Monthly Archives: December 2014



Season of mass is here again
When everyone looks out for a little or extra gain
A mixture of truth and righteousness, bitterness and pain
A period when a certain group drags their virtue or vice to one lane
A road so narrow with all the fine things in wrong packages they do not strive to obtain
A road so wide they cannot discern the error on that sugar-coated candy cane
They bubble and shuffle seeking for whom to dive deep into their pocket to extort and drain
Raking out all the naira, pounds and dollar notes in hundreds and thousands like a treasure box pulled out by a crane
Loading every stash of it in their own bank accounts; a maximum grain
Seeds they can’t sow into the lives of others, but for their fleshy selfish selflessness; a stain
A massive drinking mass for the eve of Christmas; their name tag says “Christian”
Wallowing in the vices they love the most
A mask covering the virtue they hate to host
Some hypo-Christians want to propose a toast
To their fake living that seem like a ghost
Floating in their heads are thoughts marinated with beautiful blurry pictures; all slain
None looking like the one on the cross they claim to worship only in the open
In their secret place their unseating bright light become dim light; a twenty watts halogen
Spreading its weak incandescence halfway into the deep darkness; a hollow in
Capturing a mass of rock upon which Christ’s cross was dug in
Visualizing the tomb where their savior once laid; not aborting
Not giving up on their sins wrapped around his body; he paid, they had forgotten
That He is the true reason for this season where His mass fills that empty space they grope in
Christians so dirty even hypo cannot take out their tough stain
I repeat, Christians so dirty even hypo cannot take out their tough stain
They celebrate him,
Blaspheme in him
Jingle bells when they sing a hymn
Ride on sleighs of gluttony for him
Get drunk to the brim
Then their lives reel past them like a film
See, how can you celebrate someone without inviting the celebrant to the team?
How can you claim to know him when he is not your number one dream?
Too many times we spend our lives on the wrong thing
A holy façade spreading casually in our habits we do not want to trim
Nothing profiting us in this season we seize in our thoughts deceiving
So, before you claim to have a good time while you are still living
Think again if the one you celebrate has won your heart enough to celebrate Him
Better still, while you go wild this Christmas, allow his overwhelming love fire-crack you to him
Better yet, see to it that the mass of Christ’s love fills your heart, so you’ll be merrier, knowing you’ve got Him




My head’s always filled with words to rhyme
Enveloped in a daze to find the right time
‘Cause After perusing Jeanette’s showtime
Looking for Da Truth will be my open crime
For this course Ezekiel’s words will give me time
I’m sure my hopes inward won’t be a decieving sublime
Cause time and chance will make me cast a Wor(d)thy dime
And i’ll go on strumming the stings of my muse for a lifetime
That one day i’ll become a savior of words in this clime
After this spoken-Wrap communion, my voice will flow with bard Reasons everytime

THOUGHTS OF A POETESS (For Rhyme and Reason concert)
Neofloetry, 2013.