ODE: "MOROWORE: I SEE YOUR HAND (GOD)" BY AJAKAYE STRIDA AND PACIOLO PEN SAINT

If not purely easy, the road has been steady,

the magic of marrying flesh and spirit,

breaking barriers even as a certified lone wolf,

my life is admirable as water,

even after the quakes of challenges.

Baba Morowore...

I'm a soul that has risen in characters,

Deaf silence about you.

Despite my misery - my forlorn state,

You still give me the gifts of life.

You keep illnesses & death at arm's length from me.

BABA MOROWORE...

Reasons to appreciate You are confidently countless,

my racing ambitions aren't swallowed

by the shocking shakes of the environment,

I am cool as new child everyday,

because you renew my soul to aspire after every click.

Baba Morowore ninu aye mi!

I'm rich by you,

Dressed in robes, 

Embellished with etiquette.

Filled with hope & values,

Yet 

I've tried to compete with your glory,

On the highest mountain which you placed me.

I do not submit, nor do I yield,

But with the hiddenness of your kindness,

You ward off those trespasses before me.

BABA MOROWORE

I have come with my pool of ink,

to parade Your contributions to my dream,

You draw me higher with Your sacred ladder,

fused in my soul.

Protecting me with Your spirited spear 

keeps me amazed as daisies beneath sun.

Feeding me with secrets to road my ideas,

I feel extremely delighted

to partake in building balance into others.

Why I no go praise you?

Baba Morowore ninu aye mi!

I've the compass of doubt to measure 

The angles of men's attitudes ere me,

And the ruler of suspicions to measure

The dimensions of their words.

I've what's enough to shield myself

From their arrows, a flapping Angel's wings.

But I do not have that to measure

The angles of your visible and invisible blessings,

Nor the dimensions of your uncountable

And countable mercies.

BABA MOROWORE

Who else should be worshipped?

If not You who used the cloud, 

as an handkerchief;

so that the heavenly bodies would not dead-clap me.

My life breathes in Your palms,

sleeping is approximately death

but You jail Mathematical formulas that I see dawn again.

I enjoy Your properties Baba oh!

Pardoning me rain when I am hot,

using Your mercy to scold me selflessly.

Baba Morowore ninu aye mi!

To you belong the sovereignty 

The grandeur 

The greatness

The supreme 

The great authority 

The consumption of your glory is a pure flesh no mixture 

BABA MOROWORE

© RASHIDAT OLAMIDAYO AJAKAYE

STRIDA... guiding you to striking confidence in academic and creative writing!

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Paciolo Pen Saint

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