NEW BOOK (E-BOOK) HIGH SCHOOL APOCALYPSE – Romance • Drama • Magic • Now Available on Amazon

After much drama and the fact that she might not be able to attend her school again, her birthday was more like a relief and a time to just ease past her scandals and probably make new friends. Hmmn! She never knew that her birthday will be the beginning of a new story!!!


High School Apocalypse by Oshigbesan Adedeji

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By Adedeji Dejavu Oshigbesan

 (The Book of Revelation and the Stone of Acrimony)
Later that evening. Beth and Linda began to conclude on the preparations of the illegal Birthday party. Having contacted Elysian who had gone ahead, all was set. Pearl and Rebecca join in. Lyshan made sure she was not involved in any preparation.

Joan, Yudas, Delo, Muna, Melysian, Kales, Ethan, Trent, Diana, Trent, and Bianca driving through the Eastern short-cut-route, they reached Dove High within a couple of hours. Joan, Yudas, Delo the driver and Muna will have to return to BelzeDelve. 


“I cant believe you guys went to this extent and I am going with you!”. Lyshan murmured when they approached the Exit-Entrace, popularly called the ‘South Gate’ of Dove High together with four SUVs. She shook her head in disbelief.

Beth patted her back with excitement on her face. Lyshan  groaned and more louder when she sighted Elysian standing behind the South Gate, opening it. 

“I wonder what she had done with all the security  protocol guys?”

Beth answered with big smiles on her face, “Poor men!”

This South Gate wraps up the large fence that enclosed Dove High and her Nine by Eleven Forest. Its beyond the caution sign the school authority put at the rear end of the forest from within the school.

Beth’s heart began to pump, thinking that she will see the Shanty Town Community she had seen in her dream as soon as they drove in, but no. It was just all plain forest trees still standing in their organized manner. Although, not as beautiful as she had seen it from the other side. On a closer look, she noticed that this part of the forest was not innocent neither idle. Littered on the ground was broken bottles of alcohol drinks, cups, cigarette and other party junks, even a hand made swimming pool.

Her eyes bulged out in surprise and her frantic look at Lyshan proposed the obvious question…

“Did you know this existed in Dove High?”

Lyshan lied.

She continued, “It looks like a handful of parties had been held here on several occasions!”

Lyshan wanted to respond but her words failed her. Pearl and Rebecca helped out, “The Seniors use it often…” Pearl said…Rebecca continued, “The School authority still thinks its a rumor!” Both of them laughed.

It only made Beth more excited. 

The School administration refused to put security lights there in order to discourage students but since the students had held party there on several occasions, they decided to make use of modern open fire touch. 

The four Jeeps halted, Beth rushed out with her invited fans. 


An angry voice thundered from among the woods.

Beth and her friends were terrified. She swallowed her saliva slowly wandering if the school authorities had caught up with her again. While she froze, Lyshan, grabbed her from behind, covering her head with a black scarf, but Beth was too stiff for Lyshan to drag. Elysian began to laugh. Linda was furious.

“Is this some kind of a joke?” Linda demanded.

“No, it’s my nemesis, Melysian, she is here! Come out Sis, I can smell your rottenness already!”

To be continued.


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Dialogue Poetry Love Series Five (Featuring Tatiana Manaois Music)

Diana: (From her window, she sights Paul with Deborah, far into the central Sweden Park but her heart can only see Paul. Before her voice could even call his name, her heart shouted PAUL! PAUL!! PAUL!!!)

She whispered, “Whoever is the script writer, God or man, be warned, I’m tearing up this script and rewriting it my own way! (She exit her hotel)

Dialogue Poetry Love – Diana and Paul, the Poetry Love Drama continues…
Dialogue Poetry Love and Tatiana Manaois music are a perfect sync in my own opinion as her lyrics are also poetic.

Paul finds Deborah…”There she is! Deborah!!!

Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji - Series Five
Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji – Series Five

Paul: My Angel! My heart beat, reason for my living. I thank the Stars and the God of heaven for not erasing a day such as those from His calendar…

Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji - Series Five
Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji – Series Five

Deborah: (Singing “Then I saw You by Tatiana Manaois

“If love were to walk inside my room

I don’t think I would know it’s you

Cause there’s just been too many times

When I thought that I found the one

And I wouldn’t be so surprised

If love has already seen my eyes

Oh! How could I let, let myself be so blind

But then I saw you, you

I was so blind, but then I saw you

I saw you

And somehow you chose me

As if something told you

The same thing it told me

Cause I heard a voice sing your name

Then you told me you heard the same

I never that this day would come

The day that I fall in love

But then I saw you, you

I was so blind, but then I saw you

I saw you.”

Why do thous make such thanksgiving. Your doubts has overshadowed you. What were you thinking. That I’ll leave you mid-way on your path to greatness without my love on its path?

Paul: My brain are closed for the day. Your voice with that song are one, perfect to my ear. I shall not reason they words. Thy words of greatness and the question of why now? Just let’s rush through this moment to the Altar and tie these soul knots before Karma awaken from her slumber!

Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji - Series Five
Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji – Series Five

Deborah: So you have not fired Karma? More so, your deodorant doesn’t smell like you’re innocent, tell me, who’s she?

Paul: The lady I met is a great lady. Her dwelling is in Great Britain…

Deborah: Shhhshh! I hear her footsteps right behind you. I see her soul searching for your soul. Tell me, is she fairer than me?

Paul: Say not so my love! Aha! My negligence had brought this upon me. But my ways shouldn’t be questioned Deborah, for my heart was alone without yours when we met.

Deborah: I know her. I have seen her star within the territory of my galaxy. She is my nemesis. She is my Karma. She is my Déjà vu! But what do you know?

Paul: I cannot tell the tale of your Oprah. I cannot understand your sentimental sentinism… Please my love, let your words be straight and forward. 

Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji - Series Five
Dialogue Poetry Love By Oshigbesan Adedeji – Series Five

Deborah: It’s all similar Paul but you do not see it. See, let me show you. Similar is similar to similar but my Oprah changes when my similar is not similar to similar. So similarly, similar cannot be similar to similar in this case.

Paul: Your Oprah and my similar are clearly not similar my dear love? 

Deborah: Tell the tale yourself my friend! Or what right do I have to institute a qualm in this scenario?

Diana: (From her window, she sights Paul with Deborah, far into the central Sweden Park but her heart can only see Paul. Before her voice could even call his name, her heart shouted PAUL! PAUL!! PAUL!!!)

She whispered, “Whoever is the script writer, God or man, be warned, I’m tearing up this script and rewriting it my own way! (She exit her hotel)

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Series Six (6) coming 🚓🚔🚓🚔🚓🚔

Dialogue Poetry (Series Three) Dedicated to Ebere Anyanwu (Madame River)

Paul, leaving Great Britain but his heart will not board the plane, yet, his spirit is in Sweden…Tossed between two worlds of dreams…

Dialogue Poetry Continued…

Paul, leaving Great Britain but his hreward?ill not board the plane, yet, his spirit is in Sweden…Tossed between two worlds of dreams…

(Also, this is dedicated to @3berepoetree Ebere Anyanwu’s upcoming new book titled, “A Branch of the Poets’s Tree a.k.a “Poetree”

Ebere Anyanwu Poetree
Ebere Anyanwu Poetree Author and Author of “How i Crossed the River”

Author of “How I Crossed the River” her first book.Release Date; Loading…

Library; @3berepoetree 

Graphics; CheedzArt Studio  @ Lagos, Nigeria

Ebere Anyanwu Poetree
Poetree “A Branch of the Poet’s Tree” PoeTree


Dialogue Poetry Love by Oshigbesan Adedeji
Dialogue Poetry Love by Oshigbesan Adedeji

Diana: Oh! No! Let it not be so my love, let your words run over me. Let me be pressed with every inch of it heights. I am well pleased for every minute you remain here. Great is my love for you, Great is Britain for us to be royalties. Let the Queen know this thus; our throne is established, the firmament of our love is high, the tales of our love is Shakespeare himself, the blood of poetry running through our veins! 

Dialogue Poetry Love Series Three by Oshigbesan Adedeji
Dialogue Poetry Love Series Three by Oshigbesan Adedeji

Ah! Of what need is my life to her Royal Majesty? Do not let my heart be troubled for I know not why you indulge the Queen. My heart is in Sweden. Let not my poetry be out of context. Yes! It beats for you, but I hear her call my name clearly. Let me go, let me go! Home is Sweden, my heart is in Britain the Great. If I do remain here, what about her. Her’s is a my long time desire. The impossible of all impossibilities beckons at my door step. Should I say she is special?
Diana: Paul! Paul!! 

Dialogue Poetry Love Series Three by Oshigbesan Adedeji
Dialogue Poetry Love Series Three by Oshigbesan Adedeji
Paul: (Monologue) What should be my gain if I  miss this opportunity to be with my one true love and deny my feelings for Diana. I think over stayed my welcome here in Britain, I hope this Pilot swerves through the air swiftly. But Diana, lovely, patient, like a dove, are words are pure and true. This lady in Sweden, Deborah, her words piercing my heart. She’d just realized how much my words meant to her five years ago and I can’t believe I believe her every words or even her tears…That er heart of stone had melted like a iceberg. But I’m worth her heart, the wait was worth her toils. I did everything then, and now is my reward

Dialogue Poetry Love Series Three by Oshigbesan Adedeji
Dialogue Poetry Love Series Three by Oshigbesan Adedeji

Diana: (Monologue) Is this Karma? Or Déjà vu? This only reminds me of Karius. He did everything to show me that he loved me, but my heart couldn’t just provide enough space for him to breathe on her. Year in year out, he called, texted, wrote, caught a grenade for me, jumped in front of the train for me, now he’s maimed, on wheelchair for love’s sakes. Right now, my even my tears betray me.

Dialogue Poetry Love Series Three by Oshigbesan Adedeji
Dialogue Poetry Love Series Three by Oshigbesan Adedeji

 But I will not let Paul go! Where is this plane going to? Sweden? Sewden, here I come!

Dialogue Poetry Love Series Three by Oshigbesan Adedeji
Dialogue Poetry Love Series Three by Oshigbesan Adedeji

Series four coming in like a rushing wind…be expectant!

And don’t forget (Madame River)

Poetree “A Branch of the Poet’s Tree” PoeTree


Hope for You (My Free E-Book) 

There is hope for no matter the situation you may find yourself in right now. Are you depressed, are you lost in life and nothing can satisfy you, read this book and find true hope!

Hope for you Finding Purpose
Hope For You

There is Hope For You 

If you want this Free E-Book of mine, send me a mail ( and I’ll send it right away…

Have a taste!

Dedicated to You, Yes YOU!

Because there is hope for you…
“For a tree there is always hope.

Chop it down and it still has a chance—

its roots can put out fresh sprouts.

Even if its roots are old and gnarled, its stump long dormant,

At the first whiff of water it comes to life, buds and grows like a sapling.”

The Hope You Secretly Crave For!

It is easy to drift through life than remain on a focused path. It becomes terrible when you do not even know where you are going. Yes! Purpose! When you do not know your purpose in life. Have you ever noticed why you find so many unsatisfying things you’ve done easy to do? Even those things that are not easy to do? Just know that you are like an expensive Yacht drifting through a dangerous tide and without course, probably edging to the end of the world all by yourself?


The younger you think you are, the older life beckons on your door step and every of your steps (decisions) are critically analyzed. Your purpose for living will come into question again! Never ending!

Suicide? Don’t be silly, we only throw away things we do not need into the trash bag. STOP feeling useless or feel like your purpose is difficult to find or that you do not even have one!

Have you ever tried searching for what reason on Earth your existence should remain?

Another version of the “Dedication” is written this way,

For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease. Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground; Yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant.

Job 14:7-9.

I want you to know this, no matter what you are going through, no matter how the situation of life has brought you down low, making you feel depressed and unhappy, your desires dashed and hope vanished;

NOTE; All you need is the scent of water and you will bounce back to life. What is this scent of water? Ride on!

Poetry is a Silent Prophecy-Narekele

Never assume a poet is joking with words, but note, they can be comedians

Saying it doesn’t mean anything until this happens!

What can be more silent than a piece of poetry without a picture?

What can be so unattached than a dark poetry?

What can be more misleading than a picture attached to a piece of poetry?

A Prophecy is not always information,

Neither can a poetry always be a prophecy,

The silence of the latent worded meaning is the beauty of Poetry herself.

Its “abagadara” (Magic)

Niether is it “Ra ba ba” (Praying in the Spirit)

And there is one language of poetry,

Its never an Earthly language,

But the heavens mumur it efficiently,



Nara eh,


Narekele mo,


Take my,


Thanksgiving while the storm persists,

Take it,

Thanksgiving when nothing is moving,

Take it,

Thanksgiving when I give up?

Take it,

That the series of confusion wrote a script for me,

Narekele Mo,

That the thorns of pain embrace my soul,

Narekele Mo,

That the endless siege holds firm,

Take my thanksgiving,

I still can write,

Narekele eh,

I’m surrounded by family,

Nara Nara eh


Narekele mo,

That she said ‘No’

Narekele Mo,

That I’m offended at her disapproval,

Narekele eh,

I tried to make them see the BIG PICTURE and they had a glimpse

And refused to yield


Isi ikendu eh

I don’t have be a prophet to know this will happen

Or that not knowing that poetry is a silent prophecy

Will be a mishap 

But for poets that know this code

My Status Quo and the Fish Seller

This is the diary of a young Lagos boy hustling and hated to be hit by love suddenly

My Status Quo and the Fish Seller At My House Junction.
Being jobless since after nysc and till date, I have done 15 different jobs but I claim I am jobless coz I am not doing what I dream of doing.
As usual, somebody promised me a job that will earn me 40 every week. I eagerly ran to the bath and printed my CV faster than the speed of light. 
Enroute to the bustop where this dude will collect my  CV, there she was at the junction of my house.  As usual, with her mother, selling fried and smoked fish which wasn’t my favourite, especially the smell of the smoked fish when it is been heated, gosh! It chokes me that I feel I’m gonna get an Asthma. 
Anyway, there she was with that friendly smile, right under the nose of her mother. My respectful Yoruba Boy mind, I greeted her mother and smiled at her, surely, she wasn’t expecting me to accord her the same respect I dished her mum. 
Back to that friendly smile. That was the second or third or fourth of its kind within a couple of weeks. Wait a minute! What’s happening here?
My brain was quick to respond when she reminded me of the very first time that friendly smile came up on her face.
After her jamb lesson, she was heading home with her friends when she saw me driving my Dads car. Honestly, she wasn’t dressed like the regular Fish seller’s daughter I had always seen, she was  dressed like a little confused teenage high school girl trying to impress her crush but, she really  digged it and I was stunned? Only a bit!
My brain was done with the reminder, I searched her eyes for any funny blink, but none. OK

… I passed by like nothing had happened within the space of 7 seconds or less.
Now this dude, I waited 2hours with a good excuse, he was stuck in the usual Lagos traffic, but eventually, I met him and submitted the CV.
Enroute home happy. I even hugged the Beggar I usually don’t give money because I believe he was lazy.
Passing by the junction, that aroma of smoked fish again hit me like a sand storm. I ran for cover, a bike man briskly missed me coz I ran toward the road for my cover.
Finally, I passed by the thick smoke, I looked at the office of the CEO of the smoke fish company, I mean her mother, she was there, covered in smoke fish with four customers, all women waiting to buy.
I sighed for relief when I didn’t see this Jambite because already, somebody reading this is already whispering, ‘ child abuse’…
Suddenly, the strong smell of a Fish Seller came upon me like a tornado and then poked me from behind. My brain was quick to access the situation, if not, I wanted to rant a well organized insult on the Fish Seller that poked me, I wanted to call the fellow without knowing who or cared, ‘Endangered specie’ but my brain rained on me the spirit of humility and said, “Look behind you and smile”.
Without second thoughts, I did, but I killed the smile with a big grin.

Ahaha! It was her! I’m like…WHAT THE …FISH?
She couldn’t stop smiling at my weary face of her surprise attack. Soon, she busted into laughter, very loud. I felt like I was in the midst of a group of Panda, often called, ‘An Embarrassment’. 
I looked at her from a distance, I immediately began to walk backwards, ten steps away from her. But her prolonged laughter propelled her feet to walk towards me without looking.
Alas! Her mother called for her. She used her hand to stop her mouth from laughing. I heard a baby crying from behind with some quick foot steps. It was my sister’s hairdresser leaving her shop and heading home. I greeted her and began to walk behind the baby being carried by her mother.
The Fish sellers mum called again, this time, she responded shabbily and began to cough. Strange cough I tell you! But I think the source of the cough is clear and in plain sight, the heated smoked fish-smoke cloud could be lungs usurping. 
I ” Hmmn!” Continuing gracefully behind the hairdresser who double checked her behind to see who was following her. She greeted me again, her  Yoruba greeting at this point was for security sakes as the night kept coming in elegantly. Lagos can be funny at such times.
The next turning to the right will be two blocks away to my house. Just then, PHCN did their thing, switched off the ‘light’. 

“Arrrgh…!” I  groaned coz that just earned me tons of phone calls from my mum. 
‘Home dark home!’ Thanks to PHCN, another poke from behind, the fish sellers odour smell had registered in my nostrils. This time, I didn’t turn around with a smile? No! 

I’m like, “What is it again young lady?”

Her face could spell it out that she was confused as to if she would smile or frown. 

I totally expected an apology. 

She said, “Hello brother” In that typical local Yoruba accent voice.

I was about to respond in my typical proud American-British-Man voice when my phone rang-twas mother…She panics at night when PHCN unlawfully seizes her legal right to energy. I’m her generator man and my attention was needed.

I dropped the call and she was quick to speak, “Is that grandma? Greet her for me ooo!” 

I sighed again, why does she and her mother call my mum, grandma? I like Yoruba culture and all but this respect of a thing was getting on my calm nerves.

Finally, I cut her with my ‘don’t delay me voice!’

I said, “Yes, you tapped me, why? Hope nothing?”

A fat Big smile filled her small face like a full Moon, and she didn’t stop smiling.

So I asked again, “Yes, you tapped me, why? Hope nothing?”

Then she said, “Why are you always frowning?” 

I’m like, speaking to myself, I said, ‘Is that why you tapped me?’. 

But I spoke openly to her and said, “Frown? No! I don’t frown, its just the way I look!”

She suddenly bursted into another series of loud laughs. 

Now she crossed the line, so I said, “Young lady, I have to leave, Dad ain’t around and mum needs her generator.” 

Then she stopped laughing and looked into my eyes as if to say, ‘Are you seeking for an excuse to walk out on me?’

Just then, PHCN released the energy again and the neighborhood was lighted up. She shouted, “Up NEPA!”

But I refused to insult her instantly coz I felt relieved that my mum ain’t gona bug me again about the generator.
She said, “Do you even know my name?” 

Sincerely, my mum and sisters had bought fish at her company a few times and 60% of which I drove them there, so, not to know her name was embarrassing. 

Then she asked the second time, this time, my ego was broken as she asked with my name within the phrase of her question, she said, “David, do you know my name?”
I stammered and said, “N…n…n…no! we…we…we’ve never been introduced to each other before…(suddenly I felt boldness in my bones as more excuses kept flowing down my brain) this is in fact the first time we are meeting.” I concluded on high notes.
She looked straight into my eyes, probably wanting to search my soul for the iota of sincerity I put into those words.

She said, ” But, I know you and your mum, dad and sisters?”

My eyes bulged out in awe of my embarrassment and replied her, “I’m sorry, what’s the name?” I asked.

She said, “Guess?”

Honestly, I whispered to myself and said, ‘Fish seller!’

But, no, I smiled and said, “I’m not good at guessing.”

She said, “You don’t even look it.” With a proper American English accent.

My jaw dropped when I heard that. 

She searched my eyes again, this time she bent to look up into my eyes and said, “What? Are you surprised I speak English?”

OMG! I lied, “No! I’m not?”

She laughed again, sarcastically and jumping in victory, ‘Over what?’ I murmured.
Her mother called her again, then she stopped laughing abruptly.

Like a superhero saving his girlfriend from an accident, she grabbed me by the arm and threw me against the wall. Bending her head towards me and said, “See, I need your help terribly. My friend from New York is having her birthday this weekend and I need you to be my boyfriend!”
Honestly, the odour of smoked fish oozing out from her body and mouth didn’t let my mind pick exactly what she said. She left me there and ran away like a little brat who is running away from a thief. 

I actually did feel like I just got robbed. As I reached the gate of my house, PHCN seized my legal rights to paid energy supply, just then, like a recorder in replay, I remembered what she had told me, her ridiculous request made me had water to the generator gas tank, well almost!!!!


Adedeji 2018.

Last Series: Moving Train

life is a moving train and yes, it ends only to begin in eternity…

Life is a Moving Train, so it never ends?

The last was reserved for you,

Now that we understand that life is a moving train,

We must learn to accept that it ends too,

Every Train has her terminal,

Her final destination are inevitable,

That moment comes when you say this is it,

When you are not afraid of death,

When you say to your family, friends and loved ones,

‘I am going on a journey far beyond the walls of this world’

So does life really end?

I say, ‘A part of life ends where the other part begins.’

A this part, life is no longer a moving train,

Life is a spirit and we must understand that even now,

We are spirits in flesh,

‘gods’ wrapped with blood and water and bones,

This other phase of life is real,

No terminal,

No bus stations,

No suicidal freak outs,

No angels on guard,

No laws of human theory,

No ethisim of Mitch – theory of nothing – (new word formed)

No, no nothing as in relations to this world but not not if we never died…

Life will move like a train to her final destination

And there will begin another


Christ Jesus said this… A after life

I have moved while in flesh to a glorious place,

Where are you?

Follow me as I follow Christ Jesus…

Also, watch out for my serial story starting soon