POWER

Out of a bold man i come with confidence

Placing my orders to be with good sense

For anything i can yell

And to my subjects,terror i can spell

In an eye's twinkle,my wishes can be done

And to every mile i can

I can take hold of dictators

No wonder i do wonders

Do you remember?Jesus used me

So did the Pharisees in Israel

Men of wicked hearts

Thieves,rogues have access to me

I can give myself to even YOU!

But you need to be bold

Just like Dr Kwame Nkrumah

George Bush and Bin Laden Osama

Out of people i come with different voices

With me, be careful of your choices

Because i can invoke trouble!

And spell DOOM!

YES! I can let a hot one drizzle

Even if you have me forever

I can make you suffer

So BEWARE!

Lives have been lost through me

And lives have bee saved

Have you noticed?

I can take you from rags to riches

I am so strong

My strength can cause chaos

And for sure i can get you applause

I can even make you a killer!

But know how to handle me

You soothing saviours

Don't cause disasters

BEWARE!

For my name is POWER!

BE HAPPY

Sometimes when you feel bad
Things may have happened,which made you sad
But then,you have to let go
Cos you're expected to do so
Would you allow yourself to rage?
In the end you'll receive a bitter wage
Why not forget it
And substitute joy with it
Take this to make you happy
"A woman was once busy
In her house she heard an uproar
Curious,she ran with vigour
To see for herself the incident
But in mid-air,she met a flying bucket"
That was the result of her curiosity
Now try to relieve yourself from this animosity
Cos no one will make you happy
Until you do so wholeheartedly
Be happy at all times
And let me see the smiles

AND I ASKED:"WHY?"

The atmosphere was seized with anxiety

Were the villains calling for anarchy

Or was it a time of welcoming peace

For democracy to take its place

Some said “all is well”

But their actions forced us backwards

And i asked:why?

Why were we deceiving ourselves

When they strived selfishly for themselves

The candidates were in the mood

And they did themselves good

Some of them got secrets covered

Which were never discovered

Never did i understand

Why the state fell form its stand

And i asked:WHY?

THE LAUGH OF DOOM

She laughed widely

She smiled gently

She adored my personality

She talked positively

She made optimistic of her laugh

Luring me with it

Making me think she was on my side

Her laugh opened the door of happiness to me

Judging her by her facial appearance

It ended to be “the laugh of doom”

My wrong perception about her smile so gently

Got me gulped by a wide and deep pit into its bottom

I thought her laugh was ascending me into heaven

But it was leading me to doom

This was really the laugh of doom.

OPPORTUNITY

In one’s lifetime comes a great chance

A period for which one can dance

A chance which may be scarce

It may be desired like dream come true

Times which puff up with purpose

And those which grab them

Explode with unique greatness

All seek to hear and see them

They ascend with fame and glory

They sit on top and all step aside

With wisdom they reign in life

Joy and happiness paints their life

A chance is knocking on your door now

It lies in wait for you

Do you behold it?

Can you sense it?

Think deep!

It’s within your reach

Stretch and grab it!

For it’s a passer-by

It’s an opportunity!

Take it and explode!

For all to step aside.

THE LONG WAIT

When i sit,i sit

I sit and sit

Then i think

I think and i think

I think and i think

Then i enter

The door of possibilities

Daydreams and imaginations

Dreaming with my eyes wide open

In a moment of solitude

I enjoy my journey

A trip of thoughts

Mind at work

Words forming up

Pens scribbling

Scribbling and scribbling

Oko!

Then i awake

Termination of supply

Then the long wait

Oh!

SUNDAY MORNING

On a wonderful Sunday morning

I see all this people trooping

With bibles,books and bags

While others busily speed past

Not with one idea of salvation

Rather soaked with worldly situations

On the other hand

You’ll find another band

Men and women,teens

All moving with ease

They pretend to be going

But unknowingly,they are coming

They’re called:”church goers”

They think they are information knowers

They go to hear everything

But come back with their heads empty

They seem to enjoy the life

In the end,they’re close to the low life

They come with enthusiasm

But return with fanatism

They will never get to know

Until they endeavour to sow

Their time,passion and energy

For God’s word,which they must study

All this while,they think they are Christians

In reality,they are just aliens