hear,
if I’m Elijah
let there be fire
not failure
as Baal’s seers
if you’re Moses
lead us through the seas
not drown
as Pharaoh’s chariots
and
if we’re God’s
let’s be extraordinary
as gods
I mean,
let there be a drawn line
here.
– Josh’ Oloyede Oluwafemi
© 2020
What’s a life worth?
Birth, mirth, and death
At best?
What are dreams for?
Fuel to fight, run, and soar
To empty summit?
What will wealth bring?
Fame, friends, and bling
Things fading, dying?
Where then, is worth?
Beyond means, dreams, and death
Infinite Life, God.
– Ikenna Nwachukwu
(c) 2020
It’s always so scary before it’s not
Malaria was once a world most deadly but now it’s not
Every time
We seem to lose sight of how much we have in our pot like trying to count every thyme
How do we neglect victories like this?
Power like this?
God cooking in our hearts just to beat our imaginations
New diseases much stronger than the old are just preludes to show that God has no limitations.
So I’m relaxed
I heard Corona might spread to every state but I don’t live there
I live in a Power state of mind
I was told yesterday that this my confidence will soon wane, “come on watch the news and hear it now and again”
But I get easily bored
I mean, to me this guy and headache are just the same
I cured a waist pain yesterday
Tummy ache the day before
That’s how kings do
So why would I be bothered about coronation today?
Let your mind wield a fearless gear
Let them know that there are some fearless here
And like David who didn’t flinch at a 10-foot giant
My faith is air Bourne
I am already infected
Spirit filled
You can’t tell what I’ll heal next when I swirl the power resting within
I’m air born
ucTRUTH
(c) 2020
When we close our eyes, we open them elsewhere.
When we close our eyes here, we open them there
When we close our eyes, we never really stop seeing
But a day will come when our eyes will see beyond closed lids
– Ezeonyeka Godswill
(c) 2020
Get an old basket.
Patch with hay, so it leaks no water.
Then fill with straw to its brim.
Soft woolen sheets go next.
Cotton spread over it all.
Next, situate this in a stable.
Where horses neigh their lullabies
And the sweet smell of cattle-dung
Fills the air.
Congratulations.
You just made a King-sized bed.
But what’s a King-sized bed
Without The King in it?
Merry Christmas.
– ‘NONSO JOHN
(c) 2019
These wooden bars kiss more butts on Sundays
According comfort while they stay lay
They hold not a few, void of potter’s clay
Deciding the direction of heads, lined up like plays
Oh! This old rooky object
Which beyond weights carry burdens
Sits firmly
To support a broken heart
These pews are not for saints alone
Neither are they a symbol for show off
The first row does not signify superiority
Neither does the last state a lack of commitment
Nor those occupied by priests portray holiness
Theirs could be different but we are all one
The color white doesn’t promote purity
Neither does style infer ungodliness
Chairs should be what they are, chairs
Nothing more
A support for comfort
Whether in church or at home
In Africa or in Rome
They should be to the pope
What they are to his congregation
An object for resting butts
– Adedatryts, Imani Dokubo (c) 2019
Do not judge if you do not wish to be judged
As simple as it seems, I assure you it is not
For in the deepest recesses of my mind
I already classed you… Everytime
The watch you wear, the time you spend
The monies you lend that do not compare…
To how much you are self aware.
Funny, I already judged you
You who sleeps with she(s) and wake with hymns
I’m sorry you dare not speak…you’re dim
I’ve judged you
For you think I did not know of the lies you told
Grow a pair, its getting old
And yet you judge me so
Who gave you the right to judge me? Answer me
Who gave you the right to judge me?? Answer…
Answer me, I…
I
I
Answer me.
But I… turns a deaf ear
I is self righteous
I is indignant
I is blind to me
And me does not listen to I
So I ignores you and lets this continue
I, You, Me
The tripatite judge of all who be
Seeking justification in an existence parallel to HIM
In a self created universe beyond HIS reach
Using standards we know won’t stick
Just winding down the clock with every tick
I would rather not be judged by HIM
You would rather not be judged by HIM
Me would rather not be judged by HIM
Cos HIS ways are just and would turn ours to dust
– Somto Onubogu (2019)
When we met I gently opened myself and allowed him in, I couldn’t wait for him to explore my body and soul.
Like an engine in need of oil I needed his lubrication to get me flowing. He didn’t disappoint, it’s not in his nature to.
He touched me here and there, overwhelming yet satisfying I stayed put uttering words I was not taught to speak
Devilish!
This must be devilish I thought
Confused, I jerked up binding and casting, asking for forgiveness, I could imagine him in shock saying “what is my lover doing”?
I really didn’t care, my sanity was primary at the time.
“Lord can you hear me” I screamed more
“Do you consent to this”?
Silence was all I got until I looked down and saw the words Be Anxious For Nothing
Suddenly it dawned
The Spirit within
The comforter
The awaited day
A new form of communication
by Imani Dokubo (2019)
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