Delicate fate

What is man’s purpose?
What should man oppose?
Failure?
See, failure has become the cheapest commodity
And most importantly man’s priority
For he often finds himself confused
And induced by the noise of the society
Now!
It’s rare to see another show a different action
Everyone walks on the same pattern

What is man’s purpose?
What should man oppose?
Success?
The tale of Hunger Games
The reality that man’s need would never be met
For as long as he breathes
He becomes addicted to selfishness
And if not careful enough
His last remembrance will be during his funeral

So What is man’s purpose?
Or What should man oppose?

The ALCHEMIST
© 2019

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slowly with a process

The era of greatness
Began slowly with a process
A pause, a close of the eyes

It began in all truthfulness
Not with the light nor in her rays
But in despair and in darkness

Like a hawk process swooped
down into a deep troubling dream
So full of owls and bats

Bitter it was once, bitter is it still
Remembering as brave process
Fought and fought and fell
Without rescuing success

But then, HE came very well
In the wind, in the morning bell
Lifting her from the hollow hell

Into a new dawn of ideas
A splendid tomorrow
Devoid of frown and agony

Indeed, the era of greatness
Began slowly with a process
A pause, a close of the eyes

Ugwu David C.
© 2019

Rain

It will always come regularly
Anxiety & fear bringing all its disorderly
Sending minds sinking deep like anchors
And hearts into a place of rancour
Economies crashing like MMMs
Shorter mornings, Longer PMs
Success books now providing alternates
As we search for wealth secrets
Yet our Souls are still dry deserts
Aching with pain, looking for comforts
Even when prayers rise up like incense
And our expectations, filled with suspense
Yet the wait is just too long
Our faith might not be that strong
But then incense will becomes clouds
Roaring like lions making sounds so loud
Then It comes
Pouring down its blessings
Wiping off all our facings
The rain draining our Sorrows
Fill souls that have been hallow
Washing away all our pains
Making crazy minds, accurate and sane
Our prayers are never in vain
Because we are sure it will RAIN!

Uba Victor Isoje
© 2018

I MADE IT!

Locked out of the bright side of life
Shut in the deepest part of thick darkness
Trapped behind the walls of frustration
Unyielding achievements filled with misery and no hope
Walking through the deepest part of the deep
The deep dark rumble
Searching for direction
Directions that plunged me more into doom
I seek that I may not stumble
Yet the farther I go,
The more I grope in the dark without aid
And I ask me
Will I ever make it through?

Lost in my own world of unending ends
My fear kept tripling without gauge
All I felt around me
Was doom being spelt with my name
The only thought that filled my heart
Was the string of death
And again I ask me
Are all these my wage?
Wage for a sin long committed?
Or could it be that my life was made to be this way?
I kept asking me
But no response was forthcoming.
Most of all times
The growl and howl
Of fearful beast and creatures
Seems to take my breath away
Even before death could erase me
I still couldn’t hold a grip on myself
Because gross darkness
Was fallen upon me.
My heart was persistent still
As I kept searching for solution
I kept asking me
Hoping that someday, I will be saved

Hopelessness laid its weight on me
Burden couldn’t even let me
Let me run for safety
My heart was empty and dry
Seeking for the perfect filling soothing enough to grant me peace
Alas!
I beheld a shining light full at the end of the turbulence tunnel
A mighty hand and a soothing voice
Beckoning me to come over
Against time, I said to me
If only I could reach that light
If only I could get a hold of that hand
Then I know I am saved and free
As in, free indeed
All of a sudden
as bones received strength and shook
As of a mighty rushing wind
In a mystery I could never explain
Looking up with much fouls and distraction kept at bay
Paying less attention to my troubles and pains
Saying to me again
I know I can make it
Moving to my place of rest and relief
And in a twinkling of an eye
I was made whole without a hole
Holding close to the embrace of my saviour
And with a deep sigh of cheer and victory
Just because He made it through to me
I said finally to me again
I MADE IT!!

JESUS IS OUR ONLY REDEEMER…..HOLD ON TO HIM NO MATTER WHAT.

-Macaulay Priscilla