This God sef...

This God sef
Too fly, too fresh, too clean
Too tight, His swag is real
All powerful, all mighty, all awesome
All holy, He don't work at random
This God is my Lord and King
To Him my praises sing
He'll pick you up and dust you
He'll raise you up, exalt you.

So from the valleys, I'll sing His praise
On the hills, His fame I'll proclaim
Poetically speaking all through my days
Raising my voice for the ancient of days

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Just Wondering

This is a spoken word peice and would be best enjoyed heard. Tried uploading the audio but you know how our network is. Anyways, listen and be blessed

I am just wondering,
How I came into existence,
How the human body was wired to do all that it does,
It leaves me wondering,
How the sun, moon, stars and the planets hang there in the galaxies,
Looking at nature; the trees, the seas, rivers, mountains, oceans, how did He do it?
Some people say there is no God, They say he don't exist
Do you choose to believe that everything that happened "just happened"
No. I cannot. I refuse to believe that
That breathing in and out "just happens"?
I think I'll pass
Call me stupid, call me dumb,
I'll believe in a God that claims to be "ALL POWERFUL"
Than believe in... well... Nothing
I believe that an all powerful God has made all things perfect and in perfect order
This is what I choose to believe
This is whom I will believe in
'Cause He is the only one that leaves me
Just wondering

Another poem from down there...

I sit silent watching the stars in the sky,
Oh how they shine so brightly,
Piercing the darkness all around,
And somehow illuminating my soul.


I close my eyes taking a deep breath,
Tingling my senses with sensations I have never felt before,
I open my eyes looking into the darkness,
And somehow I see light


Looking past who I am, to the person I will be,
Looking past the pain, to the joy that comes after
Looking past my self to the One that holds me now and forever
I find hope, I find joy, I find peace


Selah

Untitled

There was a time when all was rosy
Life was a garden of beautiful roses
There was always something to lean on
Something to hold on to

I woke up one day and the walls had been torn down
My garden, my sanctuary had been exposed
How did my walls so strong come tumbling down
The hedge was broken, snakes everywhere

This realization had my head spinning
I mean, who would have thought?
I had it all.
And now, it was exposed. I am vulnerable

With the torn walls came the fire
It started from my feet, burning all the way to the top.
Every single part of my body was consumed in the flames
The heat of the fire tearing past my flesh, into my soul

Hurt doesnt describe it.
Pain. Anguish. I couldn't have survived.No way I could have.
As I drew close to death, i looked through scarred eyes
I saw them laugh.

Whatever

Who cares what they think? I am about to meet my maker

Am I?

Just then

Like a pheonix, I rose from the ashes
A new born, a new creature.
Pure as Gold, fine as fine can be
Who would have thought?

I am now in a new garden
Far beautiful than the previous
There are no walls anywhere
But I am stronger now
And so is my Protector

Selah

Listening to the silence

In the room all alone
No movement anywhere
Sun rays coming through closed windows
I am in a corner listening to the silence
Can you hear it?
I can hear it clearly
I can hear it loudly
Listen

Selah

In the silence I hear the cry of forgotten dreams
In the silence I hear the voice of my reasoning
Broken promises, lies told
Secrets kept, childhood fears
Listen again

Selah

I hear the voice of a child
"I am gonna be great" he says
I look into his eyes
I see my reflection.
I look at him again
Now he is smiling
He holds my hand
And leads me to a large room.
The sign above the door says "Room of forgotten dreams"
I look at my dreams and aspirations
Wow. Wow
The child tugs at my sleeves
He asks
When did you stop believing?
What happened to you?
I close my eyes and hold back tears
I wipe the tears and open my eyes
I am back in that corner
Hands on my head, mouth sealed
I ask the silence "what happened to me?"
"How did I get here?"
In the silence, I hear another voice
Soft. Simple. Calm.
Soothing and relaxing.
"Be still and know I am God"
#hope
And the silence continues

Selah


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The YADA piece

This spoken word piece was inspired by YADA. Hope y'all like it.

My heart aint at rest with my generation,
Plenty talk, plenty condemnation,
From our leaders are bad and corrupt,
To our system is lame and disrupt.
Like the Jews we await a messiah,
And then boom! Abracadabra,
All our problems will go away.
(Laughs)
Look into the mirror, there is Nigeria's messiah,
If this generation won't learn from the mistakes of our heroes (coughs) past,
Then this generation might just be the last.
My people, Nigeria, perish for lack of knowledge,
You think I am lying check the elite class.
The beggars are riding horses and the princes are walking.
Money miss road is the story of the generation before and may remain the same for the generation after.
What are we gonna do?
What is the solution to our problems?
Its time for a new mindset,
A mind set on the right things,
Set on the right principles.
A mind set on the right information,
Set on the right knowledge.
Y.A.D.A- you deserve to know the truth
Y.A.D.A- the truth will set you free
Y.A.D.A- its time to experience the right knowledge
Y.A.D.A- transforming the Nigerian youth from the inside out
YADA- a revolution is coming

Coming soon. The new YADA website
www.yadamag.com
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Keep Speaking Video

Here is a video for one of my favourite pieces. I did that at Tolu Akanni's book launch. Enjoy