Tuesday, April 28, 2015

MY HOUSE IS FLOODED, MY FENCE HAS FALLEN

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It is the time of rain again,
We were hopeful of nature’s reign
We have been expecting the end of heat
Especially in our abode without frequent electricity.

Now I am happy the rain is coming
I feel its arrival and the preparations from the sky
I know the end to unending heat is at hand
I look forward to the gentle rain of nature.

Alas! the rain decided to arrive
But with a furious anger against my expectations
I thought I will have a gentle sleep as it comes
I laid awake asking for God’s help to mitigate the damage.

My house is flooded neat and simple
My fence has fallen flat on its belly
My uncompleted building was bamboozled with debris
Angry rain came with a tormenting wind to my home.

God of Nature, please be gentle with us
Rain we want, storm we abhor
Breeze we desire, angry wind we detest
Strong winds go away fast and fast
Gentle rains come to us, this we want,
My home is flooded, my wall has fallen
Angry rain, depart from our community for ever.  

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Friday, April 24, 2015

WHO WILL HELP ME BUILD MY WALL?

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Gently the rain started with ease
Gradually the rain became angry
Step by step the rain shouted its arrival
On his right hand a companion of angry winds.

A torrential downpour of just fifty minutes
The foundation of my house was much shaken
At a stage I shouted ‘Blood of Jesus’
Pleading with angry nature, not to carry my house away.

It looks the elements heard my prayers,
The rain stopped for a little period of time
I then stepped outside and felt an open space
My fence had fallen, my home was flooded.

Who will help me build my wall?
If I am a politician, I will ask for help
Friends of politics would have lined my pockets
I would have plenty of money to replace and rebuild.
Alas! I am not a politician hence no political donations.

Who will help me build my home?
If I were to be a royal I would have shouted
The subjects would have responded with passion
To build a new home of better beauty
Alas! I am not a royal and have no subjects

Who will help me build my fallen wall?
When I am an ordinary citizen of my nation
Who do I turn to for help? Where do I look for assistance?
…..the heavens for hope of glory
The unseen hands that brought the rains
The unseen power that heralded nature’s arrival

The great one that created the wind
The gentle breeze and the angry winds
The creator of the angry waters and the simple streams
Unto Him I will call for help
To help raise back my fallen walls
That was damaged by the angry waters and strange winds.

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Thursday, April 16, 2015

BRING BACK OUR GIRLS- ALIVE!




 BRING BACK OUR GIRLS – ALIVE!
Innocent looking and fearful in hearts
Our girls found themselves in the den of the heartless
They came to their lovely citadel of knowledge
With a mission sinister to acknowledge
The youths in their hundreds were attacked
In fears they acknowledged the realities attached.

Bring Back our Girls Alive
They are not criminals around
Innocent girls in search of education and wisdom
Innocent youths with hopes and aspirations of greatness
Please take note that our girls are sacred
Don’t defile the sacredness of God’s creation.

Bring Back Our Girls Alive
Boko Haram even if you have a grudge
Not against innocent souls being kidnapped
Not against peasant countrymen and women of our nation
Not against the common man living in penury
Not supposed to be against your fellow countrymen.

Bring Back Our Girls –Alive!
God is great enough to fight for Himself
Don’t fight on behalf of God
He is capable to do His own thing
Or are you fighting for something else?
Your way is deviating from God’s sympathizers.

Bring Back Our Girls – Alive!
Our appeal requires a quick response.


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Friday, April 10, 2015

MID-MORNING CALL- A CALL FOR HELP!

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The call came through my phone
The voice…my friend’s wife
Sobbing and weeping over the cellular
“Our home has been destroyed by storm”

I replied I will visit very later
But now, I’m busy licking my own wounds
As the storm had been my guests too
And my compound a debris of a hill.

Later, I visited and my mouth was opened uncovered
Shock of devastation, mountain of debris
This calamity surpasses mine over and over
This storm carried away his roof to unknown village.

As my friend was licking his wounds
Wondering where to start again without a job
Savings of many years to erect a structure
Now laid flat on its belly to its foundations.

Then we noticed a procession passing off the street
Coming from the cemetery to plant human bodies
The victims of the rampaging storm of the day
My friend and I started thanking God for His grace.

If there is life there is a sure hope
We thank God for his mercies above
At least we lost property not our souls
We will bounce back sooner or later we’re full of hope. 
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Thursday, January 29, 2015

OUR POLITICIANS ARE BEGGING FOR OUR VOTES

Now they come back to us a begging
Our political masters are pleading
They want our votes now again
Yet we are considering our pains and gains.

Our politicians are begging for our votes
We are jotting down promises in our notes
We remember the plenty promises of old
We are tired of hoping for elusive Eldorado.

We opened the newspapers for their offers
Instead we were bombarded with their daggers
Abusive pages full of character assassinations
Our politicians putting tension on our nation.

Regional warlords are having a field day
Promising Armageddon if the King is dethroned
Yet a part of the estate in the upside part is getting decayed
By the terror merchant using the name of God.

Our politicians are begging for our votes
Our votes are clamoring for justice
Our hopes are asking for equity
Let us rebuild this falling home with our votes.



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OUR POLITICIANS ARE BEGGING FOR OUR VOTES

Now they come back to us abegging
Our political masters are pleading
They want our votes now again
Yet we are considering our pains and gains.

Our politicians are begging for our votes
We are jotting down promises in our notes
We remember the plenty promises of old
We are tired of hoping for elusive eldorados.

We opened the newspapers for their offers
Instead we were bombarded with their daggers
Abusive pages full of character assasinations
Our politicians putting tension on our nation.

Regional warlords are having a field day
Promising Ammagadon if the King is dethroned
Yet a part of the estate in the upside part is getting decayed
By the terror merchant using the name of God.

Our politicians are begging for our votes
Our votes are clamouring for justice
Our hopes are asking for equity
Let us rebuild this falling home with our votes.



Wednesday, April 17, 2013

ODDS OF RAIN SEASON

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Cool rains, gentle breeze
Torrential rains, harbingers of storm,
One is loved, the other is feared
Raining season has come with both gifts of nature.

We love the coolness, we detest the fiery elements
The one we love we miss, the one we hate we got
How come these damages heralding the rain season?
God of Nature, calm your angers and give us cool and gentle rain.
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