Scented Roses

Growing up as a child, one of the cherished moments was walking home in the evening.

The cool breeze bearing gently the fragrance of the scented flower within our premises

It saturates the street and your nostrils with every step that takes you closer and closer home.

With no words spoken, it oozes tons of unreserved affection to everyone around

No pride nor prejudice – old, young, male, female, dark or light skinned; it’s gracious to all

Varying seasons - Rain, Cold, Dry or Hot, their fragrance is always very reliable.

Thinking about it simply brings a smile to my face even through the years.

Loving without holding back, giving so much when having little or nothing

Your friendship is as a clear as Crystal Sea and refreshing as the desert oasis

You’ve earned the medal to be christened the field of scented roses…

iROAR

From the moment He noticed my first limb movement

I saw the excitement in Father’s eyes as He rejoiced over me

Sooner, I was on trial’s journey taking several strides at dawn

Leaving me at the brink to the other side, He bade me come

Halted by the angry waves, the cloud of night fall became heavy and fell

At the dead of the flood, I heard the lullaby from untamed beasts

My bones rattled yet Father remained calm as still waters

Propelled by my fear I raced towards him across the river

I quivered under his legs but He pushed me out with His paw

He told me to raise my heads like His, as we made our way to the Pride

We kept the same routine for months until He told me to go on my own

I was even too scared to refuse but He told me He will be watching

At the brink of the river, I saw a pack of wolves staring at me

I looked around for Father but He was out of sight

Unaware my fears were actually afraid of me, I scrambled off like a deer

I felt them closing up on me until suddenly, I heard Father roared

They faded like when the wind decides to gatecrash into dusts party

I asked Father how a mere shout brought about their sync with thin air

He said, “The Lion of the Tribe of Judah has prevailed”

Then I realized the scepter cannot depart from my lineage. 

I’m born to rule; not to be ruled. As the Lion’s whelp, 

no one dare arouses me even when lying down. 

I am fearless and so I ROAR.

El-ec-tric-city

Attention! This is high tension, do not be at ease.

Think there is no God?

You just decked the fool’s joker; Joker.

He regarded the high voltage of the world

But disregarded the low current of his soul

Voltage rumors can't kill however this is a current affair

Power outage - the Rich fool’s dilemma.

Flash back! Noah told them to pay their bills

So don’t think it’s stale

Connect to the Spirit’s Transformer

That's your only guarantee to be a transformed man

Think Hell's-a-trick-city? It will shock you.

Not For Sale

Light: This one is not for sale 

So sail, to the yonder

Darkness: But see, he wanders 

Light: That's why I'm awesome wonder

So ponder longer, he's coming out stronger 

 Me: Permission for trial was granted

I took his mission for granted 

Hunted; by the cravings of my flesh

Lusted; my eyes was off the price

Busted; my pride got me arrested 

"Go to Jail", sin decided my fate

but not my faith

Like the poor man, I cried and the Lord heard me

and delivered me from all my troubles 

 This is too much a price 

Making me His prize

His death was done

My debts forgone

Salvation victory's won