Help me O Lord, this I pray
Be my rudder, lest I sway

The world calls me out to play

Leave the cross and come this way

O how I have become fray 

Left royalty to play with clay

What can I do? What’s to say?

Save I want You day by day

Holding your hand all the way

Holding me up like a tray

So I do not fall by the way

Alas I cry, how I bray 

I recall when I used to lay 

On Your chest and hear You say

‘I am Your Life, Truth, and Way

Abide in Me, lest you sway

For My shoulders are but dray 

For you to cast on and lay

Your burdens if you may’

I yearn for You, night, noon, and day

To hear the sweet words You say

But I’m soaked in miry clay

Dirty, hence kept You at bay

‘I’m dirty, filthy’, I say

You smile and say, ‘come that way’

Now my soul sings out and say

Help me O Lord, this I pray

Be my rudder, lest I sway.


​Dim lights,

Still too bright

Scorching deep with bravery still in bars. 

If I could take hope, I would give her wings to soar the sky expanse .

If I were strong enough I would tilt gravity, 

Teaching my me to sprout faith bigger than a mountain. 

Talking with nature and hearing her tales. 

I could shake a little sea if I break free. 

I’m not afraid 


Sometimes I am. 



Posted: September 24, 2016 in Faith, victory
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​Downcast in doubts shadow? 

Look up

Litters of blue hope

Arrays the day

Good news they say 

Not so far away

Till a little,turn the soil

Deep down they say 

Is where gold lives

Hold the rein, just a little tighter

The picture is nearer

Than when you first began

Downcast in doubts shadow? 

Look up, light still shines.

She Exists. 

Posted: September 19, 2016 in victory
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​Behind the bars of invisibility  

    She has been locked

Whirlwind of emotions 

    Delicate yet destructive 

Wrestling within this iron barricade 

    Let her out so she can exist

Passed by but not seen

    That invisible person

Let her out

    Give her wings

She exists.  



Posted: September 18, 2016 in memories
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With the sun cascading down the rolls of arranged white chairs like a succession of orderly planted rose buds. With the smile on the face of every observer and a deep sigh of contentment erupting from the inside of the event planners amidst the sweat and fatigue mixed with dusty hands and scraped feet from occasional tangling of the feet in sharp grasses. It was a pleasant sight to behold spread across the vast land of the Games ground. The breeze that accompanied the sun was refreshing, although a little drizzle interrupted the procession of organization earlier but it stopped as quickly as it started. 

      The program was scheduled for 7pm till dawn promising an amazing time. We had anticipated this for a long time now, today was the day, in few hours from now we are sure to expect arrival of people from different parts of the world .Some minutes past 4pm, amidst the sun it started drizzling, since it drizzled earlier and stopped we payed less attention to it this time but when the down pour turned heavier and angrier,we took cover shielding ourselves. Looking back at the chairs which were getting displaced one by one by the angry rain,there was little we could do as we watched hours of sweat go down in minutes. 

     The rain meant business, enveloping the entire unpaved ground of the Games ground into a muddy mash. Closed to 5000chairs engulfed in mud. It was a total opposite of what it was some minutes ago. On and on the rain fell heavier and angrier. All we had was prayer which unknowingly was big enough  as doubt of “would this program hold” started crawling in with fangs like those of Piranha ready to snag out any little flickers of hope left. 

      A look outside at about 8pm brought tears to my  eyes as I saw people trooping in amidst the downpour, through the cold and wet ground. It was an humbling sight. When I heard a group call out “all Bayelsa people stay together please” joy sprouted from my inside, they were coming despite the rain, people came in from Zaria, Lagos, Ilorin, UK, USA and the likes. 

      Now as they came in their numbers we had to find a better place for them to sit since the initial ground marked out for chairs were now enveloped in mud. With my phone buzzing and every hands on deck we converted all the paved grounds into sitting grounds. It was really amazing because even the people that came from far and near to attend were also busy in pulling out Chairs and setting them to sit on.  It was a united affair. 

       At about a couple of minutes to 9pm, the rain thinned out leaving just the cold night breeze behind. Now almost everyone was sitted and people still arriving, the stage already set, a minister climbed up and started the opening prayers right after that different ministrations purred in. I remember sitting behind closed to some group of people that added more flavour to the program for me. They hyped every ministration making me reel with laughter, the crowning points was when the flying drone came hovering over them, they erupted into exciting screens one of them in particular started begging the drone to stay longer that he needed a selfie with it, I couldn’t help my bust of laughter. Another peak was when our Pastors came up for the first talk show it was really inspiring. After that the ministers came up dropping some punch lines on us which was super amazing. It was a cold but amazing night, under the canopy of a blissful night we sat having a wonderful time in God’s presence. Looking around me I could see happy faces, I could hear happy voices at that point I knew there was no better place to be but at YCPH2016.

    I have always enjoyed solitude. Taking long strolls in quiet neighborhoods or just sitting alone and thinking. I love being awake in the darkness dwelling on the peace and quiet the night time brings. My mind is always on an express trip going beyond the present and visible. Often times i’m an emotional mess,I have to take time away to regroup.

     A couple of days back my mind became a tangled mess freestyling into nothingness, my schedule was too busy for a stroll and my nights became noisy so I went to a place I knew somehow I would find the peace that I sought.

    One of the reasons I love going to the scriptures is because its so relatable.

    So I opened up a psalm to read, it was like the words came to life jumping right at me. You see, this was a psalm I had read a couple of times but somehow on that day it got me like “for real?”,”How did you know what I was thinking?!”,”wait!!!thought it was just me”and on and on.

    It opened my mind to see troubled and broken men who found grace in the face of I AM and I came to understand that there wasn’t a time I AM did not come through.
    That alone sparked up my dose of confidence that when I get tossed in the wind admidst the rain, I could  always find peace in the one that turns things in time and rhythm. I AM.



Posted: April 2, 2016 in memories

Would love still exist
When the veil falls in
      Would beauty still exist
When speed scrambles with time
      Would good enough be me
Even when enough is highly measured
      It is said;
Pleasure is redefined
      When it stands before the eyes
Would love still be there
      When there is nothing to hide
Or would it just be a mist
      To a distant rider
Would Rubies be less than I
      When you finally take that ride
Or perhaps,
      Its easier loving
From where speed displaces time
      I heard
It hides stories we never want to relive
      Tell me!
Would I still be a beautiful Miracle?
It does not matter
      I would be and always be…
                                    A beautiful miracle.