Our focus creates our energies.
It acts, it spells our destinies.
Good or bad , holy or evil,
Our focus is the cause.
Estranged from God,
Descending into despair,
Unrest and faithlessness
Are all but effect of our focus.
Do not be a fool,
Suffer not unnecessary
Focus on the light
And darkness dispels.
Remember,
Your hope of glory
Keep beholding Christ.
Ugwu David C.
©2023
Life they say is full of risks
But I say more risky is this…
A life without God
We meet people everyday
Some good some bad
But all have come to play a role
Value the people in your space
For one day they will leave you
Or you will leave them
Live a life of purpose
Because after you are long gone
Your works will speak for you
Forgive others for their mistakes
You are a work in progress too
For no one is perfect
Put a smile on your face today
Don’t wait till all your teeth are fallen
For challenges come and go
Ajegbomogun Olufunke
©2021
She said I write but it is not poetic
I guess I just recognize a selling point
Point me to the past I’ll be back at it
That first day I saw Godswill
Mmm
I’m emotional I beg your pardon
The things that connect when you meet a God person
I can at least afford to pay attention
All of that bed dressing
But I am not done with the lesson
Cedars got on stage like “We are the best thing”
Masks on my wall, I forgot to call Kizi
We grew from one location
To going on tour and we’re just beginning
They tell me “Bro, one day you go blow”
I smile and bow a seed will die to grow
I could make an anthem for the kain ship
You guys make me feel so fancy
There are stories that I daren’t tell
Movies make my head swell
Eating cabbage like it’s fresh bread
Being Nigerian is a king thing
I just kill all the dread
Luck or is it grace that I’m mehd
if you don’t walk on water
You’ll be doing so soon
What you are is enough
When it’s time don’t you bloom?
Don’t you bloom?
The Nielquchi
© 2020
Hail Mary, full of Grace…
Tell mothers their children are gifts with gifts in them. Not slaves who who will give birth to more slaves.
The Lord is with you, blessed art thee…
Tell fathers the world is changing, toxic masculinity is not therapy for the trauma.
Amongst women, and blessed is the fruit…
Tell children; your parents are gods. Adore and revere them. But never be afraid to tell them how you feel or pursue your dream. Deal with your trauma before bringing another kid into this world. Honour and respect all humans equally, God is the greatest, and madu abuho chukwu.
Of your womb…
Parenting is a partnership between parents and their kids. And like all partnerships, as long as the other partner is rational enough to think, their opinion on matters that concern them should be considered, too. You can be a good man, a good woman, but if your kids are not doing well, you will be tagged a bad parent. What does it tell you? The child holds a stake in this parenting business. Consider, build and uplift them. Not entirely in the conventional way, but in the way that is convenient for you and them.
now and at the hour of our death, amen
Ice Nwa Ǹkwọ
©2020
On these knees,
My plans and pleas are placed on the infallible Rock of ages
Unswayed like trees in a tropical breeze
For I have insight and wisdom beyond the sages.
On these knees, by this night stand
I gain the strength to stand tough ordeals
Or deal with life when seemingly dealt a bad hand
For the deck is in my favor even when it’s not ideal.
On these knees, worries fall and faith rise
As the prayer call is heard and heed in the hidden.
Situations change faster than light meet the eyes
As angels rush to do my bidding.
On these knees, with these ears
His voice and will are made plain
There are no worries, there are no fears
For the lord risen from the cross he was slain.
Ini Brown
© 2020
There is a numbness in my head
A searing pain that threatens to strip me of my sanity
And blur my senses of whatever hold on life they have left
So much that my hands cannot thump my chest
Cannot allow me to say it is alright and that I have help within
Groaning out to remind me of who I am and why there’s life in me, but I scream
The numb becomes a pain that only allows me see the trauma
And bitterness and anger I carried for so long
That I could not forgive myself because of
And has now taken control of who I am
The numb has spread to my fingers
I cannot touch my face, to feel the life that lives in me
Cannot feel the warmth on my skin
The blood that flows through my veins
I stagger backwards and I feel a panic rising in my chest
Up to my windpipe threatening to come out through my mouth and when it does
I gasp for air, for a breath
I steady myself by a wall and with wide eyes I take deep breaths
Swallowing as much as I can force down then the tears come
Willingly, patiently, next they become sobs, loud
Choking sobs and in that moment I feel the life seep out of me
Slowly, without a fight and my legs, weak, throb
Throb so bad I can no longer stand so I slide down while hugging myself
It is not going to be alright
It won’t be alright until I see the help right within me
Silently saying ‘it’s okay’ all the while I was fighting with myself
Telling me to stop and allow him fight because my defenses are down
With the numbness and pain
But I could not see it because I took my eyes off him and focused on me
My pain, my panic, my hurt and so it’s not going to be alright
Until I stop fighting alone
IFIOKABASI OKOP
© 2019
Christ a poet 