The Battle

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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Life as I see it

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.

To: Madmoiselle Joli Yeux

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.

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Greatest Lover of All Time

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.

Nations Cry

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).

The Fire Experience

‘Welcome to every one of you. It’s a pleasure to have you here. It’s a hectic…’


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

Like Splint

Siren blaring and the colours of the overhead lights almost invisible in the bright rays of the sun, the gallops and bumps were not hassles for the only one that mattered. At least, they helped jerk him back to some liveliness. The painting on the massive building of the Lagos University Teaching Hospital was the only thing his blurring sight could catch. There was this large rectangle that housed a circle at its centre, and as he continued to stare it seemed the circle transformed into a portal that led to eternity and it now beckoned on him to come. The sight was soon lost as the ambulance drove past the view of the painting and his mind switched to the bouncing of the ball at the basketball court just beside the road, where lively young aspiring doctors were catching fun. There was a lot of panicking and activity in the ambulance as the medics felt his hands for pulses and checked this and checked that to ensure he was at the best condition to survive the ghastly motor accident he had just encountered. The lady who had called the medics to the accident scene panicked beside him so badly they thought she was his wife She had been stained by his blood so badly but she did not feel the soggy irritation of it. Well, she was his wife would have been the best guess and Dr Ndukwe, Head of surgery team, had concluded.

‘Your husband will be fine madam, just calm down’ and as if he felt like that sounded too harsh he added ‘Your panicking is not good for him’ and he faced the man and checked the rate at which the blood transfusion was running from the blood bag that hung on a stand just beside the bed into the man’s veins. It was okay. He glanced back at Juliet, ‘He lost a lot of blood, but he’d be just fine.’

As if she had enjoyed every moment that she had been addressed as the wife of a stranger or rather she didn’t see the need to correct the over assuming doc, the matter at hand was too serious for all those formalities. She just remained stoic as though she heard nothing and now whimpered since doc would not take more panicking; the other medics who knew whom she was just smiled and didn’t interrupt as if they wished she was truly his wife.

The man heard none of those. He did not even perceive anything transpired in that vehicle, all that happened was outside the bus. Suddenly the sound of the moving ambulance stopped. It seemed they had arrived at the entrance of the Emergency unit building. The doors flung open and heavy light rays gushed in. His eyes adjusted to absorb the light rays and almost immediately the medics appeared in his view as silhouettes. Those were the last things he saw. It seemed the clock stopped ticking or was it his heart that stopped beating? They dragged him out on a stretcher so carefully and began to push so speedily, steadying him and the blood bag that hung beside him that was now in a nurse’s hand.

‘Accident victim clear the road. Accident victim clear the road’ Nurse Tayo beckoned as she led the way to the emergency room. The other medics that followed either pushed the stretcher or were almost jogging, adjusting their coats and stethoscopes with every motion. It was another rush to save a life but they had become used to it.

But the man stood, wondering why they bothered so much about him since he was healthy and strong.

Inspired by a visit to Lagos University Teaching Hospital.