From dust come forth your making
In my own image for paradise,
Being through the earth as a mortal phase
to behold your faith,
I am the way, the truth and the light
In my commandments, lies a boundless joy
Tribulations and evil may surface
out of the wilderness of life,
Fear not nor feel forsaken,
My rod and my staff will comfort you,
for ye are gods, with the authority
to command every principality and powers.
In seasons of distractions by the devil's deceits
I am willing to embrace your broken heart
and contrite spirit
for I have made you a greener pasture
where life will be more beautiful
In a most passionate love
I laid my life for you
that you may have eternal glory
to dwell with me in paradise
Wednesday, 2 July 2014
Saturday, 29 March 2014
Lamentation of A Child
I Long for the day
when I returned to the city
to be with my usual play group
that understands my words
and share similar mentality with me
Life in this village is so unbearable
kids of my age don't speak English
They don't look good enough
and have a different attitude
No ice-cream cafe to patronise
no electric supply for TV cartoons
I don't hear any of the kids
talk of visiting an amusement park
sometimes I wish the city
is just two street away
where I would need no fare
to get to my destination as a child
The life of a child to the parents
Is more like that of a sheep to a shepherd
Where you barely influence any circumstance
But go wherever you are taken
Gibson I. C. Otuyah
when I returned to the city
to be with my usual play group
that understands my words
and share similar mentality with me
Life in this village is so unbearable
kids of my age don't speak English
They don't look good enough
and have a different attitude
No ice-cream cafe to patronise
no electric supply for TV cartoons
I don't hear any of the kids
talk of visiting an amusement park
sometimes I wish the city
is just two street away
where I would need no fare
to get to my destination as a child
The life of a child to the parents
Is more like that of a sheep to a shepherd
Where you barely influence any circumstance
But go wherever you are taken
Gibson I. C. Otuyah
Saturday, 18 January 2014
My Autumn Across The Border
When I first saw you
your heart was as high as mountain top
with so much complications for despair
But your eyes are as beautiful
as the gates of heaven
with attractive Iris that may
sweep a clergy off his feet
The sound of your voice
as the waves of an ocean
that could drown a man
and as the melody of a violin
that can keep me dancing all night
Though i wish i found you
before taking your heart to that height
yet i embraced the pains
of holding the key to your heart
For i considered how happy i can be
whenever i reach your beautiful mind
As you appeared to be loved at first sight
but can't get enough of you around
you became my autumn across the border.
Gibson I. C. Otuyah
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