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Letter I

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Dear Believer,

Christ has not come to mould you in guilt
but manifested to destroy the fiery fright
of hell
and release thee from inferiority cell

for you’re a chosen generation
priest in kingly mansion
you’re a god
with big God

Yeshua is not here for your eviction
but all the way to the cross, it is redemption;
from thy saviour
you conquered the forces and its emperor

for you’re made a battleaxe,
weapon of war
to break the devil’s ass
and send his men trembling by thy roar

Jesus died for all thy sins
leave the screen
and stop watching the old scenes,
you already have a holy gene!

for unto us, Christ is made righteousness
in pure holiness
in perfect sanctification
and accomplished redemption

hey,
what else?

Josh’ Oloyede Oluwafemi
©2020

MOTHER

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Mother of a god, how I birth is a mystery
I don’t need a sword no I cut with my future
Pharoah tried to touch us, I’m hurting that joker bad
Yes, I nurse the prince of Egypt, call me Jochabed

Uh!

Put that kid on the Nile
Pray that God has his time
Miriam keeping an eye
Aaron’s playing outside
Back to work in a jiff
Slave but low-key a priest
Well a priest of a priest.
Uh!

All I did was birth a knot in The Lord’s net
My Kid’s words sting, tell me what’s a Hornet?
Woman of Virtue, first you slave me then you free me
Shey the blacks have done their episode of slavery?

A Daughter of Zion, no be me go revenge
Through my kids I live on, life is about exchange.

The Niel

©2020

Church Chairs

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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

PRIEST

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Your heels are cracked
And journey untracked
You can’t retrace your steps
And so into more misery you step
Each turn leads to different tunnels
The torns you encounter a lesson
But the essence of lessons are lost
When there are no opportunities to retreat

So further you go into the woods
Waiting for salvation, deliverance
Little did you know that the well
You just discovered will dry up by morning
Your sanity is threatened
And so you become a church
And your priest
Take therefore no thought for the morrow

Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof’
But the evil is too much for one day
The human says
Back and forth
The priest proposes
The human opposes
It is well
Such a lousy cliche

Human more a realist than the priest
However you can’t let him win
Your life depends on his loss
You bet what you have not on your Priest
Flipping pages and making incantations
This is no mini war
Your life depends on it
Through the tug of war

You add more power to your Priest’s line
Pushes and pulls
Until the line is crossed
And its your Priest lying on his back
And just then
You knew you would survive

ChyD

(c) 2018