In Bits, Pieces and Phases

One step at a time, one hour at a time,

One day at a time, one week at a time,

One month at a time, one year at a time,

The journey of separation takes place.

You started with God. You were built on Godly principles.

His word was important. You hung on to every bit of it.

You lived by it. You fed on it. You grew by it.

Then came the subtleties. The truthful lies.

The deceptive truths. Lies coated in sugar.

The sugar raps commenced. The distancing started.

The great schism…

Then came policies. Rights.

Amendments. Laws.

All to back up the transgressions.

The degeneration is in progress.

Caution and discipline? Thrown out the window.

His Word and presence? Suppressed. Diluted.

Altered. Mixed up.

Evil? Rationalize it.

Effect? Heartlessness. Ruthlessness.

The rise of evil. Life? Meaningless.

Not to be considered. Worthless.

Snuff it out like a candle.

The rise of evil. The increase in abomination.

Greed on the increase. Deception everywhere.

Lies, lies and more lies.

It's about me. It's about you.

No finger pointing. We all are guilty.

Lured by pleasure. Driven by lust.

Spurred by greed. We walked in our might.

Self-help. Self-reliance.

Power of positive thoughts. Strength of positive confessions.

Worthless substitutes. Useless replacements.

Inadequate alternatives.

Outside of Him, nothing works.

Without His Word, nothing is.

Without Him, you are nothing.

In Him alone is fulfillment.

You, yes you, return to Him.

Nigeria, America, England, come back.

Repent. Swallow your pride.

Acknowledge your errors. Admit your guilt.

He's waiting for you. He will pick you up.

He'll restore you. He'll rebuild you.

He'll heal you. He'll keep you.

Return. He's waiting.

Boanerges...Son of Thunder.

Alatenuje toun Sunkun

Active participants in the last profligate administration

Are actively comparing prices of goods, services

And commodities one year after

They are actively juxtaposing present conditions

With those of same period last year

They are attempting a mokri of the situation

Clearly, they have forgotten

The very active roles they played

In squandering our common wealth

They have forgotten how they encouraged profligacy and stealing

They have forgotten how they said stealing is not corruption

How short are their memories?

Have they forgotten so soon? Are they cerebral at all?

Have you forgotten the role you played?

In creating this mess that you now attempt to make a mokri of?

Have you forgotten so soon

How you were caught pants down

When a letter you forged was traced back to you?  

Are you not ashamed of yourself?

Have you forgotten so soon that your principal made tons of money 

From crude oil sales yet failed to save for the future?

Have you forgotten the shenanigans of the administration you served?

Have you forgotten how many times you were exposed on social media?

For lies and willful distortion of truths and facts?

Hidden away in stolen comfort and opulence,

You rave, rant and chant on Twitter

Spewing jargons and refusing to admit culpability

You hide behind a foreign passport, a second nationality

And from a faraway country you throw jibes at another country you helped kill?

The joke is on you. The mokri is on you.

Every jibe you throw bounces right back at you.

Every mokri makes a mokri of you. Do you not know?

You can't be washed clean.

Generations yet unborn will not forget your active participation

I doubt if history will ever favour you

I'm not sure posterity will speak well of you

But then, what do I know? Continue your mokri

It will end abruptly as everything you stand for

Boanerges.... Son of thunder.

Kaleidoscope

Nigeria, a country of experts

A land populated by people that know it all

A geographical enclave

Where the inhabitants are "vocal"

A land where to criticize is far easier

Than to bring forward solutions

A place where we all have found our voices

And are busy knocking everything and anything over

Nigeria; a place where inhabitants suffer in silence

Because their people are in power

But turn critics and opposition

Once the shoe is on the other foot

A place where the inhabitants desire change and progress

But are not willing to pass through the process.

A country where we prefer abracadabra

And not the whole nine yards of enduring legacies

A people expecting the rot and failings of yesteryears

To be cleared by yesterday. Jokers?

Poor today, rich tomorrow; even when the wealth cannot be traced

To honest tangible work or business or investment

The nouveau rich must be celebrated and awarded

The place where we celebrate the misfortunes of others

Just because we are not of the same stock

But when homegrown disaster strikes

We happily blame our brothers of not the same stock 

A land where the "wicked" prosper and rule

While the "righteous" suffer in silence

Yet pray that the wicked remain in power

Just so they can eat crumbs

A place where the people love their chains

And worship their slave masters

A group of people with caged minds? I think not.

Too brilliant to be caged yet too caged to be brilliant

Nigeria, the place where we make noise on social media

But shun meaningful gatherings where our voices will make impact

How we love to “tell the truth”; especially the ones that suit our purpose

And support our position

Same truth we failed to tell our brothers

When they ruled and plunged us into financial abyss.

How we love to glorify our ignorance and stupidity

And spread same without repentance

Tigers in the HOUSE but rats in the home

Nigeria, a kaleidoscope of inordinate proportions

Boanerges..... Son of Thunder