The Lord is reshaping his church
He is pruning and reviving
Extreme exposures underway
Jaw-dropping revelations yet
Judgement has began
The church is not exempt


When our favorite churches fall
And we hear the judgements on our best preachers
know that it is time
To seek the Lord in spirit
And in truth
While it is today
Repent and be saved

Hear oh people of the land
It's about time
When money will be a clown
Your notes will have no value
And your trade will be disturbed
oh man
Are you ready for the shock
Oh my beloved country
Are you stacking your barns
The time is near and now is
When the dollar will be gone
And money will be in the cloud
The pride of scoffers abroad
Will melt in everlasting void
A new life and a brand new era
Falling on us from the land of the beast
The time is now
And it's nearer than our shadows

And because of her harlotry
And subversion of the word of God
That great nation shall fall
She has dined with demons
And danced with the devil
She has given in to unnatural tendencies and lured the world to her party
While blinding eyes and destroying souls

Her pride would be thrown under the soil
And her arrogance will fade away
She will cry out her last tear
When aid is out of sight
Her end will be in slavery
And her land will be forgotten
When you see her fall
Take heed and repent

The nations will watch in awe
As the Lord brings down her idols
Diseases and pestilence will afflict her being
And the drums of war shall be heard at her gates
Her gold, notes and coins will be lost
She will have nothing to eat
Nations will see this judgement
And stand in awe of the Lord

I wish pictures reflect who we truly are
that every pixel represents the smallest unit of a person's soul
Where every atom would portray our true being
Well, as we would have it
We only see a fine display of fleshly aura
And it only takes a voyage beyond this world To discover true colors

AI is generating texts
In the right contexts
AI is writing poems
In the abstract realms
As a poet should I fret?
Should I quit and regret?

I have no words for the evil one
I have my God to praise
My strength and leisure his name to proclaim
His love to share abroad
Ten thousand times  and one million more
My constant song to sing
The Lord my God, my Lord Jesus
Thy praise forever more

Even in my low estate
Emmanuel, I will sing
Fearing God and keeping his word
The ecclesiastical charge
In the morn and day and hours of the eve
Adoration words I'll pour
Pure letters from my heart
To the most high God above

I stand at the ocean gate, submersed
Searching for my beloved
Fighting the waves and sharks
And the dreaded hearts of yesterday
My fear remains
That I will be lost in the ocean
And found by tomorrow's titans

you embrace me under your monstera
and turn your back under the oak
while I stand agaze in the wild
I search not for the love I'll never have
I look within my inner self
and find the love I need

While I wrote in the dark
My words gave me light
Bright enough to carry on

Time has unearthed numerous irreplaceable pens
The beauty of the vast array of hearts Pouring out exquisitely woven letters
To bring out what uniquely represents their thoughts
Overrides any attempt to put literary works on a competitive  plane
Hello poet
You are the best
You are non-fungible

Today marks my 100th writing
I am grateful
For the hard times that inspired me to write  
And the happy times that drove my passion
And all the eyes that my words caught
And to all who passed by to like
And those who went further to comment
And to my future fans
Cheers to us all

Sapiens hiding under the popular phrase to condemn fellow sapiens
There is nothing like Ghana or Nigeria Jollof
Jollof is how you make it
And no single person's jollof taste like the other
In either jurisdictions

court rise!

Books have been there
Books are still there
Technology has been there
And it only gets better
But why
People speak more highly of books  
Why the hate for Tech
What if Tech came before books
Would the narrative change?
Is it the fact that book is paper?
If it is the knowledge
If it is the wisdom it exudes
Then technology is a smarter book
Flipping through pages
Checking index and markups
I do these in a click
And my palm is my shelve
Don't get it twisted
Books are still great

And when you have squeezed their breath
And emptied their land
When blood becomes a voice
And sculls a shaky falsetto
What remains
Rubbles
That speak to say
Where art thy subject

When the delay widens the pit
And more souls disperse
A clear heart
Is the final victor
Yet
Lost souls
Lost empire

Dear God
I have inscribed my little beginnings upon the lines
The journey may seem long
And my vision blurred
But I know
Yes I know
That not long
I will be the same scribe
That will pen down the sweet remains of the remaining journey
In you I trust
And my testimony is sure

I can feel the soft lips of the season
Kissing my colourful skin
It leaves a certain melody on my pores
And fills the emptiness left from long ago
Hymns of the manger rhyme with the wind
While the business of men soldier on
The church bells announce the joyous meet
While Santa prepares our bounteous fanta
The breeze of the eve roam with cheerful hope
And day and night dance the friendly salsa
Our savior alone
The chief cornerstone
And the hope of life
Born in a manger
And sins to atone
So sings the melodious trombone