A day meant for rest,
Unveils the busy days of the week.

Holy at light,
Wild at dusk.

The beginning of a new week,
Ignorantly referred to as weekend.

Unites occasionally with the cloud to hold back the sun,
Even though it is called SUN-DAY.

One evening, while playing chess, my papa said to me:
“Tom, be SERIOUS;
Tom, be RESPONSIBLE ;
Tom, be a MAN;
Tom, you mates are GETTING AHEAD OF YOU.”
I was really touched,
And his words got me determined,
But I misunderstood his counsel.
I searched for an easy way to be all he wanted me to be,
I finally got an idea,
And I executed it asap.
I found this pretty lady,
I asked her out just to fulfill it all.
She liked me too,
She would do anything for me.
She said yes.
We were in a SERIOUS relationship,
I was later RESPONSIBLE for her pregnancy,
I was happy to BE A MAN,
I was finally AHEAD OF SOME OF MY MATES .
I felt fulfilled.
I was happy with my achievements.
It looked very simple to me.
I went to Papa and relayed it all to him.
I was very surprised,
When he slapped me in the face.
I could not but wonder why I was slapped.
I was made to leave his house,
And everybody told me I was an idiot.
I later realized I misunderstood papa’s counsel.
I agreed with them all I was an idiot.
The baby is coming soon,
The mother has been chased out,
I had told her my papa would be happy,
So we decided to keep it,
Not knowing I would be thrown out too.
Here we are in the cold night,
Looking for where to rest our heads,
Hoping our people will forgive us,
Praying the kid survives.

 

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(Eyes closed)So I remember,The beginning of it all.When we sat long that night.You moved close to me and kissed me good night,With the cheer smile, bright,When our lips met, my heart melt.Libby, chilly, ran through my spines,Love, that all I hear,Your tongue in my teeth,Trust I heard.I wouldn’t bite you even if am not concentrating.Am Committed, I heard it wide, and clear,You are into me as I am into you.And the smile,Yeah she looked away; and smiled, I saw the dimple-blush from the middle of the fingers covering your face.I read those words, love all over the place;every pixel of your face.You didn’t open your mouth but you spoke loud and clear,My eyes were closed,My inner eyes and my inner ears were active.I heard and saw it all.The silence,Smile,Shy.I knew just the response to everything you said within.My response to them all is “I love you too.”

His BIRTH,

Our JOY.

His DEATH,

Our Hope.

His RESURRECTION,

Our VICTORY.

The cotton is torn

An end to the killing of animals,

An end to the shedding of blood.

A direct access to the maker,

An adoption by God from slaves to sons.

Freedom from the accuser,

Freeloaded off the restorer.

Liberty to all who believes,

Librated through the blood.

The wages of sin paid off,

Through the death of the saint.

A guiltless man,

A death like of a criminal.

What love he has for us,

What peace we enjoy.

Salvation free,

Sort with Christ.

The price is paid.

How cherished and loved,

How destructive.

Music in the ears of the rich,

Lyric in the mouth of the poor.

The root of all evil,

The saints long for.

Eases living,

Never easy to come by.

Distributed unequally,

Wanted by all means.

Satisfies not,

Wanted the more.

Chooses where to dwell,

Looses out at any point.

Drains down from the pool of a fool,

Rains and finds an abode with the wise.

A blessing,

But a restrictor.

I felt cold seeing the sight,

And everywhere quiet.

I never knew when I gave myself a bite,

Coz I was not ready for a fight.

I begged heaven for light,

For I was caught in the scary night,

With an object which wore the colour “white”.

Unfortunately, the light was on a flight.

The object moved in great might,

And I held my pillow so tight.

Remembering the tent was located in my site,

I felt an urge of right,

But as I tried regaining my stamina for a fight,

Suddenly, everywhere became bright,

And there I was in a state of delight,

Seeing the scary object was my kite.

THE DOOM OF THE WICKED

You desire the downfall of other men,
Your wickedness keeps pushing you until you are fulfilled.
You rejoice at your evil deeds.
Your time of doom has come.
The night is gone and the light is here,
No more would your wickedness pave way for you.
You shall try but fail,
Your deeds of old shall be exposed,
No more would your tongue whark against men.
In shame you shall depart from this world.
Only your family shall mourn you out of pity.
The ground would wish it could reject your body.
Your history shall be painted black.
The world shall rejoice at your departure.
Books of history shall be opened of you.
These books shall be titled “THE DOOM OF THE WICKED.”