Sunday, 23 February 2014


East to West
South to East
Running over plains, zooming across lanes
This is who I am...a marathon runner
I sprint across metres, I go beyond borders
No wonder I am crowned king...yes in my town I am the king of tracks
Everyone knows I am the fastest, the strongest and the surest.
I have been doing this since age 5...I mean it's easy, isn't
I only need to run across level field 

Along the way I have made new friends...
See here my friend "self glorification," "complacence," "pride," "overconfidence" "insensitivity"....
(Bells ring from outside)
So it's time for my annual race.
A new price at the end of this phase
My kit set and my shoe laced
(whistle blows)
thumping sound. clack. clack. clack. Heavy sigh!
I'm at the finish line only there is no line
I see the price but it's set above
What trick can I employ to reach this thereof
My old way involved only plains...
(thinking aloud) This new way requires a different grace...
(Then the Angel says)
"yes my son a different grace,
Run a new race devoid of these weights,
Take up my yoke for my yoke is kindly,
See the weight I take up is not woody,
Receive grace to scale mountains,
Receive grace to break all chains,
Receive grace to reach that price..."
   A higher level is the tag...
(Written and performed for Christword Christian Centre, Ogudu)

Friday, 7 February 2014

Vanguard Of The New Order

My heart bleeds every time I am stuck in traffic, not that the state of being in traffic is surprising or saddening as I have come to enjoy those moments especially in my new Audi A3 1.6 TDI Ultra,(it is the only time I get to sit in the car and people notice me anyways...*grins!*)

The disheartening part for me is realising that with thousands of stuck Nigerians in the ‘tortuous endurance’ is a wailing ambulance.

Sirens blaring, the young man is probably gasping, drawing on his last breath; even if it’s never that life threatening, someone is aching and needing immediate attention. Yet we find officers of the law milling around, eyes turned westward, eastward…just another ward away from the distressed bus.

Still on the same road, as people pray that by some miracle the traffic eases, then the road clears but for all the wrong reasons…armed men on foot with their whips dancing in the air, marching and running ahead shouting commands as they go.

 Alas! In 10 seconds, there in view is a cleared path for these set of cars…all healthy men but in government plated cars.

Wear me a uniform let me stand

Proudly in the full glare of the world carrying arms

Toting gun for a good cause never for hoodlums

I’ll clear the streets in the city only for the gentle cries, loudly heard as the wailing ambulance

Find me more patriots, let’s man every road

Not necessarily with guns but sure if it’s our only hope.

Pathetic as it may sound, some people don’t actually care. Read the caption…it says EMERGENCY



Extremely needs to

Receive medical attention

Give way please

Entrusting my life into your hands dear

Nigerian, as this

Can become irreversible if delayed

You should do your part by making way…willingly!

Have you met my flatmate???

Her name is Christy

She’s this awesomE being with a capital ‘E’

A virtuous woman not just to her husband, but unto MANY

Rising early to bless even her ENEMY

Her room is never EMPTY

From afar and near they come, PLENTY

Her strength in the kitchen is unparalleled

As her metier in the corporate world is marvelled

The results of her culinary skills are far above excellent

Her analysis and solution to every situation is magnificent

Like the busy ant, ever hardworking, she will never be reduced to doddering

Oh! What heart and hands so big

Welcoming and receiving in autumn and in spring

Oh! Her words and hugs so genuine

If you ever find yourself in a quagmire, she’ll be your heroine

Oh! She’s beautiful in and out, no doubt….

Unselfish. Unrelenting. Unbiased. Unjudging.

That’s our Christy….

Who is your Christy?