BROKEN

‘Rather be broken

Than be whole

‘Rather be broken

Than be whole

‘Rather be shattered

Like a heart with a hole
Rather a word spoken

Than ten not heard

Rather a word spoken

Than ten not heard

A word in season 

Conveyed in a broken potsherd
Rather a huge token

Than a fat wad

Rather a huge token

Than a fat wad

Like the widow’s two mites

Which was all she had
Rather remain broken

Than be made whole

Rather remain broken

Than be made whole

Like my resurrected Lord

Showing his palm and sole

Psalms 51:17 I learned God-worship when my pride was shattered. Heart-shattered lives ready for love don’t for a moment escape God’s notice.

LIGHTHOUSE

LIGHTHOUSE

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Lighthouse

The agitated sea bellowed
As we sailed for the shore
The spoilt sea grew violent
As our energy wore
The night clouds were ominous
Telling tales of impending woe
The darkness was voluminous
As the hostile skies played foe
We could barely see
We could scarcely cry
Our fates were sealed
We were going to die

First he blinked
And got us all scared
For us night was life and light was death

The he winked
Flickering faintly
Bringing hope that was faint-
A feeling that was rather quaint

So we could still believe
After all we’d been through
And dare to seek relief
In this terrain so rough

Our fears froze as hopes arose
Then he became all clear
Just beyond the horizon
Beaming brightly from lighthouse
Cheering us on to safety

2Pe 1:19-We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts:

GRACE VIBES

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Your grace abounds
Here at the feet of your throne
That has become my home zone
Where I find my true clone

Your grace rebounds
From the highest of heights
To the deepest of depths
As the truest of truths

Your grace redounds
Where the kin of sin abounds
Where fear of failure astounds
Where death surrounds

Your grace resounds
Even to the depths of me
Singing of all I am,all I could be
Stunning foes with I AM HE

…much more those who receive abundance of Grace and the GIFT of righteousness will reign in life through the one Jesus Christ.

Agalio!

MY ALBATROSS-LEND A HAND

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The antidote is made from the venom…Get up and help someone else survive what you endured, you gain strength by helping others. (Bishop TD Jakes in The Lady, Her Lover and Her Lord)

Does anybody feel my pain?
Does somebody share my shame?
Can I hope for the rain?
Or is it going to remain the same?

Can’t someone hear my cry,
Sounding so sheepish, so shrill?
Aren’t my tears worth your try,
Can’t you see I’m sick of being ill?

All I asked for was a helping hand;
Did I ask for too much?
I just needed you to understand,
Just your empathic touch!

I am lost at my wit’s end,
As regards my constant albatross;
If only you would lend
A hand to carry my cross.

But you must surely know
That you do it at no loss;
For you must reap what you sow,
So you need make no fuss.

Alas, I found no succor,
Great was them that suffered same;
Then I’d  become an anchor,
For many that were lame.

I PRAY FOR THE COURAGE TO ENDURE WHAT YOU CANNOT CHANGE #TDJ

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A FATE TOO LATE

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In what has proved to be a spate of bitter-sweet experiences as José Mourinho alias ‘The Special One’ says his second byes to a football club he loves so much, I bring you a poem that reverberates with a lot of reflections. It is not a case for or against Mourinho as to whether he had learnt his lessons. Doubtless still, it is my sermon to me, to you. We don’t want to mess with A FATE TOO LATE.

We will learn
Not when we have rued our losses
And are yet in a spate of tosses
Over what we deserve and what we earn
Because by then we would have learnt

We will understand
Not when woe betides beyond comprehension
Leaving us in a state of perpetual apprehension
Causing us to reconsider our stand
Because by then we would have understood

We will see
Not when we finally become bald and blind
And our way we are no longer able to find
When storms buffet and we’re lost at sea
For by then we would have seen

We will forgive
Not when our hearts have grown callous with hatred
And the aftermath befalls our kind and even kindred
All because we want what we’re not willing to give
Then we would have learnt forgiveness

We will overcome
Not today, nor tomorrow but someday we will
After having toiled till death, we lay still
In tranquil as Heaven’s bells call us home
Perhaps by then we would have overcome

Psalm 90:12-15(MSG)
Oh! Teach us to live well!
Teach us to live wisely and well!
Come back, God—how long do we have to wait?—
and treat your servants with kindness for a change.
Surprise us with love at daybreak;
then we’ll skip and dance all the day long.
Make up for the bad times with some good times;
we’ve seen enough evil to last a lifetime.

BLIND BEAUTY

BLIND BEAUTY

Award winning (1st runner-up) Poetry performance 2009, Ibadan Writers Club, University of Ibadan

Was inspired to write this poem to serenade a better future in Nigeria 6years ago, turned it in for a poetry performance contest where UI lecturers of English and Communication and Language Arts were the judges and I came second! Reading the poem today, I believe it was not the interplay of lexis and semantics that allured the judges but a message within it that still holds true today. Enjoy it as we count down to another presidential elections.

Blind Beauty’s history is a true life story

Of how she became a fallen glory-

Her face once shone like a bright light,

But now, she has lost her sight.

She fell in love at four different times,

She had a stint with four different men;

Four men with hearts filled with crime,

Now she has landed in the lion’s den.

The first man loved her for pride,

Then she had an accident and lost her eyes;

He deserted her to keep his pride,

Leaving her in the dark.

She was left desperately in need of help

When the second man came from the blues;

The playboy, after her hidden gold,

Dumped her after days of deception.

The third was a renowned rapist

Who deflowered her, stole her virginity;

The fourth man, a crippled imbecile,

Too handicapped to direct her.

The shining sun has set,

And the moon has covered her glory;

Yet another man professes his love for her,

And she is left in a dilemma.

blind beauty

blind beauty

our lady

our lady

This Blind Beauty is Nigeria,

And the fifth man is you-

Blind Beauty needs someone to lean on

Yet, her dirty past turns you off;

Blind Beauty can recover with love:

But can she trust you now?

MO GBOJU LOJA-a yoruba aphorism

Mo gbo ju lo ja is beautiful rendition of a Yoruba aphorism

1. Mo gboju loja: Literal, I took my eyes to the market meaning I got the best of what I wanted to get.

2. Mo gboju loja: Literal, I removed my eyes from other alluring things in the market, a Yoruba slang meaning to be defiant, stubborn and dogged about your decisions in spite of the cost.

3. Mo gbo oju loja: Literal, I listened to one knew the market and good wells, I followed his eye signs at urging me to pick what was original and quality meaning to rely on a wisdom greater than your in making a decision.

MAKING CHOICES-my convictions

The writer starts by placing premium on making the best decision that would bring the best outcomes in affirming he made a right choice in the first two verses; the next two verses hints on the dilemma of decision-making which often results in indecision, and impresses the defiance everyman needs in sticking to his decisions [INFACT, that is what makes a decision a decision]. He finally anchors his decisions on His faith, re-affirming that no mortal man can make the best decisions on his own and must continually look to HIS CREATOR, THE ONE WHO HOLDS HIS LIFE-for him, JESUS.

Mo gb’oju loja (I CHOSE THE BEST)

My love was not blind

I did not choose you in the dark

Your kind for me was hard to find

The reality of your beauty is stark mo gb'oju loja

I saw you and my heart melted

Within me, i was short of courage

Your charm that could not be faulted

Disarmed me and succoured my rage

Mo gboju loja (I WAS BLIND TO THE REST)

My love chose to be blind

The moment I sighted your cost

All my love till then gutted with lust (fire)

Suffered loss, I count them as lost

Today I take a look at my ruins

And sit to consider what a fool i’d been

Rather a dead phoenix than a living penguin

Rather aspire to a fool for love than a mere being

Mo gbo oju loja (I LEARNT FROM THE BEST, ENTERED INTO HIS REST)

You are the God that sees me

As i go about my franchise clueless

Simply taking a cue from the All-seeing eye

He whose love is pure and life endless

I may have fallen from being past feeling

Now i’m faultless, He’s able to keep from falling

In His Love, Peace and Joy would i be reeling

Yielding to His dailying promptings and callings

Dedicated to:Funmilayo Akinbiyi, you inspired me to write this. Indeed ‘mo moju loja’ when i sighted you as my beautiful bride…

BELOVED…

Ephesians 1:6-To the praise of the glory of His grace, wherein he hath made us accepted in the beloved.

Beloved
You have been loved
Ever since your mother and I thought
Of conceiving you. You are the fruit
Of our love garden; a token from our
Heart’s haven-
Full of love procured from above

Beloved
You are being loved
With every breath of our affection
Every sweat of our fruitful labour
Every beat of our hearts
Soul and strength-
To sire you is our greatest desire

Beloved
You will be loved
Through thick and thin tirelessly
Even when you refuse our love
Or for the want of it break our hearts
Earth till Eternity
Our joy is yours to enjoy

Dedicated to Beloved Babarinsa, our object of constant love and affection. To every saints of the most High, JESUS made righteous by his grace, accepted in the beloved.

THE MARK-epitomes of sufferings

Gen 32:22-32: …because he touched the hollow of Jacob’s thigh in the sinew that shrank.

Esau,
Touch not Jacob, trouble not Israel
See, already he has been maimed
In his wreck, seek not revel
For he was only touched

By a friend, how much less a foe
What greater woe could betide?
Yet so blessed is the father of Joe
That God is on his side

Isa 53:9-10: …Yet it pleased the LORD to bruise him;…

My LORD,
Please tell me, what was His crime?
The onlookers watched with hyped glee
As He paid Death’s toll to the last dime
Sin, himself going on a blood spree…

What fills me with greater grief
Your smirk as You nailed him
Your wise judgment was the brief [IT IS FINISHED]
As He downed Death’s cup from the brim

Gal 6:17-From henceforth let no man trouble me: for I bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus.

Man,
Why try encumber he that is hedged? [Job 3:23]
Trapped and wrapped in despond’s slough
His sledge has hewn my rough edge
Has brought me to a transected bough [Job 14:7]

Why hurry an old worn cargo lorry?
Condemned to the Master’s servitude
He takes every rickety step without worry
Gliding gracefully with growing gratitude [Isaiah 40:31d]

DEDICATED TO:
To God- Immortal, Invisible, the only wise
To Odediran Oluwatobi Daniel, your exemplary life of devoted love for the Master has not just caught our attention and recognition but allured us to Him.
Completed on 8th March, 2013. Started 18th January, 2013.