AT ONE MOMENT

At one moment He was born

At one moment He our grief’s borne

At one moment He cried

At one moment He died

At one moment He was thorns crowed

Now He is glory crowned

At one moment He, His life to man gave

At one moment He won the victory over grave

At one moment Death was overcome

At one moment Man will rise to God’s Holy home

At one moment He sweat great drops of blood

That all may come before God

At one moment He was on the cross lifted high

At one moment He ascended to the sky

At one moment He was crucified

At one moment Justice demands were satisfied

At one moment He gloriously resurrected

So man too will be resurrected

At one moment He appeared with a glorious face

Poured on all His merciful grace

I think of the excruciating pains He felt

His precious blood on the ground spilt

Such a sacrifice unfathomable

Absolutely incomprehensible

Oh! He died for me my friend

What a love with no end

He bridged the gap between God and man

Unto Him we raise our eyes

Because is Him that won the prize

Our grateful song to Him we sing

He is the Lord of lords, Kings of kings

Man is saved from eternal lost

Because Christ’s Atonement paid the cost

DECEMBER JOY; JANUARY SORROW

I watched, gazed and gawked

As people hassled by in swift

Carrying goods of small and enormous sizes

Unusual heavy traffic congestion in freeways

What’s happening? Are we fleeing or?

I asked with so much amazing horror

“It’s December-meaning Christmas”

One said without any pause

Jingles, heavy shopping, carols, ebullient rejoicing

Lots of delicious tasty meals and much waste

New expensive clothes, toys, shoes, hair

All of which were bought or prepared

Carefully, professionally on money so little

And the rest falling as manners from borrowing

Occupying precious family moments with

Frail embellishment-little or no profit

The sunset of December will be gone and forgotten

Ending the parties, carols and buying

Followed by the down of fresh January

Laden with huge debts tears to pay

Hearts ached for loving and giving not done

When the pay cheque comes and collected

Spent swiftly on unpaid buying

Leaving little or none for family needs

January becomes as long as river Nile

Some go through the January sorrowful-pains

In short or mid are struggling recovered

Some go through the January sorrowful pains

In short or mid are poverty enshrouded

Children cries, marriage suffers, hopes crashed

If these are the kit and caboodle of Christmas

Even Christ would certainly not celebrate

Nigeria My Great Country Part 2

Our Eternal Father who art in Heaven

We thank thee for a great day like this

In which we carousal the freedom given

In this our great country Nigeria

Oh God, the footing on which it was laid

Was squeaky, faulty, frail and unsure but

Thou has kept us together hundred years far

In unity, love, peace and progress

Grateful we are for our founding Fathers

The inspirations and acumen given to them

To fight for our freedom with their blood

And to preserve the concord of our nationhood

We thank thee for their prodigious wisdom

To build a heterogeneous people together

Under one great parasol of greatness

Called the Federal Republic of Nigeria

Hundred years we have lived together

In peace, truculent, forays, clangs and love

Insuperable, resilient and firm we have stood

Slowly but surely subverting with Thine help

Oh Father, the country thou gave us

Is threatened with oodles of fissures

Guide and guard our good leaders and

The good Nigerians to cow them all

Our Eternal Father who art in Heaven

Thanks for given us Nigeria our country

As we celebrate this liberty given

Bless and make us propagate in prosperity 

The Voyage

Copious peaceful tranquility

Enshrouds the façade domiciliary

I gazed and gazed

Envisioning serenity with my eyes

It worth pleasantly my gaze

Blatant sonny lifestyle here

High, low intermingling- communal share

I obsessed, loved, venerated the community

What exists; a conspicuous humility

Connoisseur and winebibber almost I, became

Unequivocally they articulates welcome

Varmus not I wish the abode

The voyage obligatorily continue abroad

Tick tock tick tock swaggers the time

With its unpalatably-sonorous rhythmical chime

Swashbuckler returns, berthed ashore

Alas! To continue a peaceful abode in store

I gawked and gazed and scrutinized

Peaceful domiciliary now ablaze

Perplexity enshrouds the tranquil community

Chaotic grimaces, all in higgledy piggledy

Traditional rhythmical glockenspiels of love bolted away

Now hazy the pleasant sunshine ray

What has triggered this anarchious hullabaloo?

Excruciating pains engulfed me lo!

Discovered I the self-aggrandized dilemma

The hunger and thirst for kingly power

Like oxidized nut disjointed the accord maxilla

Leaving a subjugated hatred to scorch like fire

Who subvert this combustoflatulation can?

Is it the unscrupulous parochial new cohort plan?

Or the goodly self-aggrandized gray-haired scrutiny?

I combobulated: not the beguiling sophistry word

Of the heaven-turned-prosperity parson’s rod

Can assuage the conflagration-the tintinnabulation bell

The tale too tall to tell

Voyager vowed venerably vamoosed

Never again on the land buzzed.

HOME

The best place on earth

That prepares one for eternal birth

Molded here the potter’s clay

To speak of the maker everyday 

Where scriptures are valued treasures

Feasting endlessly on always with pleasure

The face of the Lord sought everyday

To guide and guard through the narrow way

Where the children are taught to grow

In faith and testimony of the word

Learning all they must rightly do

To live someday with the Lord

Where the mother in queenly quest

Love, care, and serve in way best

Having the Lord as a never leaving guest

Working hard, yet looking to God for rest

Where the father presides righteously

Blesses everyone with priesthood authority

Leading to God a happy family

With great showers-blessing of eternity

THE END OF THE ROAD

Rejoicing thrills his birth

Voices far and near said welcome to earth

A fine beautiful soul is born

Great works waits to be done

He starts the journey into the books

The future hanging on the hooks

Step by step goes the growth

Filled with the expectancies of youth

The two steps in the books now gone

Great works waits still to be done

His chosen path, now is know

Though just a step to go

Aha! Now he wears the mortarboard cap

Family and friends all to cheer to clap

Here there, up down. Left right-busy

I will make it he says though not easy

Grown, now he says “yes I do”

Life now falls on him like fresh dews

Blaring horns, tiny voices calls “daddy oyoyo”

More branches to continue tomorrow

House large, furnish fill- beautiful

Much pepper, fleets, affluence so full

Sad happy, sick healthy, caring much friends

No one thinks of the ends

Some for gets-and-gains, others-love

After all, each speaks for self above

He leads the crime de la crime

Convoy long, small big stands to waive at him

Eloquent everywhere very powerful

No one sees the sun setting on his youthful

But he is strong great a big man

The world falls at his command

Cold hands knocks, no option he answered

No mind thought of this but he is dead

Yelling’s wailings cries nothing to hold

Away like trash to rooms’ cold

Far and wide gathered they at his birth

Again they now are at his death

Blackly clothed, sad hearts and faces but merry is on

Glowing eulogy he was this and that ends the sermon

Convoy long small big stands to waive at him

Eulogies flow all to a casket wooden

Silently or noisily the go to the quiet woods in swift

Bay and large, up down, here he lays six feet.

Nigeria My Great Country

Oh! Nigeria my country.
I weep and yell for thee.
Poverty like thick darkness
have enshroud your bright beautiful face.
When shall lasting peace and happiness abode in you?
Perhaps like a mangrove firmly rooted in the ground.
Oh! Nigeria my great country,
when shall prosperity overwhelm the surface of your beautiful land scape?
Who can decree the death of the turmoils and pestilence that is bewildering you to go through the mill of joblessness?
Oh! My great country Nigeria,
when shall your rich natural inheritance be distributed justly to the domiciliary of your inhabitants in all the nocks and crannies of your beautiful land?
And the eulogy sung to the ear of all and sundry.
Oh! How is it that fraudulent leaders have frivolously profligated the nation's wealth
and have propitiated the country's great proprietors to proponent their primeval behaviours.
Oh! Nigeria the lion of Africa,
You have brought yourself so low that ignoramus fellows toil with your reputation.
They have encumber your development.
Their erroneous and fraudulent life
have precluded peace and happiness.
Oh! Nigeria the giant of Africa.
When shall lasting peace and happiness abode in you?
Awake and arise from your deep slumber
Impetuous, impede and impair like a funeral parlour
Arise and eradicate the epidemic-joblessness
that floods your home and have like a terrible wind blows your future pilars to sleep forever in shame
Awake with tremendous circularity illuminating the thick cloud
Awake Oh! Nigeria awake!!!