Evbo-Abel Ogoigbe
Love is my belief, my purpose and hopefully, my essence.
Member Since: 1 year ago
KISS
#poetry#KISS# This is all that I crave My lips on your lips Tongues in fire Flickering Burning Hell If there be more to this fire I can not now fathom Because I am melted And cemented In ecstasy With you Is this bliss that drowns me? That would not let me go? I must remain here In this state Or in state?
Songs Of My Heart
#Poetry# The Songs Of My Heart # This year my friend, everything that is good will - seek you - find you - and reside with you As the universe is so you are: - indestructible - unstoppable - unfathomable When people see you, they shall see: - beauty reflected - success blazing a trail - greatness epitomised Because the Lord's hand rests upon you: - you will rise and shine with every glorious sun - nothing can becloud your glory - your fame shall breeze to and fro distant lands From "The ...
PRAYER FOR YOU
#Poetry# Here is 2024: You shall enjoy health and wealth filled to the brim, shaked together, running over! Your testimony shall blow every mind, echoed far and nigh, your perfect gift from your perfect maker! You shall sparkle, then glow, then shine, never to be dulled again, never to be held behind the cloud, ever! You shall become a voice to be heard, a lovely song most cherished, ha, the winners' winner! Amen ( From PRAYER for you by Evbo-Abel Ogoigbe)
#poetry#FlavoursofHome# ALL-IS-GOOD We call her All-is-good, because all that she cooks is good. When mama makes egusi, that is good news. My little brother would break our outdoor games with the news. And we would run home, first to a frustrating bath, Because mama would dish only when we are clean. When mama makes the famed black soup, we call that good life. Basil, castor oil and what culinary addition we may never know. 'Makes us want to stay back home, though. Ogbono is good luck. We ...
#Poetry # Evbo-Abel Ogoigbe # Fuel Subsidy When they removed fuel subsidy Not a few were hurt, heavily Because fuel is a nut that binds several parts And now, all must fall apart The poor, most of all, weep If only tears can sweep, other than drips They should raise their arms like traffic wardens And scream: enough is enough, then! Sure, the time ahead tasks the leader's spirit As much as it bullies the masses' bellies This ought to be time to jaw-jaw Less the guns come to it's resolv...
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