Last night I was about to take a stroll with my three years
Old niece before we set out she said "Hold my hand"
Rising her little arm to me to take hold of it, before I
Did that I said "What is the magic word" she then said
"Please hold my hand" I smiled at her and took hold of her
Little arm in my strong hand and we left our quiet
Estate and head for the main road into town;
As we walk slowly my thought kept going back to what
She said "Hold my hand" as we near the
End of our journey we came across a woman that
Had two children with her, she piggyback
One and said to the other one "give me you hand"
Like a blind man that sees the light for the first time it
Dawn on me that as I stroll with my nice that I was watching out for
My nice all time for I had made sure she has not stumble or fall, her
Young leg did most of the work yet it was my hand that keep
Her safe and in this single moment like a flash of lighting
Across the sky it cross my mind that I too
Need God to hold my hand as I journey through life, in that moment I
Did one thing - I look up to the heaven and said "Lord please hold my hand."

My soul is almost drowning
In the flood of my
Depression; wave after wave of

It rolls over my soul.
I was just about to give
Up on life. I was just like

Water spilled on the ground that
Couldn’t be gathered again. Then
I felt your presence in

The quiet breeze of the
Night, It was like a soft
Whisper that calms a wild horse.

Now every morning I long
For the quiet nights with
The gentle breeze and soft

Whispers in the winds that
Give my soul hope about life
And anchor it to earth.

As I lie awake listening to the rain and wind
Playing music on my roof, the melody is as
Enchanting as a siren song.

I imagine the sky is blue. The trees are dancing
And waving their leaves while the rain-maker
cheers them on with lightning and thunder.

In the rainy season, my roof and the road to my
House will have a shower: they will look as clean
As the cloud that wanders aimlessly on a sunny day.

I can smell the season in the air as the rains pours
Down; what a delightful smell. It fills my heart with
Joy like the sea is filled with water.

I too must join the trees in their rain dance, for
This season is the season of life and wildflowers.

A for Austerity, P for Poverty,
R for Recession, and U for Unemployment.
Recession is in town with her three

Un-amusing friends, whose hands are always
on their lips; and wherever the gang goes
they take away the fun from that place;

tinny Tanana biko biko! Whose car is
unemployment going to take away, to
make him use his leg-dis benz?

Eeny Meeny Miney mo! Whose house is poverty
going to crash in, and undo a
lifetime’s work in a matter of weeks?

tinny Tanana, biko biko! What will austerity
sell to the state? Is it a string for
the ministers to tighten the state purse?

Hear! Hear! Recession is in town. Bad
policies invited her with her three friends
to party and paint the town gray;

shame on the leaders on whose watch the
doors of the state were opened to recession
and her three friends; their ears will

be filled with the wailing and insults of the
populace, like the cry of a widow, whose
only son has passed away, fills the house.

Go into town, call every Tom, Harry, and Nick
tell them to wear green and come out quick
today is saint Patrick's day
no chasing leprechaun today.
Only drowning shamrock in beer like we'e freak

There was an old woman name Sarah that
her future was in shamble, that we thought
but God who has created
her, use her for great deed.
this woman gave birth to, nation of might

You happen to be one of the best
Things that she has wanted out
Of life and now that she could not
Have you it hurt like never before yet

She could not believe that she held
Her dream once, she held it in her hand
Yet she let go of it, trying to chase the Wind;
She took everything she had for granted and

Now that it is all gone, bittersweet memories
And a broken heart is all that she has.
She didn’t know what she had until it was
Gone. These days she misses the way he opens,

Up to her with just a touch like those sunflowers
In Andy’s backyard, that are planted in rows
and opens up to the sun, at sunrise. What is
left for her is to try to get back her old dreams.

Simple things for simple people;
they live a simple life,
marry a simple wife and

have simple children and
leave a simple history for
the world, upon their death.

They stumble on a beautiful
today and trip on a wonderful
tomorrow; and prosper always.

They live out their lives
in peace and die quietly
without suffering and at ease.

They are like the rising
and setting of the sun
that comes and goes quietly.

They are the envy of
everyone that knows struggle,
war or pain: this I know.

I recall my first day in a big city, and state
in my country what made that day phenomenal
was the incident that took place. As fate

will have it I had the window sit and saw the whole
painful and hilarious thing that took place that day.
Exhausted by a long journey from a little

town in the north which is very far away
from the shoreline, I sat in a coach watching flyovers
and awe by them and the number of people that stay

in the a big city. It look like it was swamp by ants
moving in and out of their home. There was hardly
any space that was not occupied by feets or cars.

Just as I was busy trying to look at the lovely
buildings and sights in the city a beautiful car
drove beside us with a youth who is hardly

out of his teen, his carefree nature and demeanour,
I notice for it remind me of myself in my youth,
as his car in the other lane came a bit closer

to us in a traffic jam smoke began to rise underneath
the bonnet of his car like the exhaust of a train that
use coal. I panic, and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth

I wanted to tap the glass of my window and shout yet
I just sat there watching with my heart in my
throat; while the youth rushed out and open his bonnet

he quickly began to blow away the smoke by
using his hands and mouth, the more he blew
the more the bonnet glows red, instantly he realize

he was fanning the flames; as the smoke became few
I could see a fire was beginning to rage near the battery
sit. The young man leap into a flurry of action and flew

into a shallow ditch near by, recklessly and gather a very
small handful of loose sand and weeds, and dump
it beside the battery where the fire rage with more fury

as he turn to dive into the ditch for more sand to drop
into the bonnet he suddenly stoped realizing how futile
it was. The next moment he went for his belt and zip,

but stop again when he realize that was a futile
exercise too for no **** will put out that inferno and
without a fire extinguisher he was doom, miserable,

and helpless.He then shouted "help!" turning his head
form side to side and looking at passing motorist with his
hands held up in the air like he was pleading with God.

At the time he was diving into the ditch for weeds
and sand I saw the passenger door of the truck
ahead of us open and another youth maybe in his

twenties; with chest like a barrel Calmly walk
Over to the burning car and use a fire extinguisher
to douse the fire, and quickly rushed back to their truck;

for vehicles in the traffic began moving a bit faster;
since the the traffic jam had ease up. All this event
lasted for no more than 60 minute. As our driver

move on I felt and knew the youth with the burnt
car has learn about the importance of fire extinguisher
in a car the most painful way. as for me I felt relief, yet
I pray never to find myself in that young mans shoe.

Meet Jane, she squanders her life chasing love
Now everyone thinks she squanders her life
On sweet nothing but
By Jove! what a thing she has experienced in her lifetime:
Only God knows;
Yet they thought she squander her life on sweet nothing

Meet John he lives his life struggling
Now everyone thinks he is in love with struggles,
But is life not full of struggles.
O! What a thing he has seen in his lifetime,
Because he struggled with it, yet they though
He squanders his life searching for fool’s gold
And empty dreams.

Meet Jack he spends his time drinking and partying
Now everyone thinks he squanders his life having fun.
Hmm! All work and no play make Jack a dull boy and this
Dull Jack has the hounds of hell on his heels when he is
Sober, they had no idea what he was going through;
Yet they thought he squander his entire life
Being miserable and drunk all the time.

Meet Matt he works all his life to earn a living
And everyone thought he squander his life working,
Ah! Is not more work the reward for hard-work and
No one cares that he has promises to keep and places to
Be, yet they thought he squanders his entire life working
And may end an old lonely fellow.

Meet Abby she squanders most of her livelihood on fashion and
Material things and everyone thought she squanders her livelihood on useless things.
Oy! Some things have to give, that’s the way it has been but
No one cares she had a craving to satisfy and insecurities to hide
With cloth that glitters, yet thought she squanders her life on material things; so that she could be the center of attention.  

Let them think all they like. Let them say whatever they think of
We all have our crosses to carry, our insecurities and habit, and promises to deal with.
Life is meant to be squandered on something whether it's on a noble deed or a selfish act?
Life is meant to be squandered on something whether it's on a
Meaningless or meaningful Things?  
Life is meant to be squandered on our wishes and whips and
We have seconds of it to squander,
We have minutes of it to squander,
We have hours of it to squander,
We have days off it squanders,
We have weeks of it to squander,
We have years of it to squander,
We have a lifetime of it to squander till we are no more,
Till we return to the very dust that we are created out of.

Story of my life. My relationship with my bed is awesome I can afford to miss it, but my relationship with water is bordering on obsession I can't afford to miss it.

Stranger
When I was but a child
anywhere I go I find magic
and you could see the joy
and delight in me everywhere

I go; but as I become a man
life becomes a strange thing
and I stranger to all the magical
places and people I use to love.

Standing from outside and looking
in now I realize what turn me
into a stranger it was because
I let the child in me die

There once was a girl who was sad
she wear what is black so to hide
when summer is here the dress,
it calls heat that drenches
these cloth in summer will have her mad.

Thank you lord for the gift of life
How could we ever pay you for that and
All the good things you have done for us
None of us will be alive if not for your
kindness, grace, love, faithfulness and protection,
So we gather here today to celebrate thanksgiving and to
Give glory to your holy name by giving praise to you -for
In this harsh and cruel world we live in you have blessed
Everyone of us and like the proverbial tree, we are
Indeed flourishing and thriving and also multiplying in
Number so for this and many more we are saying "thank you."
Gracious Lord accept our thanksgiving like you did Abel's.

It is human nature to doubt everything;
It is human nature to feel with the senses before belief.
The creator knew this, hence children resemble their parents
In look and character, to eliminate doubt and establish belief.
It is natural to abuse the body for praise and glory;
It is natural to cut the body for beautification.
The creator knew this; that’s why some body parts regenerate; while
Some he made important that we feel the need to protect.
It is natural to like and desire beautiful things,
It is human nature to be greedy and cruel;
The creator knew that, so he removed desire and strength
In old age, so that humans could find rest from their nature.
The creator knows his creation, so he put checks and
Balances in place to give his creation peace of mind.

You never wanted anyone for
Yourself, so you jumped from
One relationship to another
like Asian carp in a lake.
You never bothered about who was
In your bed, provided you had
Pleasure, with no strings attached.
You never thought love and
Companionship; their concomitant is the
Killer of spinsterhood and bachelorhood.
You fought hard against love
And pleasure but you knew
You were fighting a lost cause
just like a sailor fighting
the weather at sea.
The heart wants him,
And is fond of him,
And is set on matrimony.
The heart wants what the
Heart wants; it won’t rest
Till it wins.

It all started when my retired
but not tired old dear father
moved to a nice new neighbourhood,

with only sleep and the weather
to worry about and still feeling
young at heart my sexagenarian father

refused to be turn into "fiddling"
his word, while he's the figure
head of the house. So to gardening

he took, showing he was a rear
breed -old school, for two years he tiol
in his garden making it a rear

success with little harvested of small
fruit, herb, flowers, vegetables and tomatoes.
Everything change one morning in April

A neighbour's **** and two hens
with their chicks turn his garden
into a free buffet eating his plants

with vengeance of a thirst man
in desert that found a stream.
Dad took to using little stone

and stick to try and chase them
away by waving it and making
shoo! sounds the hens who seem

to value their chicks life started staying
away. but it was not so with
the white rooster he was having

None of it to ire my old father
more every morning and at least twice
daily he stand and crow louder

at my dads window and only his.
Being old and full of sleep
this annoyed him, his cosy nice

cat naps was intrude upon, the relationship
between the one feet cantankerous rooster
and father took a dive. To rip

off the **** head and feather
was my father first thought but
we plead that he report the rooster

to it owner, he trace the white
**** owner's house five house away
and found out his kin own it.

we never knew why but up to today
He never reported the **** his
owner, while it got more bold everyday

with it antic. New year's day becomes
what father loved to see more
than any day; for he thinks

the fat cantankerous, son of the air,
in our dialect it translate to a *******;
(he restore to calling names) will be no more

because of the drama unfolding we had
a new year vision for "Bob"
the white feather and red head

rooster.Low and behold cantankerous bob
saw the new year's day in
the usual antic befitting only bob
by coming to my dad window to crow

Some superiors know how to hold a grudge,
That only death could pry them away from it;
Some colleague are inexperience in every aspect
Of their work, but well verse in treachery and groveling;

Some customers know how to transfer their aggression
And run out of patience at the sight of frown;
So we overwork nonentity most remove our crown
And put a barrier against these office hurricane for protection;

We most tell ourselves little-lies everyday that we're strong,
For this little make belief is our safety at work;
Like we hope for heaven we hope today won't
be as bad as tomorrow and our joy to be long

There was once a wealthy man who was a *****
that loves to play games which are cruel and sick
he did that with impunity for
many years without thought of fear
until the "Me too" movement put him in the nick

By heavens! The selfless one, she is gone.
Brave as a lion she fought for just cause;
If courage means fearless, then she is courageous;
If today’s cubs are tomorrow’s lions, then she births lions.

I have seen humanity’s darkest side: greed and ego;
But no such darkness in her whole being.
In my sojourn on earth, l knew peace and love;
’Cause your deeds toward men translate into self-sacrifice.

Before I could say Jack Robinson, it happened;
Yesterday she was here, today she is gone. The Nile
Flows into the sea, emptying itself there: nature rules;
So the selfless one has gone home to her maker.

Adonia, I can’t fathom why you always call the
Selfless ones home first; you called the last I know.

A match made in heaven is when justice marries truth;
Marriage is a battle of will: conquer or be conquered;
marriage is like a school that no one ever graduates from.
So couples should carry their cross like Christ did, bravely.

Some men are good husbands, but lousy when it
Come to being a good father, like a male polar bear;
Some women are good mothers, but lousy when it
come to being a good wife, like a black-widow spider;

Every just queen knows this: her body is not hers;
It belongs to her king, who should cherish it;
Every truthful king knows this: if he rules in truth
His reign may endure and weather the storm of marriage.

This thing called marriage is fascinating and amazing;
It lets ordinary folks feel like kings and queens in their homes.

there was once an ordinary man named bobby
who felt like he's three in one body
when he is asleep he feel
like a spirit with holy soul
and yet in real flesh he is no clergy.

I say I will leaves the debate of great matter
to the great thinkers of earth-those that can
walk on water and those that walk on moon;
for their both equal to the challenge of keeping humanity
safe: from the clutches of change that make things mad,
yet when I see the state of my generation
my heart leaps into my throat,for fear of unknown.
when the debate between these thinkers get heat it makes
me sad for slender is what both will resort to.
When religion feels call upon to act for humanity sake
and the constitution feels call upon for justice for humanity
and both could not see face to face- the sentinel
should be call upon to guard peoples lives. when this
two are at each other throat again it mean- death.

Zeus is a man who has been around for long
in his long life he has heard the siren song
the song that make men
jump overboard into the ocean
he said it's an echo of "help! help!" for long