DISSIMULATION OF THE saints

Recalling the days in senior high, when youthful exuberance was so high.
After the numerous inter school games, Achievers are exalted with numerous names
Then ladies begin to chase fame, Guys look out for a pretty face
Just to cut the story short, one entertainment night brought campus shock
After the “End Time Movie night”
Come see us in good spiritual heights
Even angels were less holy:
We served God with our hearts wholly
Forging to please him only
It continued but for a week, And spirituality became so weak.
To the things of the world students became so meek
Just like a teaser, we often keep Christ puzzled
Wondering why he was bruised, remembering the tears he shed
Pain builds heat in him like fever.
Come see our people in church, Even without space they would perch
Eager to give their substance, Dining with the Lord as if by chance.
Not giving the body of Christ the essence
At home, office and Markets, Christians are no different from others
Malice, Corruption and envy erupt like volcano
It’s an awe how none can say no
The world being churchy, and church being worldly
The so called dating, a visa for fornication
That unholy courtship, is emptying our arsenal for spiritual battleship
Let’s shun hypocrisy, adorning ourselves with integrity
None is righteous, yes not one
But He died for our sins to be gone
May this season end our acts that cause Jesus grief
This is my message in brief
Live each day reminiscent of the blood he bled.
Enjoy each day like it’s Easter.

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CHOICE I didn't make

It is said With no meaning absurd The toad is the best To tell the real feel of water And not by a finger test. We hear the quotation, Your life is in your own hand My infidel interpretation Is, can life be fetched like sand? Some are born of spirits Others by woman Many as offsprings Only one by a virgin I fell in the peasant's farmhouse To a woman who never wore blouse Had friends whose hair birthed lice And siblings who survived on lies Those on the other side Thought a river was like poolside And had TV to view "by the fireside" To them, life began at twenty While mine was waiting till forty. Weeding, pruning and thinning out Consoling myself that time won't run out Producing the golden tree That the lucky kid calls chocolate. Since age three I knew I was getting late But whose choice is it Being unworthy or dear To be born with silver wear Or be birthed a misfit Had we, those in my shoe We the unlucky ones Without any choice, not once Come across...

DREAMSCAPE

An experience of a walking life; Or thoughts of the day in motion at night, Flowing peacefully in spirit like a kite. Awaiting an Estimated Time of Arrival, In your heart’s own built terminal. You woke up from the thunderous snore, Just to realize you were in a slumber. But you vividly remember; The realities you did encounter, And how beautiful it was that you saw. So you shared your story in the morning, While you were still yawning. Yes you shared; With people of like-mindedness. And boom! you are a hit; A one time wander, Now a lifetime wonder, With whom everyone wants to sit, But your dreams, don’t let them plunder. You are now a champion, So go ahead my companion. Go ahead with that plan; Store as many as you can, If it can’t be frozen, just get it canned.

CHRISTMAS EVE

As though eve sounds like a name, Let’s dive deeper into her aim. Because, once upon a time in Eden, This same name was a mention. Days, weeks and months may pass, And once a lad meets a lass, He calls her to be his. Especially if she’s still a miss. She may agree with a kiss, Or sometimes with a cunning hiss… Saying, “I’ll think about it” If you hear her say this, Then boy, she deems you fit. Here comes your Eve: Not that regular girl… Who takes no for an answer, Nor accepting anything meager. Eve sees you as her sponsor, Her onetime companion. She trust to rest on your shoulder, And you dare not avoid her opinion. So take note of her anniversaries, As she jealously fight your adversaries. She expects you to sacrifice your anger, Even if she’s wrong, give her a pamper. Spoiling her with gifts and roses, As if life is all but rosy.

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