Thirty-Eight Years

May 1, 2026April 29, 2026Leave a comment

One wish, two wish, three wish
But the one who wished sat by the pool
Throwing heads in it for decades
Attempting to coin a legend
Instead of just flipping a coin
Attempting to make headway
Instead of spinning tales
Heads or Tails
For years

One problem, two problems, three problems
But the only problem that dodged solution
Catching new feelings for the heartless
Attempting to be the solution with a problem
Instead of just solving the problem
Solve for X, all the while, we dey ask Why
For years

One score, one goal, same pitch and depiction
But now the crack has become the description
Hoping is now exhausting, costly and insulting
Attempting is done is secret
Instead of youthful excitement
For years

Who cares

One life, One wince for One man
But who here does not know one story
Dysfunction functioning as the recap
Attempting to make the most of a beating heart
Instead of tearing apart, tearfully persistent
For years

One day, one name echoes one hope
But this is one lifetime after a long nope
Believing is harder when heaven said no once
Attempting to hallelujah from Hell’s shore
Ignoring heaven’s door, after knocking
For years

One moment, One touch, One Word
But the ripples wave to and from eternity
Creating new tomorrows from yesterdays that die today
Healing winged from a voice that preceded angels
Attempting explanation is futile, Jesus knows us all
Instead of ashes, the glory will wake armies of Sons
For years

Who believes

Won souls for one God
But sin no more, by might that is absurd
Trusting God doesn’t always follow known trends
Attempting is replaced with obeying
Instead of binary results, we are fruitful
For years

Godzniel
©2026

Joe Abiding

January 19, 2026January 16, 20261 Comment

What is one task when the Lord’s is the impact?

Jo sef
Wife be the mother of Jesus
Jesus!
Buy into truth, no be naira and cedis
Ten years later, still a legend of the CEDARS

Tall trees and the leaves read scripture
I’d be more of an owl than a vulture
I’ll be fasting from both food and the culture
Cap thing, Christ a poet with my suture
What’s more?
Mercy gave what I didn’t plan for
Christ in me was the only option
Tell me what’s up
Unsubscribed from the world, of course

Silent power
Saint Breathing but the form ninth taya
Seventh Seal and the hour of prayer
Holy Spirit Slashes, I’m a demon slayer
Buy into truth, no be naira and cedis
Ten years later, still a legend of the CEDARS
What is one task when the Lord’s is the impact?

Godzniel
© 2026

The Fortress

November 27, 2025December 20, 2025Leave a comment

I stand here, witness to a shelter God shaped
not from stone,
but from the quiet, patient ways He mended me.
A refuge lifted from the ruins of every moment
His mercy refused to let define my story.

For years,
I mistook strength for silence
but even the softest prayer can rise like wind,
and mine learned to swell
because God understood my trembling
before it ever touched my lips.

This place, His making
isn’t just somewhere to hide;
it breathes with the memory
of battles I thought would end me
yet left me standing.

Its doors hold the imprint of fears
my Father pressed into the past.
Its watchposts lean into the sky
because He has guarded both my midnights
and every new morning.

Do not call these walls fragile;
they were shaped by the One
who refuses to let my soul collapse.
Every beam carries His assurance,
every layer His voice
reminding me that surviving
is not disgrace, but grace.

I learned a fortress isn’t meant
to keep the world out,
but to remind the heart inside my heart
that it lives under His covering.

So I turn the lock on doubt
and pull wide the openings
where His Spirit enters,
letting courage breathe its way
through every hidden room of me.

So, If you see me standing higher than before,
it isn’t pride, it is gratitude.
Gratitude to the Most High
who raises me, and keeps on raising me.

For even iron can falter,
but the life held in His hands
learns to rise again and in rising,
His stronghold becomes my freedom.

UbdaPoet
©2025

Change

November 23, 2022Leave a comment

I like people and how they change, It reminds me of home. Of how one person won’t make it to Christmas next year, and forever. How this might be the last time I’ll tell aunty Chinenye that she’s my favorite. That her hair is beautiful and her smile is radiant. That being the only person in the family with dimples must mean that she was special. That I’ll come for holidays when she got married. That I love her. Before I run away with the plate of corn and _úbé_ she roasted for me to show my mummy.

New people remind me of old people. Of the promises of forever that lasted till worth became what my worth was never. “See finish” is myopic. It assumes that who I met today is better than someone I’ve known for many years. Forgive me for being old fashioned but I believe that the years matter. If our bubble lasts a year, then we have beaten time and seasons that I’ll cherish again and again. Because while people change, you’ve changed and I’ve changed, but somehow we haven’t changed enough to no longer feel the other is less their worth. I have a habit of remembrance. Of beginnings.

I like taking strolls. A slow walk down memory lanes. I like seeing how first hello and hi morphed into not being able to do without. I like change. It has never scared me. That’s why I am never afraid of death. How people leave without a word’s notice. How they change. From being there to being mute. How someone who would kill if you shed a tear will lie there and sleep through your million wails. Tears changes people. Maybe the saline fluid washes a part of ourselves with it when it falls. When we clean it, we don’t just clean it. We erase something too. A trust, a love, a care, a joy, a part of us.

People change but I don’t blame them. I’ve heard people say the stories of their journeys. It’s why I want to make movies. So many untold stories. We judge too hastily for people with the ability to cry so much. And we hold grudges for people that fall short so much. I never got to visit aunty Chinenye because she never got married. Mummy will never see my wife, daddy too, with his funny mustache and remarks. Aunty Faustina will not make good on her threat to tell the woman that I’m stubborn on my wedding day. They all changed. Just like people do. They fell like flowers plucked from life’s petal, to wither on dusty earth. So go ahead dear, change all you want, I’m used to it.

Uc Truth
(C) 2022

My Shepherd

May 26, 2022May 26, 2022Leave a comment

It’s in His nature to provide for me even when I don’t know what I want.

He feeds me with goodness and floods peace to my soul.

By His name, He restores me to sight each time I lag.

Even though I walk through hot coals with bare feet unending, He swallows up my fears in comfort with healing and gifts in His bosom.

He sets me up for royal treats in the darkest storms and redeems me with the outpour of his spirit and an overdose of merriness and joy.

Surely goodness and mercy follow me forever as I am now a host of His eternal spirit and life.

As the years draw nigh

With love shining in many forms

Like a rose among the thorns

I have come to understand and believe that everything written in the 23rd Psalm seized to be my responsibility the day I said YES to Him, my good Shepherd.

Imani Dokubo

Chasing Shadows

January 9, 2022Leave a comment

Men search all their lives for what has been right in front of them.
Trashing gold and chasing Shadows
Could it be the difference in font sizes making their mind choose superiority over relevance?

How shallow can man’s mind be???
A desperate quest for a test not given detesting all it has been equipped with.
Ohhh……comparison, man’s self constructed blind fold kidnaps him to a dump where pumps no longer make sense until it releases a shrieking sound like that of Ngozi.
Forgetting Zee sounds in no way like Y neither does it come before it but leaves words incomplete with it’s absence.

My heart can’t cry more than the king of Glory’s as he hands another years waited mantle to handle.
If you don’t handle that mic it will be given to another.
If you don’t start speaking now another is right behind you to take over
If you don’t start and see less of how imperfect you may sound and focus on strength from Calvary nothing will vary when another takes your place.
Start!!!

ONESIMUS

November 25, 2021November 25, 2021Leave a comment

That you might receive him forever, no longer as a slave—a beloved brother… Philemon 1: 15-16

I’m a fugitive fleeing from punishment
A slave mortgaging with my destiny
Transecting my soul with transgression

A man finds me whose father
sentenced to death two thousand years ago
Says his name is Grace and he won’t let me go

Wraps warm hands around me
till his love fills me to overflow
Like rainwater filling a cistern

” I died“, he says but now I live forever
And if you let me, I can wipe away your past too, forever.”

I Am Enough

February 25, 2021March 10, 2021Leave a comment

This feeling of inadequacy is clogging up fears In my throat I’m struggling to breathe in ENOUGH air for a day
I’m struggling to see the light my ART shines in dark tunnels
I’m struggling to see the FREEDOM bursting like light in many hearts

I stare at the stage and wish I were behind the pulpit
Spewing sleek words that must have been dry-cleaned for years
I yearn for the cameras to click on my face as I sashay even though I know my art isn’t a hundred percent

I forget I’m enough at where I am because I take my lessons
That I don’t have to prove a point, I only have to study and write my tests so every day, I can look at the score sheet, at the improving grades
And thump my chest, knowing, believing in the goodness of this PROCESS.

Everyday, I’m enough
I’m enough as who I am and who I’m evolving into