Spirituality
The battle is the Lords – Series 1
The Battle is the Lord’s- Series 1 It was in the wee hours, 18th of Oct. 2022 to be precise, a time when deep sleep falls on the sons of men. I had just finished Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
When I was a child.
When I was a child, I had wild thoughts.Thoughts like,Whenever lightning lighted up the sky, In my heart, I say, “God just took my passport photograph”.Whenever thunderstruck, especially the loud scary ones, I said “angels Read more…
Prosetry
Why talk about wisdom
“To make money they didn’t have and didn’t need, they risked what they did have and did need. And that’s foolish. It is just plain foolish. If you risk something that is important to you Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
A time in the Past
No clear footway through the rubble, everything built up has been burnt down Hopes, plans, expectations, pride, all obliterated by the fire of unfortunate circumstances The city of hope is now smokes and smoldering ashes Read more…
Prosetry
Spend the last be with JESUS
Even if you see yourself as one of the many reflections in the mirror of life Passerby’s that the reflecting glass do not reckon with Just another average “Joe or Jane“ hastening to God knows Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
The giant aspect
I am drowning in the sea of giant complicacies The wind, the tempest and the storm in cahoots against me I can’t even muster mustard seed faith I need to fly away to where peace Read more…
Short Poems
Outpourings from the heart – 1
Caveat Emptor- This short poems are nothing but words of my imagination and have no link to any man born of woman. Just enjoy it and don’t attribute meanings it was not meant to convey Read more…
Poetry
Need to get away from myself
Using sleep like a drug Just to get into the land of dreams Can’t stand my screaming conscience I need to sleep to get away from myself. ******************************* An offender desires the paradise of the Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
Covid-19, just dey ya dey
Covid – 19, just dey ya dey. All dis wan wey you dey para for road, na ya sef you go kill. Ya egungun don enter express. Na to peme remain. I put you on Read more…
Poetry
Why I wrote nothing
WHY I WROTE NOTHING It was a sunless day in the city of my soul The sky and the stars were in deep sleep My soul was trying to talk to my hands through the Read more…