One Down

Blindness from birth is a blessing compared to sudden loss of sight
The knowledge of colours and shades lost
Just become memories gradually fading away
Leaving a vacuum of nothingness yearning to be filled
But never to be filled

Love lost is beautiful
Though love found is more beautiful
Love never felt is nothingness
Love lost can be brooded over, cried over and reminisced over
Love lost can be found when searched
But love never felt has neither silver nor rainbow lining

Certain unnatural emotions are prayed for
Emotions involving hours of baring oneself in tears and strange languages
Of longings unexplainable, yet knowledge immeasurable
Of completeness and confidence in found identity
Such emotions defy conventional theories
It blooms from walk by faith not love at sight
People unfortunate to not have felt such emotions drool when they hear of colours and shades and rainbow linings
Of longings yet completeness

But they’d have to hear
People that felt but lost become shadows of themselves
Because they prayed
They prayed not to go a day without Jesus
They prayed not to take a breath without him
The moment they started getting cold
Their breathing became impaired
Their days became empty and gloomy
They knew they needed warmth
They knew a prayer has been answered
One down
Many more to go


(c) 2018


Terms and Conditions

Being a part of your dice
Being a part of your coin
Being a path to your routes
Is not a pact I’m willing to make
An option out of an ocean is not an option
Only an ‘A’ and all of the ‘above’
No subjective but objective
Because your answer should be subject to nothing
No multiple choice but double choice
‘Me’ and ‘only me’
A dog never comes back to his vomit
So if you drive past
Keep going because your will be allotted soon enough
Never think you are irreplaceable
Don’t get too comfortable
Don’t on and off on me
Be a constant power supply
Or I’ll buy a generator
Thank God for MTN box inverter
Before you come up with ‘too busy’
Know it’s too easy to find someone who’s not ‘too busy’
I love you
But I’m only human
I’ll stay with you if you’ll with me

– Woke man

Being a part of your life
Being a path to your goals
Making a path to the father
Keeping my pact to love you
Is my plan from time immemorial
No application to access my application
Just log in with name: Believer
And password: Believer
I’ll never lock you out
You’ll have unlimited data access
If for any reason you log out
I’ll still be there
If new application surface and you want to try out
I’ll still be here
When they crash…
They eventually do
I’ll be here
I give eternal assurance so be at peace
My love for you is not dependent on you
So don’t, do, on, off, go, stay
I’ll still love you
If I were a man, I’d be worse than your mugu
Because come what may, I’ll be here
Ask and it shall be given unto you
I speak tears amongst other languages including silence and moaning
So feel free to cry in our conversations
I’ll translate
When your pains turn into moans
I’ll understand
When silence is all you can afford
I’ll still hear your unspoken words
Dating me, I promise, will be exciting and stress free
From parts, I will be your whole
I’ll make you capable of emotions you only dream of
Lovely outbursts of various shades
From path to your goals
I will be your goal
Just say ‘yes’ already



(c) 2018


Your heels are cracked
And journey untracked
You can’t retrace your steps
And so into more misery you step
Each turn leads to different tunnels
The torns you encounter a lesson
But the essence of lessons are lost
When there are no opportunities to retreat

So further you go into the woods
Waiting for salvation, deliverance
Little did you know that the well
You just discovered will dry up by morning
Your sanity is threatened
And so you become a church
And your priest
Take therefore no thought for the morrow

Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof’
But the evil is too much for one day
The human says
Back and forth
The priest proposes
The human opposes
It is well
Such a lousy cliche

Human more a realist than the priest
However you can’t let him win
Your life depends on his loss
You bet what you have not on your Priest
Flipping pages and making incantations
This is no mini war
Your life depends on it
Through the tug of war

You add more power to your Priest’s line
Pushes and pulls
Until the line is crossed
And its your Priest lying on his back
And just then
You knew you would survive


(c) 2018


The story ends the same
No dime for this prediction
Inadvertently, the head remains on top
Experience is not the best teacher
Perhaps this next person will be different
Too sweet not be swept off
Way different from my last mistake
But mistakes come in different shades of grey
Some shades more obvious than others
Nevertheless, this may be a lighter shade of grey

You’ll need brooms and mobs
It has been a while this heart was used
The key hole rusty and needs lubrication
The key dumped in a dump of keys
So Mister, I hope you are as patient as you claim
Trail begins and as my drum of key reduces
And his drum of sweat increases
Alas the keys exhaust and no one fits
You must have missed the right key
In no particular order
Frustrated ransack unfolds
My heart hurts from this careless handling
I can’t blame you for meeting a rusty heart
I understand you tried
You are only human

A ban to avoid a rebound
But I wouldn’t wanna let a good man go
So let’s go
You look skilled and smart
Are those tools for picking locks
Because keys don’t unlock my heart
That smirk on your face shows you know your way around
A tweak here and there
Alas, this is the very first time I’ll be accessed this fast
But you didn’t unlock a gold mine
You unlocked a dumpster
Grab that broom Mister left
Hold on
Your eyes are teary
The wheezing sound you are making
You can’t be here
Go get some air
It’s not your fault you are asthmatic
I understand you tried
You are only human

Some time to mourn
That’s the end
Then tagged along a real man
Not flashy like the rest
But it’s high time I switched tastes
Big rough hands can surely clear this dumpster
You won’t be needing a broom
Grab a rake let’s get to work
The filth makes me sick
A lot of baggage I have to carry around
It leaves no space for inhabitants
Raise the table, revenge
Raise the cushions, pain
Keep raising, keep discovering
Why are you jumpy
Why is your heart racing
Oh you hate crawling things
How would you not expect mice and likes in a place like this
I’ll spare you
I understand you tried
You are only human

Don’t seat there and judge me
I would clean myself if my eyes can see my back
This is where the journey ends
But hold on
I hear of an invisible superhero
I’m not one to see marvel comics
But they say he’s justice league summed up and more
There’s nothing to lose so why not
After introduction
We kick off chatting
The first thing he tells me, I love you
You must be fast and furious
Be turbo for a while
Day after day he proves it
When I throw my tantrums, he stays
When mice and likes run past, he stays
He doesn’t mind staying in my dumpster
But with each conversation we have, nuisances disappear
His words are vacuum cleaner
Systematically he sucks up the dirt
Plants flowers and have butterflies dance around
All trash that keep me down is gone
Now I fly
Where humans fail, the invisible superhero thrives
I understand he wins
He was human, now God!


(c) 2018

A REPLY TO The REPLY (sequel to Questions for the atheist…)

The book says be wise
I say be stupid only the clear sighted can see
The things of the spirit are stupidity to the common man
A common man you are

Haven’t you read? No you haven’t
You are a common man

At 12 Jesus understood more
More than the Jewish scholars

A survey was conducted
For entrance into Nebuchad’s university
Criteria being voraciousness in reading

Sensibility, versatility, and goodlooks
Four were chosen, The Judah brothers

Ten times wiser
Wiser than the skilled magicians and wise astrologers in the realm
To labor we don’t relent
Luke the doctor cured
Peter the fisherman fished
Like sand on earth

Chosen from the earth’s corners
From tax collection, to politics
It’s been passed down, call it old stories
Our manual the holy book

You haven’t read of course
You are a common man

A little sleep, a little slumber
And poverty will invade
So we work like the ants

‘Cos you haven’t read
You are a common man
We are scholars
Commanded to study for approval
Our differences here thereof

Happy ants with bountiful harvest
At poor yield we rejoice
At plenty yield we are thankful
My attitude is positive
You can’t fathom that

In your basket holes are seen
I see style instead
They see the water you can’t hold
I see the slices you can hold
Can you live like that?

We find love in the furnace
Strength in difficulties
Boldness in dark alleys
Much hope on family and friends you have
But humans are undependable
They disappoint, They die

Ever heard the song ‘it is well’?

The artiste hoped and hoped
but an atheist would have given up
Severe case of depression


There lies our stupidity
It lies in innate happiness
It lies in faith and hope
Stay logical common man
We are comfortable
’cause our Savior is a comforter.

Questions for the atheist…


How do you do it?
When the sky is dark
And the storm is harsh
When your spirit is down
And your heart is heavy
When vicissitudes are much
And your ups are downs

How do you do it?
When the sound of music
Holds no worship
Devoid of passion
Have you ever felt it
Sobs of songs
Sobs of passion
Where do you turn to?
When you can’t go on
The odds are against you
The future looks bleak
When death strikes
And your confidant is gone

What do you hang on to?
Your eternity holds no hope
Just space
How do you do it?
Thinking you evolved
Such a pity
No gratefulness

What gives you joy?
Sighting the green trees and their lush fruits
the sea and the blue skies
the rain and the sun
And there is no omnipotence

How do you know it?
The larger than life itself
The uncertainties and mishaps
Hanging by a thread
When money can’t help
And love isn’t the answer

What do you do?
Is it worth it?
Being logical and calculative
When your burdens can be cast
And your heart can be peaceful
Be stupid and happy
Not logical and blue.

-Chidimma Nnagbo


Thoughts of a spirit led Man about a woman.

Spirit led Man:
The lord wasn’t economical when he created this lady.
The curves are in the right proportions and the face is refreshing.
I’ll look past the outwards and gain an insight of the insides, bearing in mind the dangers of a single story.
So am taking a tour into a country called the Republic of a womania.
I’m taking off from her “home” state and it happens to be a very peaceful state where the government are present to provide security and protection.
I’ll go through the next state called upbringing, right into the doctrine state which happens to be the western part of the country.
I will then head for the South where the states named fears, weaknesses, strengths and threats are located.
After that I’ll be left with the North where the ‘past” state is situated.
It’s irrelevant anyway so I may skip it except am called to do a special assignment there.
But after my tour I will settle in the capital state called “heart” state where the love for God flourishes.

i will not stop for anything, till i get to the part of her where God reigns supreme.thinking

-Nnagbo Chidimma


I saw Christ sometime ago in England
Man was on a well cut designers suit
His cuff links and kerchief suits
The accentuation of the rich fabric soothes
He was slick and sharp looking
Shoes glittered like tiny stars in the heavenlies
A perfect match for his suave manners.

I saw Christ some time ago in Detroit
He was on denim jeans and a large polo
His shoes brought hallelujah to my lips
Casual sneakers with canvas toes cap
With sequin detail and metal stud trim
His watch of course was blings blinking
Perfect for a street preacher

I saw Christ sometime ago in Nigeria
He was on blemish free agbada
Distinctively wide shouldered gown
Flowing in dignity
With each raise of the hand comes style
His cap pointed at the apex with base V-shaped
Perfect for incarnating the spirit into folk’s lives

I met Christ sometime ago in Congo
He was hungry and tired
His stomach was the size of a pregnant lass
His neck was the size of the giraffe’s
Although black his skin was transparent
His large eyes sunken and moist
His hair curly from unkemptness

I am Christ
I wouldn’t join my body with a slut
‘cause that’s breath-choking illegal
I wouldn’t be caught wearing pieces and strands
‘cause that’s heart-wrecking erroneous
Fallacies will be far away from my lips
Swear words, coarse and dirty jokes alike
‘cause my words are life and double edged
I wouldn’t be caught nodding on Drake’s beats
Nor twisting to Beyounce’s tunes
My playlist would have nothing to do with Trey songs
‘cause I live only to glorify God and impact positively.

I am Christ
I live with that consciousness
So I eat like Christ would , silently
I speak like Christ would, deeply
I act like Christ would, graciously
I smile like Christ would, amazingly
I dance like Christ would, stylishly
I preach like Christ would, radically
I love like Christ would, unconditionally
I share in Christ’s suffering , steadfastly

-Nnagbo Chidimma