A No Man

A no man,
Found in imperfection,
Of a world full of pressures
Weighing side by side;
By beliefs, he’s tied,
And No!, he wouldn’t fly.

A no man,
came sitting at the tip,
Watching his legs get licked
By the foamy sea’s tongue,
Taking what nature gives;
Trying to see the world from new eyes.

A no man,
Lived and worked and bred in the richness of lack;
Caged in own mind,
Where dogs lick his wounds that life’s caused on him;
And No!, his end wouldn’t start now.

Times always happens,
When it does- standstill,
Believe in the maker of times,
Don’t go crying, don’t go pity-partying!
It’s really a no man’s business

TM Sungs
© 2020

YOU ARE A TRESPASSER!

On a certain Thursday morning, I busied myself in the kitchen trying to fix breakfast for the family. I was going to have a somewhat busy day; I had a little long list of things I wanted to check that day. I had heated the rice that had remained the day before, scheduling it for lunch for that Thursday, and I was making some chips of yam for breakfast. Prior to that day, I had discussed with my mum that we were going to have the rice for lunch; as a matter of fact, we had agreed upon that.

So while I worked in the kitchen, my mother went straight to the heated pot of rice sitting on the electric cooker and started to take her breakfast from it. I was taking out my first batch of yam chips from the pan. I didn’t find it funny, I really was furious. I didn’t like anyone ruining my plans. I asked her why she was offending me and she simply ignored me. She went on to help herself with some of the rice. I believe that had made me angry, all the more. However, I made up my mind not to nag about it. So I calmed myself down but that was not before I had given her a piece of my mind; I made it clear that I didn’t like what she had done.

By afternoon, I found my way around the serving of lunch and everyone including herself, had a portion to eat. I also had gone to the market to replenish the home supplies.

When I had returned from the market, my mum asked me to start preparing dinner. That was around 3:00 pm. I was tired and I had some writing to do. I also wanted to pray and read from the Bible all at the same time. So, I shook my head and I told her that I wasn’t going to do as she had instructed because I was tired. After I had rested and done all that I wanted to do, I started making dinner, my dinner preparation started at exactly 5:00 pm that evening.

I’ll cut the story short; I ended up serving dinner as late as 9:00 pm because I didn’t start on time. It was an indigenous dish which typically required a lot of time to prepare. Also, we usually have dinner at my home much earlier than that. What’s more, the dish was made from milled corn and this milled corn had a potential of going sour when kept for too long, my mother had warned me of that earlier. In addition to the fact that the dinner came late, the corn was bad. My mother was not in any way pleased. I had not intended to cause this problem; I felt I had my reasons but she didn’t find it funny. She also didn’t intend to ruin my plans for lunch when she took some of the lunch for breakfast. She tried to explain later; she said that she was really very hungry at the time and didn’t know that I had any batches of chips ready.

Here is my point:

We all fail. We are all bound to step on each other’s toes because no two people are the same and think exactly the same way. We should make room in our hearts for each other’s excesses.

Dear beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather GIVE PLACE UNTO WRATH: for it is written, vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.- Romans 12 vs 19, KJV.

 

Favour Omeje

©2019

OPEN LETTERS

These letters I write to you Lord are tattered
Like my heart now in pieces
And I know it sounds awkward saying this
But, I have experienced so much change
Become unpredictable like the weather
I don’t even know my mirror anymore
I am stuck in this abyss,
Now Knocked out by life, because I floored

So I need an opening or a door
To escape into your bliss
To experience those moments I once reminiscence about
But my life seems like it has gone south
The walls of my soul has come crumbling down
My crown, I now wear with a scarlet gown
And your love, I have moon walked away from

Every morning, I drown in my own tears
And at night fall I take pleasure talking about my fears
I don’t understand how I have become
A stranger to you and my self
So I can only hope my letters rise to the sky like incense
As my prayer are littered all over those papers
I hope that as I dig through your word again to unearth my goldmine
I pray that you would patiently build my faith again like a skyscraper

Keep me from being as loose as a kite blown by every wind and doctrine
Show me how to love again with great affection
So that your grace will be only song I continually play on my selection
As you teach me to walk on water again despite my imperfection
I am sure then,
That My life will finally make sense again

Isoje Victor
© 2019

Confession

Bless me father for I have sinned,
It’s the…. First in a long time since my last confession.
I come to confess that I have no need for these confessions.
That two thousand years and counting, I accept the new profession.
I confess,
That I accept Jesus as Lord therefore I am no sinner.
I confess,
That sin is now locked up and I am it’s master.
I confess,
That I am blessed beyond a curse, and even on dark days I do not need you to bless me,
You see, Abraham’s blessings are mine.
Therefore I confess,
That I am light to shine in darkness, even in my hard times.
I confess,
That when I fall, I will take outstretched arms and rise again from empty tombs of fleshy desires.
I confess,
That when you fall, dear Padre, I will stretch my arms to hold you up and God help me,
I confess,
I am Christian and therefore in me shall the nations of the earth be blessed.

I confess, dear Sir,
I am not alone,
There is an army of us rising!
So forgive me padre for I have sinned,
This is my first confession in a long time,
I haven’t confessed my confession of Jesus to you till now.

Father, forgive me for I have sinned
I have spat on your face
I have lied, cheated
I have killed myself so many times
The only movie I see is the Edge of tomorrow
The robe you once gave me
I have torn into pieces
A Louie rag I now put on
To slay the daughters of the world
As I feed on the crumbs of their flesh
And quench my thirst with their desires
I have spilled the blood
Of new born babies all over hands
And i have stoned You with my acts of imperfection
And crowned You with my thorns of Mistake
I hope You can forgive me for all these sins,
Cause now, i find myself
Right in the tomb you called me out of….
I hope that came out right,
For i have lost it all

Olaoye Adeleye
St. Davnique
© 2019

JESUS -THE WAY

I spent years in search of Him,

I wished to know what it meant to be loved by Him,

I ensured to follow through the requirement,
I was desperate to scale through my predicament,

The more I sought to keep His laws,
the more I saw my flaws,

I felt it was in the doing,
and I did work, so I won’t be found wanting,

But no, my conscience pricked me each time,
My mind had turned sour like lime,

Soiled by my imperfection,
Stained by my very intuition,

I sought to be free,
“Untie me from this grip” was my honest plea,

The picture they painted of Him was too dreadful,
Nothing I did was fruitful,

I sought to know the truth,
So I picked up the Holy book to find my roots,

One chapter each day,
and I could bet I had found a way,

A way out of darkness,
A way out of sickness,

A way that speaks of life eternal,
A way that ushers man into life immortal,

Overwhelmed, struck with joy was my state,
Knowing the liberty I had in Christ through faith,

Knowing His obedience gave me a pass, irrespective of my past,

The way I found is Jesus, and He’s no fluke,
He is the head of the flock,
He is my Shepherd.

Imani Dokubo

(c) 2018