Then i knelt down to pray. but there were no words for I knew not what to say. I mean, I knew what to say, but I knew not how to say. “Lord! help me,you know.HELP ME!” “are you there?do you hear?” ‘I’m drowning.save me’ “lord ….you know”. please feel free to stop … Continue reading Hello hopeless
On her knees In feverish prayer Again like the night before and the night before that Desperate for God to resolve That which is seemingly dissolving Before her very eyes As if in quick sand in a barren desert with no reprieve in sight That desperate frail thing kicking up sand Putting up a fight … Continue reading Deaf Prayers
THE HUNGRY SOUL Deep in my heart There is a quest To follow you till my death Everlastingly resting in thy rest Lord sustain my spirit Let me not get dispirit Lord sustain my faith To walk in virtue without much wait Lord guard and guide your son Under the scorching and scratching sun Lord … Continue reading The Hungry Soul
Pray for your country! Leave Merlin and Harry potter and Vampire diaries. I’m watching the enemy wave imminent destruction in our faces and we ignore the threat like rookies. Pray for your country! Kim Kardashian doesn’t know you and probably never will. Whether or not you spend idle hours yakking about the flaws of others … Continue reading If My People Pray…
Electric lights took a run with the shadows before dawn, our praying voices travel aloud and the murky chirping night aroused with alarming gigantic speaking of known tongues of pastors far-visiting. They were heard farthest and nearest. The rickety generator just died off with the fluttering silhouette of a candlelight seen at the window slot … Continue reading For we were heard
(this is my view in a poetic form, hope you’ll enjoy it) World! If world was made by Dell Then www.dell.com/troubleshooting Will tell me what is wrong With the world And that is why I know not what to be done Whether to consult Ifa, the wise one Or to perform ablution and count tasbih … Continue reading Economic Condition Of My Country
It seems like a crime To be a lady Or female or feminine For exactly At the age of forty I’ll be loosing everything: My strenght, My youthfulness, My beauty, My cherished croniness My husband used to fall for So if menopause should come Let it come at the age of seventeen For it is … Continue reading It seems Like A Crime To Be A Lady
I‘d sing this anthem from my soul The title means, “God thinks on me” Though I may not ever know as I stroll Upon earth or ride the tide of the sea There are much of the unseen seen Benign or malignant each in its kind Yet, in every single passing scene He plans inexplicably … Continue reading Chinechere M – tʃi/nɛ/tʃɛ rɛ m/
His Sixty- three points didn’t win the game for him and his team mates .And the loss to Boston Celtics on that fateful day would have made all his efforts[dribbles,passes,rebounds,assists,lay ups,dunks,shots,fast breaks,smoke screen,screams and shots] worthless but that actually earned him a place in history as one of the greatest basket ball players that ever … Continue reading Taking Cues from Micheal Jordan’s 63 points
DJ Blaze must have been reading my mind, for all of a sudden, while we were all alingo-ing, etighi-ing and azonto-ing to P-Square’s Alingo, he suddenly switched the music. “Bobo no go die, unless to ba d’arugbo! Bobo, Bobo, Bobo, Bobo, Bobo no go die unless to ba d’arugbo!” Our reaction to King Wasiu Ayinde Marshall … Continue reading The Last Komole: Final Part
The Son of a mad man… They were running and they were cussing I saw them scattered and angry They were free without his presence And in his presence, a pretentious seriousness, But in all this, his child saw a loving father. On the road, he was alone, save one- his son, Nobody walked … Continue reading The Son of a Mad Man
A friend once shared an experience she had years back in Texas. She narrated how she attended a church, dominated by blacks, and I could bet by many Nigerians too, and the prayer point kept focusing on immigration issues. The pastor would call for prayer for those who needed their papers regularized, those who had … Continue reading Let Us Pray
Sunday service began at 10.15 am. The old building vibrated with energy. She was seated at her usual place on the stage shielded by the podium in the section reserved for the choir. She was doubly thankful for her seat today as wisps of biblical words shot like stars across her mind, pointing at her, … Continue reading Stained
Prostrate he lies Before the ancient shrine Muttering mystical mantras, Beseeching Amadioha, God of his fathers, For justice and vengeance over his enemies With bowed head She’s reciting her rosary Intoning the words With quiet fervency Asking for mercy And prayers From Mother Mary, Five times facing the East Humbly we kneel We Offer salah … Continue reading Prayer Time
Silent whispers for the Earth will rain from The clouds of love, from Heaven who loves you. It is the time of the Bars to break like stand-still Visuals from Mars. And the victims With sour silences dancing On moving screens, will Touch the break. The apocalypse, A whisper to God to Free. Break. Divide. … Continue reading The Prayer Apocalypse.