Death in the Desert

    Chief Priest Aaron died on Mount Hor some weeks back Before his death, he was the right-hand man to Prophet that led us out of Egypt So, we mourned for him before the camp broke Really, this journey seems to be turning into an endless one Cos we have been in the desert…

Under the Rain

…I couldn’t get that boy out of mind.  He made a lasting impression as I quietly sought that joy he had.

The Ride Home

A trip in one of the yellow- painted public buses in Lagos could be both a nightmare and an interesting experience. The Ride Home gives an insight to what an average commuter experiences…

Raising the Mainsail

  Well, this is quite different from my regular write ups but it is a truth that needs to be shared with everyone. I’ve heard and read quite a number of stories on midlife crisis and as I approach my mid-thirties, I started to ask some questions and ponder on who am I, what was…

A Miner’s Salvation Story

  At the crack of dawn We rose from our makeshift beds Armed with our pickaxes and shovels Headed to the quarry for the day’s job Lyrics engraved in our hearts Sang the miners’ anthem As we marched on shoulder to shoulder To the source of our daily wage In the “Shoofly” was this Uncommonly…

More Sons…

    There He stood without a hint of His true identity We could not tell how great His Majesty was Neither decipher the extent of His rule Nor fathom how beautiful and strong His servants were And His army? None could compare in valor and might He left it all and became human That…

Life on the Streets

Where I came from I can’t remember nor where my siblings and parents live can I tell. All I can say is that “the street is my home and the fellow street children are of same brotherhood.” I’ve learned how to become a man at a very young age. Hustling is our street mantra –…

Exodus

The shouts of jubilation was resounding As I watched everyone broke into singing and dancing Showing off what they had gotten from their long-served masters My reticent Mum became chatty While Pa prayed with such fervor As neighbors gathered in clusters to share stories Asked Mama “what are we celebrating?” She said, “the 400-year old…

Call of Peter

Never had there been such a time That a crowd would gather at Lake of Genneraset In numbers they came to hear this Man Bringing along their sick and oppressed ones Well,I was not so bothered Not after a long night of toiling without a catch Our boats were grounded ashore, we washed our nets…

Saturday Owambe turns sour!

It is Saturday in Lagos. I can feel the beat of festivities and the smell of the Nigerian party jollof rice. Omg! I can’t miss out this weekend. This is part of the rewards of living and spending the weekend in the commercial capital of Nigeria, the party never ends. There was this memorable Saturday,…

Fishing for Taxes

Jesus is never stranded. The cattle on a thousand hills are truly his. He can’t be stranded by the payment of a temple tax imposed by man.

Mephibosheth

The story of Mephibosheth reveals that there is always hope for a miraculous turn around. Never lose hope even if it seems you are Lo-debar today