THIS IS HOW I REMEMBER MY MOTHER

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Underneath the picture is my own write up. Read, enjoy and compose yours. Cheers.

This is how I remember my mother
Seated on a stool made of wood
By the fire that wouldn't burn
I see her mouth blow air nonstop
Rekindling the fire with great skill
I see her hand reshuffling the wood
With an incomprehensible expertise
I see her wipe sweat off her face
With her just washed wrapper
Tied smartly around her bossom
I see her work frantically
To Put the leaves together
And Add seasoning to taste
I see her in that little kictchen
She made by herself for herself
Sweating the toxics out by the fire
Just to put food on the table
Of her husband and children

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Step by step

Step by step

Step by step
As I walk this lane
With faith sometimes  wavering
And hope sometimes dwindling
Sometimes with hands up in the air
Ready to give up
And The next minute ears in rapt attention as my mouth whispers into them the sweet words of hope


Step by Step
As I walk this lane
I place my hand on my chest
In constant reassurance
Daily reassuring myself of the fact that ALL IS WELL.
I tell myself baby you can do this
I tell myself baby you got this
I tell myself baby you'll make it
I tell myself sweetheart, it'll get better.

Step by step
As I walk this lane
With my head held up and dignity intact
I sing to myself songs of victory
And read to myself poems of self love
With my heart ready to embrace the days of gold to come...

Step by step
As I walk this lane
I remember to keep pushing  hard
Take one day at a time
Take one step  before the other
And never forgetting to tell myself
 'baby it's just a matter  of time, you'll eventually get there'

Forgive Me Pastor

I was a petty soul until you broke me-
And lit the fire of love forever in my soul
Oh I was livid-mad, I admit
When you stabbed my hope
And laughed to scorn as I picked
The shattered rubbles of my heart
I cursed, cried, was confused
Forgive me Pastor, I wronged you
How could I not see you for you; human
How could I expect from you what I couldn't be myself; perfect
How could I be mad at you for being yourself; man 

Thank you Pastor, I'll always be glad
That you tore me up- and I healed again
Though I purchased the healing with monsoonic tears
And lengthy nights of remorseful thoughts
But I healed again is all that matters
My heart is back to pumping blood-
Still unsure how I survived when it didn't;
Oh for a long time it carried you
It was stressed and over-pressed
It's such a bliss to let you go
It's such a glorious thing, forgiveness is
I was a petty soul until you broke me-
And lit the fire of love forever in my soul
I was a puerile man until you bit me hard
And numbed every cell in me that beats for hate
Thank you pastor, forgive me pastor
God bless your soul 

Poem Credit - Abayomi Ojo

Happy Birthday Dad!!

I actually don't know the right words to use for him. He's just too amazing.

Words fail me

To describe an indescribable father

A man of few words‎

A father like no other

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Dreams come, dreams go‎

Words fail, cares waver‎

Promises fail, love has waxes cold‎

But My father, has always been a father

Amazingly calm

Like the word 'calm' itself

Even in the face of dangerous danger

His middle name should be 'calm'.lol‎

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When I'm wrong

He scolds me to the right path

When I'm right,He cheers me greatly‎

He's My No 1 cheerleader

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He's an amazing father

He's a loving husband

He's a Christ like Pastor

He's unbelievably super‎

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Friendship...Flowers.

Our friendship was like flower
Budded and Blossomed beautifully
So beautiful it attracted butterflies
Colourful butterflies, I'd say...

Just like tulips and daffodils
It lasted only the spring
Bit by bit, it dried up
Until there was nothing left

My Child

The poem 'My Child' was inspired by this (attached) picture. Enjoy.

My love for you my child
Is more than mouth can tell
I'll carry you for as long as I can
Not only on my laps, my child
But in my heart always

I'll hold you close to me my child
Let go, I never will
I know your pain is much
But My bond with you my dear
Not even death can break

Feel the warmth of my embrace
See the love my eyes convey
Hear my heart beat just for you
Snuggle closer to me my child
Stay with me, don't go away.

My Journey - Self Discovery.

Are you on a journey to self discovery like me? The truth is we can't fully know ourselves except through God. The poem I'm sharing today was inspired by the Bible...precisely from 1Corinth 13:10-12. I hope you can relate with it as you read. God bless you. Shalom.

                                                     When I was a child

I spoke as a child

I understood as a child

But when I became a man

I put away childish things

Now i see myself through a mirror,

Darkly, but face to face.

Now I know myself in part

'cause the time of perfection

Is yet to come

But,

when that which is perfect is come

Then that which is in part

Shall be done away

And then shall I know myself 

Even as I am known by HIM

LAGOS CITY

I got a request by one of my esteemed followers to write a poem about Lagos State. So I decided to share this.

The poem below was sent to my box last month. When I read it, I laughed. You know why? You'll see the reason when you  see what he wrote about Lagos. There's a particular line in the poem that amused me..let me know when you see it. *winks.

 And NO, He doesn't live in Lagos. Lol

When the day was young

In pictures I met you

Houses stood so tall

As if they could talk.

People littered you

Like the procession 

of soldier ants after rain.

You are like the Rain

You smile, you frown.

Your breeze invites

At noon and dawn

In you talents thrive

Warm welcome I foresee

Lagos; acclaimed wisdom city.

Poem Credit - Fakunle Busayo

Heaven Please

Heaven please send down the rain

To ease our burning burning pain

we know you see our soil and toil

'Cause you are far up there above

Heaven please give us a hug

We need the warmth you have to spare

We know you love the ones you love

The rain, the rain we beg you 'sperce

Heaven please give us a sign

We see the sky, we see the sun

We need a little bit more cloud

To know the rain Is pouring soon

NIGERIA - FROM DESPAIR TO HOPE

I walked along and then I saw
A pasture so green it blew my mind
A people so strong I checked myself
Where is this place, I asked my escort
"Nigeria, the land of wealth" he said
"A land filled with so much gold
Where oil flows unend like a river

And the owners beg the stealers a share of oil

A new Nigeria i really foresee
Above and beyond she surely shall be
The common people soon will have a say
In the way their nation is run
That fertile land you see
Will be utilised to make ends meet
Those strong people you see
Will be tired of playing by the rules
Of their 'supposed' leaders' games

Nigeria, oh Nigeria
Shine thine light and scare the dark
Rise above and far beyond
Give thine Children a little bit more hope
Be the dream and live the dream
Prepare the land for a flood soon shall come
To wash away all negativity and negativists
The rain soon shall fall
To water your already dried soil
And the sun soon shall arise
To lighten up your beautiful world"