By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Oh God of impossible cases!
Save our nations from this deadly pandemic called corona virus.

Come to our aid and show yourself mighty
In this time of trouble
And take your glory in full.

We humbly bow to you
Because you said we should call
Upon you in the days of trouble
And you will answer.

Let your name be glorified
As you go through our nations
With your carriage of mercy:
Showing yourself mighty
In this impossible case.

Nullify these massive death grip
Ravaging the lives you created:
In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth!
The Son of The Living God!
Amen!

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

It is very useless to fight over a man:
If he loves you enough, he should keep his concubines far from your notification.
That is called "respect."

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

As the days counts you into it, prepping the dishes that will be served in certain days.
Be fully aware that:

Some days you will be served bitter leaf soup; some days you will be served sweet corn.
When you find yourself at the dining of sweet corn: eat it to your satisfaction to enable you sweeten the next bitter leaf soup you might be served.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

"I know my right. We know."
But it is more reasonable for you to give way for the major madness on the roads.

While driving, some people gets carried away by the mechanism while some are more cautious.
When a reasonable man sees raw madness on the route, he tries as much as he can to avoid it, even if he is on a first class right. It is only a living being that talks about right.
When the unexpected takes over the scene: drive for your life. Don't allow it to happen if you can control it. To avoid obstructing the route with accidental grammar which includes the aforementioned.
Forget right, be at fault to stay alive.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Where one, two or more evil uncles, wives mates or whosoever that is suppose to be part of the nurturing, sits to torment, delay or crush the destinies of these young ones without thinking of the aftermath of their wickedness...
Yet we ask how?

When the souls of these young ones becomes angrier than expected.
They indulge in the unimaginable to save their faces.
I am not trying to promote evil but answering a vital question.

This generation is crazier than one can ever imagine: highly unpredictable and vehemently heinous than their predecessors.
They might not have the patient to wait...
So if those who instigates these thinks It's gonna narrow down their ways, they might have something else coming...
Isn't that obvious?
Yet we ask how?

No one is forcing anyone to help another.
"If you don't want to help these children, leave their destinies alone!"
There is a time limit for every destiny to explode and take a new shape in reality, no matter the barriers: depending on each individual's readiness to fight and become...!
Some fight the right way; some fight the wrong way.
Yawning to meet up with the unnecessary competition.
That might either take their lives or sustain it because of the high levels of risks involved.
Yet we ask: "how did we get to this point?"
That is how we got to this point!

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

To my love:
Whose name is Jehovah,
Whose word is true,
Whose love is sure,
Whose mercy pacifies:
You are indescribable.

To my King:
Who surpasses all kings,
Whose voice resounds like thunder,
Whose glory roars beyond,
Whose hands created the whole universe:
You are the only true God.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

She cried before she started smiling
On a date wherein she came forth.
Becoming so many things as time goes on
Yielding to the will of her Maker

As:

Poetry became her forte;
Dancing became her fun;
Music became her lost;
Yet artistically performs in art
Leaving no stone unturned
In the world of fashion creating beautifully
As if creativity accompanied her here
Because she is made of more...

Touching lives her way;
Growing wings without fear
In the midst of fierce challenges
Looking forward.

Unbeatably making waves in places
Yet to be unfolded.
Sealed lips: breaking limits.

Jenny, the unbeatable Soter
Rolls in Royce wherein no fear is
To sink the insurmountable levels of servitude
Playing pranks: as if life belongs to them.

19th comes every January to celebrate her
Even in the luxury of 2020 whose echoes
Resounds: "happy birthday Jennifersoter!"

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Social Media:
Where angels and devils conglomerate.

Social Media:
Where works are being showcased.

Social Media:
Where people are being monitored.

Social Media:
Where so many mingles.

Social Media:
Where arguments haywires.

Social Media:
Where people finds love.

Social Media:
Where people falls victim for being gullible.

Social Media:
Where people are being discovered.

Social Media:
Where interactions gets paid.

Social Media:
Where awareness embraces its views.

Social Media:
Where men are being transformed.

Social Media:
Where men gets ruined.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Several years had been your forerunner
Speaking things unforeseen;
Creating things yet to be accomplished.

And here you are:

Delivering things given to you
From time immemorial.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

They sat at the gate
Waiting for me to crossover.

I flew over their heads
Laughing at their foolishness.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Beautiful world; beautiful people:
No time to waste.

Beautiful world; beautiful people:
Who knows their hearts.

Beautiful world; beautiful crew:
Might ruin or make you smile.

Beautiful world; beautiful choice:
Unfolds the decisions you made.

Beautiful world; beautiful life:
It all depends on you.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Give it a chance in Africa:
For the dawn knows the blossoming grain.

Give it a chance in Africa:
For the moon brightens uninvited.

Give it a chance in Africa:
For the mother earth smiles on you.

Give it a chance in Africa:
And support the effort of every child.

Give it a chance in Africa:
And listen to that child when he is making sense.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

When he calls himself a god
Who couldn't be reached.
Call yourself a vessel
Who should be honoured.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I call you a country of dignity
You called me a people of nothingness.

Wherewithal thy glory
Which makes you a story?

Could it be that the vows made
To our heroes past were vain?

Singing feign
On an empty fame.

Oh nation
So great:

Let thy glory come
To shunt the story scoffs.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Standing as a gate
Open wide for various beings
Seeking ****** remedy
In different wards,
Accommodating janitors
Who cares to care.

Erected as welcoming structures
During emergencies and non
Administering to payments made.

As flashes of Whites
Goes round to care
With the options of handing over
At the time appointed.
Singing lullaby with series
Of administrations through
Syringes and plates of tablets
Giving instructions.

The hospital:
Thou art so accommodating...
Passing human and spirits
To various destinations
As thy size speaks ginormous
Expanding in wards,
Treating cases of empathy
With faithful expectations.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

They told you that
Which you are not sure of.

You took sides with them
To exhibit a hate
Which you are not part of.

On the grounds of sides
Which might be highly deceptive.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Excess trouble:
Looking for who will look for you

To discover your naughty deeds
Even when no one is trying to notice

Your horrible nature filled with trauma
And disdain.

Feeling the heart of men
With fear and sadness.

Claiming right
In your foolish state.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Love me now that I am living
Than to write the epistles that doesn't exist
When I am gone.

Help me now that I am in need
Than to offer a piece that might not be noticed
When I am made.

Save me when you can
Because life can be an ordinary shadow.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Deep down your heart
I saw myself gaining acceptance
Without struggle,
Without fear;
Just loving,
So noble:
Living to love it.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Back in the days
People see city as the way out
But recent happenings
Had proved diaspora
As the messiah.

Moulding lives beyond the awe.
Crowning efforts made
With beautiful payments.
Giving meaning to lives events.
Dignifying the last jew man.

Beautiful diaspora:
Thou art so colourful
In your own ways;
Exhuming your challenges and rules
Which flaws men that violates your orders.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

If you must call my name:
Call me what I am
And not what I'm not:
I will understand.

If you must call my name:
Call it not in your mean state
But with a soft tone:
That will be better for us.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

You are free
To love or hate me
Because that doesn't define me.

You are free
To smile or repel with a scowl
Because life left us with so many options.

You are free
To appoint or disappoint me
Because there are many opportunities waiting for me to harness.

You are free
To agree or disagree with me
Because opinion offers itself as a freelance sailor.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Frustrated in the midst of affairs
Wherein men punk and junk.

Becoming overbearing
Wherein you couldn't take it anymore.

Adopt a smile
And mean it.

Alarm for help
And pour out.

Become a big mess
With your tears.

Become a big boss
In your mindset:

Create a beautiful future
With a fantasy;

Create a list of survivors
And include yourself.

Forget the pains
Even if it is for a moment.

Reborn yourself
And start afresh...

Do all you can
But don't write that suicide note.

Do all you can
But don't take your own life.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

If I have ever been broken:
It is because I allowed it.

If I have ever been trampled upon:
It is because I didn't react.

If I have ever been delayed:
It is because I was foolish enough not to know where I belong.

If I have ever been stagnated:
It is because I stayed in the midst of the wrong people for too long.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Lacking means, battling life:
Hospitals cares with cash.

Lacking help, hopeless state:
Consolation passes by.

Installments made, non completion:
Ward round cares with eyes.

Treatments skipped, Deterioration sings:
Life goes into extinction.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I was there when the nobles
Announced our fate.

In the midst of they wherein
I marveled:

As the world started banking
At my presence

And searches for a proxy
Whose reliability disseminates entrustment

Until hope started speaking
My local dialects.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

There is hope set upon a hill
Wherein the people looks towards
Without knowing their fate.

There is fate messing up
The affairs of the people
Wherein they were opinionated.

There is opinionatedness mounting up
Without fear across the borders of men
Of substance whose worth speaks loud.

These men are rescued from afar
Without their opinions yet stretches
For the nut that sours their tastes.

Jennifersoter Ezewi

When my parents paid my school fees, they didn't publish it on Facebook nor it's related; when they gave me certain allowances, nothing of such happened.

Why should I make noise of buying them a car or footing their bills when my substance is enabled?

Most parents broods offline with little or nothing to show from their children's wealth while their children goes about making empty noise.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I love the land called Israel
Cause I'm a physical manifestation
Of thy gene.

Come rain come shine
I cannot be detached from thee
Because I am thine.

A seed sprouted from afar
Yet unto honour.

Despise me not
When I see thee:
To feel thee more
When I view thee.

Yeah are mine,
I am yours:
Let not the distance
In view separate us.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Searched all over the globe
By his curious brethren
Who craves for a trace
On the minute of a sign or symbol.

Coast to coast has he sojourned
In search of this settlement
That baffles all.
Yet so symbolic to be identified.

What prompted the African search
Brought a bloodline to Nigeria
To view the striking identification
Their brother left behind as an easterner.

This mysterious remembrance has
Launched a helping hand to the present
Generation, intending to wipe the tears
Of a populace who hails from the east.

Having found the tribes of Gad emerges
A reunion of East and these westerners
Who vowed to find a brother whose position
Is the seventh in Jacob's court.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Their day is here again
To feed us with the joy
Of livelihood
Before these special gifts
We cannot create
But nurture and love
When they are given
To us as seeds
So delicate to behold
With a mandate of duty
So assigned to reject
From cradle to fruition
Which puts smiles on
Our faces when they
Run around with the energy
Of words calling Mama and Papa
To attend to their needs.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

You kept people on their toes
All through the year
With a ridiculous preparation
That kept them believing
That you are getting ready for
The date appointed;
Only to wake up on this sure date
To announce the cancellation.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

If you choose to bow to your believe
And I choose to stand
To my believe
Why should we fight?

When I chose to stand
Before my Maker in humble
Adoration
It was my choice.

When you chose to bow
To your believe
It was equally your
Choice.

My orientation thought me to Stand or genuflect
While your orientation
Thought you to bow.

Why should we fight
Over our choices
When it was not imposed
On us by anyone?

If I don't force you to stand
To my believe
Why should you force
Me to bow to your believe?

Is this believe not meant to be Amicable?
Why should we fight over it
As if we own it?

We all came to
Embrace it,
We will all leave it
Behind.

If I call you brother
Why can't you call me one?
If I crave for peace
Why can't we live in peace?

Is it not what we preach?
Is it not what we strive to
Achieve?
Peace be still.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

You are my eyes and my sight;
You are my thought and expression;
You are the lifting up of my hands:
You are the one I love.

You are my fear and my freedom;
You are my sense and my calculation;
You are my opinion and my statement:
You are the one I love.

You are my beginning and end;
You are the source of my joy;
You are the future I see because
You are the one I love.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

This is a country we live in: a country that is quick to imitate the foreign soil without considering its environment.

This is a country we live in: a country that imitates without checking if the time is right.

This is a country we live in: a country whose banking sector obliges its customers to adopt a verification system without adequate security.

This is a country we live in: a country that is quick to start an elephant project without completion.

This is a country we live in: a country that has a lot to learn about maintenance.

This is the country we live in: the country that considers the rich before the poor.

This is the country we live in: the country that swims in abundance yet, lives in penury.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I have known you as a land
Filled with natural sweetness,
Fertile to the point of Willingness,
And productive to all.

You have been under the management of great leaders
Whose echoes resounds out of your reach as either bad or good managers.

You are a land to reckon with
But the torment of the old brigades
wouldn't let you go.

They call you Nigeria the great
But I call you the great land of nobility
Whose resources satisfies generations
Unremitting.

You are the land I hail from,
The land of my fathers
Whose greatness abound.

Sooner or later you will stand
To defend your name again,
You will ***** your glory in victory,
You will stand without lurch
and display your greatness.

You will wipe the tears of your inhabitants
who have learnt their lessons.

You are indeed a land of peace,
Designed to redoubt your citizens
In other to awaken your redound
But your redoubtable sculpts and scuff.

Your violators will crumble on their knees in astonishment
Seeking peace.
The unimaginable will surprise them soonest
Because peace refits itself.

This land must soar in glory,
Her people will rejoice again.
The land of my fathers is Nigeria,
Rich in culture and overly blessed.
This is that great land I hail from.

by Jennifersoter Ezewi

The valiant are being tamed
By the sword of intimidation
Who lunges towards every states
With a face wreathed in vengeance.

Who is good for slaughter?
The one with the sword or
The non violence?

But they claim unaware
on life threatening issues which is the basic
Thereby replacing the number
one priority with the secondary
grease that spins money on their tables.

Who instigates and launches attacks on every route that leads to the cross?
The custodian or the cursed?

Who is good for slaughter?
The guilty or non guilty?
Why then is the blood of the
innocents serving the interests of the selected mighty?

The peaceful will prevail
But only time shall tell how
glorious it shall be.

The peaceful will prevail
But only time shall tell how glorious it shall be.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

We are united by lip service
Yet claims we are being serviced
When all we get is agony
in a country that is meant
to be united in love.

If we claim to be one,
We are supposed to be duly
serviced by the share of our
oneness.

We can't be warmly expectant
when all we get is negligence;
We can't be claiming oneness
when our supposed lovers
throws our love to the retch.

Let this oneness be redefined
for us to know our stand;
Let the best we can be satiate
our amiable positions to
prove our oneness.

We have soared above
this mess and needs a prove
of our oneness:
Let it be recorded that we are
in love by the way we treat
ourselves;
Let our love be seen and not told.

How amiable we ought
to have grown instead of hate
and bigotry;
How prominent we look
yet plays around like kids
without direction.

We are endowed to be emulated;
We have gone too far to miss
our ways:
Let the love we claim be resurrected
And let our oneness be practiced.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Learn not to be scared of anything
Because it is a sign of weakness.

Learn not to allow people push you around
Because you are not gullible.

Learn not to allow people draw words out of your mouth
Because you are sensible enough.

Learn to be strong
In other to conquer.

Learn to stand firm
And become you.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

It drops daily like an oil
full of sweet fragrance and blossoms made in heaven

Lingering on the sofa of the
seraphic heart of mine
with ardent reception on a
daily basis

Screaming peace and love
to mankind;
Expressing the ***** of sagacity

As the wind of mirth writes
on the sand of time.

Your love is evergreen
and unremitting,
assured in the midst of storm
conniving the peace of all ages.

My love for you
is made in heaven
because you invented it
in a garden and commanded
me to do so.
you taught me how to love you as My Father,
Trust you beyond measure
And stand with my hands lifted up.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

She is beautiful
When her knees gives you
Direction.

She is beautiful
When the words of her mouth
Keeps you calm.

She is beautiful
When the look of her
Embroidery keeps you warm.

She is beautiful
When her smiles
Makes you comfortable.

She is beautiful
When her compelling force
Gives you peace.

She is beautiful
When the steps she takes
Honours your name.

She is beautiful
When the smoke around her
Keeps her refined.

She is beautiful
When her actions keeps her Attracted.

She is beautiful
When the fire in her eyes Quenches your worries.

She is beautiful
When you declare her
Beautiful.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

They are like skin
Which shines at the presence
Of nourishment
And becomes malnourished
At the presence of lack.

They are like the brain
Which portrays brilliance
At the place of knowledge
And becomes dull
At the place of ignorance.

They wish to be polished
But don't have the means;
They wish to know
But don't know how to go
About it.

They hunger and thirst
For intake
But couldn't afford the bills;
They parade on rags
But couldn't apportion blames.

They can only beg at - will
As ones that needs your help:
Don't laugh at them;
Don't despise them
Because they were not
opportune.

They are here:
They live around you;
Speak around you,
Frown around you
And yet, smiles around you.

Don't laugh at them
Because they were not
opportune:
They can only get better by
your help
And can only sound better by
your support.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I found a place:
Where plagiarism fears its
license.

A place where works attracts
its audience.

It is a place of publicity:
Where reviews encourage its
own.
The assemblage of legends.

It is a place of refuge:
Where works standout.
A place of honour:
Where applause exchange
glances.

It is the latest place:
A very safe place
Wherein we say 'hello!'

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

When the elders decides
to bury their young,
Who will bury them?

When the beautiful lives
they could not create sleeps
at the expense of their orders
Who will applaud them?

Is there a position far-fetched
from listening?
Why is the irate crowd not pacified?

Why are there loss of lives
in the midst of non-violence?

Who gave a ****** order
when peace should be still?
Are there no more rooms for dialogues?

Kings oh kings!
Don't cast your young to the
beyond
Because they are your future:
They wish to learn from you;
They wish to be proud of you.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

The Gospel knocks
On the doors of willingness
Seeking to ameliorate fear
Of all kinds.

He rings the bell of freedom
Exonerating the willing signs
From the trial of guilt - ridden
Near or far.

The voice of melody
Infused with the message of
Acquaintance and bitter truth
Crying out loud!

Celebrate the reason for this topic
In the midst of madness
Spreading the virus of
Change.

Upon his miracles
Lies the doom of affliction
And enchantments of the
Unknown craves.

Celebrate his agents on the honour of his carriage
Winning wars with neither bullets ricochetting off points
Nor guns filled with
Natural sabotage.

Crazy has he gone with his presentations
Showcasing mysteries with the
Soundness of fruitful agility
Making waves.

Crazy is evergreen on topics
Hitting the drums of the percussionists
With joyful glance
Never to cease from crazy topics.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I have given you the authorization
To operate at - will
In other to use any word
of your choice;
Scoop any form you wish
And portray your desired effective topics.

Standing by you
Is my aura which gives you
The power to manifest.

I am poetic
But very disseminating.
I harbour to purvey at
The door steps of the needy.

Stand firm in your creation
Because I am your excuse.
I have given you all the permission you need.
Don't waver.

I am poetic and licensing:
I have risen to back you up.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I heard them call Kofi
When my sugar turned coffee
At the presence of a thing
Called coffin.

I know the living Kofi
Who doesn't come late
But is now late at the
Expense of a call called death.

The peace movement resound Kofi
Who couldn't respond from a coffin
But his legacy resound peace
That could not be bound.

Here is Kofi
Whose presence bespeak peace
But the day announced requiem
As nations sounds plaintive.

Goodbye Kofi,
Africa will always remember
That you united nations
Before your exit.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Staggering onward to an
assumed route in other to
arrive home makes the drunk
feel special.

He asks the wind and land
the way forward.
Urinates at every given point
of liquor's command.

"Someone show me the way
home."
As he whistles and sings
incorrigibly.

"Oh!
This must be home.
Where is this foolish woman
who calls me a drunkard?"
Hic*
"I am home to make you happy."

"Foolish woman.
Do you know that I brought
you from your father's house
to bear my name?
Nonsense!"

"Although I pay my rent at the
bar doesn't make me a drunk...
I will send you packing and
marry a pulchritude that will
take care of me."

"Go! Go and bring my food.
That is the only thing you...
Oh I remember."

Teeters towards the door.
"Where is the crayfish
that tastes so good in my soup?
The bitter leaf that tastes so
sweet at the end of the day.
My Akpino.
The ugly beauty.
I am so pressed."

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

The fluid of a writing pen has been exhausted;
Yet, the paper maketh an outcry.
Who can quench the infused passion for oil?
Whose echo resounds for ages without fear.

Strength! What is expedient?
At the point of departure of thy master,
Who screamed for hope?
When the journey beamed
At the invisible exit,
The seeds scooped out
The voice of continuity.

Integrity has left a legacy;
Weep not, Memo!
For the social prestige lieth awake.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

If we say we want to go home,
Who will lead the way?
If we say we want to go home,
How united are we?

We will go home
Only when we start agreeing together:
Loving each other,
Helping each other.

That is when we will go home:
When we are ready to give
Each other water on our way
home,
When we won't spite ourselves.

We will hold hands together
Singing a new song:
A song of hope,
A song of victory.

We will love without blemish,
Laugh without hindrance,
Hug without stabbing
And walk down the aisle of unity.

We will celebrate our heroes past:
Acknowledge our rare gems,
Appreciate ourselves
And celebrate home.