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an early morning rise,
up the stairs
walk into the bathroom
in the sink
a small stain of blood.
less than a measure of yesterday
pulling a baby out of the womb into my arms.
on the sheets
a small stain of blood.
midwives wrap
my first born
snug and warm.
when her mother
finally gets her initial fill
she hands me this precious
new life.
i hold her knowing
there is nothing,
nothing!,
nothing...
nothing.,
nothing-
better then this moment!,
sweet scented perfection!,
lulls me into a peaceful bliss.
as she grows,
i spend my best times with her
and later her sister too.
my daughters own me
lock,
stock
and
barrel.
Ali?
i still see your
baby green eyes
reaching out to me.
i still smell your
childhood scent.
i can still taste
your hopes and dreams.
i can still touch
your youth as if it were now,
hear your tiny voice
"daddy i love you but you're my best friend too".
there is nothing,
nothing!,
nothing...
nothing.,
nothing-
better then this moment!,
you're now twenty two.
in the sink?
a small stain of blood.
in your bedroom
cocaine,
syringes,
...everywhere.
i clean
carefully picking them up.
i know you know you're playing
russian roulette with your life.
the drug convinced you
your life isn't worth living.
that's what drugs do.
they're that snake in the garden of eden
and you know eve ate that apple
and you know she sacrificed everything
for a fruit that would never taste that good again.
evil always presents itself as the only choice
while good seems too tough an alternative
but the truth is, the harder you have to work for it
the better it feels and it holds its feel with nothing to chase.
you can't hear me
the monster deeply
imbedded in you.
but Ali i love you
and Ali my heart weeps
and on my chest sits
a small stain of blood!
June 3 2015
Armand
From Sunday to Sunday,
We work hard like the donkeys in sironko;
Moving to and fro like roadside vendors and hawkers.
Like the holy spirit has descended upon as,
The way it was on pentecost,we move up and down all day.
We go to the laboratory from the ward,
From the theater to the morgue,
To the store from the supervisor's office.
Thinking hard and keeping our brains in check,
We go to work everyday to save the dear lives of mothers and babies.
A blow of sadness hits our faces,
Whenever we lose one of them to death.
Regret fills our hearts for where we were negligent;
And we live never to forget that moment,
When,we relaxed on duty and messed things up.
Sometimes,a feeling of giving up kisses our lips;
And soon,when we are yet to verbalize it,
That we have given up and cannot try anymore,
Or that we are tired and clients should leave us alone, give us a break;
Sense overrules, and we return to our ethical boundaries.
We work,work,work;- like Rihanna sings.
We work and work and work till the work itself is tired of us;
But still,we work to save their lives; mother's and babies.
Pushing and screaming; crying and fighting,
Quarrelling and abusing us;
We urge her to breathe in,and breathe out;
To relax and calm down,and think not about anything other than her baby;
Whom,she has carried for nine months,
Persevering through the sleepless nights and pregnancy complications
Just to see her child become someone who will breathe and live on its own.
On the other hand,we desist from the temptation to slap her;
She can mean to be disappointing sometimes; you know??
A smile tickles our lips,and our teeth,we hide no more.
Sweat runs down our faces,but we forget to wipe it away, overwhelmed with joy!
The crying of the baby,is the joyful laughter of the mother.
It is the peaceful relief of the midwife.
Allover the world,that is what we do. That's our daily routine.
Way down south at the edge of the swamp,
Was a little town known as Backwater.
A peaceful town that most folks found,
Was a good place to raise sons and daughters.
A plague hit the town and people fell sick,
And soon they were dropping like flies.
No doc could be had and the fever was bad,
So they called on the preacher and midwives.
They did what they could but it wasn't enough,
And folks were in fear for their lives.
One woman knew of a spinster who,
Had a sister who lived nearby;
Deep in the swamp, she never came out,
Shunned people and kept to herself.
Some thought her a witch, at best an old b-- h,
But right now they needed her help.
They sent her word through her sister and said,
For whatever she'd do she'd be paid.
She decided she'd make for her sister's sake,
The trip into town and give aide.
When she arrived no one could say,
Next meeting she was just there.
'Mid the fightin', and cussin', and much more discussin',
She pushed back screeching her chair.
My name's unimportant as are you all.
I came at my sister's call.
I'll cure your fever and then I will sever,
All ties and binds with you all.
She mixed up a brew amid the town square,
Soon the smell permeated the air.
Not really bad from the whiff that I had,
T'was the medicine we would all share.
Well the people got well and no one else died,
And the two sisters packed up their wares.
We'd best be off one said with a scoff,
Hang around here if you dare.
The town bid them stay, please don't go away,
For sure you will live like a queen;
But they took their pay and left the same day,
Never no more to be seen.
The townsmen searched high and searched for them low,
To bring them both back to the hollow.
They found on a post a note from their host,
We've gone, do not try to follow.
On return, first thing, I view
my garden with sleepy eyes.
Straight away, I summerise,
nothing died.
I pull a few offending weeds,
as I go along the paths.
New colours cream,lilac,red and yellow.
Daffidols bulbs that split in halves.
As I reach the cherry tree,
a tear comes to my eye.
Buds of pink, Mum's birthday,
May 2nd......She died.
Bulbs I planted last October
are trying to break free.
From that poor clay soil I
put them in.....silly me.
My rose tressles have blown down.
Taking rose plants with them.
The baby orange tree, in hothouse
has babies hanging from the stem.
My garden gives me so much pleasure.
You would not understand.
Unless you tend one, just like me.
Midwives to nature....unplanned.
January 18 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 1-3
Key Verse – Exodus 1:20 Therefore God dealt well with the midwives: and the people multiplied, and waxed very mighty.
HEART THAT TRUSTS GOD WHO DEALS WELL WITH US
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His salvation-gift
Since He brought us out from sin’s bondage of condemnation’s rift
By the strength of His hand upon love’s uplift
So that we can enjoy His blessings, and from Him never to drift.
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His redemption-forgiveness
Since He regenerated us through the Spirit’s powerful steadfastness
By the work of His might along His graciousness
So that we can walk along His paths of holiness.
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His justification-compassion
Since He pardoned us from our hell-bound sinfulness and transgression
By the wisdom of His judgement with truth’s vision
So that we can journey toward participation in His great commission.
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His conversion-fulfillment
Since He separated us from iniquity’s eternal defilement
By the efficacy of His blood atonement
So that we can rest in His peace-bestowment.
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His adoption-sealing
Since He made us His children to stay in His divine dwelling
By the virtue of His everlasting calling
So that we can worship Him with sweet fellowship in prayer-kneeling.
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His transformation-authority
Since He revealed to us His principles of growth through His Word’s infallibility
By the teachings of His doctrines of Biblical purity
So that we can mature in the faith while abiding in His service-security.
God deals well with us midst our heart’s trust for His exaltation-fame
Since He instilled in us His ways along humility’s flame
By the inspiration of His example through servanthood-claim
So that we can become Christlike by His virtues with no shame.
January 18, 2026
May Your Body bless my body
May Your Blood bless my life
May Your guidance
Lead away from every evil fief
May Your Body bless my body
May Your Blood bless our lives
May we fear God
As did the Exodus midwives
May Your Body bless our body
May Your Blood bless kirke life
May we gather in Your Midst
In every war and strife
May Your Body bless this body
May Your Blood give life on and on
Luther said "Das ist dein blut"
Upon apheresis syphon
May Your Body bless somebody
May Your Blood bless this life
Let us not put asunder
What You bind in man and wife
May Your Body bless anybody
May Your Blood incite new life
And point us to the Missionary
Keeping cadence with drum and fife
January 18 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 1-3
Key Verse – Exodus 1:20 Therefore God dealt well with the midwives: and the people multiplied, and waxed very mighty.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO DEALS WELL WITH US
Praise be to God for dealing well with us:
Fruitfully, increasing our faith; making us exceedingly blessed,
while multiplying and filling us with His goodness
Faithfully, fighting for our victory midst affliction, grief, bitterness,
and service-rigour by His graciousness
Festively, cheering our hearts, transforming us
toward good works through His greatness
Exodus 2:24 Praise be to the Lord for hearing our groanings with His:
Compassion that nurses our soul in our call for His help
Care that nourishes our spirit for our capacity to serve
Comfort that nurtures our state in our cry for His forgiveness
Exodus 3:6 Praise be to the Almighty for being our God and Father Who:
Draws us to His holiness
Deals with us in our affliction
Delivers us from the enemies’ hands
Directs us to His land flowing with milk and honey
Defends us from sin-oppression
Declares to us that He is “I AM THAT I AM”
Drives us to sacrifice unto Him
Does to us marvelous wonders
Dresses us with righteousness-raiments
Delights in us through His favours. Amen!
January 18, 2024
January 18 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 1-3
Key Verse – Exodus 1:20 Therefore God dealt well with the midwives: and the people multiplied, and waxed very mighty.
FAITH IN GOD WHO DEALS WELL WITH US
God deals well with us in His loving restoration
Reproving us along His prevailing compassion
Refreshing our souls through His nursing instruction…
Ready, by faith – we repent, confessing our transgression.
God deals well with us in His grace for our growth’s achievement
Rebuking us along His kindness-fulfillment
Refreshing our spirits through His Scripture’s empowerment…
Ready, by faith – we strive to obey His commandment.
God deals well with us in His reinforcement of His leadership
Reigning over us along His offered relationship of holy friendship
Rehearsing to our minds His precepts for our stewardship…
Ready, by faith – we turn to Him for sincere worship.
God deals well with us in His mercy against sin-oppression’s trouble
Reforming us along His beseeching sacrifices that enable
Restraining our weakness while upholding us, being feeble…
Ready, by faith – we overcome backsliding due to worldliness-rumble.
God deals well with us in His truth for our earnest believing
Rebuilding us along His opportunities for diligent serving
Rejuvenating our character traits toward virtuous improving…
Ready, by faith – we cling to Him for wise problem-solving.
God deals well with us in His answer to our prayer plight
Reaching-out to us along His goodness against grief’s blight
Reinvigorating our commitment through His assuring light…
Ready, by faith – we trust Him always for our supplication-might.
God deals well with us in His respect for our devotion glow
Reminding to stay along His blessings’ flow
Restricting our zeal against arrogance-blow…
Ready, by faith – we submit to Him to conquer pride as foe. Amen!
January 18, 2025
*Abiku's Era*
Come up here
Let's talk reasonably
The earth is the lord's
And all in it is vanity
Look at me deeply
To see the cries in my bones
Daily do I weep
My cries escalate so high
This journey is getting deep
The more you look, you see less
Of what importance is assassination cross
That can not heal a bite
From snakes
Rendering most orphans
And childless
Yet, we tried God heal
Putting the good one
On a spot for their misdemeanours
His ways are perfect and
Without blemish
Save our soul
A minor headache
Being treated as malaria
Stomach ache
Being treated as an ulcer
Save our soul
The practitioner is not around
While the midwives
Are watching films
Yet a patient is dazzling
In the mystery of safety
Please save our soul
All accident victims
Shall be attended to
While their blood-suckling gut
Needs more blood for sacrifice
They require a police report
From a dying victim
Save our soul
Who have we sinned
To have treated us this badly
Those that should make us healthy
Migrate abroad for pasture
While the assassins are left
To prey on us
Save our soul
No one to report to
They are bones within our neck
No official makes any patronage
For them to know our plights
Yet law is not dead
And the rule of law is not in a coma
We need a saviour
Lest we are back to the Abikun's era.
©?Olorunleke Olorode
there's protest in my praying
a defiance that keeps playing
I raise objections when I talk to Father God
about the dissatisfaction within my heart
I remonstrate I demonstrate
I tell God how I feel
I speak from places of pain
that I need Him to heal
I protest about my circumstances
and my situation
I challenged Him to perform
a godly reformation
there's protests in my praying
and like Moses was, I'm unsure
that what God desires from me
I don't know if I can speak for
I remonstrate, I demonstrate
I tell God how I feel
I speak from places of pain
that I need Him to heal
I protest about my circumstances
and my situation
I challenge Him to perform
a godly reformation
I need God to respond to my words, my needs
and my desires
I need Him to put into place
that which will have me inspired
so that I can become the best me
that I can possibly be
for God to mold me, to enfold me
and recreate my destiny
and like Hannah who fiercely desired a son
she prayed in protest until the deed was done
I remonstrate I demonstrate
I tell God how I feel
I speak from places of pain
that I need Him to heal
I protest about my circumstances
and my situation
I challenge Him to perform
a godly reformation
and like those two midwives who refused
to kill little boys
they prayed in protest until
God's might was deployed
I remonstrate, I demonstrate
I tell God how I feel
I speak from places of pain
That I need Him to heal
.
I raised objections when I talked to God
and He addressed the dissatisfaction
that was in my heart
I no longer remonstrate
I no longer demonstrate
God now knows how I feel
He's taken away my pain
and me He's now healed
No more protests about my circumstances
nor my situation
for God has performed on me
a Godly reformation
God responded to my words, my needs
my wants and my desires
He's molded me and enfolded me
and in true faith, I'm now inspired