Pinnacle African University Benin

Dig, Knowledge Is Always Hidden
Beneath the dirt, beneath the stone,
The darkest paths are walked alone.
The brightest gold is never found
Just resting softly on the ground.
​You must reach down, you must reach deep,
Past where the quiet shadows sleep.
For truth is not a fleeting spark
That lights your way within the dark.
​It waits inside the silent earth,
To test your strength, to prove your worth.
The surface holds a simple lie,
While wisdom looks beyond the eye.
​So take the spade and push ahead,
Uncover where the roots are fed.
For every mind that seeks to know
Must break the soil to let it grow.
​No gift is given, clear and free,
To those who do not care to see.
Lift up the dust, begin to strain—
For only those who dig will gain
@ AJIJOLA Isaac.

Nothing Good Comes So Easily
The highest peaks are wrapped in snow,
The deepest rivers slowly flow.
The brightest gold is in the earth,
And painful labor brings new birth.
​We wish for joy without the rain,
We look for peace without the pain.
But seeds must struggle through the soil
To reach the sun, through patient toil.
​No sturdy house is built in haste,
No precious wine is made to waste.
The things that last, the things that stay,
Are carved with time, day after day.
​So when the road is steep and long,
Remember why you must be strong.
The sweetest fruit is on the tree
Where nothing good comes easily.
AJIJOLA Isaac

The Wisdom In Silence
The noise of the world is a heavy rain,
It falls on the mind, it brings us pain.
We speak to be heard, we shout to be known,
But in the loud crowd, we feel alone.
​We rush to answer, we rush to fight,
To prove to the world that we are right.
But words can cut, and words can deceive,
Leaving a wound that is hard to relieve.
​But there is a place where the storm grows still,
The truth of the heart is easy to hear.
​In silence, we listen. We hear the wind blow.
​In silence, we learn. We let our souls grow.
​In silence, we feel. The pain of a friend,
​In silence, we heal. And broken things mend.
​It matters not your name or your land,
Silence is a language we all understand.
No grammar to learn, no accent to trace,
Just peace looking back from a quiet face.
​The deepest love, the sharpest grief,
Finds in the quiet a sweet relief.
For the grandest truth since the world began,
Is that silence holds the wisdom of man
AJIJOLA Isaac.

Failure Is A Pillar To Success
The path we walk is rarely straight,
It twists and turns through heavy rain.
We reach for dreams, but hit the ground,
And face the quiet, stinging pain.
​But look closely at the broken stone,
The shattered pieces on the floor.
They are not walls to lock us out,
They are the bricks to build the door.
​The Architecture of Growth
​Every stumble, every fall,
Is not the end of what we try.
It is the ground that holds us up,
The reason we can reach the sky.
​The Tears: They wash the dust away.
​The Scars: They show how hard we fight.
​The Dark: It teaches us to see,
And helps us recognize the light.
​No one stands without a fall,
No victory is born alone.
For failure is the pillar strong,
That holds the weight of success's throne.
​So do not fear the heavy crash,
Or think that you have lost the race.
Each setback is a hidden strength,
A step to your triumphant place.
AJIJOLA Isaac