WHO PAYS THE POOR LENDS HIS MAKER

In humble dwellings where poverty weaves, Where hope and despair dance like fallen leaves, A tale emerges, ancient and profound, "He who pays the poor lends his maker," it resounds.

In this world of shadows, where darkness prevails, Comes a truth whispered through the weary trails. For the generous soul who extends a hand, Becomes a bridge, where blessings freely expand.

With tender heart, kindness becomes a decree, A symphony of grace, played eternally. He who pays the poor, with compassion and care, Finds solace in knowing, his Maker is there.

In the depths of despair, where tears often flow, A touch of kindness can help hearts to grow. The giver and the receiver, entwined as one, For love's currency transcends what can be won.

Through impoverished streets, where suffering resides, A beacon of hope within one's heart presides. For the one who shares, in their soul they see, A reflection of the Divine's generosity.

In lending a hand, the spirit awakes, Embracing the needy, their burdens it takes. For each act of kindness, a bond is made, Between mortal and Maker, a debt gently repaid.

So let us remember, in life's fleeting hours, To uplift the downtrodden, like blooming flowers. For in paying the poor, love's circle extends, Uniting hearts, and finding peace that transcends.

"He who pays the poor lends his Maker," we find, A truth that reverberates in heart and mind. May our lives be a testament to this creed, Spreading love, fulfilling our purpose indeed.

 GOD I NEED A HUG

In the depths of my soul, a longing resides, A yearning for solace that abides, With weary steps, I wander the streets, Seeking comfort in faces I chance to meet.

But God, I need a hug, a tender embrace, To feel Your presence, Your soothing grace, For in the alleys of my troubled mind, The battles within are harsh and unkind.

They are different, those who walk the streets, From the voices that haunt where darkness meets, Invisible struggles that none can see, Yet they consume and devour the essence of me.

I seek a respite from this relentless war, A touch, a connection that will heal my core, For the world outside can't fathom the pain, That engulfs my spirit like a relentless rain.

Oh, God, I need a hug, a divine embrace, To feel Your arms enfold me in sacred space, To find solace in knowing I'm not alone, That You see the battles my heart has known.

In the whispers of the wind, may Your love be heard, Softly reminding me with each gentle word, That though they are different, both heart and street, Your embrace extends to all who seek.

So, let Your love encompass my weary soul, Let it mend the fragments that feel less whole, For in the union of heart and street, we find, Your divine embrace, the solace we've pined.

God, I need a hug, a touch divine, To heal the wounds that time can't align, In Your loving arms, let me find my place, And be wrapped in the warmth of Your embrace.

Heels on fire

 

Friendly winds 

Of many seasons

Blowing in tune 

With the passing times.

Begone by yourself

And raise the dust,

My head is buried

Am yet undone

For these are times

For men with wits.

The boys must wait,

Whose flighty heels

Won’t just stay put,

For a matching age

Of glorious tunes

To come in time. 

Flightless birds

Feed on fallen fruits,

Flighty ones will chip away

And feed on the tree,

You never learned to walk

And yet you now must run.

They learn to fall

When they learn to walk,

For few indeed 

Are those who did otherwise.

Lose your step,

You can manage your fall

For the fall of this sort

Is a new beginning,

But anything short

Will be a crash indeed.

Begone by yourself;

My time is yet due,

For my base is shaky 

And I, still a youth.

- Bempillar Awuapila

Echoes of the Drumbeat

 

We heard all ourselves

We need not be told,

The reminder is good

But would have been better 

If the good deeds lasted

You can savour them yourself

There is little left behind

Of little things meant for us

With good intentions they lasted

And like echoes of a drumbeat

Lasting longer and stronger;

We feel the beat our hearts are warmed 

Moments we’ll rather savour

Sounds now made 

But gone with the wind

And soon forgotten

But like the beautiful sound 

Of a drumbeat, the echo remains;

You need not trump

For good deeds speak for themselves.

- Bempillar Awuapila

Good People, Great Nation

 

Painted in colours undesirable, 

Portrayed in lights unforeseen 

Of characters in a crime novel

And scenes in horror movies;

Things long laid aside

Still sung about for many

That all there is within 

Is all but dubious.

Like a bird 

Caught in a giant web

And yet refusing to panic,

A people faced with questions 

And much to prove

Would strive like the bees

Never quitting their hive 

In the face of smoke and fire.

Moments abound;

The choices we make

And the things we do

Like smart mosquitoes

Dodging way from clapping hands

And dinning where they will.

Hearts pure and stained abound

All generations and nations

Would testify

Of lurking evil and falsehood

We all are guilty.

But like a spider on a trying day

We will keep climbing

Till our web is spun.

We can be better if we try,

There is nothing to prove

For guilty heads will always sneak a look

In fear of what comes next.

Nigeria!

Good People, Great Nation

Fast rising with the times;

Good to say, good to sing

Can we live it?

Yes we can, if we try;

Yes, Only if we try.

- Bempillar Awuapila

The Grand Chorus: Worlds apart

 

Tales fill the air

Of a wonderful bird,

Who would sing the world 

To sleep at night;

The strong and the mighty 

Would stop to dance

And all the world’s worries

Are laid aside.

Like a piece of rare gem 

Well sought after 

By Princes and Kings,

For that colourful bounce

So fair and rare;

A thing, men will kill for

And others ridden 

For a chance to be the boss.

Your nightly calls 

Would reach all ears,

The young and the old

Would feel the mood,

The strong and the mighty 

Will pause to listen

As the rich and poor 

Who were once worlds apart

Now dine together

In warm embrace.

On the chair’s edge

They’ll sit and cheer,

The song that goes on 

In the hearts of men,

Bridging the worlds once apart,

Bringing all hearts as one

Who now wait for that moment.

Teasing and laughing

As the tension may rise,

Forgetting all worries and malice;

The moment when all hearts

In unison would jump

And the entire globe would vibrate

At the grand chorus ‘A GOAL’.

- Bempillar Awuapila

Good men lie to be good

 

The truth hurts 

But good men are too good,

For peace’s sake 

A lie is told

Like the stars in the skies

Never betraying the moon;

Good men lie 

That all hearts may be warm

And all faces smile.

Attempting the impossible:

Taking all hurts 

And living in wants, 

Giving all there is

Even when its the last,

Smiling like the Bible says

Never minding their cares;

That more can be given to others

Yet never waiting 

To receive that smile

That says Thank You.

- Bempillar Awuapila