Help Us to love your Word
more than our Phones.
And if we won’t,
Let the charger get spoilt.
If Glo makes us use our tithe
to do one month subscription,
let all their mast go to sleep.
We pray that PHCN will
more than ever,
so that we will go to your house.
Help us to learn to pray,
even when we travel to UK
in our dreams
And not only when
the village people are at work.
Give every Landlord sense,
to teach their tenants to be landlords too.
Let every song
the political choristers in Abuja sing
become cacophonous to your ear.
And help us to love
our president like we love Telemundo and Bet9ja.
Curse every looter
to die in the Pilgrimage of shooters.
Teach us to trust tomorrow,
and not just the today in our mouths.
Let our fathers receive sense to
lead their families responsibly
and let our mothers know how to
cook good meals, care for their husbands
and grow in strength
and not be ordinary
Teach the young ones in love
that it is a borderless road.
Dear Lord, help our universities
to buy new books into our libraries.
Let us know even quickly, the difference
between education, a degree and common sense.
Let it be known that,
secrets are time-bombs,
trusts too are deceptive pills,
Staying in-between is a charade more so…
All this we ask through
all this we ask.
“ALL THIS WE ASK”
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