JUST FRIENDS

Passed the grounds of fair play,
Where two love birds played.
Passed the grounds of fair play,
Where a rival became “Just Friends”.

In his place of discomfort
He shared stories of how he lost his heartbeat.
In his solitude of sadness,
He watched as she found another comfort.

He was just a friend,
Yet here lies one who gave his trust away.
He was just a friend,
Yet look who has left the heart of one disarrayed.

Passed the grounds of fair play,
Where his concern made him delusional.
He was supposed to be just a friend,
Yet here stands in-between lovers a threatening competition.

Passed the grounds of fair play,
Where the lover became and adversary to the “Just Friends”.
Passed the grounds of fair play,
Where the Mistress and the “Just Friend” became allies.

Passed the grounds of fair play,
Where “Just Friends” become allies and allies turn to rivals.
He was just a friend,
Yet look who is sounding the wedding bells.

WHO’S YOUR FATHER?

Who is your father?
When the going becomes tougher,
And your life seems unbearable,
And you feel like you are in a stronghold of depression,
Who is going to save you?
Who is your father?

Who is your father?
When you feel you are in chains,
And the burden of bondage is unbearable,
Who will pray for you?
Who is your father?

When the demon army rises up against your destiny,
When the issues of life overwhelms you and you can’t find the remedy,
When you always try to plant yourself strong in your faith but always get pulled out by the enemy,
Who is going to plant you back?
Who is your father?

So who is your father?
Is he the one who is going to cover you with his wings of love and protection?
Is he the one who is willing to bend the knee for your salvation?
Will he always be available to attend to your needs?
Who is your father?

How will you cope?
Who will break you from your yokes?
When you are trapped and held in chains by sins,
Who will help set you free?
Where is your father?

Where is your father?
Does he know you?
Will his covering be over you?
Where is your father?

Where is your father?
Will he not spare the rod so not to spoil the child?
Will he stand in battles you alone can’t fight?
Is he your friend, mentor or a stranger?
Who is your father?

DRIFTING

Lately I’ve been getting some distance
Telling me you will call back but forget the instance
Baby maybe I’m not the one you wish to be dating
But if you still want to talk, my call is still waiting

I’ve been chasing you all the time
Memorizing all my lines
Hoping to tell you what’s on my mind
But I guess your ears won’t be inclined

Baby I love you
But here am I reminiscing about the good times we had in solitude
Maybe I hurt you
But please forgive me before I give up soon

I need you to stay with me
When in pain I wish you will lean on me
Baby, why are you ghosting on me?
Because it feels I’m chasing moon

Now here we are creating space
Soon we will call ourselves mistakes
Baby I don’t like change
And if you leave me I’m going to break
Because I’m nothing without you girl.

We used to believe in love
Now look at us falling apart
So if you don’t hear from me again, then know that I’m gone
Gone to find the one who will fill my space
And this is where I say goodbye…

THE FIRST ADAM

The First Adam

He took a bite of the product from the forbidden tree
Crunching as the boulder under his teeth were mashed into pieces
Desires met taste, lust formed in the heart
The mind agreeing to the ground levelling of the words not to be disobeyed

Then came the curse, followed by banishment from the place of plenty
Then dishonour, after which came murder and more curses
Oh God did not spare this Cain yet the child was already spoilt
The blood of Abel crying, “Vengeance, Vengeance, Vengeance”,

Then he, the one who performed the deed, bore the mark of the beast
Now here lies hardship, sexual immorality and hell
Here lies wicked men, evil doers and life takers
Now here lies the seeds of disobedience
Now here lies death

Oh sons of the first Adam, woe unto you
For the seed of deception lingering in your hearts is the path to your destruction
Oh son of Adam, be watchful
For the end of time will be very painful.

Fingers are being pointed at the first Adam
And when a child cries out of pain, it cries, “Adam why?”
“Why must I be born guilty before committing any crime?”
“Why must I suffer the punishment for what I didn’t eat?”
Adam why?

WINE AND LOVE

Wine and love.Love and wine. Wine love or love wine,
Whatever be the case I never wanted to be in the same room with you. I warned you of the consequences of our actions. That if you get too close and take part of my privacy soon you will take it all up. I warned you of what might happen. Things I didn’t want to go back to. Things I was afraid I might not be able to stay diligent to. I was afraid I might not stay loyal. I didn’t want any attachments and the sound of commitment meant I will be burdened. That I will have to carry a burden of calling you each morning and also at nights. And if I ever do you anything you might not even bother to answer but you promised you will always listen. And so far so good, you’ve been faithful. You’ve shown me care, shown concern, understood everything I said and did. You showed me love. Love. Speaking of love. I asked you if we could take our time. Take things slow, one step at a time. For I didn’t know whether I could love you back the way you do. But little by little you waited. And I now know why you are sometimes referred to as patience. Patience is a virtue and if I am to walk and dine with you I will be paraded in this same circus. But I was afraid it could go wrong. It wasn’t you, it was me. I couldn’t trust myself to stay faithful forever. But that night. Ohhh dear☺️. Lights out on a rainy and cool night. Minding my own business then I heard the knock then you walked in without I inviting you in. Lighting the nights candles of different colours. Laying the rose petals gracefully around the room then you pressed the play button of my stereo. Oh what a chill that passed through my heart and sent electrical shocks all around my body. There was the feeling, the love feeling. Then you began to describe your love towards me. How you wish to come and commune with me, show your love to me. How you will like to spend the rest of my life with you. You showed me love and caught my love when you planted your warmth upon my lips. Awwwwn 💕💕. Chills,wine sipping, lights, camera, you came with action so I said “let’s roll”. Up until now I don’t regret loving you. I don’t regret giving to my heart to reside. Now I’ve become a musical tune. A stereo of love.
Oh what love you’ve shown towards me. Telling me of how you left your throne and walking through this very earth just to see me in light. How you took the back lash just to bring me your health. I was stubborn, not wanting to let go of my ways yet you never gave up. Never for a second reconsidered leaving me. You waited for me. Then on that very night, lights out, minding my own business then I heard you knock on my heart’s door. Then you came in through the song that played on my stereo that night. Oh what a chill I felt in my heart. Passing through with electrical shock all around my body. Then there was that feeling. The feeling of repentance. I had a change of heart.
You showed me what is the love you carry. The blood you shed on the cross. The powerful blood that saves. So your blood I drink as fresh wine from heaven. And that each time I take a glass of wine I remember your love. The love portion. The blood token. Thank you Jesus for the blood. This is wine and love.

Karma’s Audience

Galatians 6:7
[Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.

I used not to believe in karma. I always thought it was a language that was spoken by a hurtful heart suffering from bitterness and is not ready to forgive. Growing up, one thing I came to understand is that whatever a man will sow that he will reap. So if it is a mango tree that the man sowed, eventually he will have to eat the fruit of it whether good or bad. Yet as a Christian, I came to know and understand the concept of forgiveness. I came to realize that God, the Almighty is always faithful and merciful to forgive us our foolish ways, and that who ever believed in Jesus will not perish but have everlasting life. So eventually whether the person was a bad person, the moment he becomes a born again entity, his old ways are rubbished and he is given a new life, and so for that matter, he is now taking from the place of paying for what he did before. For I always thought, what if the person becomes like pastor Chris Oyakilome or like our very own Archbishop Duncan Williams, will he still pay for the things he did wrong? How is he going to pay for his actions? Will he go to hell or some tragic activity will just cross his path to break him up? Consequences. Hmm.
Lately, it got me thinking. Looking at what have been happening in my life and the way things are going, I for once gave room to the idea that karma indeed is a thing. I never thought I will someday come to believe in it much more write about it. For I was of a strong notion that so long as I am born again, whatever I did in my past life won’t come back to hunt me but maybe I should hold that my thought and also consider consequences as well or let me say the payback( what we call karma). Imagine breaking someone’s heart and leaving the person to cry in pain and you later have to pay by being also broken hearted by someone you love. Won’t that hurt? Will that be fair if God is indeed the master of these things? Well you have a mouth so you can ask God yourself. But for once I am beginning to believe in karma. Hm.
But I hear people say karma is a bitch(forgive my language) as if it is some kind of a living entity hiding somewhere waiting on who to give back what he owe. And indeed he pays back too. How do I know, if I’ve not gotten my payment yet? I wish to continue but Atisac is

looking forward to I replying to his letter so I will end here but the little I can say is sorry to anyone that I’ve hurt. And to you reading this piece, I leave you to judge whether indeed there is something we call karma or not. Thank you.

A Letter to Kweku

Dear Kweku, I thought it wise to write this letter to you instead since you are the Christian.
Kweku, life has no meaning. I try to work out the logarithms of life to see if there is any meaning attached why I’m like this. I was born a Christian and became one because I saw mummy walking in that direction. I never understood and still don’t understand Christianity. The last time I read your piece which talked about the move of God. You assured me of the authenticity of the Bible, that if I do everything it says I will never stress in this life. Well guess who’s here with questions. Kweku, I pay my tithes, give offerings, sow seeds. I do whatever that I see in the Bible yet nothing seem to change. You said in your piece that, like the farmer, if I plant well it doesn’t matter the season, God will come with a reason to see it grow to reach it peak. Kweku this is the rainy season yet the seed even did not germinate. But Kweku, when I was in the world everything went well. I was not going to church so all my money was intact. I had enough to spare. Kweku, life is making me feel like Christianity is only an ideology which works for some few people. And all the prophets and soothsayers are fakes and have people trailing us, gathering our informations that even before we get there they have already been informed. So whatever they said will happen and did actually happen might have probably been a mere coincidence. For which kind of God and father will listen to some and not pay attention to me? Kweku I am in a world of doubt now.
Dear Kweku, now seeing the way things are going I don’t think I will forever be Christian. For if the Bible is a manual and I’ve done whatever it said I should do and yet still things are how I left it, then I’m sorry, I don’t think it’s true. The last time you were sharing with me how someone got a huge amount of money to do a business from his uncle and I wondered, how is this is even a testimony. The man is his uncle and if he didn’t even pray but ask he would still have gotten it. Kweku, who is my uncle? I am left to believe in one I call a father who does not hear me when I call. Maybe my talk time is consumed but in the first place did he even hear me. Was he listening? Kweku I am confused.
Dear Kweku, in conclusion, I think Christianity is a white man’s religion, created to enslave the mind. So whereas they are investing their money, we are here filling the pockets of pastors who dont even care about us. For who wrote the Bible? Did he see Jesus rising up and ascending to a place called heaven? Was his bones found and hidden just to make us think he was indeed risen. And how come only those that knew him saw him after resurrection? Where was the king? The law makers? Those that lied against him? Where were the priests that crucified him? Where were all of them? Kweku, can you help me answer these questions for I’ve asked the God you talked to me about and I didn’t hear him talk. I have a lot to talk about but I will leave it here. Kweku I will be waiting on your reply.
Love Atisac.

I NEED ME… 💕

I need me…
I am not looking for attention so don’t get me wrong but your attention for me is what I want to prove wrong.

I need me a place. A place I belong.
I need me a church where I belong.
A family I belong. A relationship I should belong. One which I am seen as a god. Worshipped all the time and all day long.
I need me a place where I can lay bare my wrongs and ask you to help me make it right.
I don’t need you to expose my guilts. I want you to help me get out of my filth and not to point it out.
We all have regrets. We all wish not to meet such regrets in the rest of our lives. So we all need we a place we are accepted.
In this day, at this time that you are glued to this, you also need you a friend. Someone you can talk to. Someone you can share your fears with. Someone you think can help you get out of these fears.

I don’t need you to love me when I am around. It will mean I am becoming a burden to you.
I need me a friend. A best friend. Someone who cannot spend the rest of the day without hearing from me. Someone who will always want to talk as long as we want to regardless of what the world might say. Someone who will like to stay by my side all day long without regretting. I need me someone who can rebel some times. Not always following the rules. Someone who will be willing to break bounds sometimes with me.
I need me someone who no matter what will always keep her smile. For probably hers will be a portion to cure my sad heart and not someone who will be happy to see others but me, her best friend she won’t.
I need me someone who will read in between the lines and see that whatever I said is not about him or her but about all of us.
I need me someone who won’t be quick to judge but willing to build me a hedge to protect me from falling from the edge.
I need me someone I can say, “hi, I love you”, without not being sure.
I need me a beloved. Just like in the fairy tales, I need me a snow white who will sing and dance at my appearance. I need me someone who will kiss the shriek out of me and forget about how ugly my face is. I need me someone who will call me prince charming. Someone who will at will want to be with me. I guess that is why they are called fairy tales. It can’t be that true.
Now I don’t need you to tell me the use of my words and the construction of my sentences are wrong.
I need me a place I belong…

Love Never Given is Never Gotten💕

I remember. I remember how we used to talk without anyone holding us back.
How long we spoke on the phone like that will be the last time we are ever going to talk to each other.
You were full of all smiles and found all I said too funny. I thought it was ever going to last. Little did I know that a time will be coming that none of us will be fine even when none of us calls anyone of us. But I remember how you could say you missed me out of the blues. How you couldn’t wait to see me but now it feels like anytime I get to see you, you are in hurry to see me leave. And it breaks me to know that I have such feeling.
I remember we said we love each and will forever be in love. I remember how you showed me your love through your care and concern but now the love we said we had for each other have become nothing but a story to the ears. When did we get here? Why do I feel that all you ever think about is how you’ve regretted giving me the chance to love you? Where did I go wrong? Maybe I’m not meant to find love. Maybe I not meant to claim anyone’s heart. Probably I am meant to be a lone walker with God as my only lover. Maybe the only relationship I am meant to keep is the one I have with God and even that one I am failing in it. Maybe I should cancel out of my life the idea of love and allow Him to love me. For all that I thought I had with you, was nothing but words spoken out of a heart that loves to a heart that wants to try and love. Yet I remember you telling me you love me. That you will never forget the love you have for me and that if a guage is placed by your love it can’t get it true length for your love for me have no measure. But look at us here now. I wake the next day and I don’t get to see your calls I couldn’t answer. Now everything about us has changed. And maybe you’ve heard something about my past which is challenging your decision to walk this path with me. But remember what we share. I may not have nothing to give. I may not be able to buy you the most expensive gifts but if there is anything for you to remember then let it be the love that I have for you.
Maybe what they say is true. That you can force a mule to the river side but you can’t force it to drink from it. So maybe I did that with you and I am paying price. A price difficult to pay. A price I pay in hurt.
So to my dear ex, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention to our love and now I am paying the same price of not being paid attention to. I am sorry for finding your early morning calls and text as irritating. I am sorry for thinking you talk too much. And if time would have gone back, I would have spared you the effort by not coming into your life in the first place. I am sorry.
That is how life is. What you want you don’t get and when you manage to get it too you find a way not to like it anymore and when such a thing is lost that is when you find your love for it again.
But as for me, I will bitterly sip on this cup of love and wait for what tomorrow might bring.
So as long as I wait to finish the cup, remember this is not just a story. This is poetic preacher and I am the poetic preacher.

Love Never Given is Never Gotten💕

I remember. I remember how we used to talk without anyone holding us back.
How long we spoke on the phone like that will be the last time we are ever going to talk to each other.
You were full of all smiles and found all I said too funny. I thought it was ever going to last. Little did I know that a time will be coming that none of us will be fine even when none of us calls anyone of us. But I remember how you could say you missed me out of the blues. How you couldn’t wait to see me but now it feels like anytime I get to see you, you are in hurry to see me leave. And it breaks me to know that I have such feeling.
I remember we said we love each and will forever be in love. I remember how you showed me your love through your care and concern but now the love we said we had for each other have become nothing but a story to the ears. When did we get here? Why do I feel that all you ever think about is how you’ve regretted giving me the chance to love you? Where did I go wrong? Maybe I’m not meant to find love. Maybe I not meant to claim anyone’s heart. Probably I am meant to be a lone walker with God as my only lover. Maybe the only relationship I am meant to keep is the one I have with God and even that one I am failing in it. Maybe I should cancel out of my life the idea of love and allow Him to love me. For all that I thought I had with you, was nothing but words spoken out of a heart that loves to a heart that wants to try and love. Yet I remember you telling me you love me. That you will never forget the love you have for me and that if a guage is placed by your love it can’t get it true length for your love for me have no measure. But look at us here now. I wake the next day and I don’t get to see your calls I couldn’t answer. Now everything about us has changed. And maybe you’ve heard something about my past which is challenging your decision to walk this path with me. But remember what we share. I may not have nothing to give. I may not be able to buy you the most expensive gifts but if there is anything for you to remember then let it be the love that I have for you.
Maybe what they say is true. That you can force a mule to the river side but you can’t force it to drink from it. So maybe I did that with you and I am paying price. A price difficult to pay. A price I pay in hurt.
So to my dear ex, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention to our love and now I am paying the same price of not being paid attention to. I am sorry for finding your early morning calls and text as irritating. I am sorry for thinking you talk too much. And if time would have gone back, I would have spared you the effort by not coming into your life in the first place. I am sorry.
That is how life is. What you want you don’t get and when you manage to get it too you find a way not to like it anymore and when such a thing is lost that is when you find your love for it again.
But as for me, I will bitterly sip on this cup of love and wait for what tomorrow might bring.
So as long as I wait to finish the cup, remember this is not just a story. This is poetic preacher and I am the poetic preacher.