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You relax with comfort, Knowing how safe it is, To be on an airplane. You chill out in a ship, Comfortably sailing on the ocean, Although you can’t swim. You join the train, And feel its meandering bends, Thinking it’s safer than road. You join a vehicle to work, Comfortable at the back seat, Trusting that you’ll arrive early. In all these circumstances, Taking no chances, You trusted total strangers. And you were very sure of your safety. The pilot you don’t know, The captain of the ship neither, Nor the train and car driver. Yet you put your life in their hands. So why strive at life, While you know God Almighty. The giver and taker, The securer of your future. So relax, and trust God, Just be yourself, Yearn less and don’t stress. Be patient and submit yourself to HIM.

The patriotism of a man, Popularly known for splashing cash, Was once held so high as next to the sun. That he never thought of a backlash. His party, friends and ally, Had him as the next leader. So he gave out his all to every rally, With hope to reap bountifully later. But the Bible had admonished, “Woe to a man who trusts in men” So the word became flesh, And the evidence today is fresh. A new man had risen with a plan. With fame, cash and lies, Who knit cunning ties, With intent to steal from Alan. The promise to him as his inheritance, Is now nullified without stance, Within the new sect of patriots, Who were once his cherished compatriots. “It is my turn” Yes he exclaimed! You should have taken your chance, The Judases had vividly explained. Thus, how he gave out his birth right. Never say never as dry bones can rise again. Alan will not give up the chase, Knowing how much there is to gain, Especially when you have a good case. So here they come! As a united front, To give the s...

A rolling stone gathers no moss, And still water gathers mildew. So if you are to be the boss, You must awake before the dew. Words of wisdom but of pun, Spewing out like rays of the sun. And I listened well with intent, As Dangote lectured me via the internet. Seldom do we get them to share Wisdom with this kind of flair. ’’So if you entered the bedroom of Bill Gate, Within a minute and one thing for you to take, What will I see with you while exiting his gate’’ This was the rich man’s question, When I asked him how he made his wealth. Will you take a picture or money for the future?  Will you pick his diary or a book of fortune? To be sincere, I couldn’t answer. So help me, my dear reader.  ’’If you take one thing from a rich man, You can’t be like him.  Unless he hands over to you exactly what made him rich’’ he continued. So be patient, Watch and learn. Go, try it out and return. Ask for guidance and yearn. But when time is due, don’t flaunt it on the internet.

And here the times come; The times you’ll stand tall, And yet your tears will fall. Not for being troubled, But blessings being doubled. Then you’ll remember how you did wait, Sometimes in the dew, With faith your only bait, Just to know when time is due. Those times shall come nevertheless; Where He will surely find you to bless. But will you be in too much hurry, Or will you take just a minute to tarry? Will you uphold that anchor, And still maintain your sense of humor? Will the virtue in you be forgone, Or your trust in God be forlorn? In those moments; When you have no more worry, May you not be too busy, But remember the monuments, That has brought you over the moon.

And here the times come; The times you’ll stand tall And yet your tears will fall. Not for being troubled, But blessings being doubled. Then you will have no more time; No more time for routines, Even the morning warm water and lime, And your favorite dawn gospel tunes. Will you have time for physique, Or your heart to God will turn oblique? Then will you miss your daily exercise; The payer that keeps you spiritual. Will the quiet time zeal turn skeptical? These times shall come nevertheless; Where He will surely find you to bless. But will you be in too much hurry, Or will you take just a minute to tarry? In those moments, When we have no more worry, May we remember the monuments, That has brought us Hunky-dory.

Most often than not,  Heroes do fade with their names unsung. But the shadows of their past, And the candles we light all night, Can at least serve as lyrics, To compose for their departed souls, A new song for us to be consoled. Patriots they’re now called, As dirty politics has now stalled. For once at most, We all agree to a toast, In solemnity and not at the bar, That this life is by far, An expedition with a divine illusion. Yes indeed they were; Heroes as we now call them. Not because it sounds like an anthem, But for the national emblem, They did responsibly revere. Was it the natural order? Is it because someone failed to bother? Was it their time? Are the questions we continue to mime. But will the answer save us a dime, As a nation in her own prime? Let the eight angels fly high, As families make a thirst quenching sigh, And create for them a legacy in perpetuity. For if we seek another opportunity, And let these men go forgotten, There shall be no more fallen angles from...