We The Thomas

​We look beyond the curtain of logic

Certain that faith is the answer we seek…

We, who once reeked of depravity;

The ultimate gravity that governed us.

We listen to their testimony of victory

From the damnation we all once wore;

Our long lost core — sons of disobedience

Our grand patrons…

He heard of the call to come and

Drink freely from life giving water

The identity that our belly now carried…

We became little Thomas;

Come as you are we see as a deception…

We came and still doubted,

Denied the life we received more than Peter

We litter this new haven with perdition story…

But He waits still to clear our head

Of the effect the drug we bought from Lucy’s store years back

And open our eyes to the beauty we are

Which words fall short of

UNMASKED by Kingsley Ohakwe

He feeds strength to my vigourating weakness

And light to my luminating darkness

Feeds my worry filled organs with humour

Shielded in his grace, he is my unseen armour

Defiled laws to keep me undefiled

Defined laws which were undefined

Brings the gold out of this dust, to no longer keep me unrefined.

Fed salvation unclad

The road to my mansion is untarred

Though the devil seems undeterred

The flames in hell do not retard

Mountains wax down in his presence

The whole living still can’t comprehend his ominipresence

Sole being in history that has the remote to the future and present

Souls living in misery, he took out of dark corners where the smell is loud and pungent;

With evil as its paints

Placing them on a cloud of scent

Sing with the crowd of saints.

He kept my fears under my pillow, thats why they are suffocated before I wake

The earth may quake

But the hymen of his word knows no break

A life staked for billions sake

A stripe healed more than a billion mistake

Into skin, himself he baked

Our sins he raked, caked and  devoured

Beside the Almighty in heaven, was his to take.


I have never been comfortable with the idea of being just fine…

Of putting on plastic smiles and shaded eyes that hide the painful truth that this is the life I am travailing through

Of repeatedly saying fine to this one question to dam the waters of pain trying to burst its way through the facade, the false ads, damn it all to hell, these three word courtesy is hell to my ears.

Nobody cares, nobody listens, nobody’s there, why break a glisten? Listen!

Listen to my heart giving my ribs a beating and hear my eyes scream with every pound and every pound just in time to remind me, I’m still alive, still alone, my face still with that smile and the world still idly moving along.

Break in, break in to my thoughts and tell me its going to be okay, that I can take these turns, that I can fight these wars, that I can act all I want and you will still know when all I just need is a hug.

I know it is dark around you too but I hear a candle looses nothing in lighting another…

Just look around you I’m there, reach for me, I am near, you could be my hakuna matata, if you would only look beyond what you see, you could be my hakuna matata if you would only see beyond my mascara.

You know you are right about me, I’m just a selfish, ignorant cry baby with a low self esteem complex but if the world was filled with only people like you, is that all I’d ever be?

You say God is love but how am I to believe this if you don’t let me see Him in you, if you don’t let me see His love through you?

So yes I am not fine, don’t be asking me how I am if you are not prepared to listen for the truth through my lips or otherwise. Just know this, you might be my last chance at seeing the light. I just hope I don’t die in the dark. I just hope I don’t die in the dark!


By Ezeonyeka Godswill