A liFE BY CHAnce

From a father to his son was said

'Your life be by chance
for your existence to your parents
none but pain a thousand fold brings'

Of love... of mercy upon her heart
your mother with you a chance took.
But when with years you grow,
my own chance I shall take

In the rivers deep I shall cast you,
and with delight, hope by chance you drown'

wONDERING...

Doth that man love God who would be willing to see
Christ in a crown of thorns
while for himself, he craves a crown of laurels?

Was Christ not ascended unto the throne by the cross,
should anyone messenger/ follower
expect to ascend his throne
on the shoulders of applauding crowds?

Weigh fast the cost,
if you do not will to bear Christs burden,
return to your labour and machinery,
be swift, hastily make profit

But let me whisper in your ears,
'What shall it profit a man
if he gains the whole world and loses his own dear soul?'

oF lEARNING... oF cHRIST

Lately, my relationship with Christ has bothered me... Its not that I don't love Him as much as I used to, it's not that I don't feel His prescence as much as I used to, It's just that I realise I have become increasingly fearful: I've let that familiar fear creep in, I've let my friends point to my insecurities that I hardly see my accomplishments- and in all humility, I am a quite accomplished fellow, I've let rejection from friends/ loved ones form value judgement as to how I perceive myself...

I just saw a post on http://www.hajel.blogspot.com/ titled 'Bring It On' and it's inspired me: every one deserves to read it. I have resolved to start afresh with Christ: to look beyond my past woes and look to His truth that reassures/ refreshes me daily... I have resolved to rekindle my faith: faith in family, in my friends, in my relationships, in myself... I have resolved to embrace His adversities as long as they are His will... I have decided to let go of fighting my demons, cast them to Him for He says the battle is His and the victory is mine, I've resolved that I wouldn't shrink or hide my accomplishments just so others would feel better, for theres a saying: ' by letting your light shine, you give others permission to do the same...

tHIS pRESENT dARKNESS....

Engulfing... Consuming

the darkness that from this news comes

robs me

of the option of grief

Swifty. Sadly

Everyday I face the same truth

Pain is like a thief in the night

Deep, quiet, persistent, unfair...

Puzzled. Illogical

How do I make sense of such a random act?

In my grief I realize,

death is sad and final...

To me it once was said

'To honour our lost loves, we must live our own lives well'

Tears

hOW lOVELY fLORENCE mUST bE...

By the Hudsons front she gazed,
faithfully, it's reflection gave back all her loveliness:
a queen in floral flawnessness, a sight that left me,
by the freshest summer greens,
green with envy....

aBIKu

Wrote this a very long time ago, after I read Soyinka's version of Abiku.... Please leave your comments: they are the only things that keep me writing.

From me something was hid:
Looking up to a mother so fair
yet troubled in an effort to
from death rescue an accursed son.

Her hand she placed upon my skin,
feeling for a fever:
her solemn expressions,
she replaced with false smiles.

In her voice as sheep, she said
'Remember this moment,
when your mothers hand
heals every trouble of your soul'

'For me lessen the pain,
let me go, as with the next season, I'd return'

TRAGEDY LOOMS

Tapping. Rapping. Knocking.
My heart from all doom carefully is guarded
But as time gleefully by me passes
Tragedy in looming maturity engages

That fear so familiar,
Its memory upon my heart is engraved
I remember surely, if I be not in God’s mercies,
Impending gloom be my portion

Shouldn’t all woes by me fade?
As in my loneliest hours,
My knees from prayer never sored,
And as I prayed, my eyes of tears dried.

Its legend HIS son for my bliss was killed,
But how then do I know, for within me is doubt…

ARMY OF TWELVE

Christ with HIS army of twelve,
carried forth their weapons,
and upon the futile earth
embarked on a journey of mysticism.

For mere men as I,
A sinful hand from my path they wiped,
Promising that if I just believe,
All heavens glory will upon me be revealed.

A huge difference to my life it made:
Accepting him not only as man born of woman,
But as the Almighty’s beloved son,
Who reconciles all men to the kingdom of the Father.

It’s HIS promises that keep me going,
For as I be in HIM, so would HE be in me.

Twenty And Two

It was my birthday on the 12th of February, I wrote a poem that day: I could lie that it was one of the best days I have had in a long while, but it wasn't: It wasn't even a relatively good day, factly speaking, it was one of the worst day's I've had in a long while....It rained that day though, I enjoyed the smell of dust freshly beaten by rain..... Please enjoy the poem, and leave comments.






How swiftly time flies
on its wings: twenty and two years:
Too soon has my time been spent,
and closer to manhood I advance.

It was mid time of day
when my pitied beauty to me said,
'all others besides you
have with age grown'

I do not remember when it all
stopped making sense:
as maturity that with age should come
has not by my path passed

It should be a good thing that I age,
but for the fear the swift years pass me by...

I BECOME A POET

Trust me; I have met poets! I may even be one?
He is a dangerous person to disagree with, I once tried?

He feeds his ego with well meaning words:
What defense do you stand against him with?
He writes for the sake of "self-expression"

You don’t know he’s selfish?
His manner of communication isn’t wholesome or edifying;
He conveys little sense in blown out vocabulary

The greatest one of them; Shakespeare,
Never has a man turned so little knowledge to such great account, as in his case
His mind was so fine; no idea could violate it, but death struck.

‘Death conquers all things’

My Birthday...Youth Service...POP...Poetry...Allen...

I haven't posted anything in a while... maybe not a while, that would be a huge understatement, maybe like a year or something... I have been growing, maturing in ways I never thought I would, I have been socialising: over the time span between my last post and now, I have met some of the most intelligent, exciting, professional people whose influence would continue to provide some sort of guidiance.

I started my National Youth Service, and just recently concluded it. I started my first paid job, and recently completed its course. I became a leader in my church, and up until recently, I was convinced it was the right thing to do.

Yesterday the 12th was my birthday: Abuja's first rain of the year fell on the same day... still trying to figure out if theres more to that than just rain, but I pray it means something good would come my way this year... The day before that, on the 11th, I had my passing out parade...

Have spent the last year working on a book of poetry: Its a collection of 60 English Sonnet styled poems. Read a really intresting poem on Seyes blog yesterday: seye.blogspot.com: Think the title is allen avenue or something, loved his incorporation of dialogue in the poem and its easy blend with all the conventional elements of modern poetry.

Its good to blog again, would be uploading poems from my newest book sometime soon.