OSUNKOYA OLANIYI'S BLOG

Chelsea and England footballer Frank Lampard charts his life story from childhood to young West Ham apprentice to multi-millionaire world footballing celebrity and lynchpin of the national team. In his book, Lampard opens up on his early years, how he dealt with the fame and fortune that has come his way since becoming a key member of the England side, his frank opinions on former England boss Sven-Goran Eriksson and his manager at Chelsea Jose Mourinho, fascinating insights into Roman Abramovich and revealing tales on his current team-mates. He reveals both the privileges and the pressures of being one of the 'golden generation' of England players. He gives a fascinating inside account of World Cup 2006 in Germany, and describes the disappointment of not fulfilling the dream of bringing the biggest prize in football back to England.  Download by clicking on the link below Totaly Frank : The autobiography of Frank Lampard Tottaly Frank: The Autobiography of Frank Lam...

A decade on from its birth, emotional intelligence is attracting more attention than ever before. Why? Because of its proven connection to performance. Tomorrow's leaders will have to be facilitators who work collaboratively to help others develop their potential, and this will require emotionally intelligent skills and attitudes. Against this landscape, Applied EI provides the tools and advice needed to develop and manage a relationship with yourself and create positive relationships with others - the twin cornerstones of emotional intelligence. We're all capable of acting with emotional intelligence. Most of us don't, because internal interferences - misguided beliefs and attitudes learnt in childhood - get in the way. Countering this, Applied EI attaches unique importance to the role of attitudes in developing and applying emotional intelligence. Tim Sparrow and Amanda Knight stress that EI isn't a synonym for personality; it's about managing personality. Tha...

though pains lurk deep in my heart, it won't stop me from adoring you. though countless troubles twart me to and fro yet they won't be enough to take your praise from me. though I have so many unanswered requests yet you retain your sovereign power in my life. though all seems debilitated and dysfunctional still my lips won't cease from your worship. though my end seems nearer than i desired, seems dreams no longer come to pass and visions stayed as just imaginations yet my heart will rejoice in your salvation. Osunkoya Olaniyi A.

Today is my birthday. Today, I was born. Well, not literally today. What I mean is, today is my birthday; way back a while ago – many moons ago – I was born. As I write, my body is now finishing another year of life. Breathing, walking, beating, thinking, moving, eating, drinking, trusting, fearing, loving, parenting, laughing, singing, wondering, seeing, hearing, touching, talking life. My First Breath. I am reflecting on this same day, all those years ago, when I first took a breath of earth’s air. Air. What a strange concept. I lived in my mother’s womb for nine months, fed by an umbilical cord connecting me to her resources, and immersed in liquid. A fish with a straw. That’s what I was. Only the straw wasn’t in my mouth; it was in my belly. How crazy is that. A fish with a straw in its belly, connected to its mommy. What a strange idea. No, I was much more than a fish with a straw in its belly. I was Creation. Carbon plus hydrogen plus oxygen plus myriad other elements. But not ...

TO SEE THY FACE AGAIN I'll do anything to see thy face again For t'is lovely and joy to behold For it restored grace and beauty to my fading stance And a lightning struck across my wandering soul. I'll go far across the hills in sought of thy face Everest; I’ll climb with joy to behold its radiant beauty Hurdles will do nothing to my thirstiness for it And i'll faint not for the heights it requires. I'll cross Atlantic and ride past deep blue Pacific won't scare a bit for i seek thy face Pains; my want for you it helps seek height The worst is as the raising of Moses’ right arm. My heart melts to perceive your aura once more My flesh is rust from your prolonged absence Again, in want to feel alive and breathing And i'll do anything to see thy face again. 3:39, Aug. 03, 2016

The king on a cross His head is thronged with crown Neither of kingship nor of royalty But of thorns worn into him His mouth was made to taste wine Neither of merry nor of joyousity But wine mixed with myrrh Bitter to the mouth but just to mock him His side pierced with spear He meant no evil, but that they meant for him His blood gushed out... Blood, blood and water His hand holed with nails He's done no wrong but punished for doing right His feet with nails hanged on the tall wooden sculpture The king of glory in the cross The cross made by man Made for larcenists, made for the purloiners The crook, the reprobate, the bugler... The king of glory forsook his majesty Just to climb the forsaken cross To become a curse for the sake of his beloved The iniquity of many he had to cleanse The debt of all he alone should pay His robe was torn and casted amidst stark peasants He was mocked, humiliated and shamed, turned to public ignom...