Eternity (...It's a long RIDE, No Stopovers)

I am a reflection of a single mom

Taught never to abuse godly norm

No matter the whims from the raging storm

I must not deform myself to conform

To the side attractions of this age

As there will be more vices to engage

In order not to be locked in the cage

Of a New World Order of sacrilege

Many have forgotten the song of eternity

Most governments have legalized immorality

Some say it is the new social rationality

Even in the face of an emerging bestiality

If the prophecies are meant to be

No one can avert them by a decree

As they were given to us to foresee

An eternal journey after our earthly jamboree

Everyone on earth has an exit date

The song of eternity is not to berate

Authorities who want the faithfuls to hate

Humanity for trying to legislate their fate

I dedicate this poem to everyone on this planet called EARTH, I am not a preacher and I am not a priest but ETERNITY is a long-timeless RIDE where earthly mistakes cannot be adjusted -- do what you can now to avoid a damnable eternity.

One Out Of Many (...True Story)

My quest to study in Europe

Was more like a long rope

Long before I met with hope

At the edge of the curvy slope

Then I appeared in a neighborhood

Stranded inside-out without a hood

I became receptive to my own mood

Of how I could get a foothold

In a city where I sought for charity

Instead I got a noble opportunity

That restored my faith in humanity

By one man’s act of generosity

Whom I have given nothing

Even after giving me everything

He still maintains a classy attitude

Regardless of my continuous gratitude

Dedicated To: SIR T.D. (MY HERO)

Altar Call..."Only God Calls - John 6:44"

It does not seem like a long walk

If you are in tune with the talk

Not ashamed of the lengthy mile

As you walk down along the aisle

Such calls come in different forms

A single whisper that stills the storms

One glorious step to turn a new leaf

That relieves your soul in a brief

A sacred call many have ignored

For a new life meant to be endured

In longsuffering but with a reward

Greater than any prize in this world

The preacher is not the game changer

He stands on the altar as a messenger

Of the Almighty God who can remake

Every lost soul for His name sake

Eternity with Christ Jesus is the goal

A promised home above without a toll

At the point of entry into heaven

As we ride in glory as His chosen

Dedicated to “The Church”

The Abandoned Hero

Forcefully pushed aside for another

After parting ways with his brother

Deserted and mocked by the public

At the time his name became iconic

As his legend spread across the republic

Decades before he became a hero

He was celebrated as a feeble

In the land of his predecessors

Regarded as the root of his ancestors

By those considered as his oppressors

His eyes were like a burning gleed

When the elders read out the creed

He was ready to give up his life

Stunned as he was asked to take a bride

So as to relieve him of his plight

Even the gods couldn’t stop his enthronement

His ascension to the throne was prominent

Dressed and addressed as His Royal Majesty

Heads and knees bowed to his dignity

And he reigned in love and honesty

Dedicated to "The unknowns, The Forgotten and The Oppressed" 

Earthly Tenancy...we're all indebted!

We are but like the snows

fashioned from the billows

gently unto the hollows

where we began our roles

Washed away by the erosion

divided into different direction

separated by personal ambition

but one common destination

Then appeared cynicism

with support from chauvinism

dethroning the power of patriotism

by installing the spirit of racism

Nations are now divided

not willing to be united

pushing for different alliances

as a proof for their grimaces

As humanity last hour looms

hopes are burning out like fumes

the very earth we all love and cherish

will soon or someday perish

Alas, the timing is perfect

prophecies are set to take effect

sooner than we all expect

according to God's prospect

We are all tenants here

let every human prepare

for the owner's trumpet

as foretold by His prophet

...The April Baby!

Everyone has a story

You don't need to worry

Mine was not the first

It does sound as the best

In the line of my kind

Who came before their time

Whose gown i'm now glorified

Bypassing the set date of life

April wasn't the expected moment

I could have waited for my month

Step-out timely as it should be

Perhaps, heaven was watching

Destiny came calling and screaming

I thought it was my mom crying

So I came out to console her

As she wasn't ready for my arrival

I can imagine now what mom went through

Even when my arrival was so true

Midwives, nurses and doctors stood still

And April was bent on fulfilling its will

Destiny was happy I heeded to its voice

April celebrated the moment I appeared

There was a joyful noise in the air

About the arrival of a "funny creature"

A creature nobody thought would survive

My dad glanced at me with passion and love

Lifted his eyes to the hills and above

And besought God for His will

Twenty Seven Years On and still counting

That little funny creature April introduced

Is now a full grown pretty damsel

With a legal wig of wisdom on her head

I could thank April for its hold on me

I could applaud Destiny for calling on me

I could bless mom for carrying me

I could love dad for praying for me

I don't want to blame April for intrusion

I don't want to accuse Destiny for not waiting

I don't want to scold mom for pushing

And I'm not asking dad now...but why???

This is no poem to feel sorry for me

I am proud of who I am today

A brilliant charming legal eagle

Sixty Nine days were cut off from me

God has restored them and added more!

***Dedicated to...Barrister Victoria Otuonye, who was born on April 22^nd 1986 instead of June 22^nd 1986*** 

Marriage Illusion...(what would you do)?

what a remarkable meeting

with all the guests clapping

as the bride shows-up smiling

reminds me of all the dealings

I struck with the African Queen

whose heart I must win

so as to secure the empire

that I am about to acquire

but there is a little problem

she wants me to wear her emblem

to prove that I belong to her

and if I give her an heir

she will give me the throne

to rule and keep as my own.