Saturday, 9 May 2020

Be Gone Unbelieve


Following the outbreak of this Covid19, nations all over the world ordered a “Stay at home.” The virus has no cure yet and is easily transmitted from person to person. There have been no regular daily human activities outside the home. This have caused economic hardship to many.

Leaders in some nations have promised palliatives to those badly affected by this pandemic. Yet there are fears that these may not get to those who needed them most because of politics and corruption. The common man is now left to either curse God and die or continue to have hope that no matter how dark the night is, there will be dawn convoyed by its resplendent brightness.

With the increasing confirmed cases and deaths, and the elongation of the stay at home order, many are beginning to qualm their faith and hope in God for perkier days. In these dispiriting veracities, many Christians have taken to social media to express their frustrations or disappointment on the actions and inactions of their leaders.

“Be gone unbelieve my Savior is near” John Newton wrote “and for my relief will surely appear.” There is never a better time to hold firm to your faith and hope in God than now. Government, ecclesiastical leaders, employers, clients, even families may fail you but the Lord promised: “I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.” Heb 13: 5. Therefore, “Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid neither be thou dismayed for the Lord they God is with thee” Joshua 1:9. With Christ in the vessel of our lives, we’ll smile at the boisterous storm of Covid19 and its attendant famine.

Yes, it is true, the night and even day has become darker than what we expect. Food is finished, rent has expired, the small family savings are exhausted, lockdown is still in full force and may continue for a while. The lively home full of laughter, joy, and happiness is now shrouded with cries, pains, depression, and fear of the unknown morrow.

“though dark be [our] ways, since [God] is [our] guide”, it is for us to obey and follow the WHO recommended guidelines and trust in His power to provide the help, healing, deliverance, and miracle we so desire.  And I assure you He will. “His love, in time past, Forbids me to think He’ll leave [us] at last In trouble to sink.” There are countless pieces of evidence which “confirms His good pleasure” to help us through this pandemic.

“God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.” Therefore, He tells you and I “Be still, and know that I am God.” Ps. 46:1,10. Whatever may betide you, my dear, do not lose faith and hope in God.

Friday, 22 December 2017

Christmas Is Here Again

Christmas is here again
With its carols, singings, and funfairs 
Packed with jingles and stories
Some interestingly funny and others scary
Lots of much expensive shopping and choppings 
Borrowing for so much fun and goods
Borrowed or not, its Christmas they say
Lots of fryings, cooking, and toasting
Friends and families calling far and near
With almost never-ending party hosting
"Oh Holy Night," says the Christmas song
With stars brightly shining and divine
A night of giving and thanksgiving
This Holy night is now partying night
plagued with selfishness and greed
a high state of ingratitude; never giving
No thought for the "Little Lord Jesus"
Whose glorious birth we rejoice
when the Christmas is come and gone
Soon the charades will be gone and forgotten
Only those precious Holy moments we had
Characterized by thankfulness and love
remains indelible in the mind all year.

Monday, 7 August 2017

My Soul Delight In Writing


I will write and write I will
Write about the gorgeous world
The sun, moon and brilliant stars
I will write about the politics of the West
The turbulence serendipity of the East
The tranquility perspicacity of the South
The capacious hullabaloos of the North
Yes! I will write and write well
Even about the devil and hell
About the subjugated exquisiteness of Africa
Her appealing dexterousness hands
Her grandeur Lilly-encompassing lands.
Oh yes! I will write about what I feel
Whether or not it is true, false, fake or real
The verisimilitude blessings of Heaven
The vicissitude of mortality
I will write, write, and write about humanity
But my friend will you have the time to read
Whether or not my words will be corralled
Whether what I write makes nous or not
Romeo dying for Juliet was a tragic history
Today it is a quixotic story. 
So I will write in weather cold or hot
Yes! I will write about religion and culture
The exasperation of the virile bantam creature
Or its appealingly womanly antagonist friend
The elation, discomforts, glee and angst of womanhood
The jostles, egos, otiose gaits of manhood
The pen is mightier than mighty swords
Making the ecosphere read and read my words
My soul delight in writing; striking like lightening.

Tuesday, 14 February 2017

The Month of FEBRUARY


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A month of many doves
carrying gifts packs of love
too many lovers to give
as if no other time to live

A month of broken promises
based on unfounded excuses
a perfect time to love depart
with little to love the impact

It is the December of love
with kisses falling from above
through painted red lips
and irresistibly dancing hips

A month where "I love you" invites
for 'bedmatics' all through the nights
giving many undesired 9 months contract
because of the many night contacts

A month where promiscuity  unmasked
blatantly in the name of Valentine
giving side chicks momentary 'joyfulment' 
forcing the centered chicks to 'lonelyment'
if these are the packages of Val
Romeo won't agree to die for Juliet 

Saturday, 4 February 2017

The Sabbath: A Day of Gratitude


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With six days to labor
In all of earthly ports of harbor
The Sabbath definitely is a day
To give of all our thanks away

For the Sun, Moon, Stars, and rain
The blood that flows in the vein
The joy of loved ones around
For harvest and fruits of the ground

For small and great Delightful Inspirations
Which spurs noble mortal directions
For blessings of the gift of life
Blessings that gives joy in strife

For the joy of the glorious Gospel
With its life-enriching splendid principles
Oh! The Sabbath, a great delight
Illuminating the mind with eternal light

With six days to labor
In all earthly ports of harbor
The most recompensing is the Sabbath day
To give of all our thanks away

Wednesday, 4 January 2017

Happy Birthday To An Exquisite Jewel


When I ruminate on the 4th day of January
Wedged in my cognizance a great pearly
Its not about ornament or trinket
But a great paragon so translucent
I speak of no bravura earthly other
Than my ebulliently gorgeous Mother
Nomenclated beautifully as Seleipiri
With a divine gist: God choose for me
For nine months I respired in her womb
Myriad of days I nourished from her breast
So saccharine like fresh honey-comb
While I cruised through infancy nest
Oh how I love you dearest mother
Your tender hands washed my skin
And offered to the world a delightful being
Your lovely bosom warmed me all night
As I snooze hearing your silvery voice
Making my petite heart in dream rejoice
Shed deluge of tears for me when sickening
Relentlessly imploring Heaven for my healing
While crushing down on bended knee
All for a scraggy bantam precious me
Am ever grateful to God Almighty
For a priceless benediction like you.
This comes to you on the day you were born
That you mean more than words can fathom
Happy wonderful Birthday Dear Mother
May your days on earth be longer

Tuesday, 27 December 2016

Joyful-Sorrow


Christmas always comes with pleasure
Enjoyed I have without pressure 
Jumping up and down, so much fun and party
With rice and stew very plenty 
Venues though far apart in distance
Never missing I've been always at once
Attending endless carols and singing
Joyful singing with my sonorous voice
Making hearts and minds all rejoice
culminating in afterwards endless dancing
fun so hilarious that ribs cracks 
Not forgetting joyful eating with the Pack's
But despite all these fun and more
Stands a gigantic sorrow at my heart's door
Intermittently swirls now and then in my heart
Almost enshrouds pleasure moments in part
Its not one of missing party nor delicious meal
Nor one of physical injury refusing to heal
Its a ginormous sorrow of not been with my family
To enjoy the pleasant moments so lovely
Joy pleasure at day; tearful moments at night
incessant deluge of tears covering my eyes sight
Been not with my beloveds and their voices hear
At the most wonderful and happiest time of the year.