In My Hands

 

My thoughts I found in my hand

And my joy right in my heart

If the clay for the porter I stood in 

Then why run?

For now I know,

I carry my joy in my hands.

The hoe is found there, in my hands

As the land is vast in sight

Why then plead with hunger to feed?

For now I know,

I carry my joy in my hands.

I feel lost 

By the one leading me by hand

On my blind side I'm led 

But here I fell into this pit,

As I succumb to sounds of mockery.

For now I know,

I carry my sight in my hands

Teach me! Teach me!!

Whiles the books are agape.

And my knowledge I see in your hands,

For the little wisdom I tried to amass

Locked up in your head

Oh!  Lord, I pray for your feed.

But there rest the book in my hands,

For now I know, 

I crumble my sight in my hands.

SPIRIT DO HEARS

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SPIRIT DO HEARS

We run to fight another day

If not to save ourselves

or to plan for the next day

The consultation to ogun we will seek

But the thunder striking advice from shango we can not deny,

For we will be ready with our sacrifice

as the obedience of it we can not let it slide,

Whiles the clouds are pregnant with rains,

We know our hopes are not faint,

There is a season ahead with a basket of grains,

An appraisal to the diety.

Whiles we harvest our substance unto the oracle,

Our incantations and adage waves into heaven's,

For we know our dreams are tackled,

The wailing and hooting of our children,

Has drummed a big sound unto the undying ears of forefathers,

But our ancestors sees us not unfortunate,

Yes! For we lack no fear

As we hold unto the voice of Balogun,

Firm like the flame at night

Why fear snake bite?

Whiles the fortification of our bodies swims with charms,

For the wars brought us warriors,

And the rains brought us barns,

This is to us, that the spirit still hears.

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