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At the foot of the cross
On this Planet-X
Gossip
Ma T Ma Tiks
Lucy Lucy
Situation changes when we pray
Love
I'm banking
Hatred
Gaari

AT THE FOOT OF THE CROSS

At the Foot of the Cross,
the Soldiers playfully gathered,
jeering at the "Savior" they had crucified.
Of Him, they were the least bothered.

At the Foot of the Cross,
Jesus' blood was dripping,
but the busy Soldiers never knew,
that it could save them from their sin.

At the Foot of the Cross,
they cast their armour and garments by,
for Jesus' garments they would cast lots,
one by one, they each had a try.

They had seen Jesus the Savior,
they even heard His words of eternal Life,
yet, they pitched their tent with Pilate,
and lost the greatest opportunity of Life.

Today, many generations past,
Christ's Love has spread the world over,
ye,there are still some 'Soldiers',
hearint but not believing,
seeing, but jeering,
day by day, still casting their lots.

At the Foot of the Cross,
some had doomed themselves for destruction,
It was also at the Foot of the Cross
that many have found their Salvation.

ON THIS PLANET-X

Loneliness,
in this population explosion,
unexplainable emptiness,
its called emotional errosion.
Urban loneliness,
suburban loneliness,
can I pour out my heart to you?
would you do the same too?
There are no true friends,
only fakers, awaiting your end,
laughing to you face to face,
ready to stab you if you turn about-face.

Everyone's in a rat race,
working for money,
in order to make the pace,
make two ends meet and you'll be free.
But two ends will never meet,
so frustration begets dejection,
despair all over head to feet,
then comes the thought of self-destruction,
after living on the edge,
the edge of the abyss,
the abyss of the unknown,
the unknown - greatly feared.

BOOM!!! the party is over,
all alone in a dark room,
groping hopelessly for a light switch,
everyone - please run for cover,
or become a casuality,
no security in any corner-
trust not the witty,
or you may be lost forever.
So much meaninglessness,
so many with a lack of purpose,
is it because of this distress,
that their goals are in a comatose?

The emptiness,
creeping over such, like a fog,
some mysterious mistyness
blocking your way like a log,
can't see aright,
can't think aright,
therefore, confined to silence,
living the present in past tense,
hoping that something better will happen,
and into more emptiness driven,
but who can help anyway,
when we're all in the same ash-tray
Its all about stuggles, here and there,
coming from somewhere, but going nowhere.

GOSSIP

"Do you know what he did?", "don't you know what she did?"
On a date - so, in the place - there, in the time – when,
"And you know what else happened" - adding a little weed.
Such is the truth poisoned, becoming a carcinogen.
You can be sure it will be passed on to other aidmen,
Aidmen, aidwomen who have the time and ears to listen.
Into false tales more and more such are driven.

"Just between me and you, ok. Let us both keep it a secret".
I think you must have heard those kind of lines before.
Soon, two become four, then six, the truth is no more accurate,
Such is the passing of tales from the lips: door to door.
Along the way, it forms some dents and some contours,
Very soon, the truth becomes a lie. Gossip is its name.
Widespread it is over planet earth, it’s not always the same.

"Show me your friends and I would show you who you are",
Such the saying went and still goes even today.
For your friends would tell if your lips are closed or ajar,
They could tell if your lips are just but an ashtray,
And to what tales your ears cling like an attache.
Fault me not when I say gossip is not only with the lips,
But the ears as well. Ears and lips are always in courtship.

"Keep your ears from evil and your lips from speaking guile"
So says the Holy writ, in the proverbs of Solomon.
Once it goes out of a mouth, it could be heard in a mile,
Soon, it will be known as a ‘general’ or ‘common’.
At the root of all are the tongue and ear, deadly ammunitions
It is one thing to know, it is another to hear.
The collection of things heard does not always cohere.

Let not your tongue become the tunnel way for the untruth,
For such tunnels will eventually be consumed with fire.
Neither let your it become a (G&G) gossip and gossip booth.
Let not lies and ‘things unsure’ make in it a campfire,
Keep it safe behind your thirty-two barbwires.
It is an animal that only you can tame
It could either bring you fame or put you into shame

Neither let your ears become gossip’s own cubicle,
Where different tales of different versions are hidden,
It’s many forms dregs arranged in the alphabetical,
A library of sin, with darkened ears is surely a burden.
Such ears, God will surely chasten.
If there are no listeners, there will be no speakers
If there are no speakers, there will be no listeners.
The only secret thing on planet earth is nothing.

MA T MA TIKS

" Number upon Numbers,
Variables and Constants,
x's and y's never ending,
I am seeing the Mathemati-stars.

I don't understand the formulations,
how it arrived - magical calculations,
why the substituting, later factoring,
dazed and amazed, I'll need a concotion.

Wondering who invented all these theories,
laws of lines, angles, all causing much worries,
incomprehensible additions and subtractions,
multiplications and divisions, unending explainings.

I've become a scibe, numbly scribbling,
whats clear to sight, but not to my understanding,
all the 'tions' causing me much confusion,
but like soome others, we are just make-believing.

Quadratic equations, a maze of discrepancies
called equals, I think they are forgeries,
square roots and everything raised to powers,
theres always a problem making me a worrying.

My teacher has been speaking in tongues,
for the past one hour, its been the other side of fun,
I know not where he's coming from or going to,
I want to be free from his Matimati-prongs.

While I'm on the complaining,
others are on the observing,
solving it like they are drinking water,
while I detest it like snake poison.

Six solid volumes of new general mathematiks,
stacked in my shelf, all terrific and horrific,
when I begin my JSS1, Lord, this I pray,
that 4 angels my soul would keep.

LUCY LUCY

Satan, he comes at your point of decision,
begins to give you many reasons
why you should follow his instructions.
If you do, he'll lead you into your destruction.

He'll paint to you a lovely picture
of what to do now and for the future
he'll give you a sound lecture
with physical and spiritual features.

He explains everything nice and clear,
making your success look really near,
so near that you'll see 'there’s nothing to fear',
he'll tell you there’s no need for any prayer.

Sweet talker: Lucifer the deceiver,
soon, you'll begin to lend him your ear,
and before you are 'fully aware'
you'll be in the captive's lair.

At every moment in this living,
there'll be crisis, coming and going,
your decisions in crisis timing,
determines your life's destiny.

DECISIONS DETERMINE DESTINY,
every time, everyday, from morning to evening,
Satan's influence will lead you into mourning
God influenced decisions equals a happy ending.

Beware, Listen not to him talking!!!!

SITUATION CHANGES WHEN WE PRAY

When it seems the world is closing in,
with an invisible force, choking from within,
eating up every part of your being,
when body, soul and spirit begin to grow lean.

Remember, Situation changes when you Pray,
with the Word of God and your Faith,
you can bind hell and its powers,
and loose on your head all of Heaven's showers,
Your situation will change when you pray.

In the valleys of despair,
or on the mountains of fear?
do you ask someone to lend you an ear?
just someone to show he cares?
Call on Jesus, Call on Him today -
Abide not at the doubter's bay,
call and He'll save you without delay,
your situation will change when you pray.

Situation changes when you Pray,
with the Word of God and your Faith,
you can bind hell and its powers,
and loose on your head all of Heaven's showers,
Your Situation will change when you pray.

LOVE

Love is a language
which everyone understands,
but in different ways,
from him to her, from land to land.
It sees beyond the surface,
speaking from heart to heart,
making it beat at a faster pace,
-a feeling that never departs.
Many 'fall in love',
others have their hearts broken,
many don’t remember how it started,
each one has to pay love's token.
It doesn't matter who
it doesn't matter where,
Love's on plus one doesn't make two,
True love endures the test of time.

I'M BANKING

I'm Banking in Heaven,
I'm Banking in Heaven,
there, all my treasures I hide,
not with friends, or foes beside,
I'm banking with the most High.

I'm banking with Jesus,
In Him my life is saved.
In Him, my anchor is cast,
therefore I'll never be down-cast,
coz my bank can never be bankrupt.

He is my Jehovah-Jireh,
- the only sure way
my needs will be met, I'll not fear,
I won't shed a tear,
theres always credit in my Heavenly account.

Since I opened my account with Jesus,
Since I enlisted with Him,
the yeilding has been tremendous,
the profits are more and more gracious,
the rewards are now, and eternal.

HATRED

HATRED in the heart is
a venom,
a lethal germ,
slimy like a hook-worm,
it destroys fast,
slowly tearing apart,
as it first heats within,
until there's a burst without,
then a plunge into its extreme,
brains thinking thoughts of evil,
straight from hell and the devil,
soon, it'll finally make its end,
as it destroy's first,
he who carries it in his heart.

GAARI

Gaari, the Nigerian student's solvent,
Number one ingredient for brain-power,
Hot or cold, wet or dry,
all of us have one time given it a try.
A handfull with some chilled or cold water,
if you're able, add sugar, milk and milo,
as you swallow, with each spoonful comes the power,
to go and hit the books for one more hour.

Eba with Okra soup, vegetable, ewedu and gbegiri,
any of those combinations will restore your vigor,
going straight down your throat with one scoup,
after a hearty dinner, a smile to show your 32,
joy and peace have just parked in the same garage.

Gaari, gaari,
anytime, anywhere, anyhour
The original wack of my fatherland.