They were an unfortunate existence,
These spaces between each finger,
The curves of their edges
That barely could catch anything.
And how poetic
That freedom slipped through my fingers.
The heavy air brushing
The tips of  jagged digits.
Each slender jointed part
Had stood idly by as thumbs twiddled
Time had slipped by as noisily
As each tick of the second hand
Slowly time flew past
Slowly things spiraled out of hand
I had it all in the palm of my hands once
But no more, now they are defeated
Stretched out in front of me.
The stance of a beggar’s prayer.
Pleading to receive.
Right pinky, left pinky joined.
The arch a throbbing ache
Hands curved into cups
that would hold but little water.

Mixed-up mixing

My preparations to bathe every morning include mounting a big iron bucket filled with water on the gas cooker. I would then engage in other activities while waiting for ‘my water to boil’. It has to be very hot so that I can mix it with another bucket of cold water. I end up with two buckets of warm water , one for me ,one for my roommate.
(Don’t ask me why I go through all that trouble when hot water runs in our bathroom, it’s a long story). But I would be happy to tell you why my method  of getting bathing water is important to you. Yes , YOU!!!!
So remember what I said about mixing the hot water and cold water ? Yea, that part. Ever heard about Revelations 3:15?
“I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot. I could wish you were cold or hot”.
We know this part right ? Our God is a consuming fire , His children should be burning with the fire of the Holy Ghost. If God were Goldilocks the porridge that was too hot would be his preference , He wouldn’t even touch the cold porridge and he would spit out the warm porridge .
Revelation 3:16.
“So then, because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will vomit you out of My mouth.”

Some people weren’t always lukewarm. Some backsliders used to be at the forefront of the battle field.
But how does a tongue-speaking ,demon-casting, fire-breathing, sincerely-worshipping Christian go from hot to tepid ? One word ‘Dilution’ . The thing is if the devil can’t pollute you he will try to dilute you. In small bits at a time. Again and again. Exchanging the truth for lies (Rom 1:25).Until you realise how far you have gone from the truth but have no idea how you got there.
So determine today to reject every lie that comes your way even if it’s sprinkled with some bit of truth.

The not-so-speechy comeback speech

It has been a wonderful summer …but all good things, as they say, must come to an end. And such a bitter-sweet end it is. There’s excitement and anticipation for the new academic year, and yet a part that refuses to let go of the freedom to choose goals for each day without interruption from a planned out one way learning front. Oh the horror!!

But all in all it hasn’t only been a summer break (as you might have noticed) but a blog break too. It has been a time of learning and unlearning, molding and remolding and so on. I wouldn’t say that it’s a new Ife but it may be, just maybe, an Ife that is aspiring-to-be-different.

That being said. Welcome once again to Ife’s Song

Watch Out



Wounded in War

There was blood, actual blood
The trail followed behind her
And she got weaker with every drop
Yet she hurried to line up at the roll call
Shoulders square, head held as high
As every member of her platoon
She had learnt over time
That they were best covered up

These battle wounds she bore
There had been many visits to the army clinic
Many talks with the Physician
About the wounds of her comrades, never hers
So how could He help her?
When she withdrew each time
His hand reached out to help, to heal
Her own strength would see her through

She was mindful of her weakness
So she trained twice as hard.
Train, train, train, she will be stronger
Training would make her stronger
She tried not to think about the mission
And how she could not remember its purpose
Actually she remembered it
They chanted it every day at the morning drill
She remembered well, she just didn’t know
If she could do it anymore, alas her faith was lost
The world must not know, lest they judge

Her wounds were more than skin deep
She had been spent time and time again
For the sake of her mission and had found no time
To be renewed, refreshed, reminded.
Choosing to press on instead
On a strength that did not exist.
So one more time off to battle they marched
And one more time victory was theirs
But our soldier, she we lost.

The Questions you ask…

You  ask me why I believe in a God I don’t see
I ask you why you don’t
So powerful that He is every where
Knows everything and hears every sound
If you could see Him ,touch Him
Would you be sitting in His lap or turning your back ?
If you could see the way that He is everywhere
Where would you run to ?

You ask me if God is Black or White or Brown
If He is feminist or sexist
I ask you why you don’t believe
that He created them all
Why His love for mankind has to be prejudiced.
Has hating people different in race, gender or opinion
Really brought you closer
To getting rid of the bitterness you carry?

You ask me does God hate gay people?
Does He hate sex?
I ask you why a Doctor would hate His patient
Does a father hate his children?
Would an inventor hate his invention
because it was misused and abused?
Would He hate the people
Who disregard His manual?

You ask me did God really say that ?
I ask you why you don’t believe
that every part of the bible is to be obeyed
Just because you can twist parts
of it to suit your will
doesn’t make it any less of God’s word.

You ask me why Christians are so narrow minded
I ask you if there really is a picture bigger than God .


These words…

I hear them everyday, these words.
To obey better. Positive words.
Words that tell me what to do,
What to think. What to say.
Anything contrary is unacceptable
Words that cage

I hear them everyday, these words
To be better. Positive words.
Words that make me want to change.
That float around in my head.
That tell me it will never be good enough.
Words that belittle

I hear them everyday, these words
To pretend better. Positive words.
Words that make me burn inside .
That sound a lot like the log in your eye
And nothing like the speck in mine.
Words of a hypocrite

I hear them everyday, these words.
To listen better. Positive words.
Words that tickle my ears
As I stare off at empty space.
Words I courteously tolerate
Words that are meaningless

I hear them everyday, these words
To do better. Positive words.
Make you life richer. Make it simple.
Keep busy. Have fun. Be unique. Try to fit in
Master your fake smile. Do it all.
Words that overwhelm

I hear them everyday, these words
To lie better. Positive words.
I love you .Am sorry. Am happy for you.
I miss you. Listen to me.
I want your opinion about …
Words that suffocate

I hear them everyday, these words
To speak better. Positive words.
I say them sometimes, actions hardly follow
Words. Letters. Whispers. Sounds. Secrets
I hear them everyday, I wish I didn’t
Never ending echo


I am

I am she who rose from the

Dust that was made from dust

I am she who came from he

He is one from me

Same spirit , different bodies

I am she who birthed transgression

The mother of a murderer

The very first

I am she that was deceived

Worldly wisdom, lies, sin.

But still, I am loyalty

Even to a strange land

Your people, my people

Your God , my God

I go where you go

I am strength

Judging with a meek heart

Leading a man to lead his army

Victory is the Lord’s

I am purity

The world needed a Saviour

I birthed righteousness

I watched Him die

He is Risen!

Yet I have been called

Victim ,Weakness, Manipulator,

‘the other woman’, Rebellion

Punching bag, Kitchen slave

That’s not me

I am wisdom , I am mother

I am purity , I am wife

I am strength , I am friend

I am precious , I am daughter

I am love, I am sister

I am faithfulness , I am worker

I am God’s signature, I am me

I am woman.