In a moment of lowliness, the sky is so far away. The stars ran distance in array; the moon so silent,as dusk fill the air. At a point of loneliness, I grasp my comfort, there is a small still voice. Very silent as the night with warmth of kindness over my soul. My Maker, gazing … Continue reading A Soul Glimpse
We have come home back from oyibo man’s land far from fair, caucasians and blondes. from wheats ,oats and barleys. To embrace our coastalines of moonlight heritage and dance. Great cheers awaits us! Mothers earthen pot excites our bellies. The love of ryhmes and soul fused together. Naked children clapping leaves excited and flapping. We … Continue reading We Have Come Home
One by one They left their brick houses. For the task to be done, they needed to leave in largees. They shoulded bags of prayers, filled with grace. cos some were bothered they’ll finally end their race. Hugs of comfort, none could shed a tear. In faith they brought forth, what never brought fear. As … Continue reading Unbroken
I’m not here to entertain. But to quench your pain, Through the power I’ve gained, not from the blood of Cain or that of Abel that was slain. But,on Him who bore my pain that I maybe born again. That’s why it’s a shame, If we take His prize as a game, when we … Continue reading Redeeming Blues
when my life is far spent, and my days numbered to the earth. I’ll behold the ultimate tide. asleep in the belly of the clay. yet still, I am awake today and set before me is my glorious ride. Up, will be the cheering crowd. Down below- wailing and yelling that I can hear them … Continue reading I wont die small
It was the early morning wind singing through my window this morning and I can hardly tell what the time was until I looked at my watch to see I was behind schedule. It was my first day at work and I hurriedly took a bath, my cloths on and forgot about breakfast. I took … Continue reading The Eye Of A Passerbye
Please, join spread the news. My lines may be so few, but, many will go anytime due. Think about the cue; Brothers,sisters,mothers,fathers in a crew. And many more friends we never knew, In a lake that swallows more than a few, As they miss Heavens dew. This message to your ears is never new. T … Continue reading The Great Commission
I remember the days of old When I was young and not bold Where destiny was a mans choice. I never heard my fathers’ voice Calling my name in his chants Of celestial-worship and dance. I was young and not bold To know that you may be old And not know I should have Called … Continue reading Your Fathers Voice
We came from our mothers’ womb that gave us comfort & joy. Suddenly! We are force to bear a name . b*st*rd a name! Given to us by a blonde; strange brothers, strange sisters around – the corner of our pot of soup. Even when we cared to share , we had so much pains … Continue reading The Name That We Bear
You crossed my mind it’s been- Eleven years, Eleven months and Eleven days. That I saw those sets of teeth. That flashes like a pan of steel. Right there, with a radiant face. The glance of an amazon I could recall in a hurry. You crossed my mind I recall- Eleven years,Eleven months and … Continue reading You Crossed My Mind
My heart lay afar the sea shore. When there is no knock on my door A lost impulse along the sea line that love had made me blind. I rest on the breast of the sea shore- stretched arms; and ‘am not sure If I’ll be welcomed like the prodigal son waiting for the light of the … Continue reading Waiting For The Light
In the black-out match box, Its’ light became inspiring. Through the iron-bond peep-holes, it peruses to give our soul a home. ‘What’ll be of the folk- tales at home?’ The dance- drills,all night the drums beat. ‘Was the light becoming en-spirit?’ Through the festivity of the night It gives a soul a home. Through the … Continue reading Moonlight
When we gather to hear their stereo-type joke, cheap talk of political drama and exhobitant display of charismatic influence. They were stereo-type jokes that every folk agreed because we’ll drank a spell that nothing could come out well. So, in line we headed to press our identity in an electronic box. And submitted our future … Continue reading Our Stereo-type Joke
Though I look at the clouds above The earth becomes a source to me On a place of rest, I mourn. And a game of test, I groan.
The church bells rang like the voilin of heavenly angels. The uproot of my heart shrinks as it draws my call. Then, I exhaled in grief the limitations of my weakness, The church sang like voices of the heavenly host.