THE CHIEF JUSTICE AND THE LAW

Is it that easy to be a graduate?
That passed through the “Law” gate?
Where they read the good and fake,
Where they give all it takes,
Reading and studying than their mates,
Making the corners and libraries their base,
To be eloquent in issues like debate.
Be it a private, federal or state,
No varsity treats the “Law” abase,
And the law school has no smiling face

The young graduate and barrister of law,
Tries all the best in the court of law,
Being meticulous in actions and words,
Till he becomes one day, a judge.
And luckily, his jingling may sound loud,
And becomes the head, chief of all.
The chief justice, in place of God ,
But much lower in office than God.
For the laws are not his own,
He is also bound by the laws.

Yes, he has his own flaws.
His immunity may be so tough,
While his office sweet him sort of,
That he take sides in the rule of law.
Wait for him till he leaves the job,
He may sleep behind the prison doors.
And if no sanity remain in the court of law,
There is a Chief Justice whose laws are pure,
Our Creator and the Everlasting God.
His judgments respect no one at all.

The gentle little baby boy

The gentle little baby boy
Carefully laid in the wooden box
Hopelessly floating on the river top
So close to where the maids wash.
Though, the river was kind sort of
His mother’s hope was almost lost
Till the great princess got to the river shore
And the little baby returned to his mum
So the little Joseph in the palace grew up
Becoming the Leader of the people of God

As we celebrate the birth of our Lord,
May you be happy as a little baby boy
That when you look up as to the mountain top
Thinking of where your help may likely come
Everyone to you shall be kind thereof
And where you thought all hope was lost
The Lord shall turn it all to joy
And more testimonies to cap it up
Till you become a Leader of the people of God

***HAPPY CELEBRATION***

MEN ARE FUNNY THESE DAYS

These days our youths are so funny
All their thoughts are based on money
Thinking all are as sweet as honey
Making a “god” out of the tummy
And to Internet, most became nanny
While the youth remained that funny
The adults are also not a dummy
Proving to be daddies and mummies
Even though some are now grannies
They thought God is meant for the babies
And the church for the lowborn
Pure consciousness in them was gone
Praising morals in place of God
But the children are confused thereof
Having to choose either God or work
For we all run after good luck
And so I pray to you, Dear Lord
Turn our hearts again to Your Word
We’ll no longer be that “funny” in this world
But each other’s brethren in God’s ward
Where Jesus is the master of us all
That all together we’ll build a wall
And lift this nation than the mountain top

SISTER GRACE

Who can find a “Sister Grace”?
Running in life’s frizzy race,
Not so careful of her age,
Hoping for a golding mace.
And each time she needs to gaze,
Where on earth the gift was laced?
And though the end was late,
Happy was she with smiling face.

You and I could be “Sister Grace”.
Not so mindful of having fame,
Nor playing life the usual game;
In competition with other mates.
But with regard to everyone’s name,
Giving helping hands, even to the lame,
Yet, not seeing these as a shame.
This is my prayer for people of this age!

NOT AS EASY AS SAID – HOPE

Hope is not as easy as said
It is a demonstration of faith
And waiting for things of no end
Building Foundation for things not seen

Like someone struggling to make his day,
Working, saving to buy a phone
On the morrow, laboured to get a card
But soon he found ‘the battery’s low’

Plugging to the main is just in vain,
‘Cos the main is off the grid,
And the gen is dry of fuel,
Cry and tears would add to pain

Cheers, my brother it’s not the end
It’s not by power and not by might,
The Grace to stay is just the fuel,
Soon, your dream would turn to real

Having all I want is just today,
Waiting for so long is hope delayed,
Though, the day is just behind,
My hope in Christ will not defer

Lyrics by Bamidele Benjamin ©

Purely Naija – Baba God I hail

Baba God I hail you
For inside all the gbege I found myself
You tanda gidigba for my side
I con get liver to dey waka about

Wetin I for say again?
When na “Pencil Light” blessing I asked for
Na “Big Daddy” blessing you take nak me
You give my aprokos big blow for mouth

When my enemies think say I be “Baby boy”
You con throway me beyond “End of Discussion”
Na so you make my name “Discussion continue”
And all I get, Baba God na your hand work them be!

When the enemies join hand to delete me
Baba God bring them to my domot and give them meal
So dem dof their caps and joined me to sing
Baba God na your hand work them be!

HAPPY New Year FROM US – My New Year Prayers

In the reminiscence of the past years
While in much struggles and frequent yearns
And to questions of my needs I hardly say yes
Till I bowed to God and humbly learn

So, in this New Year I quickly say
Oh Lord of mercy, hear me as I pray
In the depth of poverty, give me all I need
And in my fullness, save my heart from pride

In my failures, give me Your heart
When fear comes, make my boldness fat
And in my fatness, be the all I have
So, in your kindness I’ll burst out in laugh

Each time I pray, hear my voice Oh Lord
In my pursuits, teach me to love
Never to be partial, each time I judge
For that is your attribute, Oh precious God

And finally, when the month count twelve
Let testimonies fill me and where I dwell
And let it be countless, the souls I’ve helped
That in your garden of grace, I’ll gently dwell

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU. WE WISH YOU BETTER DAYS IN 2018

HE IS NOT POOR!

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With all pleasure, he gently sat
Eating his own meal the delicious way
Prepared for or by him in his own kitchen
Not minding the wait till the food was ready
But certainly to his taste, he’ll fill his belly

And by the table, he felt like a king
Eating up his food, not minding the taste
Not even careful the food cost so low
Even if bone was the meat, it is all with joy
And when no piece of meat, he remained optimistic

At the table, he refuses to talk
Calling his food “a King” to reverence
Yet his teeth struggle with the ‘muscle meat’.
We need no whistle blower to reveal this! – He is not poor!
He is an average man with great contentment

He is not poor!
Though the taste of chicken was a dream
And the “Queen’s meal” he may never taste
Yet, his optimism remains his joy
As he live a quiet life.
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*‘muscle meat’ = The muscle or very hard to chew part of animal meat. It takes a very long time and expertise to soften while cooking.

Prayer for the Nation

On the shallow ground upon the rock, it was planted
Though the roots quickly spread, the leaves were flaccid
And if it manage to fruit, it has no place in the basket
Yet with much daily labour, it has not reach the market
Then the question arise, why some were planted in the bucket
And others in the garden, with much fruits for the market

Though with our eyes we watch the Sanctity lost
And with the dignitaries, oppression lyrics sung
With much bitterness, some oppressed enters the morgue
Others bask in the euphoria of faith, hoping for a luck
Though lightning of doubt struck as each year clocks
We seem to be in the dark, been held-on by force

Each time we make plans on taking laws into our hands
We are cornered by the powers, being so covered all around
And when negotiations we called for, even in the town
Showers of sweet words rained from their mouth
Even in the law court where the judge is found
The hope of the common man is trampled upon

And now that it seems all hope is lost,
We turn our faces up, looking unto the Lord
Crying out our minds in prayers, word by word
Oh Lord our heavenly father, save our course
Redeem this land of ours from every evil curse
And make Her a joy to behold, even across the world

To your withered strength, my nation, arise I pray
And to the poor economy, arise and shine
To your lost glory among nations, return and shine
To the voice of the oppressors, be silent in shame
For the Lord Almighty shall lift up your horn in fame
And across all your borders, true peace shall reign

For sweet songs of love, in you shall be heard
With free and quality education, even for the lad
The dwellings of the rich and the poor shall no more be far
Cries of unemployment shall be of the past
For no more rulers we’ll have, but leaders with a heart
To drive the nation with love and peace, together in a cart

And so we say a prayer for the Nation!