Ayo Obi

The ground is dry It's surface covered in dust This definitely must be a drought Why is the sun so hot Not what I want Who makes a channel for the torrents of rain? Who makes rain fall on dry ground? Who sends rain to satisfy the parched ground  And make the withered plants spring up? Does the rain have a father? Who gives birth to the dews? Can you shout to the clouds And make it rain? Ask the Lord for rain in the spring  He makes the storm clouds And He will send showers of rain so every field becomes a lush pasture. You drenched the plowed ground with rain Melting the clods and leveling the ridges You soften the earth with showers  And bless its abundant crops. I lift my hands to you in prayer Lord I thirst for you as parched land thirsts for rain When the king smiles, there is life His favor refreshes like a spring rain When clouds are heavy The rains come do

We are losing what it means to be civilized  We are losing respect for lives other than our own We are in trouble  And only a deep collective reckoning can bring us back from the brink Everybody wants a leader, a savior, a solution  But there isn’t one It’s not one thing-it’s everything Every day acts of goodwill and consciousness are what’s needed to restore our collective broken soul Daily we are saturated in negativity  But it takes only one candle to light a whole room of darkness  People think, oh, I have no power to change the world But we are the world, through our families, our work, our communities  And how you treat everyone in your world has an impact on the microcosm Don’t underestimate your power. Hate is potent, but so is kindness  And goodness, and grace  Use yours generously  Let’s be more discerning about what’s really happening to our country Get woke to how you can be an agent for change -Ayo Obi #obismiles #thou

The images below was taken on Good Friday,  2019.

What strikes our innocence as we grow The society or our dogmatic refusal to change? Curiosity has killed our cats Viciously leaving their carcasses to our foes  Seen a lot of maze stuck fellows Running the cycle of hates and hallows Buried in the dug of insecurities  Thinking everyone is their enemy  Selfishness to self incurred  Damaging the very core of their existence  Culture leaving them ravaged in poverty Abuse never leave their polity  Greed soliciting their deprived minds So many never bother to fight back Accepting the hospitality of an enemy  Sleeping with a stranger -Ayo Obi  #society #obismiles

You steal from your future by the negligence of today Priding yourself with your ill-gotten wealth Deluded by the composite companionship with fools Who bewitched you? Greed or pride? Why are you foolish? Who says hard work brings no gain? Or labor doesn’t produce fruits? The lazy look for quick fixes Thinking tomorrow is a decade away  And the day after a century  Make hay while the time is right -Ayo Obi #obismiles #Prejudice #poetry #lagos