Red Candle

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There is a deep sorrow in our soul
So diabolical too painful to be told
Our shame coupled with our fears
Shall we run or shall we be defiant
Shall we stay
Shall we pray
Or shall we bow
Maybe when you’re done killing us all
Maybe, just maybe, we shall serve your god.

Our town is littered with corpses
Friends we use to know, hands we use to hold
Our buildings turned into ashes
Where our service use to hold
Next to the school we use to go
So shall we run or shall we be defiant
Shall we stay
Shall we pray
Or shall we bow
Maybe when you’re done killing us all
Maybe, just maybe, we shall serve your god.

She use to be our girl, the world joined to sing our sorrows
Only for a time, before she got tired
Hope was birthed, everyday we hoped to see her tomorrow
We don’t know how long we shall grieve, there are no more tears to drop
So shall we run or shall we be defiant
Shall we stay
Shall we pray
Or shall we bow
Maybe when you’re done killing us all
Maybe, just maybe, we shall serve your god.

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Speak Lord

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Speak Lord, I am listening
Speak Lord, I am listening
Since time began you’ve spoken
You’ve whispered in tokens
Your voice has been still and small
But we’ve been distracted by winds sky tall
The lightening that split the sky up
The thunder that loudly roared
The inferno that raged
And earth as it quaked
You are not there.

You are the voice that gently nudges
The whisper that calmly urges
You’re the peace that blow in us as a breeze the answer we need
You give utterance to the Word on pages.

Speak Lord, I am listening
Speak Lord, I am listening
I will no longer seek you in the dramatic
I won’t search for you in the drum rolls and heavy clapping
Not in the bright light and speaker blasting
I shall seek and find you in silence on my knees.

Speak Lord, I am listening.

Distant Relatives

This is to my brother my mother never had
An impressive gentleman, a courageous young lad
Who embraced me when I was in despair
My shattered self-esteem he with his words helped repair

From you I learnt to unlearn all I’ve learned only to learn again with fresh perspective
I have became a better man, a better writer, a better thinker all thanks to you
You spoke your mind with the courage of a lion
You ironed out difference sagely, dude, you such an icon

I’m amazed at your sagacity, your emotion and logic are well balanced
You taught me to know when to fight and when to run was the best option

But like most men you are two-faced
The part I loath has floored the part of you I love
The stories of your clandestine affairs
The way you jibed at other people’s business like you got yours together
Or the way you blaspheme at the church and her bridegroom
It sends heavy punches to my gut so that I start to choke
For it was under my heart and my heart started to fail me
For the church and Christ, are my pipeline to breathe

This note is a guilt-write-up for how I went awol
I promise this is not jettisoning our friendship
This is the solution
This is me caught between choosing my God or my bro
I choose God!
No more poisoning my spirit
I don’t want anymore of this dirt on my soul.

Your humour still echo in my head
Your deep voice still screams at me when I’m illogical
Big bro, till we see again
Maybe I will be stronger to take your punches at my gut
Maybe I will be anointed enough to prove to you that God is alive

But till then, we shall be distant relatives
I shall reminiscence on good times spent together
I shall deeply love you from afar.
Peace!

Next Level

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Aren’t we dreamers with God’s portent oil to keep us moving
Aren’t we content creators a replica of the greatest of creators
So let’s not stop to simmer the steam that propels us to greatness
We own our own tomorrow, we choose life or death by steps we take
Tales we embrace and truths we abase.

Go and dream and let it be big
Walk on water if you feel you’re reaching the deep
Die to yourself and awake your love for others
Give and give until you’re empty
Then rest in peace and deny the grave your gifts and treasures.