Knowing who is God, is the solution to all challenges.
By Lechi Eke
Who is God?
Hell is naked before Him;
Destruction has no covering in His Presence;
He’s Creator, Maker of all things, and
Upholder of all things!
Who is God?
He created the leviathan and knows
How to approach him!
He is the I AM,
The AMEN, the Beginning and the End; the
Rock of Ages and Ancient of Days!
Who is God?
He is excellent in power;
And in Judgment and,
In plenty justice, and,
He will not oppress.
Who is God?
He gives peace when you
Acquaint yourself with Him and,
Receive the Word from His mouth, and,
Lay them on your heart;
He shall be your Defence, and,
You shall be prosperous.
You shall decree a thing and it shall also be established;
When men say,
There’s a casting down,
You say, there’s a lifting!
Who is God?
Love. He withdraws not His eyes from the righteous!
He makes alive the dead and calls things that are not as though they are.
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Reflection
I know not who they are,
Powerful men that rule the world;
They fix the price of dollar and
Say where the Yen ought to be;
Demand the Naira should come down –
And pick our president.
That he’s clueless matters
Not to them, but Africa should remain down.
He’s the best candidate that fawns and flutters;
Our wealth and riches they steal and siphon –
Showing our leaders, “Buy houses there and towers there;
“Close down Harrods and shop on Champs Elysees,
“Dominate NYC 5th Avenue, and own Villagio, Doha Qatar
And buy houses global” they won’t live in,
And leave Africa perpetually poor.
Need is a leveller
The appointment was for eight,
And she arrived but late.
Being the second time they met,
He looks for someone to pet;
Alas, she fails as a mate,
That will suit his taste!
He has of himself: a high opinion,
But she knows not her onion.
In the things of etiquette she fails,
And at shortcoming he rails,
Unsure of herself she trembles,
And being of high society he brittles,
The nascent union so is broken,
With no word at all spoken;
She returns so to her tenement
And the high lord to his regimen.
The matter stood for years
And for years, grudges she bears,
Until his mama for votes campaigns,
Frantic for favours the high lord bargains;
The unhappy poor throw pebbles –
At his mama who cares not for plebeians,
Roused, the tenement the high lord approaches,
His regimen he suppresses, clutching a rose –
And heartily, she arose, and the rose she accepts
Then, the tenement in unison arose,
And noble and plebeian unite –
And purpose is achieved!
Sweet Brown Sugar
Pleasure slays.
The sugar is sweet but
Decays the health.
He’s a man of many distractions:
‘Has a wife and two mistresses,
And children here and there!
Gratify them all, his main occupation is,
Over it, all his time he spent.
He worked so hard his health failed him;
Anxiety an’ carefulness in pieces tore him;
Destabilised him – lying and swearing!
Never in his life thought he,
Demand for sugar could exceed supply.
Painful most is the one he loved –
Never believed, never trusted him.
Useless fellow! Hypocrite! Liar! You’re a cheat!
So, his names are from mistress to missus to mistress;
And veiled contempt on visages o’ offspring shone.
When alone doing neither good nor bad,
Believe him, ah, nobody does!
Woke up one day on a hospital bed,
Siblings and wives surrounding him,
They wept and tore their hairs for him;
He saw no son or daughter or lover.
To calm them down with
Words he failed;
They wept and tore and paid ‘im no mind;
Until he saw his body covered and carried out;
Behind he left those who wept and
Tore their hairs; his body he followed out.
Poems from Lechi Eke’s Satiric Poems N other Cogitations
