But the Frustration mounts,

She mounts her hills,

She bruised my heel,

I returned to see,

On the sea,

The horses drown,

Frustrated to swim,

On the waves of the proud ocean,

This is my reflection before bed,

I am grateful,

And my complain is optimistic,

I can’t be frustrated,

But her lines falls,

Surely they fall,

Unlike her thoughts towards me,

They fall upon me in pleasant places,

Such that, all things work together for my good…




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Beth is always the most popular girl in any school she attends and over the past seven years of life, especially her Kindergarten years; she has attended three different schools because her father is a Business Man that often relocated due to his constant trading activities. Presently, Dove High School is her fourth, making it her second high school that she has changed. In all of these, she has so far accumulated so many friends and enemies.

The boys in Dove High School, her new school are exceptionally brilliant and cute. Almost irresistible for Beth, and the ladies, they are off the grid when it comes to beauty and dress sense, thanks to the new rule, no more school uniform but moderate outfits and it is only meant for the seniors. Beth feels like her new school is heaven because of the new rule for dressing. She wish Ben could change his mind and come join her, he is also a creative dresser…

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