THE CHURCH SHOULD STOP SENDING SOULS TO HELL FIRE.

The Church has lost many souls
To the cold hands of death
Through their humanly act
Of what they call "discipline"
But for how long shall the church continue.

A lot of people are dying
Emotionally and psychologically
Has drin so much from members
And soul is been send to hell
On daily basis for how long?

We this mess continue
And the church humanly orchestrated
Leadership continue to serve justice
All in the name of discipline
Am not saying they should condole sin.

Nor better still pampering sin
But exercise discipline in love
Not sending the person into deep to satan snare
That we entrap them deeper into the sin they fell into.
The church must rise up to this course.

LOSING YOURSELF.

It is easy to lose yourself in the crowd

When you try to fit in and
It is easy to lose your magic
When you attempt to make people
See you from a different perspective.
 
From how they choose to view you
Sometimes we find ourselves
Drawn away and carried away from our track
As we race on in life race of living the life
Making a self-assessments on things that are not important.
 
Limiting our potential
Of going beyond average
Breaking limitation to live out our real purpose
Is very easy at this stage to begin in
Losing yourself.
 
It is perfectly okay to embrace feedback
Especially if is coming from those
Who have traveled further on their life journey
And also from those you’ve guided
Remember you cannot control what others want to see in you.
 
Live your life
Be distinct
Be the magic that you are
Take responsibility for your decision
And allow life to take it course.

LET THE POOR BREATHE

He came out with the slogan
Allow the poor breathe
Yet the land is starving of hunger
High cost of living yet your senators
Went head long demanding for two million and SUV.
 
The pain is so too much
The street is filling the heat
The people are dying of pain
The pain killer cannot take away their pain anymore
Don’t suffocate us.
 
The cost of fuel is on high rising
Allow the poor to breathe
Righteousness exalt the nation but sin is a reproach
If the senator are sensitive
They won’t be asking for SUV’s car and collection two million.
 
The street are empty
Company are laying people off
The presidency is shouting pregnancy pain
But do you know there are woman
Who die from the pain of child labour.
 
Is it when you kill the people
Of pregnancy pain
When will they be alive to enjoy
The babies that are being born
President Tinubu you have good intention for this country.
 
But allow us to breathe
Hunger, starvation and all manner of sorts
Are present in the land allow us to breathe
Let the poor breathe don’t suffocate them
Let’s do things righteously, just two million naira
 
In token these people (senators and all)
Do not have the masses at heart at all
The pain is so much in the land
Day in day out our nation is collapsing
Let the poor breathe.

I SEE CORRUPTION SMELLS.

I see corruption smells
On the streets of my country
Where the big money bags
Buys the justice system in the land
And the nation marches on deepen into starvation.
 
Inflation is on rising point as dawn arrives
Now going down our Gross Domestic Product (GDP)
Is losing it as one who is losing it sanity
Insanity parades the land at will
I see corruption from the common man.
 
Who is tired of holding up to morality
And losing it to hunger and tired of been different
As a hungry man is an angry man
And the pain goes on and on
I see corruption smells on the streets.
 
The streets everywhere you turn and walk into
From Lafia to Lagos you cannot contain it
From Nasarawa to Jalingo bandit over the place
From Oyo to Ogun the center cannot hold again and the list goes on and on
From the seat of power spread out to all sectors.
 
I see corruption smells
That Lagos has now become
Entitled to one set of tribes
Then where is the one Nigeria we loudly preach
Is no longer our Nigeria is their own Nigeria for one certain tribe.
 
I see corruption smells
At the corridor of power
The seat of the justice of land
Justice is no longer for all but few selected corrupted individual
I see corruption smells and has eaten to the fiber of this nation’s serenity.
 
I see corruption smells
When all is falling to its root foundation
And we stand still waiting for God knows when
Where our national offices staff resumes at will
And close once is not yet official time of closure.
For how long we corruption smell on the shore of our country Nigeria.

A TRAP CALLED NIGERIA.

I never belief that there is an individual
Who are bigger then nationality
This can be seen only and only in Nigeria
A country where those in office steals at will
Where the hope of the common man is stolen.
 
The men and women in black
Act as oppressor that oppress
The weaken whose got no defense fence
Covering around them as they walk around
On the streets of the same country called Nigeria.
 
The evil of our land
Are out there in the seat of power
Becoming judge in their own
As they have compromise justices
Beyond reduction there is no longer justice in the appeal court.
 
As they have been captured
In the trap called Nigeria
Justice must come only if we
Start taking our voice global
Is high time we take off our voice from locality.
 
And go to global platform
To speak up on ill-maltreatment
Of the ill manner act minted out
To the less privilege in our nation
Making this beloved country a trap for her citizens.
 
As many citizens has turn it to a prayer
That Nigeria will not happen to any of us
Imagine how do we get here?
That we that owns the home
Has now becoming strangers at home.
 
Oh the cry of the bloodshed on daily basis
Are crying out the oppress are sponsoring the oppressor
We live among the oppressor once they taste power
The colour of their mentality change
A trap called Nigeria.