Leading Lines

We now have an end,
Or what seems like it,
Why do we delay,
And not go for it?

The streets are made of perspectives,
lines that give meaning and direction,
Paths that grow lean at the end;
Always walk along its line.

Is it the shadow cast,
Or the design brutality?
Why do we dilly-dally,
Or not move along?

That leading line,
An enigma for our introspection
An iconic reminder for our retrograde minds,
Saying, move along! Move along!

Yet we stay and wait,
For what seems like eternity,
At fates crossroad,
Hoping for immortality.

Edited by A. Egesie 



Look at that fellow,
That man standing like an ‘Iroko’,
Feet rooted on the ground below,
Muscular body in awe by most,
A front for you to see.

I saw him days ago,
Next to his wife he’s a Lego,
Henpecked like a baby,
You see! your crush is little girl,
or a figurine for me,
or a coward to his wife.



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As a child, mum never speared the rod on me. She beat me black and blue, I never got no slack. I was very stubborn and flogging is the African way of re-born.

Mum never meant ill, only wanted good values instilled and the rod seemed like it did it…but no! just tears of pain not change. I thank her though because I needed to know it is wrong; that, it achieved very strong. However, knowing doesn’t guarantee seizing, I was still repeating.

I remember stealing change from her purse, the rod never changed me. I remember been so gullible, only the Bible could have remodeled me. The sex I almost had in the corner, the rod had nothing to do with me not hitting the border, in fact I was still flogged , and for years I wondered why I was scolded. All the bad things I did as a little lad the rod never changed me. I guess the rod wasn’t knowledge enough for me.

You know what did change me? WORDS!!! simple alphabets, arranged constructively it is called advice, it gives sense. I shed sincere tears listening to those words, It made me think for hours. At first I hated it because there is no denying it. It is the truth and it had to be told.

“Spare the rod and spoil the child” 

Yes!! I am forever on that notion but it wouldn’t be my first option because words were the better rod for me. The rod only made me wiser, still did it behind her.

Hope you know what I mean when I say ‘words’, the Bible is the Ultimate Word. Instill the Fear of God in them, let them be aware of the Word first. Only then should you have the guts to flog. After all;

“All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness” – 2 Timothy 3:16 

So the Word of God is as much a rod as the literal rod.