TO NBGO EKUN ALADURA
(HE WHO LISTENS TO THE CRIES OF THE PRAYERFUL)

The people gather.
Knees licking the concrete slabs,
Dust clinging to the lips.
Heart sore from travails passed through.
Hands clasped with lips moving in rapid movement.

From afar have they come.
Empty lies their joy's drums.
The future stares at them with indifferent glum.
On the hospital bed laid their wailing mum.
Their home lies east of the city in a slum.

Fill them lord.
Tired have they become, from doing it alone
Frustrated have they become from trusting all peoples around.
From pouring libations of palm oil upon statues that could not raise a finger
From placing their hopes on covenants that took more than they gave.

Fill them lord.
Pour upon them the oil of gladness.
Soak them with a continuous rainfall of Your loving kindness.
Push them far above the clouds.
Till they reach that place.

That place of rest from all battles.
That place of peace from future worries.
That land flowing with milk and honey.
Take them there o lord.
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