As a Child

March 25, 2026March 21, 2026Leave a comment

When I was a child
I knew Jesus
From the book of Bible stories
The Son of a carpenter
Yet, I never saw the furniture his father made
“Jehovah’s Witness” was the only witness who told me about his realness
The Holy Spirit was a Figure
No one could really figure
No matter the figure of speech you use.

I thought the blood of Jesus was Coca-Cola
Because it tasted like the drink they shared during communion
I wish they gave us one full loaf of bread and 5 litres of wine
But those Reverend fathers are always stingy with the blood and body of Christ
Something that He gave us for free

Then
I gave my life to Christ
My mind blew like volcano eruptions
I heard about Trinity in one personality
The Holy Spirit that had no figure
Is a being to me
We could speak to each other
He could lead and show me things to come
The revelations were so much that I passed out
Only to realise I fell under the anointing

Now
I’ve grown to realise that
I never really knew Jesus as a child
But now I know him
As He is, so am I in this World
Truly,
Maturity is not based on the number of years you’ve got
But the depth of understanding
You have about God

King Uwe
©2026

“Sleep… try dey rest”

March 24, 2026March 25, 2026Leave a comment

Sleep, no be the kind wey NEPA take light, force you enter,
but the one wey come when wahala finally agree, come raise hand up like Lagos Agbero.

I dey rest for my papa chest, always.
No be sometimes.
No be only when things dey soft like Agege bread.
Na Always.

When my mind dey run like last bus for CMS,
when tomorrow dey shout my name pass danfo conductor from afar,
I just press my head for Him chest
where heartbeat dey sound like talking drum,
E steady pass river… e no dey rush.

I no dey struggle night again.
I no dey fight darkness.
I leave am for Him hand.
Make Him do security while my soul dey on DND.

Because Him arms long pass my fears.
Muscle wey strong pass my regrets.
Na soft work for am
Only am dey pass all the questions wey life never answer.

For here, faith dey commot for life support.
Hope dey on chilling
And peace,
peace don finally reach house.

So sleep,
You sef, try dey rest for Him bosom.
Always.

UbdaPoet
©2026

Post Espionage I

March 23, 2026March 25, 2026Leave a comment

Eyes closed, lips sealed, not a ‘who goes’
Formerly a Mr. ‘Find me on my ten toes’
There’s no coughing in the coffin, everyone knows
No need to owe too when the wind blows.

Fingers locked in stoicism claw at inertia
Feet defeated by the space between death and forever
Formerly an Alpha but the issue is who issued you your designation
No tomorrow truly kills he who dies daily.

Tears offered tear grace from the eye of reason
True sons sit in sorrow and forget the Risen
Former systems kneel, but a human feels
No pretense is defense enough for life’s meals
No sensation summarizes how this life feels
In the end, what’s left will be what’s real.

Walking Dead but I’m living in Christ
That’s my mansion
Alter calls I answered thrice
Now I walk with God
Heavenly Receptionist, I reply with The Word
Stranger Things have walked this earth
Given free rein
Who the Son sets free walks a free reign
Ka-anyi ju No. 8 if the 7th virgin carried extra oil
Or carry extra oil so the foolish praise the Lord

Yeah I let the scriptures warp my world view
And snuck into the parties that the King of Kings threw
So pardon me for laughing but I have the Lord’s view
And I will be rejoicing when I’m saying ‘Adieu’.

Godzniel
©2026

Sleep

March 22, 2026March 25, 2026Leave a comment

When Isaiah spoke,
He often sounded like the other iahs.
Painted pictures of God’s different characters, his love the pariah.
God starts with an oasis closes with a tsunami
Therein the opposites that posits an army trained by Moses.

“We learn”
From those we believe to be competent,
They gather us into the last four of the last line
Each opening his own door as a life line
Queues begin to form a long line
Lines forming sects strapped with their own 9s
Death tolls increasing from our own hands
We no longer see the people since we’re blinded by the light,
Saul of Tarsus.
But if to each his own delight then how can each still claim to be preaching Jesus?

Listen.

We’ll know to whom you truly listen.
When the wind blows.
When the wave a hundred and eighty kilometers crashes into your windpipe.
We will learn from how you breathe.

We will see,
If your fleshy bloody organ goes a thumping fast.
Or if you’ll wake with dull eyes that mimicks the weather
Stare into the judging face of the _nayers_
Eyes glinting like Pegasus
Pull your sword apart
Unflinching cos you were sheathed, and your source never from you depart
Calmly do your part,
“Peace be still”

And go back to sleep.

ucTruth
©2026

Waiter

February 8, 2026February 8, 2026Leave a comment

Lord, I lack the sadness needed to be straightforward
Some who know the facts will shrug like, ‘This Coward!’
But I only send these scream-shots to you
I will alley-oop my cares to you,
Lord, you are calm and veto
Encore, until I’m Phillip’d to a new location

Lord, I lack the angst to call storms a problem
What I ask for Lord is grace to be ardent
Grace to be fervent, you are my extent
Straightened by the Word, I recall when I was hell-bent
And if you weren’t backing us up, we’d be fronting
Joking
And all the whole being eaten while your mercy kept us breathing – Ahhhhh

Lord, I…
Look to you when I count my trophies
Souls you snatched out the fire
How can coals be riches?
I rely on your plan, but this path is treacherous

Niel,
Learn to close your eyes and let the silence permeate
Babies bring immense joy, but they’ll make you wait
Now relate, to how you ghost and resurrect at your behest
If I’m patient with my kids, you should copy and paste
Love them like I love you
Sacrifice and pray too
Let no taste deceive you
Let your mercy shine through
And when they annoy you, while saying they love you
Do that thing that I do
Give their good a good zoom

And wait…

Lord, I lack the nonchalance for this
Then feel; walk the storm and let the water mix
I told you long ago that My grace is more than enough for this
Ha!
Watch and pray and do not faint to this
The joy has developed so you have all the strength to love through this

Diss
Oh! to slash my way through all of this
But I know your way is better, so I’ll wait for it
Cook this story how you please
Ease, never was among your promises
After all, you’re with me land, air or seas
You send your word and Ctrl-A-Del disease
And you know the whole path from the start of each
I will wait, Lord, your whisper is enough wings

Godzniel
© 2026

Fear of Freedom

February 7, 2026February 8, 2026Leave a comment

Free will can be God’s will

But Lucy in his craft has created customs and traditions that keep you caged

Maya knows why the caged bird sings

It sings of freedom that comes alive only in dreams

It sings of power and triumph over wickedness

Wickedness dressed in fear’s fashion label

The sophisticated fear of being seen or known

The colour blocking fear for tomorrow

The conventional fear of being disagreeable

Or just the casual fear of leaving your comfort zone

If only the caged bird could stop romanticising her cage long enough to pick the lock

Nobody wants to hear the shrill tune of deep sorrowful lyrics

Action speaks louder than songs

It will fall before it learns how to fly again

The free fall, an exercise of its free will because it knows God’s will

And even if it falls to the ground, the few seconds of living is better than an eternity of letting life pass by.

Live!

Nothing will happen

The worst that could happen is death

And to die is gain

Cough and Breakfast

January 28, 2026February 8, 2026Leave a comment

The next trip was a fall, but I lacked ground
How could I be grounded, being born in the Most High?
How could I be so high when the lowly are close to the Lord’s eye
I know why
I know why I would cry
I know why, no matter what I said, I was unheard
Because no man, no matter how female she is, was born to be prayed to

The hills didn’t heal me, though I climbed up the rungs of wrong rights
Wrong rites, yes, because everything is part of a ritual to make you rich in something
Reach for something
Sum things up and find the difference between breathing and being alive.

But I forgot…

I forgot the lessons the lashes had whipped into my health
I forgot that I couldn’t get new life from the words death spelt
Life had to die just to give death Life
Tell another man’s cake to avoid my knife

The next trip was a fall, but I’m a flying thunder god
Kuchiyose Arome sermons, I sank in Word
Water’s still the best reply to artless mud
Affidavit in the heavens with my new name
Only thing I really lack is enough shame
But I forgot all that once the trip started
If you knew your Delilah, would you stick the chicks prescribed
Or let your cock crow while avoiding getting haircuts?

I forgot…

But the Spirit is soul-syrup and dinner for two
And the pawn becomes a Knight in Ephesians Six Armour
Pilgrim-steeze, and abundant life is the final destination
Soldier Boy, tell them where your heart is hidden

Make me stronger, Lord
To say no to yeye
Take my heart away
Hide it where they cannot steal it
Where they cannot break it

The next trip…

Godzniel
© 2026