DEATH IS CERTAIN.

No matter how long
Nor how short one live
The end of it all is death
Of which is the debt everyone owe
Death is certain.

At the end of life
No matter your status in life
You live life that one day
That life will be over
Only death is certain.

To all living things
Be it human, animal and plants
No one is debt free from death
And which are both living things will pay
This debt knowing fully that.

Death is certain
Young or old...king or ordinary
Rich or poor...influential or common man
One day death will visit
And ask from us what we owe him.

OBINIGWE.

Some moments
Some days
Some situations
Some circumstances
Obinigwe.

God shows up for His own (ME)
Through the storms
Through the night
Through many challenges of life
Through it all of a truth.

Obinigwe

See what You've done
Am so stuck and struck
Of your manifold goodness
Your grace carries me through many waters.

What would I have become
Without You am nothing less to not
Am amaze You're so full of love
Still good in this years past and still doing good.

Obinigwe
You carried me not just me alone
But You took my cares and worries
As your utmost so indispensable need
What did I do to deserve this kind of love.

You came through for me
In my darkest moment of life
You light up my world
And show me so much love
I don't have a meaning and essence.

Yet You came through for me
I have nothing to quantify
This kind of love You show me
Am expressingly amaze in awe of your love for me
Obinigwe.

GREAT THINGS FROM SMALL PLACES.

The road not taken
The path not cleared
The tides keep flowing
Ocean current way up so high
Great things from small places.

It is possible to do
Great things from small place
It doesn't matter you start big
The size of your audience
Should not deters you from performing.

Because a dream born in a mold house today
Will be birthed in a mansion tomorrow
If only you keep at it
Work towards it
Brave up to brace up with challenges.

If you have to do
Great things from some place
You must stretch beyond limitation
Average shouldn't be what you settle for
From a local champion to an international champion.

Only if only
You're ready to take on the world
Don't see your locality as a limited factor
But see it as the starting point
Where great things are done from a small place.

FROM THOUGHTS INTO INK PAPER.

Transcending from the inner most
Part of existence within the being
That flows with so much thoughts
Inspiration drawn from all parts
Endeavoring to keep the unity

Of rhythms of thoughts and sound
At every crescendo of imaginative thinking
An idea is conceive in the waiting room
To give passage to the birth carnal of thoughts
The pen got muse cratfing out the craftmanship.

Of the thoughts within into paper
The ink flows hits every ground of the paper
A thought gashes out every flits of blinking of eyes
Thoughts meets mind and transcending into a masterpiece
From thoughts into inks paper.

An idea is born
A master piece is curated from the curator
Minds eyes as its purple eyes glows
With so much inspiration that aspires into greatness moving
From thoughts into ink paper.

THE PLIGHT OF A RURAL BOY.

In fields of green and endless skies
He walks alone barefoot on the earth
Where seeds of hope are sown
His world is wide but bound by fate's cruel hands
The Plight of a rural boy.

Dreams of distant places
Drift like grains of sand
The sun sets low casting
shadows on his toil
A childhood spent in labor, rooted in the soil.

He hears the call of cities
Far beyond the hills
But here he stays
With silent wishes unfulfilled
The Plight of the rural boy.

The stars at night
Whisper stories of the faraway
Yet he's tied to the land
Where he must stay
The Plight of the rural boy.

In every furrowed brow
A tale of struggle lies
A rural boy with dreams
As vast as the open skies
The plight of the rural boy.