Segun Ozique

Do you pray every day through pains Do you have endless stream of tears Do you travel in lone roads of dead ends Come with me to pathfinder friend of mine Do you wake with screams of freedom? Do you feel lost, raped, stripped of rights? Do you suffer the indignity of inhumanity? Come with me to one with helpful solutions Have you gone back and forth in disaffection? Pray someday soon death come take the pains Tearing yourself for fate dealing you such blow Worry no more for He has rallied in waits with aid Open your heart ready to receive His embrace, to The one called Jesus, the Christ of the Holy Trinity

Ill prepared and dazed was my mind set; confused: Genuine nonplus; short of intelligence deficiency: That she man cleverly condemned to Mann the pans and pots Her gender God bequeathed the world’s most creative wonders It was my witness to dawn; to glorious regeneration The credence, caught the flow of my blood frozen My Chi left stumped in extreme stutter: A beholding, marvel and an infinite sense of awe This feelings still, to which I have no name That scene and sensation of no analysis Took complete possession of my soul No experiences of bygone had still explained Or all engine search of knowledge not turned futile to clarify To which therefore my submission; that Conception and birth remains wisdom Unexplained: A secret solemnity of a true genie.

  Once again on offer is the key to moving forward Opportunity many times offered pushed to tilter Born of one family left to float in Moses’ basket Raised bitter among lions bursting like thunder Roaring, spitting and spiteful fire at what not Heart filled, bile and brewed with spiked spices Bitterness so red it runs like river of stupidity Smoky sea easily ignited by silly sibling rivalry Darkly world of branches not seeing eye to eye All of these and more was my lot till this new tune: So this opportunity presented in floating feather I have grabbed still aware of the nonsense of old; All the tantrum like baggage of jumble in storage All be kept in view unlike friend ostrich head buried.

Like highway robbers of pure evil virtues Like stranglers, harbingers of troubling sleep Like satanic cravings from the deep boil of hell Are paedophilic hearts in hunger for infantile. Like deepness of sadism knowing no bounds Like absinth that comes with sickening joy like lost in the anomalous of cat king of rats Are satanic bullies running loose butts to rape Like dying made precious they rape by religion Like death adorn depravedly they rape in gowns Like stripping all of humanity: they waylay victims Are among us, normal but apostles of evil, beware.

Mark .A. Gabriel’s book ‘Jesus and Muhammad,’ is a very interesting, entertaining and candid opinion of a writer with clear, clever and crafty point of view. An excellent book in religious genre; far more useful and openly probing than the plethora of religious books you find in book stores and stands meant to enlighten, indoctrinate or covet followers without much efforts, logic or convincing substance to sell their alternative religion as better choice. In the book, Mark ably invites his readers to ponder on some salient issues that makes his favoured religion stand out, comparatively portraying the other as a religion moulded in the dark ages, frozen in ice and left untendered too long to have gone out-of-sort, bland, sour and therefore uninteresting, unattractive and irrelevant to modern day free, cultured, vibrant and changing jet age world. How did the writer go about doing this; what are the issues he navigated to justify his stance? Mark presents his readers with direct...