Dear sister Christianah, the beautiful choir mistress Endowed with an angelic voice. You made the heavens a stone throw away With your spirit-filled worship, Prophetic songs of praise. Yeah! I remember, Many got tongues and inspiration during your ministration. What a great sister- Miss Music Minister. Each time I … Continue reading SISTER CHRISTY
"You are rich, You will die You are poor, You will die" Ye that has ear let him hear That ye might be free From the eternal embrace of Sheol, To thee who trust in thy wealth And boast about their riches, Riches that can't pay enough to live forever Listen to the voice of … Continue reading HEAR THIS,MR. SENATOR.
I was seventeen, when he said to me, "Arise my beautiful one, My beloved come to me. My dove in the clefts of the rock, Your hair is like the black wavy fleece Of the flock of mountain goats. Your lips are like a scarlet thread, Your mouth is lovely. Your neck is like the … Continue reading TEMPTATION
With all due respect Sir.. I'm sorry to say but, Your behavior makes me think That men and beasts were created On the same day. Sorry to say but, Your actions make me conclude That you're a native of Sodom While your estate majestically rests On the four corners of Gomorrah. Very sorry to say … Continue reading SORRY TO SAY.
We need not a prophet to preach Or a pastor to prophecy that we were born together the seeds of a mother Sweat of a father So, We're brothers and sisters Sons of a mother Daughters of one father We are made for love Not a cat-rat fright The altar has melt us … Continue reading BLOOD OF THE SAME COLOUR
Suited in suits, singing processional hymns Robed in robes, Choristers in recessional rhythms. Yet, robing room to brothel, defiled vessels in Bethel- Tunnel to hell Saints? Preacher:Jumping 'nd sweating on the pulpit like men in the gymnasium. Usher- Turbanned head to ears hums hymn hallowedly like a requiem. Usher ushers preacher in, Preacher … Continue reading SAINTS
Prologue: We are chicks snatched by the vulture- the loaves for the wolves We are the bed for the beasts We sleep where our legs never close So,we weep and groan Where our legs never close, Our thighs melt to become pool Our bosom widened reception- visitors' glee There,we were … Continue reading WHERE OUR LEGS NEVER CLOSE