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In the beginning we prayed the sun would shine And that we would have butter for tomorrow's bread And that kings would call us on our phones And then we prayed for our families and for our friends And for the meeting with the boss At 10am tomorrow. Later we walked through the back gate Of the petrol station that led us to the market This time we prayed for enough money to buy stock fish and the new maggi flavor they talked about on TV But despite the fumes from the noisy generator outside, 8.30pm's dinner we would enjoy Wasn't it the other day we prayed for lamb and more soup when the bike hit you and we could barely afford a cab to take us back home? Quickly buying balm from the kiosk beside George's, Asking God why again, we prayed for a car. Taxis don't enter after 10pm. So from that day, we dreaded the gates between the station and ojodu market We looked beyond the skies when it rained Soaking our sunday best. She hissed And I made excuses, "Maybe God wants to tell us That this time tomorrow, we will tell a story" 10pm tomorrow? Heaven 's giant gates opened Yes, slowly. Those everlasting gates did open They did open to our hearts But ours were shut. Who knew when?
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
In the beginning we prayed the sun would shine
In the beginning we prayed the sun would shine And that we would have butter for tomorrow's bread And that kings would call us on our phones And then we prayed for our families and for our friends And for the meeting with the boss At 10am tomorrow. Later we walked through the back gate Of the petrol station that led us to the market This time we prayed for enough money to buy stock fish and the new maggi flavor they talked about on TV But despite the fumes from the noisy generator outside, 8.30pm's dinner we would enjoy Wasn't it the other day we prayed for lamb and more soup when the bike hit you and we could barely afford a cab to take us back home? Quickly buying balm from the kiosk beside George's, Asking God why again, we prayed for a car. Taxis don't enter after 10pm. So from that day, we dreaded the gates between the station and ojodu market We looked beyond the skies when it rained Soaking our sunday best. She hissed And I made excuses, "Maybe God wants to tell us That this time tomorrow, we will tell a story" 10pm tomorrow? Heaven 's giant gates opened Yes, slowly. Those everlasting gates did open They did open to our hearts But ours were shut. Who knew when?
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
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