Humanly Speaking

We hate them
Who love us not
Is it our fault?

We love them
Who hate us not
That’s  what we are taught

We try to love them
Who love us not
Now look where it has got

They think we are stupid
And take us for granted
They are hunters, we the hunted

They have a huge ego
Like that little frog of the river
But it’s stomach did burst, for ever
You remember?

So humanly speaking
I have been thinking

What if love was superficial
Like it  sprung not from the supernatural
Wouldn’t it be diabolical?

What then do we say of love




The greatest minds of every age
Have viewed love as our greatest experience
Opening our minds to infinite intelligence

It is the outward expression
Of spiritual growth so to mention
It makes all the world to rejoice
For it brings all humanity in harmony

It purges out jealousy
Envy, selfishness and/ or greed
It is the mother of art
And Inspirer of a poet like I

It is the light
Upon life dark cloud
Love is the transfiguration
It enables, purifies and glorifies

What can I say of love
Except to admit is from above
A kind we should all have

Love is from God
And God….is Love

(By me, The God Centered Poet and Of course..The Whum Hero)

About the Author

Wisdom Henry Magomero Uledi Studied Law at Staff Development Institute in Blantyre, Malawi. He is now The Publicity Secretary For The Church of Central Africa Presbyterian Youth Urban Ministry (CCAPYUM) resident in Malawi’s Capital, Lilongwe. The Spoken Word Poet is sobriqueted as “The God Centered Poet” For His recitals do the linking of souls by bringing them to Christ,in heavens wing..


A heart of worship

I see holy hands,
Numerous as the seashore sand,
Responding to a worship band,
Yet expecting miracles from a magic wand,

Desperate voices scream for fame,
All muttering Jesus name,
Gambling with Christ as if in a game,
Making the church so lame,

Ecclesia stooped so low,
Obstructing the spirit’s flow,
Cringing at the sight of the Devil’s blow,
Licking wounds inflicted by the Accuser’s arrow,


As the strings and the trumpets peep,
Thousands weep,
Like Jonah in a fishy Jeep,
But their spirit is in a deep sleep,

Sunday is a day for the Halleluyah song,
Danced all week to the Devil’s gong,
Tossed and oppressed like a ping pong,
In need of a coal from heaven’s tong,

Beautiful to the eyes,
Like a stack of cherry pies,
Rotten on the inside with lies,
A meal fit for a swarm of flies,

Worship is not singing with strife,
After fighting with your wife,
Threatening to stab her with a knife,
Worship is living a holy life,

Not the swaying of hip,
Not the mumblings of the lip,
Not the hopping of men chased by Masquerade’s whip,
But honoring God’s love with a heart of true worship.

© 2015 by OSHO SAMUEL Adetunji

About the Author

Osho Samuel Adetunji is a graduate of Mechanical Engineering from Nigeria’s premier University, University of Ibadan. He is a poet, a blogger, a Public Speaker, an on air personality with a knack for short stories, inspirational articles and poems. He is a great thinker, creative and dexterous young man who does not only believe in excellence but also extols the tenets of discipline, hard work and effectiveness. He is an award-winning individual who is multifaceted and consistently measures success by effective impact.

He is a writer per excellence with articles published on VAVANE AFRICA, THE SCOOPNG, KONNECT AFRICA, Paarapo and Home zone media. He co-founded THE COURTROOM in 2012 with Tijani Mayowa. He is the founder of KREATIVE DIADEM, a new initiative which kicked off on March 1, 2015.
You can follow him on Twitter with the handle: @inisamosho.

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