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1, Towards that rugged cross I daily crawl Sometimes with half dose of fears Sometimes with a bucket full of tears I persevere even though I am not alone With faith I climb that height of stone To see those long nails in his palms And the show of anguish in his eyes To behold that crown of thorns of his head To see that blood flowing to the ground Into his flesh those sharp irons went He shouted and screamed for the pains he felt At Calvary, there he bore all the pain There he washed all my sins away There he paid all without remains And yet he loves me more He called me a friend rather than a foe Unto that flesh wrought with intense pain I touched The body of Christ laid for my salvation Restitution made for my redemption And all he asked is, I believe in faith through his grace 2. Towards that altar where my life was purchased I walk out of that dirty spot; away from those evil slots To where he took my heavy cross of sins At Go

Tribute to Nigerians Who lived to fight But died at bullets sight For justice, for equity For change, for betterment Tribute to Nigerians Whose smiles suffer them And their cries are never heard Who suffers for daily bread While deep inside, they bleed Tribute to Nigerians Who wake up early to sleep late Hawking for bread, hustling in stress Working, but worked out Striving, but starved to death Tribute to Nigerians Who did not place religion above man But place man above religion Who are their brother’s keeper Who honours the difference in others Tribute to Nigerians Whose friends betrayed and colleagues dismayed In prisons and cell blocks for no offense Praying yet; yet prayed for their foes Men of valour, buried without honour Tribute to Nigerians Who saw political fraudsters and liars And were brave enough to stand their feet Not corrupt by lies, not swayed by bribes Who in t

I was there when Oludumare Sent Obatala on a journey to this planet I heard those echoes of words spoken And moved with the words of creation Obatala , dressed in supreme white Moulded and Oludumare blessed with breath My ancestors lived, but I existed I was a sparkle in the sword of Ogun The god of all metals All metals obeyed him with annealing fear And my ancestor worshipped in despair I was fire in the mouth of Sango , The god of thunder strike At the Alaafin , I watched as eyes sparked and flickered And Sango in an unfair mountain fury   Smote his antagonist I watched as god turned to mortal, Oba Koso. I was the distinct beauty of Oya god of rebirth; who in annoyance Turned the clayey land to a river Niger And Osun ; heart-broken dissolved to rivers of waters To heal, to revive and give woman, children Yemoja in blazing boastfulness Proved to be mother of waters Nurtured the best of waters fo