Prayer

I asked my mum to say a prayer for me
Because I have tried and I can’t
I have the words but she will say them for me
I know she will understand
Mum tell God that I have been wanting to speak to him
But words keep getting frozen in my mouth
Tell him am grateful for this life that he gave me
Though sometimes it’s hard
Tell him I believe in Jesus Christ who died on the cross for me
I feel indebted to his blood
I also read the bible and hear about him on radio and TV
Though I don’t go to church
Lord though sometimes I don’t understand you am happy you understand me
Even when no one else does
When I asked you to keep me away from evil and bad girls you did
And all I did is ask
I also asked you to put your love and protection upon me at all times and you did
How could I thank you for that?
Sometimes I hear your voice telling me to forgive people who hurt me
And am trying, I really am
But even if I forgive them I can’t forget lord you gave me a good memory
Which am always grateful for
I know if I put my faith in you shall never let me down

Dear Lord,
Bless me indeed, Bless my territory
Put your love and protection upon me at all times
Keep me away from evil and Bad girls……………………….

Prodigy

Don’t ask me who taught me
I don’t got on protégé
I am past the apprenticeship
Can’t you see am a prodigy
I sit silent and put in ink
Words you thought but couldn’t tell
I hear you quote me as you speak
And I don’t even ask what the hell
And if you thought I was too quiet
Check the volume on these scripts
Words tongue in cheek spread in ink
Too loud you cover your ears as you read
Writs like ciphers so stratified and abstruse
You say it’s in double – Dutch
Too bad you misunderstand me
Maybe am too josphatized
I lace stories of stoics
But you say they are too sardonic
You couldn’t decode the paradoxes
You said they are too prosaic
I don’t mind you judging me by what I write
Though I’d rather you judge what I write
When I stew in silence don’t ask me
What’s in my mind
Read it when I write.

From the casket

Sometimes I picture myself dead
Lost and laid in a closed casket
All my brothers and friends petrified
Reminiscing on things I had done and said
My worried parents not wanting to believe their eyes
Lost somewhere in memories of my childhood days
All my friends unaware of what to believe
Praying for miracle that would reverse everything
Everyone staring not wanting to say goodbye
Everyone feeling the loss but not wanting to cry
Beautiful young ladies overwhelmed by the reality
Trying to look good on out but dying inside
Everyone hoping I said a prayer before I shed this life
While the priest is busy with no pain in his eyes
But as you curse what brings death
I will listen from the dead
Having the answers to your questions
But devoid of a voice

But that is just fiction though it tickles your nerves
Pray for me now because some day I will pass


Do not be afraid josphat is still with you.


I am happy of how I have lived my life
If I had to re-live my life again how else would I?