Tell God We Are His Children, Too!

Tell God We Are His Children, Too!

We are created in God’s image, right?

Does that mean God too forgets things?

Like we forget birthdays and showing gratitude?

Did He forget that we, Africa’s people, are His children too?


Or maybe we are God’s bastard children,

Belials and Jabezs,

Formed in His moment of angst

Our soul made with mud and divine tears,

And the sorrow in those tears

Testifies against us, always:

But still,

We remind God that we are His children, too.


His son bore the world’s burden up on Calvary

For one day, before dying –

He took the stripes of his detractors with courage

Spit. Blood. Piercings.

His son, our brother- The Christ

But our sons have borne the burdens of this world for centuries

We have taken stripes from foes and brothers alike,

Shed blood, rend children from mothers’ breast,

Our heritages have been razed, our land raped, death reigns over us!

And if you listen intently at night to the wind,

Listen really hard,

You will hear it carry the gruesome cries for salvation

By nigger voices, of many generations –through millennia –


And God wept that night His Christ died,

He stormed through heaven with grief

He overturned graves, darkened day, rented space

Shook the universe –

God wept, for His son.

And are we not His children too?

Why then has He sat on His ice-throne, and watched coldly

As pain became a member of our tribes

And grief our intimate?

Remind God, stir His spirit, shout at Him:

We too are your children!

17 thoughts on “Tell God We Are His Children, Too!” by O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

  1. kay (@kaymillion)

    oooo oooo

    he has not forgotten and will never do that……maybe we forget

    1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      @kaymillion, maybe we do forget..maybe…thanks for your kind contribution.

  2. i believe he didn’t forget afterall there is time for everything

    1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      @sarah, yes, a time to weep, a time to laugh…tides turn. Thank you for reading and commenting…

  3. Chris Bamidele (@degreatest2)

    We are always his children but sometimes, we make choices that automatically turn us into prodigal sons and daughters. Reminds me of an old song we used to sing back in CAC then. “Oluwa Nbe bi i t’atijo, Awa la o sin Baba bi i t’atijo mo” meaning
    God is still God like in the days of old, But we are the ones no longer worshiping the Father like in the days of old.

    1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      @degreatest2, interesting! I know that song, spent the first few years of my life in that church. So should we go back to the way we worshipped God originally, through intermediaries like Ojukwu, Ogun, Sango etc.?

      Thank you for reading and the nostalgia-inducing comment.

      1. Chris Bamidele (@degreatest2)

        LOLZ! No na, we dont need those intermediaries anymore oh! but there was a time people worship God in spirit and in truth, unlike now that we only call on God to bless us with plenty money so that we can oppress our neighbours.

        1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

          Ha! @degreatest2, lmao, so we don’t need to go that far back to the “days of old.” but was our lot ever better under the people of the books (Christians & Muslims)? Did our land ever truely prosper when freed from colonial chains? Did we, here in Nigeria, even manage 5 years of independence before imploding with crises? Has our faith ever transcended “God bless me and my family o, heal us, enrich us, prosper us?” has it ever been a faith that positively transformed our lands in real, empirical terms? Just my simple opinion o. And yes, thank you for responding back.

  4. Deremi (@Jessy_deremi)

    @0-MONEY we cannot shout at God! we can only plead with Him to have mercy on us. Because he paid a huge price that no one would have paid. If He is angry at us, then we should ask for forgiveness.
    And of course He knows we are His children too, that is why He sent His only son to redeem the souls of His unborn children so that we can all be together…

    1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      @jessy-deremi, oh but we can shout at God:
      …an intransitive synonym of shout is “cry”
      …and the Bible (not sure about other religious texts) records many people crying to/at God. I used ‘shout’ because it sounds more immediate and active. Yes, I know of Jesus, our brother (Hebrews 2 calls him that); I just wish God will resurrect our dying lands and children too, as he did Jesus. I thank you for reading and your commenting

  5. He never forgot @Omoniyi-Adeshola.
    Had structured such a lengthy response before, it ended up being an entire poem. lol.
    I tagged you in it so if it’s published you’ll see it.
    Just remember, He never forgot…
    Good poem though. :)

    1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      Dearest @kwiksie, I am honored that my angst-filled spiel could elicit what I am sure will be a well-thought response from your beautiful mind. I will watchout for it. I too hope the Big Honcho upstairs has not forgotten, for all our sakes. Thank you, kindly.

  6. This is the time for this poem.
    I think you mouth the questions most people are thinking.
    Well done.

    1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      @olajumoke, one word for your comment: Brilliant! The pain and horror the black race has faced is unrivalled, mostly from the hands of strangers but also the wickedness we have performed on ourselves. We hold the lowest rungs in human development indices, wars have ravaged our lands, for our struggle to be free, we get hate, bankruptcy and hostile natural elements. Now, some hell-darned lunatics come with torn flags of religious extremism to breed untempered terror in our nations. I want us to catch a break, I want God to step in and proclaim: ‘ENOUGH!!’ That is not too much to ask, Is it?

      There is poem by Bernard Dadie called “I thank you God” that says this differently, you might like it:

      I thank you God for creating me black,
      For having made me
      the total of all sorrows,
      and set upon my head The World.
      I wear the lively of the Centaur
      And I carry the world since the first morning.
      White is a colour improvised for an occasion
      Black, the colour of all days
      And I have carried the World since the first evening.
      I am happy with the shape of my head
      fashioned to carry the World,
      satisfied With the shape of my nose,
      which should breathe all the air of the World, happy

  7. Although we can only plead but we can sometimes groan and moan… a nice poem here… you could spare some time to check out my poem at Thanks!

    1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      @innoalifa, thank you very much for reading, liking and commenting. I will go check your poem asap and give you a feedback. Thanks.

  8. @Omoniyi-Adeshola, try seeing things from GOD’S perspective, maybe that’ll help.

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