A Reflection on lagos It wasn’t love at first sight.I am not sure if there is love in the equation.As a child, you were a drive-by experience.I came to see … Continue reading LAGOS
Category: Poetry
A CRY FOR FREEDOM AND JUSTICE (PART 3)
So while the leaders slept, the house caught fire. They assumed the trouble was afar off. That the people would remain quiet. But, they thought wrong. Because the fire is … Continue reading A CRY FOR FREEDOM AND JUSTICE (PART 3)
A CRY FOR FREEDOM AND JUSTICE (Part1)
60 years after Independence, we still cry to be free. Our Government treats us just as bad as the Colonial Masters. Maybe even worse, that is what makes it so … Continue reading A CRY FOR FREEDOM AND JUSTICE (Part1)
Freedom from bitterness
I found myself rolling my eyes just at the sight of him. Venom about to spill out of my veins His voice and his laughter sounded so crude to me. … Continue reading Freedom from bitterness
How can I forgive?
How can I forgive? When my heart has been broken, and words have been said. They Pierced right through me. They hit me at the core of my being. The … Continue reading How can I forgive?
When last did I speak to my Heavenly father?
Like a father you want to hear from me from your child Every morning you wait like an eager father Waiting to share my dreams and aspirations for the day … Continue reading When last did I speak to my Heavenly father?
Walking in The Light
Walking in the light is no easy task. There are spiritual battles to be fought. Just as there are physical ones And often just as one ends. The next battle … Continue reading Walking in The Light
the Cross
It is not an emblem to be stored as treasure.Nor Jewelry to adorn our necks.It is so much more.So much more.It was where the Lamb of God was slain.Once and … Continue reading the Cross
A Living Sacrifice
Daily coming to the cross. I cry out Lord, my body is no longer mine. My will and my heart now belongs solely to you. So Father, what will you … Continue reading A Living Sacrifice
Rainy days
Rainy days invoke memories of days gone. As a child, I lived for rainy days. So I could go out and play in the puddles. Right now, it’s getting dark … Continue reading Rainy days