-Nigeria at 51-
When we count our loses
in this land of golden roses
The starry skies bears me witness
That I roamed about with no place to lay;
lost in a world of pain and wickedness-
when He came around and picked me from the miry clay
Because everybody does it
doesn't makes it right
Today I choose the way, I want to live my life
I know it won't be easy but, I'll still strife
..A letter from God...
I remember days of your passion
Days when you glowed with a mission;
Once you are still alive
you can always strive
Even when it seems you can no longer cope;
life will still offer at least a streak of hope.
I think I did see her,
the same as the imagery I once saw in my dream...
in my trance of an ideal African beauty.