Wait for it

God is unchanged.
He keeps his promise
He never breaks it.
His mind and thoughts are sure
Like a foundation, they stand sure
He says only what he will do
He does what he has said
He is not man, hence let doubt be gone

God is unchanged
Expect your change, it will come
It may tarry, it may be long and winding
But it is not an endless route
Even the seas have end
Only the ageless God has no end
Know and believe
Be resolute and  undaunted

...this too shall pass

Habakkuk 2:3
For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not tarry.

life is what you make it: EMMANUEL

life is what you make it: EMMANUEL

EMMANUEL

Everyday, all day and everytime..
We are not alone.
When the fire  grills and snares
It may hurt but not unto death
We have read the account of those before us
We stand in their stead.
Their deliverer will also deliver us.
The waters may overwhelm, its shall not drown
He that cause the axe head to float will not allow.
The Lions may be hugry but they will not consume.
He is One and of a Special tribe,
...the tribe of Judah
Even in accidents and shipwrecks, his people always emerge.
Our fears are not about doubts but human.
For his love sake, there shall be no scare.
Death is no threat, love transcends evil.
There is no weakness, even the frail in him are strong.
There is no fear, no worries or anxiety.
There is Emmanuel who is forever with us.
His name speaks volumes.
....is Emmanuel.

Onward bound

We may never stop wondering how the milk turned sour.
We may never hear the voice that called out to which our beloved heeded and bowed out without a goodbye.
We may never see the hands that snuffed life out of that harmless chick as it stretched and kicked till the bucket was empty.
We only feel the wind rushing down and becomes still after then.
Who knows if it runs in distress or bliss?
A baby cries when it needs help, how will the fingerling call out for help?

We will never have all the answers to all the questions life poses.
We have to forge on in the midst of these endless uncertainties.
The answers will come on as the journey advances.

Like a soldier, onward bound...

Occupy Nigeria

Bring me the cabals, the ones you blame for this woes
The cabals that milk our cows and sell us milk extract
The ones who live before we would have a chance to live
The ones who inhabit our land and make us pay rent
The ones in the tinted black coffins, racing off to their graveyards, built with stolen money
As we scurry off their path or risk been crushed.

Bring me the cabals, the one that have outgrown you
The ones without names or with names that have become worthless than dung
Who have placed a price tag on our fatherland
Who have raped our young women and castrated our young men
They have broken the will of the old that they would not bark or bite
Leaving them to hope without a fight
They have taken the oceans and rivers
And wouldn't leave the lakes and streams
You muzzle the ox that tread the grain....

Bring me your cabals, the ones you are a part of
The cabals you lead and would not name
Bring me the cabals whose loot belongs to you
Bring me your cabals, for we come uninvited
The hardship have occupied our minds for too long
We have tarried too long
And long lost the tune of the revolution song
...Your cabals have stirred it again, the beat of the forgotten song
And in our hearts it now sings
From every hamlet to every city, sings the revolution song
Occupy! Occupy!! Occupy Nigeria!!!
Occupy Nigeria- Reclaiming Nigeria (Our Land) from the hands of the slave masters and wasters.

What a fighter

A friend lost a brother,
have i not lost a brother?
a friend mourns,
do i not also mourn?
do these tears not find us both?
are we not to share this loss?
give me the sackcloth,
take the blouse,
give me the wrapper
and the scarf to him
he who cares to share,
to make the grieve lighter,

but it wasn't light for him
the one death did not allow,
the one who was always in gloves,
the one that slept in the ring,
the one who had no room for shadow boxing
the anemia battle was his training session
the main bout was always on,
like a kindled fire,
always burning bright and hot,
never running short of fuel
the wood was in excess,
it supply was the thick mangroove forest,
but for him?

but for himself,
where was the source?
where was the strenght?
was there strenght?
frail and weak,
tender like the little plant leaf,
strenght was from his weakness,
his strenght was from God,
the lions of the dreaded anemia could not roar,
He was who he was
His name was Daniel,
from the nobel family of Odusanya.
He stood for life,
he fought for life,
he was strong,
even him can bear alone all this that we share,
his pain wasnt an issue but yours,
he was a fighter, for he was DANIEL
the great Daniel.

All may have seem to have been lost,
but not for us,
not for daniel,
the one the Lion did not subdue,
for the fight is for another day
u can take the gloves, not the hand that wore them,
you can take the breath but the spirit is forever alive
with the pains that you gave,
with all that you did,
you couldn't erase his smile, he was one amongst a few
he stood aloof, like a shining amour.
he may be gone, but not in our minds
not from our memories,how can?
that hospital bed will never forget,
as the clock ticked to a stop,
it was 10:30am,
it was the 15th day of july,
it was the 22nd year of the bout,
He stood and fought against the hydra-head monster,
Named SICKLE CELL ANEMIA.
Adieu DANIEL ODUSANYA,
i never met you
but i met your being,
through those you affected and infected,
that battles can be lost but not the fight.
Adieu Daniel, rest in the bossom of thy maker

ORANGE SUN

what are you thinking of today?
are you thinking of your tiring job,
your finance, spouse, needs, the list is endless
like it was the day after..
Today, am thinking not about today,
but about a day that was like today,
a day that started like today
am thinking about that black Sunday
when the orange evening sun,
hovered over the water
as the fishes jumping and gliding to have a feel of warmth,
the children, playing hide and seek,
the women, preparing dinner
the men, sitting and wondering which way the day after would point
then, the sun turned blood
and rained over the water
the canal became a womb
it took men, women and their offspring
it took all, joy and hope was gone
that same canal...
the explosions did not kill,
the noise did nothing,
the inferno was great, but it burnt no one
that same serene canal,
that was like it wasn't
claimed yet all..
It took humans and left corpses
I watched a bereaved man, losing it for the loss of his only child,
sights and sounds of the black Sunday?
no, sights and sorrow of the black Sunday
sorrow was in the land
yet, it was a Sunday
On the next day,
the Moon-day, the Monday
the day after the "SUN-day"
life began on a new note,
it went on, leaving some people behind
leaving the hearts of some,
lost in that canal
burring the hopes of some at the bank,
life did move on
like it will always do,
it moved too fast for some,
breaking the hands of the clock
leaving them without dawn and dusk...
I think about that day,
i still hear the sounds,
the shattering glasses,
the piercing screams,
the howling and growling
the sorrow, the pains, the grief
i cant say it all
January 27th, 2001 says it all

ADIEU