You that has masterly in prose You that knows the equilibrium You that is artistic in fine art And a critic in the complexity of waltz You that chews quantum

There are times I take you for granted Well, I feel too tired to read that Bible Or even say a word of prayer Many a times I think am

Forgive me God for I have sinned Knowingly and my spirit filled with guilt Forgive the moments I was driven by flesh And constantly pursued sexual immorality Forgive the times

Should they summon smut to smother you Or freckles to mask you with derision Should they dig graves to entomb you Or sharpen their machetes to slain you That’s the

‘You shall not have any other gods’ You vividly engrave in our souls But due to our fallen nature We choose to worship the world Our WhatsApp and Instagrams Take

If they tell you you ain’t good enough Neither as a vine nor as gold If they tell you you ain’t well dressed Neither as a valet nor as a prince If they

Sometimes I feel gifted not blessed Lost in my paths and not predestined Owned not loved Trying to survive and not living in abundance Sometimes thoughts of despair bombard me

They will say you are full of yourself They will hate your walk and style In low tones they would gossip About your rise and fall But remember, today they

I wish to overcome the hurdles That sway me away from the saddle I wish to triumph over the taunts That makes me feel a lesser person I wish to

If the suits I wear defined me David Beckham would for once Feel matched in his own game If my appearance, my presentability Ever explained all about my life I

Sometimes I feel I work so hard Toiling the hard crust in pain In awe for a brighter day in the sky Most times I remind God of his promises

Though a Christian One rich in knowledge of the scripture One prominent with texts from the Bible That bring a whole different view Though one who strives to please The