Is he a liar…or are you?

Is he a liar…or are you?

Sunday to Sunday we speak words we don’t hear we hear words that aren’t true…its pastor speaking, ‘bring those tithes or the eater eats it.’ We wan2 leave like Jesus but without the sinners, so we tell them ‘its sunday attendance,’ and then dance to songs that so negate the template of our confession….

Its a drama not a name again. Its a movie where we wear ourselves out with wears we wouldn’t wear all week, all weak. Camera! Lights! Actions that say ‘fear’ when scripts had wrote ‘faith’.

Like ‘Father bless this food; I don’t want to eat poison for the sake of manifestation’ and ‘Father, protect me on this night, don’t say I didn’t ask you.’

We praise God for Sickness and thank him for Death…

So Tell me Church,’Is God the thief or irresponsible?’ ‘Is he a liar…or are you?’

The Taking-over Bridge

Tell them in your class
Tell them we’re the chairmen
Can feel my God taking over
Pouring heaven out then
We taking over(Taking over)
Taking that

Can feel my(Can feel mine) taking that!!

In the dark spark away
He’s the light we the stars
Up with the knowledge of the Christ
Can feel my God taking over
Pouring heaven out…then
We taking over(Taking over)
Taking that

Bits (written by Max P)

I see you taking bits out of the mosaic
letting them fall in slow motion onto the roof
I watch the lacklustre motion of your eyes from the back of ur head
I know that you want me to follow the trail
I also know that these bits form this train;that are your thoughts

I follow your tail as i pick up the bits;*scoffs
like i have a choice, like you gave me one
I want to scream at you but i cant find my voice
You look like you’re having fun, well…maybe not
but i have to run as…well…after these bits that are mine
You know that i cant reach the roof,..the roof that you cant reach from yourself
I will lose those bits..those bits that you put on the roof
not to your words but to your impervious walls

I understand your need to let go of yourself from myself
I realize the inevitability of the death of ‘this’….of these
matrices whose records we do not av of its birth
I see why you have to take bits from the mosaic
You see why i have to take back these bits

We both understand this conflict of our agreement
the nexus of our haphazard singularities
but tell me something to quench my satisfaction…
to fill this hole of uncertainty with more apathy
Why do you take bits out of the mosaic..that is my being

Rain in Udi

The air is sweating profusely,and we have been surrounded by the dark-skinned inevitability of dusk, its cool though. The evening offers no chores.

I caught a glimpse of you running across my mind in your read shoos. It didn’t take me long to want to want to write to myself…that’s right,I either write to God, Me or some one-else. Well…tonight you are my ‘one-else’. There are…there have to be more than a thousand leaves on this permanently bent tree outside the window; there,is another piece of encouragement for me to leave, whenever I inhale a whisper of aimless transience.

Don’t get me wrong.

I would ‘love’ to be your ‘one’ but I hope we still share ‘one love’ when I say what I will now.

Don’t get me wrung, by your disappointment, because the reaction I give when I’m in an emotional action movie is to act impervious; my walls come up so fast, you’d think me a free mason.

You are my… You. I have never had another You in my life and when I say ‘life’ I don’t mean the duration of events that serially occurred from the moment I was evicted by my first landlady to the moment I lose the interest or means to live in my bio-mobile home. No, by ‘life’, I mean, in the entire eternity I exist, there is never going to be another You.

Now, You can believe that or not. Soon, fewer and fewer things will inspire thoughts of you. I have to eventually stopped letting you have a letter of the alphabet to yourself.

We are

Okay, first of all … I am eternal. I would have said ‘we’ but I’ve learnt to be careful about accusing other people of their own immortality… I am eternal, and I have an offer for you.

God has given us himself, not to be hidden on a shelf and dusted off on Sunday but to purify us from death, not to be killed by self but dusted off as sons; day to day, he invites us to say, and know!! Yes …we are eternal.

I want to tell you tales of how I chased tails, and I mean females, but what ails me to spell well about is the fact that we are sleeping walking. While lullabies of ‘May God bless you’ are repeated like broken records, we fix our pupils on the flesh and let men leads us whose lids are shut by pointless efforts of trying to ‘get rich or die trying’. 

I am he who gives you the power to make wealth, says the Lord of Lords.

God has given us himself, not to be hidden on a shelf and dusted off on Sunday but to purify us from death not to be killed by self but dusted off as sons; day to day he invites us to say, and know! Yes… we are eternal.

There was once a rich man whose servants were off in other lands busy with businesses that were to bring their master more wealth. He had provided to reward richly the ones who were most profitable.

But the servants ran their businesses into debt and had to go into slavery to pay their debts. But the rich man had a plan, he told it to one man; and sent hints of it to his servants in slavery…

The son of the rich man was sent to lend a hand to the enslaved servants, but they didn’t recognize him so they grabbed and gave him to their creditor who recognized him and was only too happy to sign the deal.

Now, free, the servants wandered about afraid to return to their master while the son served their sentence in the creditors den…but then, the son of the rich man, like his father, was a business genius and 3 years later, from being a slave, the son took over the creditor’s business.

The servants were all gathered in one place one day when the Son walked up of them. They were afraid, but he calmed them, ‘it was all part of the plan to free you from your creditor and take over the creditors business so he would never enslave you that way again. My father sent me to tell you he’s adopting you as his children. I will be your brother if you accept his invitation.’

The servants were overjoyed, because as children of the rich man they would be entitled to all his wealth. They’d never work another day.

‘No’, the son said, ‘Go into all the world and tell the good news of what my father has done; through me to prove his offer’.

God has given us himself not to be hidden on a shelf and dusted off on Sunday but to purify us from death and not to be killed by self but dusted off as sons day to day He invites us to say , to know, yes… we are eternal.

The simplicity of this analogy leaves me living with one thing left to leave before I leave. I offer you, God offers you the offer to offer your body as a living sacrifice to be joined to him as one spirit… and don’t think like the world wants you to, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind so that you can prove what is that perfect, good and acceptable will of God …who given us the ministry of reconciliation, and all things needed for life and godliness, and all spiritual blessings in heavenly places…

There are no blessings in heaven for you… because, God has given us himself not to be hidden on a shelf and dusted off on Sunday but to purify us from death and not to be killed by self but dusted off as sons day to day he invites us, to say, to know, yes!… we are eternal.

If you accept his offer, you can bless someone today! By saying it, knowing it … remind them, surprise them, say to them, ‘we are eternal’. Because Everyday, Jesus is.


Don’t look at me
Don’t! Please!
My sins are written,
Like chalk on a board
They stand,
Against the wall of my righteousness,
Contrasting with my peace.
Please don’t look at me.
GOD will never forgive me.

I saw opportunities to run,
To flee,
I could have walked free,
Now my reflection points,
At me, accusations.
Like swords set to sink sewers
Into my self sufficient confidence.
I…didn’t flee from evil.
I joined and frolicked in it.
Pleasure took hold of my eyes
Yet I was not so blind
I magnified
delight above The Light.
And so I lost the fight.
I lied, I stole, I fornicated,
God will never forgive me.

You must be feeling sorry for me.

That’s interesting.

In case you think
Ah! I didn’t lie or cheat or steal.
I didn’t fornicate! For real!
Allow me to reintroduce myself
I am human like you
The truth is there are
A lot of Ways to Sin
It doesn’t matter which you’re in.
There are no white lies
No good criminals or legal bribes.
Yes, already you know,
God will never forgive you.

Maybe you’re a devout person
You’ve never played with treason.
You fast and tithe, in good season;
You washed your mouth with Klin.
But you missed one tithe payment;
Or broke a fast early by a minute.
Or You thought deep in your heart
‘I’ll be kinder when I’m a bit richer.’
Don’t think God is from Asia
He won’t forgive sin just like that
So if you’ve never shed blood
And done the rites for your sins
Then you will die and be damned
GOD will never forgive you.

But as I sit, stained by my idiocy
I hear speaking to me gently.
The lashes,
They bled and pulsed with dread.
The Thorns,
They dug beneath his scalp,
creating the craziest head-ache.
The Nails,
They pinned him to logs of wood,
One stuck out of a ticklish place
Turning pleasant giggles
To searing pain.
His Father watched in silence,
Angel Armies standing and staring.

No matter how many times
You ask GOD for his forgiveness
Without Jesus…
You might have to get a lamb.
Maybe more than one.
Else GOD will never forgive you.

Don’t look at me
Don’t! Please!
My sins are written,
Like chalk on a board
They stand,
Against the wall of my righteousness,
Contrasting with my peace.
So I choose to face my peace
My name is written,
Like a gem in Gold,
It sits,
In the palm of his righteousness.
Please don’t look at me.
Look at him!

And you others like me
Who look to Jesus,
Who believe that he died and rose,
And is coming back for you.
Listen to the Spirit of Jesus
As he whispers in your heart
He won’t speak English,
Or Hausa or Yoruba or Igbo or Edo,
But you’ll see what he’s saying
Because his own hear his voice.
When sin trips you, get up.
You’re dead to sin, don’t die in it.
When you feel guilty, remember;


#EVERYDAYJESUS is your justification.


Hello ‘F.R.I.E.N.D.S’,

I have that feeling one gets when they’re ‘home alone’ and like ‘The Flash’ power flickers and is ‘Taken 2’. That’s a norm in Nigeria though, so many know this feeling well.

Real Christians shouldn’t ‘Bleach’ at the sound of darkness.

But again I’m monologuing in the ‘House’ that is ‘Once upon a Time…’ You see Truth when God says, ‘Let it Shine.’

It doesn’t matter if ‘The Devil wears Prada’, it matters that he is filled with hateful ‘Obsession’ that makes him whisper to every Christian, ‘He’s not that into you’.

And by you I mean ‘Her’, ‘The Church’ who all spark ‘Transformers’ to become ‘Titanic’; Dying to ‘Sin City’ and passing ‘The Exam’ that is The Law.

His job is to accuse ‘Heroes’ and ‘Stitch’ ‘A Thousand Words’ in misrepresentation of ‘The Lion King’, ‘Son of God’, ‘The Matrix’ of ‘Life as we know it’.
But should I have said ‘As we ought to know ‘It’?’

In life’s ‘Game of Thrones’ … God’s is ‘The Kingdom’ that will always win…wait..that has always won.

All of us looked up at him and said, ‘I can do bad all by myself’ but ‘His Royal Highness’ chose us among ‘The Avengers’ of Love to each be a ‘Shooter’ of words not containing merely ‘The Sound of Music’ but containing ‘The Giver’ of Life…

They call our ministry of pure ‘Grace’ a ‘Mission Impossible’… But he redefined ‘The Quantum of Solace’ by choosing not to simply let us ‘Die Another Day’… He made ‘Abraham’ a promise and ‘The Spirit’ is the fulfilment of that promise… Through the ‘Passion of the Christ’ and his ‘Resurrection’, God gave ‘Salvation’ to ‘The Good, The Bad and The Ugly’…

‘Noah’ didn’t see this coming… ‘David’ probably did… But here we are… And when we do ‘Good Deeds’ now its not to be approved but show ourselves approved… We know our ‘Final Destination’…

But if you’re asking yourself, ‘Why did I get married 2’ the ‘Maze runner’ that is The Law?

‘The Thing’ is … This is a ‘War of Worlds’… And ‘Faith’ is the currency that gets you the ‘Lottery Ticket’ that is ‘The Spirit’… He never devalues or loses value.

But instead of naming movies till ‘Movie 43’, Let me put it more simply:

God so greatly loved and dearly prized the world that He [even] gave up His only begotten (unique) Son, so that whoever believes in (trusts in, clings to, relies on) Him shall not perish (come to destruction, be lost) but have eternal (everlasting) life.

For God did not send the Son into the world in order to judge (to reject, to condemn, to pass sentence on) the world, but that the world might find salvation and be made safe and sound through Him.

He who believes in Him [who clings to, trusts in, relies on Him] is not judged [he who trusts in Him never comes up for judgment; for him there is no rejection, no condemnation—he incurs no damnation]; but he who does not believe (cleave to, rely on, trust in Him) is judged already [he has already been convicted and has already received his sentence] because he has not believed in and trusted in the name of the only begotten Son of God. [He is condemned for refusing to let his trust rest in Christ’s name.]

The [basis of the] judgment (indictment, the test by which men are judged, the ground for the sentence) lies in this: the Light has come into the world, and people have loved the darkness rather than and more than the Light, for their works (deeds) were evil.

Now, ‘This is the End’; I hope you let all that Word ‘Step up’, ‘Jump in’ and ‘Stomp the Yard’ in Your heart. Because when its ‘Rush Hour’ and The ‘Pacific Rim’ or ‘The World is not enough’ to contain your doubts or guilt, you must not be ‘The Devil’s Advocate’ and meet your ‘Death at a funeral’.

He did ‘Die Hard’ so we may live. He went to the ‘Underworld’ so we should experience and not just say, ‘Heaven is Real’. Its not some ‘Silent Hill’, or ‘The Back-up plan’ for our accommodation after a ‘Prison Break’ from this ‘Body of Lies’. No Its got more ‘Sugar’ than an ’American Pie’, and God is Love and Love never fails so this is not the remix.

Real Christians shouldn’t ‘Scream’ at the sound of darkness. But then I might be saying all this because ‘I’m in love with a Church girl’… You don’t have to trust me, ‘Now you see me’ through my words. You can see Jesus, see God, the same way. How?

‘Get hard’ on your Bible, its Cinematic.


For the invention of phones,
Facebook whatsapp 2go,
For my cousins and Friends,
Okpa, yogurt and bread,
for plantain and for beans,
some don’t know what this means.
But am praising the Lord
who I couldn’t afford,
but I got him for free,
like a slap in a crowd,
and he teaches aloud,
when am quiet enough,
I am caught in his love,
like a flame in a stove.
All bow to him,
who makes wild flowers a team,
who with no greater speech
made a star and leech.
All hail the King,
don’t wait to sing,
make noise and dance,
this here’s a chance,
He’s Lord of the Rings,
Circles circling him,
All hail the king
# Allhailtheking

Law to Grace

He shed his glory suit
He loved his targeted spree,
He reeked of shame and disguise
And like a tree,he came as one.

As mortal spirit
His blood,mixed with water
He called his mission his food,
For mortals he wanted eternally.

While he came tied to humans,
First cord sprang from woman.
His origin we couldn’t fathom.
His vision,to work our change.

Man to mystery,slave to son,law to grace.
In prison floors of freedom
He made us without sin
Though it flocks around as air.

All he came,all he left, was for me,
Thirty nine strokes took all disease
Yet, Man he healed turned to flee
When his time came,he turned a loner.

The vertical and horizontal lines in agreement,formed a stage for his torn flesh.
A pillar set on a hill,
That bore my mortality.

I can love like you will
I can go all over like u please
I can do all this in you
Because you gave me heaven’s treasure.
The Holy Spirit in me.

Never forsaking me
Because he fore-knew me
Never condemning me
Because His is my righteousness.
Man to mystery,slave to son,
Law to grace….

The Dance

Till then… We dance
With the feet of our fingers
Across the dancefloor of imagination.
Follow me to the past
Let the walls drape
With our version of events
Sniff the food
We cooked with our eyes
As our finger sat,
Sheathed in our caution
You don’t know
You know the moves…
But I know the body that is your soul…
So take my hand… Trust my words
Dance with me…let time be our music…
And love be our distance
Swirl with me to a night
When there was only me and you
On some porcelain dancefloor
Jumping in slow motion…
Not because there’s no air… No…
We float because we are light enough
Light enough to burn each other with wordless emotion…
Yet heavy enough to be grounded by identity.
We are who we are… Not what we want
Are you smiling yet…

As scared as I am to take the next step
I will trust you to catch me
I know am gonna fall

Let me wrap you with family
So that the faces you see
All have eyes that adore you
They don’t know you like I do…
But they’re patient…Yours forever…
Watching you dance, watching us dance
Through our memories, through our moments…
Now that you know the song…
Sing with me…Say something…

Now I’m drifting,
It doesn’t matter what song is playing
I can’t hear it
Your whispers are loud
Loud enough for me to realize
Your mouth isn’t even moving

My words are yours…

And mine yours…

Our minds soup together
As our thoughts synchronize…
With the music

But you’re wrong
No music for me
Even though I can feel the bass on the floor
Your eyes are singing the song my mind is playing

Can you hear me? Look into my eyes…
Dangerous, isn’t it? To be so close

And yet I hear nothing
I can see and feel you
Somehow my other senses are dull

I know what you want…perhaps its time…
I blink…
And for a moment, all you know is my heartbeat…
Thumping somewhere in your soul
Like a continuously imploding bomb..
Its hot.. Yet you’re not burning… Not yet
Each thump sends my fingers…
A thousand of them…
Dancing across your soul
Its dark… The only light is within you…
Thumping.. Our hearts are awake…
My eyes tell the truth… You know
So you look…
And I draw you closer…closer…closer
Light surrounds you
You’re on fire…but the heat doesn’t hurt…
Its a longing…Its a sound

I don’t trust your eyes, You should know
It’s like a vast sea
When I look,
I feel like I’m falling into an abyss
Pitch black
Yes it’s dangerous
But I’m not scared
I see the light somewhere within
The heat somewhere

Do you want to wake up…
Or will you look into my eyes?

I’d rather step back
This time I want to be in control
Its harder when you do d things you do
I can’t leave that way

Yours is the song…your words are mine

Now the song has ended
But I never heard a note of it
All this twirling has left me light-headed

You dance like a petal caught in the wind…

I was led by the best

Wake up!!!