Your mercy still stand even when life shake me like generator wey no get fuel and when storm raise voice like market women, Your peace calm am, even JBL speakers no loud reach this truth.
I don waka inside fire, yet Your grace na the forth man for that furnace. Blessings wey full my hand, na only your fingerprint fit produce am.
My past be wan dey try drag me back like conductor wey no get change, but the cross sharpaly calm am down.
As your nails write my freedom na so your blood sign am like court truth. For heaven courtroom, Jesus stand gidigba which living proof reach that one Abeg
Him love no dey reduce; na so every trial dey shrink like cloth wey see hot water. Even when darkness wan argue, Your light flash am like police for check point, proof wey no dey whine.
When fear dey whisper like thief for backyard, Your Word shout “who goes you!” back.
I dey wake every day because Your covenant cover me like aluminium zinc for rainy roof. And my life? The testimony loud gan, na megaphone wey go always shout: God’s love go always be the final proof.
UbdaPoet
©2025
Tag: day
Consonance
I dream of a day when my smile won’t be an illusion,
A day where there’s an alignment between my emotions
And the carvings they make on my face,
A day where my mind bears the fruits of joy and happiness,
A day when my soul isn’t a carcass infested by fear,
A day where my heart isn’t a timed bomb waiting to explode,
A day where my spine isn’t grabbed by anxiety,
A day when my scars aren’t just painful memories but wise lessons,
A day when my healing is the path for someone’s healing,
A day where the palpitations in my heart are from good news
So, while I wait for my dreams to hatch
Into a reality I can feel in my palms, I’ll wear this smile,
A smile that’s not the disposition of my heart
A smile to cloak the tremors of my mind,
I won’t lose sight of the hope I have in my Master’s Touch,
The touch that stopped the bleeding of 12 years,
That moulded new pairs of eyes for the blind
That will bring me to the day when my smile is not an illusion
But till then, I’ll sit here, deeply rooted in HIS word.
- Olaoye Adeleye Emmanuel
©2025
Gone prodigal again
_I did it again!_
Left my place of rest in search of fading bliss
I called ‘inheritance’ what was mere gifts
Dropped my daily routine to unwind with wild parties
Past achievements that have become ashes
I knew I was out of power but the fan’s still turning in my direction and it felt cool
I knew my embers were getting cold but I couldn’t resist the urge to dance without recharging and see what it felt like
I knew my light was getting dimmer but I claimed I was shining in the darkness
Away from my Source
Away from who made me son
Away from my true inheritance
Away from my natural habitat
_I did it again!_
How can I face Father this time with shoes on?
How can I expect his forgiveness after the limit for a day?
How can I tell him his robe got torn?
How can I tell him the reason I am back was the memory of the tasty beef in my mouth?
That I want to be welcomed again?
That He was right and I lived wrong again?
How can I tell him I did it again?
Hannah DGinus
©2024
Hope of Glory
Story says,
God is my shield-
and Shepherd.
Story says,
That the Holy Spirit in me,
Will never leave me.
Story says,
Follow the ancient path,
For it’s the road to the peak.
Story says,
Be not afraid,
For angels of Yahweh are with me .
Fighting for me.
Story says,
Christ is in me
The hope of glory.
Story says,
I am more than a conqueror ,
And nothing can separate me from the love of Christ.
Story says,
Tell my servant David,
That I will make him great and his name will spread abroad.
Story says,
I am salt and light of the world
A city that can never be hidden
Story says,
I will bless you with wisdom,
With loyal counselors and warriors
And I have given you many lands.
Story says,
Always remember that the Spirit in you
dose not make you fear, but fills you with power, love and self-control.
Story warns,
Let not the law and the habit of studying the holy book depart from me.
Meditate on it day and Night.
Story says,
The word of God is my sword of the Spirit.
And my shield is faith in God.
Story says,
In the Name of Jesus Christ
I have been anointed with power and authority and dominion.
Ugwu David C
©2023
The Missing Me
The garden,
fresh and full.
I wasn’t alone in the garden.
I named the tress,
I named the birds and beasts, I named the river,mountains and all things.
I was happy with all I named
But a part of me was missing inside me.
I looked for this part of myself in the garden
I looked at the cows
I didn’t find it
I looked at the monkeys
I didn’t find it
I looked all around
Yet I couldn’t find the missing me.
Out of frustration
I ignored a strong part of me in the ocean of nothingness.
I ignored the rhythmic vibration that this lost self keep echoing in space.
But , one day
I slept soundly as usual
In my wood carving shade.
Maybe God came
I don’t remember
But the tortoise affirms
That He opened my body and took a rib to create the missing me for me.
Now standing tall
Standing fulfilled
Standing whole
I have found my entire self.
Ugwu David C. ©2023
Oak Season
As clear as day I hear it
The sound of a raging storm
My thoughts unclear as the cloud
My brows knitted in bewilderment
We spoke words
And this day we waited upon
The unveiling of what came as a prompting
The head start we need
Where did we m…
Stop
A stern interruption
Like lightning it flashed before my eyes
Leafs falling from a 100 feet
Roots absorbing water from a river
Branches unmoved by the wind
A trunk as large as the Pompey pillar
As clear as day I hear it
It’s Oak season
Rejoice
It has come
Imani Dokubo
(C) 2022
JUSTICE MUST BE SERVED
They say justice respects no man
Yet he has gotten away with evil
They say the law is blind
Yet I see a criminal walking free
A shadow is cast in the bright sky
The day has turned into night
Twenty four hours reduced I must say
What a mystery it is to behold
The sun has refused to come out
Though another day already begun
The atmosphere, a palpable gloom
So intense for these miserable souls
His victim this time is still in cradle
What has she done, I want to ask
The mother seconds my thoughts
So many others too I must confess
But Like before, I saw him escape again
Leaving in his wake his misery
But when will justice be served?
To this murderer who seeks his next victim?
And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death.
Revelation 20:14
AJEGBOMOGUN OLUFUNKE
© 2022
Jesus
He, the first born of the spirit was born in a manger
Raised with his people yet considered stranger
Jesus in God’s sight, is considered all that is right
He took whiplashes
That healing be given in all places, races and classes
He at Galilee’s road
Was broken that we be made whole
That we be saved souls
For our salvation was always his main goal.
Jesus was bartered bruised and crushed
All while led to an old rugged cross
To have nails impale his body
That we may become his body
And at the 9th hour, when hope had diminished
He declared it is finished.
For three days , he launched a one man raid.
Defeating devil, demons and death in a perpetual victory parade
And at the third day when he was raised
The power of death was as empty as his grave.
Brown Ini
© 2022
