Here the whole world stand
Beholding the earth slowly wind down
We yearn for rest, it has come yet we frown
We long for peace, but not the peace beneath the sand
Now Fear steadily makes her offer
She’s the beautiful Leah we ignored for Rebecca
Now Rebecca is ailing and just might die
and she’s what we’ve got to lean on and cry
The battle is very real
It’s not all about the singing, the dance and the lights
We often forget about the eternal seal
The only reason the devil still fights.
Souls will and are perishing;
Destinies being traded for excitement;
Gatekeepers are in their titles relishing;
As purpose is being exchanged for embellishment.
Be sober! Be sober! The wise one cries –
The night of weeping draws nigh.
The cloak of darkness unfolds stealthily before our eyes;
As the earth passes away by and by.
Thou soul that sinneth please REPENT.
Repent now while it is still day.
For with every passing hour, our mortal life is spent;
And we draw nearer to our realities after clay.
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I live my life by the day
Not minding whatsoever people think or say
Not everyone will surely stay
Some persons will always walk away.
I like to be naughty and happy – that’s how I play
I make my mistakes and learn – the price I pay
I’d fight every darkness till there’s a tiny light ray,
And every giant of fear in my heart I shall slay.
This life sometimes seems a wanton delay
We find ourselves in a constant fight to keep a lot at bay
Preacher after preacher describe it as a relay
We’ve all got to pass on some baton someday anyway.
So Lord Jesus, help me to my bed properly lay,
And while the sun shines make hay
So that when my hairs have all turned grey
Without fear or shame I shall return to clay.
Miss Pretty eyes, I’m getting into you crazily
This doesn’t happen to me easily
Sometimes it seems like I’ve known you momentarily
Other times it seems we’ve known from eternity
Call it déjà vu or voodoo
But it’s no Hollywood series nor boo-boo
I can’t wait to gaze at you and say ‘I love you’
And hope and crave for an ‘I love you too’.
I want to be able to love you and not be scared
Should it be a no in the end, at least I dared
I give my fraidy heart away and now I feel bared
My safeguards are off but I have hope instead.
Thou Ruler of the Heavens
Wonder and Splendour and Power
Thou Creator of living and non living
Authority, Dominion are yours forever.
My heart is forever yours
Not because I’m compelled to
I wouldn’t withhold one even if I had two
You won all of me on the cross.
Your blood, Your blood, Your pain
My ransom, my ransom, my gain
Your cross, Your cross, Your death
My life, my life, my birth
Your sovereignty respects my will
Your love is the source of my zeal
My manliness is lost in your presence
You drain me of ambition and fill me with essence.
From the depth of emotions
For the dying visions
I set my eyes upon nations
So forgotten and in incarceration
How precious the gift of freedom
How determinant the power of decisions
How hardened the hearts that do not see
How insignificant the truth could be.
Is it not the truth that sets free?
How come it has done nothing for me?
I know it like the back of my palms.
I’ve sang it more than I’ve sang the Psalms.
I’m in chains of course I know
My life lies mortgaged, that’s for sure
My hands are clean, still I serve my term
I’m just a prisoner of a failed system.
Inspired by a visit to Ikoyi Prisons, Lagos.
Titled by Ayomide (a cool colleague).
‘Welcome to every one of you. It’s a pleasure to have you here. It’s a hectic…’
Griiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnn…
A firm voice from the Security department roused the building with ‘kindly evacuate the building immediately, there’s a fire outbreak. Leave whatever you’re doing and try to be calm.’
‘Try to stay calm?’ Tall Willie reiterated with his pupil clearly dilated. Obviously he hasn’t gotten this far to be charred in Stallion towers. Images of burnt robbers by street mobs along the streets of Surulere flashed through his mind at once. ‘Tufiakwa!’ he wished it away. Continue reading
