Heavenian the EP + Off Babel the Full Book
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I hurt you again
I feel worse because I hurt me more
it’s not just now, traces I couldn’t ignore
threw every caution in the wind
yet you stood by
religion said, I’m undone
Law said, I’m cursed
Love said, I can heal
Signs don’t mean nothing
many logs untouched
to face others sawdust
how could I not tell I’m drained
yet I ignored your voice
religion said, I’m doomed
Law said, rules are rules
Mercy said, I’ve Paid it All
My eyes couldn’t stay away
until pleasures stung me
curiosity got me lost
my tongue lost its grip
I sat with the pigs
yet you were standing at the door
religion said, what can you offer?
Law said, break one – break all!
Wisdom said, Love me – find Life.
“I cannot fall”, was the beginning of slumber
the ground I tread, I forgot was slippery
fell over and over, then I reverenced your word;
I messed up but I really need your hug right now;
religion said, last chance
law said, death only
Love said, I’m Endless!
You read the lyrics
Yet you sang the song
Minute later
You longed for
an hug yet wonder
Why you frail
Every sound has a print
as it is costumed for the mind
Bent Dent Vent
just a little sip, it can’t kill
Bent Dent Vent
just a little bit, you lost grip
the one who wrote
may not understand
as keeping the fame
is their only game
the one who danced
may not realise
as keeping the sound
is their only pound
but you who listen
keeping the mind
should be your grind
Bent Dent Vent
till the sound keeps sanity
Bent Dent Vent
till the sound kills vanity
I don’t plan waking today to see
you still living in my yesterday,
the bangles we couldn’t let go have now become the shackles we are drawn with,
the path I zoomed off from
now I can’t go back to it.
I can’t teach anyone success as my life already describes what failure is.
If I could turn back the hands of time,
perhaps I would have told uncle Abraham never to let me choose on my own.
The paths I desired from a distance
the life I desired in my dreams
brought me back only
to where uncle took me out from.
To those who don’t know my story
I am Lot, whose lot is now to be forgotten,
as my generation remains without a worth.
I’m to be blamed for my daughters choice
I sought for a change but couldn’t find my way.
I hope you learn and not tread my path!
go not to Sodom, your wife can’t be from there!
except you don’t want the best for your generations too.
You may not find a mother like Sarah,
but a morsel with peace is better
than a feast with restlessness.
I hope you find light in this,
before the lights goes out
I take my leave now!
I am Lot!
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Hammad (where the love go?)
Every dispensation has its struggle, differences and uniqueness. Ours seems to be more complicating as it stands to be a façade tinged with a mix of sadness and happiness.
Yet I believe a destruction, an annihilation that only man can provoke, only man can prevent so as much as the world has an instinct for evil and is a breeding ground for genocide, holocaust, slavery, racism, war, oppression, and injustice, the world has an even greater instinct for goodness, rebirth, mercy, beauty, freedom, truth and love.
“Hammad” or better still “Big Uncle“, we do call him as such depending on the mood arrayed within, since we lost Dad. He’s been living with us to my best of knowledge, since I knew the difference between Coke and my mom’s weekend Local concoction against Pile.
Big Uncle became even more of Family to us when Dad got stroke. I don’t know how he really came into our lives but Daddy saw him as an angel sent by Yeshua and after 17 years of my life with him I could say the same.
firstly, Dad’s driver then personal assistant at the Local government council and now, house manager. All through the moment dad battled Melanoma, he was with him, cares, medic and all, oh! less I forget, Hammad’s a great cook!
Two years after Dad’s long-term battle with much resilience and smiles through the pain which we couldn’t bare if we are to be sincere, we lost him.
It was a tough time for the family and Big Uncle as usual came through for us even his wife, Aaliyah came visiting from Bauchi and spent three months with us before returning home.
Things were quite awesome until the tribalism fever started!
Everyone was drowning in this wave of fear, division became the only solution in almost everyone’s view! it never really mattered to us until Dad’s friends and family started disturbing mom and interrogating us about Hammad!
Ham…mad! but why, you’ve all known him for how long now? 23 solid years! Does he look like a killer!
They don’t write in the face oooh!…. They’re all the same, Abigail!… calling her by her first name. They even brought Grandma into this matter!
I and my little sister would stay in the room listening but Hammad lives in the other extension of the house with Mom’s younger brothers, so he was mildly aware.
Meanwhile, Hammad’s friends were just in the same boat as Dad’s family!
Kai Gaskiya Hammad! They’re pagans! why do you keep staying with them, join us! they’re not like you!
What are you talking about! I’ve lived the bigger chunk of my years with them, after Aaliyah, they’re all I’ve got, they’re my Family! They’re not pagans, we are one in the eyes of Allah! Kai, what is wrong with all of you! Hammad screamed at them in front of the mosque as they finished prayers and walked off – this was after they brought up the matter again like the 7th time!
He vowed never to return to the mosque as he retold the event to me and my sister after dinner.
Dad’s Family wants Hammad dead while Hammad’s friend wants us dead too!
Afterwhile, Hammad told Mom he would be traveling to see Aaliyah for few weeks. We would miss him but he promised to return, reassuring enough he left that fateful day!
Now, this is the third month after that fateful day, Hammad never got to Bauchi and he never returned!
Dad’s Family feels his disappearance is an answered prayer! those friends at the mosque are nowhere to be found too! Kofo, my little sister never stopped crying,
Aaliyah is now a widow! Where the love go?
“An ideology that divides the world into those who are worth more and those who are worth less, into superior and inferior beings, does not have to reach the dimensions of the German genocide to be wrong”. – Amira Hass.
Oh dear Reader 😊 I miss you too!
So it’s been awhile you heard from me right?
me too oh😂 miss myself…
I’ve been writing a lot, yeah…
some in my head, some on my tablet, some on my system and some in my dairy.
I started writing a new full book (COBWEBS) but just at the climax I dropped my pen because the characters and plot were making me emotional 😤
oh! yea… I wrote a short story too (Hammad) but was never released because “the nerdy me” wanted to turn it into a bigger plot but “the emotional me” seems to have an upper hand so I decided to settle their dispute by delaying it, forgive me😤
And yes, I’ve been through with Off Babel (My third book to be released soon)
√°the whole book, edited and ready for release and I promise, it would be out before my birthday 😊 yeah!
It’s been a long wait, so while we await the official cover for Off Babel (not the one presently posted up here, I made this black one myself, I tried baa) I will drop some short stories consecutively.
Secondly, I delayed because I was partially mourning the loss of one of my complete full book I stashed for future purpose on my tablet which was stolen (titled: NOW OR 5YEARS BEFORE?)
Yea…. I felt bad but so lazy to write hundreds of pages all over! 😤 I spent so energy and meditational moments and reading the Bible too oooh on that story but it’s stucked up in my head though… Woo 😆 I will rewrite but now now….
In conclusion I just want you to know this villageboy have a lot of stories down his sleeve (SOUTHERN LAGOS, FINDING DORA, DUSTY PULPIT, few to mention…)
but I’ve been busy learning from great minds, working on other visions, loving Jesus beyond activities yet in return to give you something better and lasting for decades to come!
I love you all!
Stay true to your dreams!
Your Fav Storyteller
Green (The Villageboy going Global 😂)
The man in white returned, this time his white was soaked in blood and dripping.
Sunday who was lying weak, looked up but the brightness of light that surrounded the man in white made him bow in fear…
Fear not, I am the one who stands in the midst of the Candlesticks, The Highpriest and advocate with the Father, Christ Jesus the righteous!
Sunday Eganlantinrin, I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty.
In the beginning I was, I am and will be, as I was at your birth. I, The Word named you after the day which I rested, that you may establish my will upon the earth.
You were born with a golden fiery staff instilled in your voice, the same one passed down from the lineage of Judah, emblem of Authority which you were to use to rule and oppress Darkness but you never used it as I desired.
You despised that which I gave you, saw it as little and allow the devil to take it from you. I took you to the place of pruning, the house of your pastor where you’d learn how to use the staff right and made Anu stand by you as your Aaron.
Did I not see Babel aiming at you? Let God be true but every man a liar! Sunday! He that calleth thee is faithful to establish you and keep you from all evil.
And now that you’ve seen and understood the wiles of Babel! Her house which is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death. If I bring you off Babel! What would you do for me in Return? The Light blazed more!
Sunday was speechless… he couldn’t look up, then he heard the voice of wisdom loud in his ears and he reiterated what he heard… I’LL BE THE CANDLE TO TAKE MANY OFF BABEL, IF YOU GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE.
Episode 9
The first candle appeared right before them burning strenuously. Sunday was joyful, all of a sudden the once burning candle went off… he became sorrowful.
This candle is your Father, Mr Eganlantinrin. He was always praying for you daily, even at work his candle was always burning until you became rich and famous he found no reason to pray. He was enjoying the comfort, he did not only quit his job but his prayers for you Sunday.
I can’t blame him, I caused it…
Sunday, men ought always to pray and not faint. We have no excuse for not performing our Heavenly assigned duty. Many relaxing as such as set many on the path of destruction. Don’t be sorrowful as there as still two candles left, let’s walk…
As they walked on, the second candle appeared before them also burning strenuously as the first one. Sunday felt relieved but all of a the light started going off, then there was a thunder and lightning, the light came back on but did not last for long it went off totally then melted on its own…
Sunday sobbed profusely… But why Lord, why?
Sunday, that is your Pastor, whom you lived with in the city.
I didn’t listen to him, he was angry with me, he warned me, when I didn’t listen to him, he disowned me, didn’t collect a dime from me and cut ties from me and my family. I caused it, I caused it.
Hmmmn… Sunday, he never stopped praying for you since you left for school, when Anu reported to him your decision, he got angry.
Summoned you but things didn’t go well, as he poured out his anger without listening to you and after you left that evening.
The HolySpirit ministered unto him to pray for you but his anger wouldn’t make him to.
He complained tirelessly of how much he spent on you, prayed for you and fathered yet you repayed him with rebellion and shame then he quoted Proverbs chapter 15 verses 10 halfly but this is the full verse;
Correction is grievous unto him that forsaketh the way: and he that hateth reproof shall die.
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