A Prayer For The Heart: 

Dear God,  (Jeremiah 17:9) says the human heart is the most deceitful of all things, and desperately wicked. So much so that I nor anyone of us really knows how bad it is?  (Proverbs 15:11) says that even Death and Destruction hold no secrets from You. So how much more do you know my human [...]

13th July 2016.

I see you, walking in bodies of three The good, the bad, the ugly Wandering like the sanctified feet of Moses Casting out your hands in gestures of utterances Looking like your mind is bounded by the lines of your salvation on opposite sight I see, you’ve let go of memories of me Your infatuation [...]

There Is Always a Conversation!

I find it hard to escape my thoughts. There always seem to be some form of conversation going on and it irritates me. Sometimes I catch myself catching myself in my stream of thinking and it frustrates me. I spend so much time in my head that nothing ever just happens to me. I have [...]

Dear Me, No.8 ❤️

Dear meSober up on yesterday, when Your very presence played harlot with your mind Rendering your hands as the barren woman who awaits the homecoming of her presence. Knowing where your presence has been, still She calls cite memories of potential and ambition that belongs to you.

Dear Me, No.7❤️

Dear me. You are accounted for. Woven together in your mother's womb. Where, The nights of woman asked to hide you, Only shines light on every intricate parts. You are, Complexity for a name, Your every moment laid out Even before a single day has passed. His workmanship is marvellous and your every breath is all [...]

Dear Me, No.3 ❤️

Dear me, You've survived over two decades now, Long enough to learn of the two rulers in this utopian land; You will still come to realise their significance and that one will always be greater than the other. You will get to understand their characters and where you think their flaws lies.

Dear Me, No.6 ❤️

Dear me Dare to live a life in the uncomfortable Dare to speak volumes of the One you know Dare to write library for the One you love Let His truth be a gushing river of enough, to fill your innermost being. You are the journalist, The poet, The teacher. The aftermath of the story told.