Do you know you’re my jewel and the apple of my eyes?
Do you know you’re strong and full of might?
So when you’re faced with the devil and he pushes you to compromise
Don’t give in to his schemes
Because to you, the devil is not a roaring Lion but just a pathetic mice.
Princess Pirinye
©2021
These fleshy hunger pangs, could leave the mind blind.
Quite often the seeds the word since sowed, get crushed because I’m on my grind.
“My brother hustle o, that money we dey find”
quick to forget the search I’m in is of a kingdom kind.
Always remember
to choose Christ, is not really to choose
I remember thinking what it is am I even to lose
these
earthly offers are rather vain, and merely a ruse
the Godfather made an offer I couldn’t refuse.
Ini Brown
(C) 2021
You loved me
Even before I could spell love
You loved me
Before I loved me
You loved me
Before I knew you love me
You loved me still
When I thought bad of your love
You loved me
Before I said ‘I love you too’
You’ve loved me into accepting
That you love me
And that you’ll never stop loving me
I can never really understand
The depth, height and breadth of your love
I am satisfied
with this continuous falling, growing and expanding in love for you
Because I know, I’ll never get to the end of your love’s end
Thank you God for loving me endlessly.
PearlyThoughts
©2021
This feeling of inadequacy is clogging up fears In my throat I’m struggling to breathe in ENOUGH air for a day
I’m struggling to see the light my ART shines in dark tunnels
I’m struggling to see the FREEDOM bursting like light in many hearts
I stare at the stage and wish I were behind the pulpit
Spewing sleek words that must have been dry-cleaned for years
I yearn for the cameras to click on my face as I sashay even though I know my art isn’t a hundred percent
I forget I’m enough at where I am because I take my lessons
That I don’t have to prove a point, I only have to study and write my tests so every day, I can look at the score sheet, at the improving grades
And thump my chest, knowing, believing in the goodness of this PROCESS.
Everyday, I’m enough
I’m enough as who I am and who I’m evolving into
Ifiokabasi Okop
© 2020
I carry no fear on my shoulders
I have saved no teardrop to shed
I have left every iota of worries
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
Worries? They have no rooms in me for rent
Harmony, peace and joy cram the whole story
Every other issue is backstory
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
Backstory is a tale of yesterday
I spend time now swimming in God’s love
Waves of pain, illness and disease are
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
Disease of the Egyptians shall not know me by name
Cancer is a raging empty threat
Hunger and starvation their powers rid
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
Rid of gory garments and pierced sides
Christ rose in glory with fierce strides
Armed soldiers strapped with sleep
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
Sleep in the arms of a loving mother
Tomorrow the fever with shudder
Because all the bugs in a million march lie
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
March, march on Christian soldier
Relieved of every burdensome weight
Tomorrow is certain, today is fixed, last night is
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
Rebekah E.
© 2020
Behold all things have become new
and the old lie in a forgotten heap
childish memories of me digging
underneath my bed on a Sunday morning
for where I’d tossed in my old pair of shoes
nowadays the changed me keep them up neatly
on a rung of wooden stiles the carpenter calls a shoe rack
Bible sleeps on a bedside stool
for a constant bath in Holy words I reach
across to it as often as I go
drink in words that lead, that guides
same letters in the book, a new meaning on the morrow
I remember mom’s narration on Joseph
please tell Dolly Parton
I share same story with her Coat Of Many Colours
only I took mine to many tailors
at the price of my chopped sandal soles
shoes on worn out feet
grazing gravelled road as they bleed
thank God, praise God I sing
because no longer do I handpick rags
all I see are tailor-made suits
my wardrobe is a rainbow of clothes
none having no holes
Nonetheless what I have outgrown is
the filthy old man inside of me
that cheated at elementary school
and purloined mum’s ten kobo
when she was busy at the hearth
One day aunt Betty suffocated my wrists inside mum’s purse
and gave me her two kobo
number eight of the decalogue says, ”Thou shalt not steal”
I hear you ma, my heart thumps with complete remorse
Tell that to the birds, coo that to baby lions
Whisper that in the ears of insensitive politicians
and the starved masses reaping where they did not sow
maybe they’ll pause then retrace their steps
and make way for the new experience.
Rebekah E.
© 2020
Even if the sunken sun
Tucks in the radiance
Of your Glory
I will worship
And if the birds
Sheds of their feathers
And start writing letters
To petition the coverage
Of your Love….I will worship
Though the mountains
May mount up their shoulders
Like platoons of soldiers
To fight the greatness
Of your might
I will still worship
Let the waters
Overflow it borders
And join forces with its brothers
To alter the Altar
Of their father
I will worship
In the tininess of my voice
In the thinness of my cords
With the deafness of my breath
From the creeks
To the street
From battle to castle
I will always
Lift up my eyes
Bring down my knees to your heels
Stretch out my hands like the sand
And bow in awe for you
My all belongs to you
And I will not be silent
Rather be violent
Serving in your presence
Because my life without
Your essence
Is a sentence without sense
NONSENSE !
Let men cook up theories of Evolution
I will stir up an army of Revolution
That will invade Nations
With a resolution
That you are the God of all creations
I will not stop to give my Worship
To your Lordship
Because if I was not caught
In your courtship
I will have been a lost sheep
Buried in the belly of hardship
Beyond the measure
Of magnitude, Amplitude, latitude and Altitude
I will worship
King Uwe
© 2020
There is a place I must hide
Hide to be saved from danger and trouble
If I hide in my knowledge and experience, they will fail me
If I hide in my connections, they will disconnect me when trials come
If I hide in my family, they will fail because it’s not given to them to hide me
There is a place I must hide
If I hide in my status, it will surely disappoint me
If I hide in my beauty, it will fade away
If I hide in my age it will wither like the grass
There is a place I must hide.
My hiding place must be the secret place of the Most High,
God’s presence because security is sure, protection is certain,
Provision is guaranteed, Eternity is sure;
My hiding place must be there and there alone.
BrightObong
© 2020
Christ a poet 