Tuesday, March 19, 2024

POLITICS GOES TO CHURCH.

Every church suffers from this
Even the deep church as its name imply
Drunk with the wine of tribalism
In appointing those who serve the table
As favoritism and Godfatherism.
 
Takes the center stage
From the shallow kind of church
To that deep kind of church
Politics has finally entered these so-called churches
The church is now run on the head's knowledge.
 
Of human administration
The one who got the big money bag donation
Is given the best attention by the pastor
And the local pastors who held
The parish and district church.
 
And you that don't have anything
It is relegated to the background
All because money is speaking here
The church has lost both the shallow ones
The most fortunate of this situation is the deeper ones.

Wednesday, March 6, 2024

MY SON…


What can I say of him
He is the greatest gift
Heaven has sent me
Not many son but this is so exceptional
Made after the image of his Maker.

So handsomely made
His beauties super cede it all
From infancy with giggling that follows
His infant sense to life makes it wonderful
My son…

The laughter of many
The joy of so many people
The happiness of everyone
The center of friends and family joy
My son…

He exhumes
The grace of God in him
So brave and strong
Stronger than the tiny doubt
My son…

The contender of faith
Standing strong each every hour
His presence chase evil afar from him
Un-intimidated being
My son…

From the moment of waking up
He is so lively and full of life
Always waking up with a smile and a shout
To announce to the whole house
That is a new day of smile and joy...my son.

Tuesday, February 20, 2024

YOU BOTH ARE MISSED!!


This is not the change we seek
This is never the renewed hope
Our hope is no longer renewed
But is been dashed to the ground
Shattered with heart rend in pieces.

You both are missed
Missed amidst the suffering
Of Nigerians the one who occupy that seat now
Is no longer at ease with the fellow country
Men and women who voted him in
And those who oppose to his victory.

Are in the same shit
As hunger and poverty
Has shot several bullet to the whole citizen
Of this great nation but wait is the country still great
Our Gross Domestic Product is fallen.

Just as Olympus is fallen
So likewise the whole of the federation of Nigeria
The country is a great country sure no doubt
That all other country benefits from her
People are not smiling fathers are crying.

A miga minimum wage
Cannot fend for the common man
With kids out there talk less of the single man
Out there is not easy everywhere is stiff and stick
Never through thick and thin anymore

You both where missed big time
Remember your government
In the good old days of when Nigeria
Is a country for all not for selected few
Nigeria is no longer a home for all.

You both where missed
Will as a people of this nation
We are no longer at home
Children are crying and dying of starvation
Evil has taken center stage of the whole nation.

Thursday, February 15, 2024

KNOWING PEOPLE.


Life can happen anytime
Any moment life we turn around
And when life does this
Reality of life itself we set in
And this moment is that time.

Knowing people does
Not mean you have people
When the veil we fall pass your eyes
When life will happen to you
Then you will get to know.

The day the world
Starts fading out of your sight
And things falling apart
The center cannot hold again
Knowing people we come into play.

Then when life
Comes into play
The real actors and actress of our life
We suffice and filled the movie scene of our life
Knowing people.

Knowing people does
Not mean you have people
The crowd who cheer you up
Today we turn back when things
Went from good to bad.

A TRAGIC END.


Is a long road
Down that road
That leads to a dead end
Everyone is on the fast lane of life
But alas no one knows such a end.

Could be an end
That no one foresee afar
From the subtle beginning
A distance afar of but no sight
To see it end from the distance of its beginning.

So nicely pathway it is
On a long dark lonely gloomy way
In your eyes it looks all pattered with gold
Nicely built to finish deck with all
Manners of what makes life so good and lovely.

But with a tragic end
That appeals to eyes and nice to hearing
With an alluring message
To noisy to hear the bait at its end
A tragic end.

Long with several signals
A pointers flash at you severally
Yet you went headlong
To communicate what shouldn’t be
A tragic end.