• afolabi_pleni 5w

    My formative years only had me
    Get on being religious
    I was at the nucleus of the juvenile assembly
    Not just for the eye but in my quest
    To have the hand of God
    Locate me in my busy search for Him
    Years wrapped up like the yarns of adirè
    But in my search for God
    I missed the crux of my search and plunged into an abyss
    Now I've wandered far from the search like a lost sheep
    Seeking fresh fodder in the Sahara
    The God I seek is nowhere near me as I wander
    In the creeks of life throes...