CARRIED BY GRACE.

From the gift of a loving family
Whose love is unreservedly
To the laughter and joyous moment
To a family where love is so pure
Grace sends me this beautiful beings.

From the gift of a loving spouse
Filling the space that once said
By the Holy Scripture
That ye who finds a wife
Finds nothing less than a good thing.

From the gift of great offspring
To a bundle of joy a son is giving
So full of life loved by all and sundry
Growing each day in strength and good health
Thankful to the creator for such a gift of a son.

From the gift of great friendship
Sent to me by the creator to me His creature
As friends are one of the greatest gift to mankind
Like angels they are so grateful for
Grace sending my way beautiful friendship relationship.

All my life
Have been carried and still carry
By the marvelous matchless grace of God
Everything that I see and all that I do
Is not by my own strength but by the grace of God.

THE WHO YOU BELIEVE.

If you don't believe in you
Then the world will get you
The one you'll believe in
By handling into your hand
The you that you are not.

Society will come with their own
Of the very version of the person
They will likening you to become
As the footprint of the society
Is what is generally acceptable by all.

The who you believe
Will go a long way in determining
How your life will become
As you go through this life
In living that life of yours.

If you don’t believe in you
You’ll would have lived all your life
Doing nothing with your life
All because your believe system
Was shoke by the society.

If you don’t believe in you
The who you believe in
Will end up controlling your life
Making you the real you dead and long gone
While you are still in the chase of this and that.

THE WIND.

Something is about to happen
The wind is about to blow
That will shake the whole of human
Existence if care is not taken
Is starting in the household of faith.

The church
Of what end will it be
When judgments begins in the same
House of faith the congregation of believers
Let him that thinketh ye standeth take yield.

The wind of great cleansing
Is about to blow if you are caught
On the fast lane of this great wind coming
As of a might rushing winds
You will be swept away by the wind.

Pastors is a clarion call to you
To get the church ready for
This mighty outpouring
The revival of the end time
Is about to rain and the wind is coming first.

Just to prepare the ground
And make way for this great outpouring
The rushing mighty winds in the last day
There is gonna be a great shaking
To the fiber of every man’s existence.

Get the lamp ready
Repair the licking roof
Settle that old account of your life
Be prepared because the cloud is gathering
There is gonna be a great revival of wind in the land.

To the one who seat on pulpit
To the one who seat on the bench
From the minsters and leaders of the church
To members in the congregation
Get ready is about to rain the wind of revival is coming.

FINALLY THE RAIN IS HERE.

It was a long awaited months
Filled with so much intense heat
All and sundry bears the hotness of the weather
At night many can't sleep in the bed
But alas it seems the rain is here.

It was a well announced and ushered in
With a grand opening of the wind
Beneath the night feet as everyone
Is about to prepare for another night of heat
But the preparation was aborted like a mission been aborted.

And the rain is here
Finally there shall be showers of rain tonight
Not the usual showers of heat
With the body exhuming the drop of sweat
From the sweat gland of the human body.

The rain is here finally
Let its droplet of each drops
Come down and drop the dew of the coldness
Let our night be emacipated with cold of the winds
That blows across every street into every room of our home.

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.

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.

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.

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.

GOD KNOWS WHEN.

Even in the midst of stormy waters
Even when days are weary
Even when tomorrow is a distance from today
Even when through sunshine and hot water
God knows when.

When life begins to fall apart
And its center refuse to hold anymore
Every situation seems looking impossible
And when life seems dark and dreary
And it seems the sun refuse to sunshine.

After several darkest moment
The birds refuse to come out to sing
And life becomes bored and boredom set in
As you begin to lose interest in life
God knows when.

When life serves us a breakfast
That we never come to terms with it
Tomorrow is not sure while in existence of today
That life itself becomes its shadow of itself
God knows when.

When all of life is over
And its seems our hands are weak
To still hold out to the whole promises
What life becomes and still starts fading away
Just like a stars in the morning meeting with the sun of the day.

God knows when
When all hope is lost
When all nothing is left to nothing
When it all being said and done
Only the hope of a better tomorrow still lingers on the path of life.

God knows when
Our heartaches
Our trouble time comes sufficing
Our world come crashing down at our face
Our hopes are dashed amidst stormy moment
God knows when.

HOPING ON GOD.

Life will change
As life goes on
Moment we come
When it seems is too hard to hold on
To God’s own Words of promises.

And this is the time of
Hoping on God
Through the night
Come what may
Everything we be alright.

God is watching his own
He never sleeps nor slumber
He never tires of hearing our voices in prayer
No matter how many times we call
His hope makes us hoping on God stronger.

From the distance
God eyes is fixed on His own
Hoping on God
Is never a lost venture and it
Comes with great return on investment.

Hoping on God
While the moment past
While the days gone by
Whatever betides our states of existence
Hoping on God that is all we need.

Hoping on God
Even when our own hope fails us
And it seems is not stronger
To pulls us through and carry us
From where we are to where we want to be.

Hoping on God
Brings great gain and reward
Though many a times is so hard
For us to do so because when life issues
Come crashing on our shoulders it weighs us down.

HANG ON.

It is a lifelong call
The call out of distress
From a distress caller
The other end the voice sounds
So depress and desperate.

But the caller hang on
Still clinching to the phone
Dialing and dialing yet at the other end
No one seems to pick up
A distress call from the distress caller.

Called and called
Yet no one to yield the phone
To answer at the other end
Life is beginning to fake out on the caller
The sound of the voice still goes out.

Alas!
Someone pick up the call
From the distress caller
At the other end not waiting
For any response the caller says a word first.

Hello God,
Are you there can you hear me
Is me your child here speaking
I need to talk with you just a little talk with you
Am hanging on to wait for you to reply and listen to me.

From the voice
You can sense and see
That the caller is not ready to hang on
Until the conversation is been heard with God
Just a little talk with God makes it alright.

Of which the distress caller
Knows fully well that just a little talk
With God and everything is alright
Finally the conversation ensue
Hang on God said.

As he makes the request
Of the distress caller ready
And the answer is already on the way
What a relief the power of importunity
Just have faith hold on and hang on help is on the way.

TO BE A MAN.

Is a lonely road
Out there just all alone
You fall back on your back
No one reaches out hand
To pull you back to your feet but yourself.

You don’t expect them
To understand of what
It takes to be a man
Is not about what you feel
But what you provide in that home.

I don’t expect you to understand
Because is a lonely road out there
And they don’t care what you know
Life beats us down several times
There is so much weight that weighs us down.

But you don’t expect us to show our emotion
As a man we have to pay our way
As man we have to show up providing always
And will just cannot hide our self
What is it like to be a man.

As no one cares what you know
How you feel and when you’re emotionally down
So depressed frustrated and tired of it all
Trying to pull yourself up then you fall back
To be a man.

But won't show any emotion
As a man that goes unspoken
That we can't cry when life gets hard
Unconditional love for women, children and dogs
We know that we just have to play our parts
And don't nobody give a damn about our broken hearts.

As a man, we gotta pave our way
Our only function is to work and slave
There's no respect for you if you ain't paid
You're disregarded as a human and you can't complain
And if you ever make it up and actually reach that place
And find a woman that you love and give her your last name
You'll feel the things that you provide is only why she stays
And when you try to explain, you'll say

PAUL: AN EPTIOME OF CONSECRATED SERVANT.

People who receive
The call of God known generally
That the call is greater than their lives
If the call is at the level of their natural ability
There will be no need for grace.

If the call is moderated to their ability
Skill and knowledge there will be no need
To ask help from the supernatural God
They will not need to pray either
The call of God always goes beyond the natural ability of men.

Paul says
I know that my life will be a misfit
If I’m given to make money rather than preaching
God has not sent me into the world to make money
Others may I cannot.

If God has called you to preach the gospel
But you concentrate your effort on transient project
Though you build a hundred houses
In His sight you are adjudged a failure
Paul understood the reason for this gracious act of the Lord.

Spurgeon called his son and told him
If God wants you to be a missionary
If you become a millionaire
I would be the most miserable father on earth
If you make money contrary to God’s purpose for you.

In His sight you are a failure
If He wants you to preach
But you are busy doing something else
You are of all men the most miserable
It means your life is a failure.

URGENCY OF PAUL CALL TO SERVICE

May I ask you
If Paul instead of preaching
Had been a millionaire
Would we have the epistles to Romans?
If he had chosen to be a big time contractor

There may not be first and second
Epistle to the Corinthians
Maybe the epistle to the Galatians
May not have been written out
Of his inspired pen if he had not yielded to God’s call.

If he had chosen to be a great politician
How shall we have the epistle to the
Ephesians and Philippians and Colossians
What if Paul had contested and become
The executive President of his nation.

We do not have the epistle to the
Thessalonians or to Timothy
How many of the builders and contractors of his days
Had enough money to erect marvelous structures
But they are forgotten now
God called him to preach and he concentrated on preaching

If you delay in responding to the call of God
For your life He will not give you on a full commendation
Though you respond later you will miss His applaud
If God has to push and knock you like Jonah
Before you yield and pressure drove you to say.

Since I cannot run away
I surrender I am ready to do what you want me to do now
If you wait till such a period before you yield
Your commendation will no more be entire
Paul said…immediately I conferred not with flesh and blood
That is the urgency of the service.

NO TIME THAT IS TOO LATE.

Moses was 80 years of age
His life was almost going to an end
People say
A fool at forty is a fool forever
There is no time that is too late.

Eighty equals forty times two.
If this statement is true
Then a fool at 80 is a double fool forever
They say once you become 80
You cannot be useful by God anymore.

But God called Moses
To start a great work that will count for eternity
When he was 80 years old
Many years earlier, he had sensed and thought
About the call but ran ahead of God.

An act which cost him
Forty wasteful years in the desert
Lonely and abandoned
He walked the backside of the Midain desert
Tending the sheep of Jethro till he lost his self-ambition, pride and self-promotion.

When you think everything is finished
God says it is time to start
When you think it is too late
Now to do anything
He says this is the time to begin.

When you say I’ve lost every opportunity
There’s no point making any trial again
God says I’m willing to forgive you
You can get started now
There is no time that is too late.

We should not be in doubt
About what God wants us to do and
Where he wants us to be
There are people that are very ambition
Their hands, mouth, ears and eyes are everywhere.

WHEN FATE VISITS.

Like a dream of the night
Like a locker locked out and in
Like a feather flown by bird
Like a name written on the sea sand
When fate visits.

A journey from a distance
A mile as against a thousand mile
A sound of instrument on a woodwind instrument
A timer ready to blow out the alarm
When fate visits.

So far gone into the distance
So far so good like a good news
So far like been away from home
So long but so wright to right the wrong
When fate visits.

Prayers so far away
After much has being said and done
Prayers on a journey of destination
To answers prayers that has been prayed
When fate visits.

A wired wind
Spreading across the distance
Catching the whole landscape
So far and wide life fades out
When fate visits.

It turns our hope so high
It revoke an essence of hope
It breaks forth hopelessness to hope
It breeds great fate to meets faith
When fate visits.

DAYS OF TRENDS.

We live in the days
Of where so much trend
Are taking place every seconds
A trend is drop of this and that
And the religious houses are not left out.

But trend for stupidity
As common sense is not common anymore
And the trends goes on and on over again
Each break of each day as moment flys subtly
A new form of trend is born and showcasing as well.

Days of trends
Miracle are been broadcasted
Religious leaders turning celebrity
As each one wants to outsmart
Their colleagues in ministry.

Miracles are been showcase
Charity works are been televised and advertise as well
But must you showcase the healing miracle
Of what motive behind these act
Many has turn the all powerful prayer houses.

We are all living in the last days
In the days of trending advertisement
The world is really passing away
At the speed of light life is faking out
Days of trends.

A NATION AT GUN POINT.

Election has come and gone
Our nation still coexist
With our numerous issues
With all side appointee
Yet the nation lacks direction.

Becoming a nation at gun point
Even though we elect leaders
But the leaders we elect
Never have a heart for others its citizens
Making our nation that is held at gun point.

Holding all almost all the nation
With a gun in their hand
Pointed right on the head of the citizens
Squandering the nation resources.

And those in the government
Do not want to cut down
On the cost of running of governance
Void of producing nothing just spending
A nation held at gun point.

Is a clear even clearer eye open fact
That the people that runs for office
Are doing this on the ground
f nothing but selfishness
A nation held at gun point.

FRUSTRATED NIGERIANS.

There is so much talk
We go for anti-confab
Spend billions on these conferences
Sat on a round table for long talking
Yet we're at still the same spot.

People are behaving
As if Nigeria is a banana republic
Life doesn't mean and never counts anymore
Blood ate shed at will everyday
Frustrated Nigerians everywhere.

Each day the economy
Is going dray off the track
Nothing is working
Naira keep getting weaker
And Nigerians are struggling
To survive under poverty line.

We lost our peace
As there is no rule of law
No more justice for all
All what what we have is kangaroo court
Frustrated Nigerians everywhere.

They carry it on their faces
Like the lyrics of one song like that
"Suffering and smiling"
Is the order of living in Nigeria
Frustrated Nigerians.

A NATION IN DILEMMA.

The question is
How do will get here?
How do we become a nation
Hanging on a pendulum
Swinging from left to right without direction.

As to not know
Where we are going to
As a nation
Has forgotten where we are coming from
A nation in dilemma.

Nigeria has lost
It's sense and right of sovereignty
Long time ago
They bid farewell
To a peaceful coexistence.

Some of our leaders
Acting out as one
Who never goes to school
As their behavior
Is seen in discharging their duties.

A nation in dilemma
And as well under dilemma
We are beginning to lose it
As a people and as a nation
Each day our security network is broken down.

You recruit ex-terrorist and bandit
Recuperating them into the military
The same we come a and study your activities
Grew up becoming nuisance then
Hijack the whole country.

OUR HEALTHCARE SYSTEM.

Nigeria hospitals
Are breeding ground mortuary
Leafing to a cemetery yard
Where life are cut short
Either because of.

Lack of doctors specialist and nurse
Who are not paid enough well
To take their profession seriousness
Standing with the oath they swore
Upon entering medical school.

As money is the main motivator
That keeps a system up fit and running
Likewise a motivator for those who work
In this institutions
Our healthcare system.

Is less to nothing to write home about
As it has been written off
By the so called people in power
Then what is the fate of a common man.

As these political office holders
Fly's out at will for medical appointment
While the ones that can not fly
Are left at the mercy of poor healthcare
Many dies as a result of this act of negligence.

Our healthcare system
Nigeria has happen severally
To many Nigerians
As many citizen keep living in pain
As Nigeria has happen to such a one.

How do we get here
Of our hospital that ought
To be a healing center
Have turn to a death breeding ground
Yes, our healthcare system.

EXHALE DEEPLY.

Live your life to the full
Don't live your life
Full of regret make the best
Use of every single seconds
Exhale deeply.

Never rob yourself
Of your happiness
Instead be in the moment
Never allow circumstances
To choose that for you but you be in charge.

Remember
Life can only give us
What we input into this life
Life goes on with or without
Never allow yourself to carry
The baggage of what is not into your life.

Exhale deeply
Life lived in the moment
Is what really counts
As each sunset passes
You look back and glean with joyfulness.

That you live and walk this path
Called life with fulfillment
Knowing fully that of a truth
Yes, that you live so take a deep thought and
Exhale deeply.

NOT ALL CHAT, NOT ALL MESSAGE.

Trending issues has great influence
On people mind and behavior
We live in the days
Where everyone wants to be heard
Not all chat you response to.

Likewise not all message you must read
a lot of people out there
In the online space
Especially the social media space
There is a lot.

The level of deception
In the media space these days
Can not be exaggerated
People don't believe what you say
They believe what they want to believe.

Some people trend
On the base of stupidity
The content creators
The bloggers and writers
Not all chat, Not all message.

Fake news and blackmail
Spreading all around
As each one wants to be in forefront
Of the latest happening around
Be careful of what you say with your mouth.

Listen up, see life is so deep
That only swallow men think they know it
There are things you should look and pass
Not for today because of your lineage

Not all chat, not all message.

Remember,
That you will give account
Of all what you say with your mouth
Keypad warrior continue soon we all
Shall be witness.

Your troll this person
Because you get so much crowd followers
That anything you tweet post and share
We go viral one day you fade out
Not all chat, Not all message.

A LETTER TO MY BOYS.

Dear boys
This world you see
Is made up of all human beings
As it takes all sorts of people
To make the world.

Inside this same world
There is something we call society
This same society determines
The fiber of our being and existence
So be careful on how you trade this path.

Society come knocking at your door one day
And sell some life myth to you
On how you as a boy
Should live and conduct yourself
At this point be careful.

Dear boy child
The society will sell to you
That they frown at a boy who cries
As they label crying as a sign
Of a weakly man.

That boys are made of stone
And shouldn’t show their emotion
Nor express their feelings
When hurt, cheated on and abuse hmm
Nor use despitefully.

Dear boy child
Make sure you express yourself
Fully enough if crying cry
If saying it out of that which bothers you say it
Because a lot of boys go to bed alive and wakeup dead.

Been emotional
Never and will never make you weak
Expressing yourself never make you
Less of a man that you are
Dear boy child.

Never negotiate
Your sanity for anything
your peace of mind
is your price possession never throw it away
This is a heartfelt letter to you son.

GIVE NO ROOM FOR MEDIOCRITY.

The world is so big
To contain so many dream chaser
You choose where you fit in
And how you want to arrive at your destination
As decision is determine by so many things.

But in your chase for success
Give no room for mediocrity
Go beyond average and live about limitation
Never go along with the one whose got
No destination in mind.

 
Go the distance
Take the mile
Chase the dream while you can
There is no mountain too high to mount
Give no room for mediocrity.

 
Never settle for the less nor lesser
Be the actor in every scene of the movie of your life
Be ready to come out stronger each day
Be realistic in your goal setting and its chase
Never be an onlooker nor seat in the seat of discornful.