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Back in history Back in history I have formed a world for them, A world out of battle and broken walls, Out of slavery mockery words. But lately,  my shoulders is falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries, Did you want to see me broken? Did you want to watch me till they write me down in history? They shoot me with words, Inflicted the air with their noise, Why are you beset with gloom? Why is your countenance filled with evils? Does my wealth offend you, Or does it surprised you that I'v rivers of oil in my living room? Does it comes as a surprise, That I dance like I have pot of gold in my backyard? Out of the hut of history Shame arise, The wall that girded the laws had been broken. Yet, I rise!! I will live behind the night of terrors and face my fear, I will work into a daybreak that wonderously clear, Keeping the gift that my ancestors gave. Holding to Patriotsm. Arise o' compatriots and yield to the call of Him. I'm the dream and hope of the slave, Th

The Laws of Confession In today’s message, we will be learning more about the power of the tongue. Confessions rule the realm of the spirit, therefore we will only possess what we confess. Words are powerful, they govern and shape our world, and the current state of our lives is a result of what we have been confessing. Here are a few factors we need to resolve as human beings. Man’s problem is neither money nor the devil, it is our confession. There is a clear distinction between fact and truth, the fact may be you were born poor or unhealthy but the truth is; you are rich and full of life, this is where our confession plays an integral part, you declare what you want to see in your life as the word of God has promised. Just as God is a speaking spirit, man is the second speaking spirit therefore if we are going to live a fulfilled and successful life, we must always affirm what God says and not what our circumstance is dictating. Your word is the totality of your person. A man cannot

EVENING BELL EVENING BELL The sound of bells and the church clock striking seven, Quietly sorrounded with tears of Babel children,  In the shadow covering up with grey. The little town at evening, The breeze burst the tears of laughing mangos Whose infants are prime with flower songs, Their sleeping cover them soft and unseen. How lovely is it to be home at dusk From afar, to see brothers, still oblivious of their plan decided to enjoy the ride with them but it turned out a greatest nightmare. Within a squeeze of a lemon, To be tied hands and feet. Penplanet Poems

Last Hours. (Olayemi Joshua Olagunju) Now it happens, Middle of the mount  The sea will never die, neither will it ever grow old, Nor cease to be blue, nor in the dawn cease to lift up its hills And fall to pain a canoeists Now it will happen, When we swam the niNe, And reach to the very top, Their, we would keep our intimate to ourselves, And dance as the scent of delicious meals torment of nostrils. Now, after we've swam the Nile to it deepest dept, We would follow the travellers, and camped with them, Sleep under their tent where guerillas surf, Where bulls are harrypotter's companion Then after, the archangel will appear an we stand upon the tenth mount, His hand with seven sword speaking more of conquest, On His shoulder rest two Crown made of gold, Look! we have come through In front of the tenth mountain, A faint, lost ribbon of rainbow, And between us and it, the thunder, You are near me, and your naked feet in their sandals, Ready to raise, ready maize, rea

MY BIRTHDAY SUBMISSION First of all I give all the glory to God the one who made and perfected all things and beings. I thank Him for this great priviledge to be alive amidst thousands of souls who are no more today. God the maker of man, the designer of the universe. The heART of all heARTISANS. The one who surrounded me with people with scent and flowers, people with nose and vegetables. I have never in my life experience what I experienced today. The love was to much... The love from my family was an episode. I’m very thankful for all the carefully chosen words that came my way on my Big Day. These sweet words did not only bring joy into my heart but also made my birthday as bright as a million diamonds put together. Your lovely birthday wishes have immensely immersed my heart in a great pool of joy and love. Not only did you make my day wonderful but you turned an ordinary day into an exceptional one. I have read so many epistle today and today I have learnt a lesson th

Tomorrow! What can I really say about tomorrow?🤔 Tomorrow I will sing a song to a bird with a broken wing--- For the little hope I found are lost and gone away under darkest lights i’ve learned to cry ’till dawn and still keep crying on. tomorrow is my birthday but that won’t change a thing. it’s not like you’ll ever put a smile to their faces.... The sun is bright but it feels like night and all the world is grey, there’s magic if i want to believe and there are worlds out there to touch but i don’t care for magic or worlds at all But this few words are written on a broken class, Where the words need to be puzzled to understand... Do you understand me at all? Yesterday i died, to today i haunt. but tomorrow is my birthday and there is only one thing i want from you... All I want is for you to reach out for the less privileged, to give them a token out of the little you have. More than 30 percent of African children suffer from growth disorders such as stunting due to thei