MO NI ITAN (I Have A Tale)

I have a tale!
A tale of how God pulled up and saved me from the crazy ghetto of sin.
Into His Rolls Royce, He urged me to enter;
Not minding the jeers and taunts of people that called Him "blind and foolishly merciful"

Mo ni itan, ore mi
A tale of how God saved me from the sweet embrace of the bottle.
The labels held me in highest esteem;
Star tagged me their star customer
Legend tagged me their legendary number one.
Life promised me supplies of their best bottles for life
Origin hailed my origins and for being original.
The labels kept me in their firm embrace;
And I drank like a fish till my eyes bloated.
But God pulled up.
Hallelujah, in His convertible of mercy He came and urged me to enter despite my reeking of piss and vomit.

I have a tale!
A tale of the way God rescued me from the embrace of strange women.
They kept me in their dungeons, my friend.
With soft spoken promises of 'a good time,' they stripped me of every dime I had.
With soft spoken promises of 'a better time,' they convinced me to secure loans that threatened the future of my kids.
With their seductive poses, they enthroned themselves as my new deity.
And I worshipped.
Daily, I brought my offerings of physical strength to satisfy their cravings
Daily, I offered my emotional energies as a living sacrifice to fuel their demands.
Daily, I did their bidding with chains bound around my neck.
Like nama,
I was being led to the abattoir without my knowledge.
Until Jesus pulled up!
Into His Mistibushi pickup, He led me after paying the fee for my freedom.
Though I kicked at His head a few times, He refused to stop loving me.

Mo ni itan oo
A tale of how God helped me discard the mascara of disguise I relied on.
I was addicted to the pain, friends.
Addicted to the daily application of mascara to hide the tear streaks on my face.
Addicted to hiding the bruise life dealt on me.
Addicted on the little lines of coke my friends provided to help numb the pain.
Addicted on the noise people called songs, secretly wishing the artists would infuse life within their lyrics.
I was broken and addicted.
Until Jesus pulled up!
Into His ferrari of joy, He nudged me to enter.
Ignoring the taunts of people and driving me to the heavenly Harolds.
Oh, He went all out for me.
Giving me the credit card of His name for me to shop for all kinds of joy.
Jewelries of favour, He placed on my neck.
Fur coats of peace, He bought for me to ward off the cold of trouble.

I have an amazing tale to tell the world!
Do you?
#Bashorun
#Isaiah50:4