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A god
A piece of wood or stoneadorned with jewels n’ sprinkled bloodcarved into the shape of a god –the work of human hands. A mouth they have, but cannot speakEyes, but cannot see, ears but can’t hearHands they have, but cannot feelFeet, but cannot walk,… Continue Reading “A god”
Teach Me …
Teach me how to number my daysso that I may live todaynot as a bubble but fully. Teach me how to love lifeso that hourly I may composemyself to the remembrance of my maker. Teach me before my last bowthe A-B-C of transforming to… Continue Reading “Teach Me …”
Good, God!
Good, God! A word was once saidof your persecuted devotees – Christians:“Faith and virtue runs in their tribe”;conmen now man churches, they’vesold your Jesus for a new master – MoneyNaira is now Alpha and Omegacommerce, mega domes n’ elegant altersis now fad – the… Continue Reading “Good, God!”
Money is Only Paper
He’s mad,if a man is after moneylike a fugitive on the run.He’s a capitalistif he keeps itby whatever means necessary –ruining anyone solely for profit. He’s a playboyif he spends itwithout a careon booze n’ boobs.A never-do-wellif he doesn’t get itat the dint of… Continue Reading “Money is Only Paper”
My Confession
I confess with great curiosityto Nature’s intrigue and intricacyperceived in Creation’s creative workswhich I descriptive words totally lack.How could the sing-songs of a cockherald the dawn of a new day?Ants – in so harmony a pattern workyet without a president or king?How!? Celestial bodies… Continue Reading “My Confession”
Dear God
Dear God, of all the many presents you give, none is less but more importantly is your love which you give to me unselfishly – a strayed infant child.
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