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.”

I felt so bad growing up as a Nigerian

The national anthem I found difficult reciting

Issues pertaining to politics I had no interest for

I was simply dead to my environment (country)

But then

In my regrets something sank deep into my mind

What is the reason for my existence?

Nothing good, they say, comes so easily

Do I also end my life without imparting my nation?

God forbids it!

My regrets I converted into an opportunity to rebuild my nation

To revive it

To reunite my people

Only then did I discover something

This dream cannot be one-man oriented

It is a contributive effort

Arise Nigerians!

Arise to your obligation

Every man’s purpose must influence his nation

Wakeup and stop dreaming

This is the time to come together as one

Being people of integrity

Burying our differences

Is our diversity no longer our heritage?

It is time we changed our negative beliefs about this country

Aiming at one thing

The progress, growth and greatness of Nigeria. God bless Nigeria!

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Have you thought of sleeping one day and never waking up?

Has it ever occurred to you, you may never return home from where you are heading to?

Have you ever seen death face to face but mysteriously, it never got to take your life?

Have you ever been in a situation that scares you, but you walked out unhurt?

Have you ever thought of who’s been protecting you?

Do you remember to thank him?

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton