Prisoner of Hope-A Poem

Who am I that He is mindful of me? Why does my heart drum wildly in His presence? Why do I hope for tomorrow even in the midst of a painful present, And the distant echo of a sour past As though I were a prisoner chained to hope. Why bother to explain something that…

This or That

Have you ever been forced to make a choice? I’m sure you have. But have you been in a “this or that” situation where either choice available is unwanted or embarrassing? Not a “between a rock and a hard place” situation but one where either outcome leads to something worthy of a meme? Maybe your…

All This Time

“All this time Since the day that I was born I’ve never known a time like this And I don’t wanna let you down..” – All This Time by Delirious?   There are times in our lives that we feel the weight of change. Sometimes it’s as simple as a change in the weather, clear…

And The Shofar Blew

What’s the first thought that popped in your heart as you read the title of this piece? Perhaps it reminded you of the book by Francine Rivers with the same title. I have read this book twice and it affected me deeply each time. It tells the story of a young pastor who missed the…

Hope

In the waiting, She’s changing She’s enlarging from the inside out And though it looks like nothing is happening She knows His hand is at work Weaving a story never before read Painting a picture never before seen And though it looks like everything is the same He is bringing new wine out of nothing…

Come Home! 

You have been despised and rejected, tossed to and fro by lies so perfect they sound like the truth. You have been told that no one has ever made it out alive, That this maze of lies will soon be your grave, and hell would be your eternal home. You cannot imagine a better place…

One day soon

One day soon, our pens will no longer be melancholic, hoping for change. Soon our ink will dance on paper, happy that the days we longed for are here Those who profited from a sad narrative- a tale of woes will search for the words to describe the joy on our children’s faces They will…

Mama’s Voice

From turkeys stolen by an elderly man, who probably thought eating tomorrow’s turkeys would make the festival of garri and groundnut in the days to come more palatable; to the inhumane burning to death of human beings due to the explosive tendencies of our nemesis and savior, PMS. On to the exploitative tendencies of terrorists…

Cold Fire

Yesterday, everyone that hates us was tried and convicted For stealing and looting For the bombs that dropped on Baga and the girls of Chibok Today the sun will rise upon the graves of those who rest Upon the hearts of those who endlessly hope My name is Fatima and I live in a town…

Welcome to Baga

Welcome to Baga where nightmares live and dreams go to die I had heard the men talk in low tones about what they did to Chibok and how the nation stood still for a day and moved on Mama never thought they would come we have soldiers here, she would brag oh but you see,…