They have lived in hell; they are not devils; now they want out.



Good Grounds

Like the rising of the sun,
No doubt, truth of poetry,
But its accuracy,
This much truer
The man came gave instruction,
“Clear the way”
Like the seed on the wayside,
On rocky place; on among thorns
But good grounds too.

Then He came through the manger,
And she looked away, he did too.
Saved Him from that king,
Part of His mission, so he had to.
The baptism and crown,
He disappeared,
Then the forty,
He preached;
Called them all.
He healed,
And they followed Him.

At the table He said it,
He kissed Him; they laid hands on Him.
The temple brought down,
In three it was up new.
For new and cleansed souls.
Unmatched truth.
Take it.


Take me back to the old Paths,
Moms were at home; Dads were at work,
Children were children…
Brothers went into the army; sisters got married
BEFORE having children!

Crime did not pay; hard work did;
People knew the difference…
Moms could cook; Dads would work,
Children would go to school…
Husbands were loving; Wives were supportive,
Children were polite…
Women wore the dresses; Men wore the trousers,
Women looked like ladies; Men looked like gentlemen;
and children looked decent…

People loved the truth, and hated a lie;
They came to church to get IN; Not to get OUT!
Hymns sounded Godly; Sermons sounded helpful,
Rejoicing sounded normal; and crying sounded sincere…
Cursing was wicked; Drinking was evil,
Divorce was unthinkable…
Read the Bible in public; Prayed in school,
Homes read the Bible; churches taught the Bible.
Gospel was real…

To be called a Christian was worth living for;
To be called a traitor was a shame!
Marriage was perpetually permanent.
Sex was a personal word; Homosexual was an unheard of word,
Abortion was an illegal word; taboo word…

Preachers preached because they had a message;
Christians rejoiced because they had the VICTORY!
Preachers preached from the Bible;
Singers sang from the heart;
Sinners turned to the Lord to be SAVED!

Salvation meant a changed life;
Laws were based on the Bible;
Following Christ led to eternal life…

Preachers were more interested in new converts
than new clothes, new cars, offering…
Church was where you found Christians,
Give me that old time religion!
It’s good enough for me!

Months Later

It just started.
Sparks in that furnace,
Your ear-smile lit…
With the hope of perpetual fondling.
Scared was a foreign word,
That resounded like echoes
In a hollow abyss
Never inhabited by love.

Infant warmth ignited
Merry and happiness abound
Thoughts of us in decades to come
Planted everlasting glow in my heart.
Would have kept the doctor far.

Months later…
Suddenly chaos erupted
Ego moved closer
Filling the spaces left.
I witnessed danger
Replacing the aurora of perpetual joy…
I shunned me from using those words
Those three golden words
That bonded us together
For they would be meaningless
In the spur of your world.
Because your actions
Never recognised them anymore.
They became extinct.

Frosted Hurt

A smile so wide,
Ear to ear divide,
Exposing a heart,
That’s pained but,
Frosted hurt inside.

Aye, flout them,
Scorn, scoff them,
Who tear apart,
The beauty of art,
Frosted hurt inside.

Spread your love,
Shower them like a dove,
Build them a fortress,
Your heart they possess,
Frosted hurt inside.

Then come, flounder,
Your life and wander,
Their words serrated,
Halts every dated
Frosted hurt inside.

Kick them out,
When they shout,
Drench their manners in water,
With spittle, them spatter,
Frosted hurt outside!

Lifetime Lesson

Like the roof had descended,
Chamber so humid
Squeezing my fatigued being
Onto the floors of that cul-de-sac
Breathing bitterness, resent, loathe… another task
But the judge
Ready to consign
Catharses of my mind and heart
To comfort, security, satisfaction, justice!
Freedom from doubt,
Desire for future good.

When she hit the gavel
Like brass on oak!
So hard, with her strength, attitude, feelings…
It let loose!
From its handle, rolling down
Into his dock at his feet
It could be the last bang on his
And his detested tribe!

But it was his stare
That came sharp, down my breast,
Descending to my navel
Beneath my bolero,
Protuberant cask,
Holding my untamed jewel,
In four moons
Down to invisible camel toe
His gaze rested,
Fertilised by lust, malevolence…
His sleek smile contorting his face
Displaying devilish relics
Beckoning nostalgic deja vu
His hands, within the cage of manacles
Twitching, horny,
Longing for another illicit grab,
Oblivious of his sentence
Of the agape atmosphere
Of the judges iron stare
Her roaring sentence filled the chamber
Guiding and directions to drought
And damnation,
And doom…
Lifetime lesson.

I walk out of that consignment
Into the sunny bright streets
Caressing my caged wild fruit
Bitter-sweet memory
With an assurance and reassurance
That the litter thrown in the bin
That a new day has come,
Hope then faith…
Always love.

Where Will You Spend Eternity?

Where Will You Spend Eternity!

Eternity, eternity:
Endless future of every soul,
Great future of two ends apart, Which us divides, some to sorrow, The depth mortal man can’t convey; Others bliss indescribable!

O grace for grace now to avail;
Not to quench with ways terrible, Whilst here it is our lives to bless.
For soon, it no more here will be! What thought! Never now be thoughtless.
Great grace folk to get whilst hearts throb!
For men soon two clutches shall split;
As saints and sinners then severed.

First to God’s Right the saints to meet,
Sinners His dreadful Left covered. This at the Great White Throne Judgment;
When the Lord this Throne has seated,
The verdict mete as due payment, Men reaping what on earth planted: Some eternal bliss ascending

For grace hearkened unto and grabbed;
Many endless doom descending
Now, not for sin, but grace snubbed!
Which ascension Christ typifies
When He to Heaven ascended;
Descent Satan personifies
When he was to earth cast or hurled.

Further hurled shall he be soonest,
And to the Lake of Fire, that is;
In jail eternal and fiercest:
All Satan’s and spirits that’re his!
But with men sadly now to share:
Flesh and blood, who their God forsook;
Doom to ever know and no cheers,
Though for them not to dwell or look!

O for these fiery flames to dwell
Who grace shun, sin clung to as fools!
Their torment’s account; who can tell?
Whilst breathe we have, O this to mull:
Where will you eternity spend?
Up yon with the Father in bliss,
Or with the devil’s inferno…

By Eferovo Igho

She… Mother

She is strong, she is weak
She is vulnerable, she has tears too,
She is happy always, sometimes freaks out,
She won’t cry, but smile, she perfects,
She must be there, she is never idle,
She tends to erands here, erands there…

The world respects her, that which despises her,
Her happiness in installments, shows it when necessary,
She does not mind hunger, if for her loved ones,
No sleep knows her eyes, no rest settles on her back,
Her children must be warm, she orchestrates happiness,

She is packed in browns and in blacks,
In blues and in whites,
She will not resign, she must not rest,
She is always there, she is the best,
She makes my day bright, she is a mother,
Builds her nest in sunshine and in storm,
Overcomes the summer, survives through winter,
To be there for us, for her own,

She is never ill, she never lay to rest,
When she does, she is dying,
Embraces the day amidst her weakness,
Carry on in the turmoil and toils
Her brightest displayed,
Her smile eminent,
Her cheer generous,
While in the inside…
she cries, wails, she hurts
she is weak, she breaks
she reaches for love
pants for happiness,
deficient of joy
She is irreplacable!

She never acts inadequate,
Complacent in her situation
Yet she lacks,
She is the sister, the daughter, the wife…
When she is the mother
She goes on and on…

One History Time

Sitting in a circle,
With their wooves wagging,
While sipping hatred.

Fast backwards…
After calls!
Miss you and you is like,
‘what did you wanna say?’
Heart sinks three feet low,
How have you been?
‘unwell, just sick, you can’t know more…’
Locked out! Out.
Cant help ‘oh!’ moments… Then in fantasy,
Best friend…!
Hurls luck!
Points towards common sense,
Censured it and leaves…
Then hope.

Ah, now those limits shaken off the mist,
They were there anyway… Sunctioned!

Love, Give Away

They sit in a circle,
their hooves wagging,
gossiping, sipping hatred
Bimbos enjoying.

I called to say I misses you,
‘What did you wanna say?’
My heart sinks three feet low,
How have you been?
‘Unwell, just sick,’
I can’t know more…
She locks me out!

they just sit in a circle,
their eyes wagging,
gossiping, sipping hatred
Bimbos enjoying.

She wont let me in…
And I cant help ‘oh’ moments…
Then in fantasy I scream
‘I am suppose to be your best friend?’
She hurls luck at me.
Refers me to common sense,
censure it, leaves me with hope.

Ah, they still sit in a circle,
their limbs wagging,
gossiping, sipping hatred
Bimbos enjoying.

Now those limits shaken off the mist,
Scared affection
They were there anyway…
Now Sanctioned!

Hell! they will sit in a circle,
their tongues wagging,
gossiping, sipping hatred
Bimbos enjoying.

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