It is the first time in years That we have a place to shelter Show us some mercy Do not expose our fears To those people who despise us Pray, look upon our faces And be merciful to us Our journeys have been hard In the many places we have lived Give us some respite For our bodies and our souls Have taken on a bit of batter Pray, spare us from rebuke And let us find favor with you We have long hoped and prayed Finally, grateful to arrive here Do let us take solace From the storms and disasters Always looming in the distance Pray, forgive our many failures And show us a little bit of kindness Toyin Taiwo, Aug 2020
Face down, body still, unsure what is next. Until the kneading slowly begins. And the pains flash in and out. It is bitter-sweet. You know you need it; you are sure you want it. But in the heat of the moment, you are undecided how you feel about it.
Beaten down, to the barest ground. Stood still, like you never thought could be. You could almost deny any of this happened. To give your ego some break from the bashing. But this – it is too real to ignore, too present to deny. You cannot but wonder: how on earth am I here?
But this is your moment, this is your race. This is your hour, time to stake your claim. Head in the game, mind on the road. You are going on the journey, taking it in stride. Your reward is waiting, far down ahead of you. The light beckons you home, beaming with smiles.
Funny Face made a silly joke
Brown Tooth laughed hard as
White Shirt became upset with
The sudden loss of decorum
Madam Counsellor spoke up as
He wondered what was funny
Reminding him that life is short
And the days have been tough.
Almost every one of them agreed
The economy would be better off
If Lying Lips had won the elections
Everyone, except Saint Integrity
Who could never share that view
Even if his life were under threat.
Toyin Taiwo, Aug 2020
No more words
Can be spoken.
Power changed hands
Moved from one to another
And virtue’s roaring
While greed quietly
Prevailed as conscience
Was put to sleep.
Tears arrive late
As the long arms of
Wreak untold havoc.
The lambs can now be slain
The price has been paid
Toyin Taiwo, August 2020
The voice came gently; a whisper in the wind
A miracle-working teacher called out to me
I wonder if He knew how much I had sinned
So I told him, “Lord, please go away from me”
Have you ever waited for inspiration to come? Have you struggled to catch a whiff of fresh air before getting started on a project? Have you ever felt blank in your greatest moments of need, when it seemed everything depended on you getting an ingenious idea? Well, I suppose you have, and that you have sometimes been disappointed, as I have been. I have found out that no great venture is sustained on the ground of inspired ideas. Inspiration may get you started, but diligence and commitment to a cause keeps you in the long haul.Continue reading “Uninspired”
“Stormy days and troubled nights are borne
Only by souls secured on an anchor eternal
Unafraid, unshaken, and surely not dismayed
They ride the storms, sleep through the nights
Darkness brings doubt, and shakings cause fear
While some run around, others simply melt away
But he who trusts the Lord is like Zion, unmoving
Supported underneath by the Everlasting Arms”
Everything that has a beginning has an end. So, start with the end in mind. Tonight, I do not feel like writing many words. Yet I feel like I have a lot to say. So many unspoken words harboured in my mind, waiting to be given life and a purpose. I used to yearn to speak; now I hesitate to open my mouth. The years have brought caution to my lips, patience to my feet, and abundance of reflection to my days. So let me share these lines I wrote a while ago…Continue reading “The Market”
“If the Son shall make you free
Then you shall be free indeed”
Iconic words from the Godhead
No truer words were ever said
Free men still slaves of their desires
As the Enemy stokes the fires
Of their lust and endless greed
But ‘tis the Truth that makes us free
Totally drained is how I feel:
When your words ride over mine
And our thoughts do not align
When your voice drowns under mine
And our voices become hoarse
From screaming silent expletives
In vain: we became deaf to each other.
Continue reading “A Crisis of Love”