I wish I could turn back the hands of time, maybe I could stop Father Adam from taking the fruit, seductively handed to him by his trusted wife, Eve

That was the first doom that existed in the human race, they were once the landlord and landlady of the glorious and beautiful garden of Eden

Satan twisted their minds, played on their intelligence and had a successful report to take home, even though, he was cursed by God

Adam and Eve were endlessly chased out of the garden of Eden


Chased out, from the land where peace, prosperity and everlasting provision were the order of the day

To bridge the gap between God and Man, God installed Jesus into the human system, to serve as a spiritual antivirus, to cleanse and save us from the land that had long been polluted by our forefathers

Part of the world eventually raised a cup to the arrival of the prince of peace


He came to save, not to exploit men of their substances

Tell me, what do we see today?

We see a land that is sick

A land, where love is struggling to strive

A land, where we have messengers of devils dressed like angels

 A land, where selfishness has become the order of the day

A land, where it is no longer about saving the world, it is now about feeding our bellies with excesses and feeding our purse with gold

A land, where it is no longer about ministry, it is purely business

A land where servants of God happily fly on jets and their members happily trek home in the sun


A land where we have a statement that goes thus;

All that matters is just me, I don't care, if you are happy or sad

A land where the message of Christ is no longer on the lips of men


A land where the future of men is solely judged with the present situation


A land where the wicked fly home peacefully with their shoulders up, without the fear of being arrested

A land where deliverance and salvation are no longer free


A land, where much is spent on "BEAUTY and nothing or less is spent on "CHARACTER"


The land is sick, it has been heavily polluted

A land, where the true relationship can not survive without money


A land, where it does not matter how you get the money, it is about having the money


A land, where the memory of men fades away...

A land, where a son will be watching his father dying on a sickbed, and will still be thinking of quicker means to get rid of him so that he can inherit his properties


A land, where the same person that caused tears to run down your cheeks, will still be the one to offer a handkerchief to wipe off your tears


So, where can we go, when the land is sick?

We ran to the church, hoping it could be a rescue for our land that is sick


On getting to the church, we found it hard to believe what we saw with our very eyes


We thought we could smile home from the church we knew, sad to say, we went home crying and broken with what we captured with our eyes

A land, where men are daily being slaughtered like chickens and nothing could really be done about it


A land, where a man suddenly forget the truth, just at the sight of a man with the money


A land, where our cultural values are being soiled and gradually being replaced with white man's culture

A land, where men of God are scared of speaking the truth


They never can tell, what will happen in the next minute, they do not want to be killed or slaughtered like chickens or having their hearts ripped off from their chests, leaving their families behind to struggle for survival


A land, where the sure entry to the top, is bribery and corruption

The land is helplessly sick

A land, where darkness is threatening our existence, even though we are sons and daughters of the light


A land, where men will be highly celebrated and appreciated on their burial ceremonies

A land where criminals work freely on the streets and the safety of the innocents are not guaranteed

It all happened in the night, the rain was heavily falling, I was running for safety


I managed to reach Michael's door, I began to deliver a heavy resounding knock to his window, hoping he could open the door


After I knocked consistently, he opened one side of the window and said oh boy, I can't open the door for you...

I stood there, looking helplessly at him...

Ok friend, can you please pass me your umbrella? He hissed and closed the window


I couldn't see it properly, cos it all happened at night...

There I sat on the floor and surrendered my tired body to the heavy pour of the rain, it rained for a solid 4 hours

Where are we heading to?

The land is sick and needs deliverance


Then, who can deliver us?

It is only God

Men are called to become a priest, not a pest


Men are called to be a blessing, not a burden


Men are called to be an addition, not a subtraction

It's a good thing that we are still standing on the earth ...

One day, It could be a bad debt that will not be recovered


One day, our character will either mouse us to heaven or land us into hell


Death would have been defeated...

By then, it will be too late, to undo the mistake, to complete the uncompleted, to forgive the unforgivable

By then, it will be too late to right our wrongs


By that time, tears would lose its meaning to the everlasting power of hell

Prayer won't do again...

It will all be moaning and yearning in pain to the power of the burning hell


It will be more than a memory...


Your beautiful skin with a selfless stinking character won't be able to help you, under the everlasting governance of a burning hell

The other side of the savior is more than what the world could contain...

The memory of the sermon you termed "old fashion" will flash through your mind...

The good news is;

If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.


There will no longer be an excuse

Then you will realize, there is more to life than MONEY OR FAME

Then, you will realize, there is life to be spent in hell or heaven

Then, you will realize a righteous character is the only entry to the heavenly gate

Then you will realize sermons are not make up stories or fictions

Then there will not be a second chance


You won't be able to call a friend or seek help from the audience

It will be "O.Y.O", "on your own

I will carry mine and you will carry yours

Then you will understand the true meaning of this statement"Vanity upon Vanity"


Hey pretty sexy slay mama, you can continue to make men fall through your tempting figure, men that are struggling to maintain their spiritual balance

Well done, your certificate has been issued by the devil, congratulations, you graduated with first-class, in unethical and immoral practices

Well done, the smartest and finest man ever liveth

You think, you are sharp and rocking the world

You are a perfect representation of the devil

For your purse to be full, men have to cry

That is purely heartlessness

The land is sick...

The land can only be saved by actions

Our actions to walk to the throne and plead for mercy and forgiveness

The land is green, men turned it grey

It can be green for all if we can turn from our wicked ways

If we stop working on ourselves to be righteous, on every single day...

I fear it, the world would become a kingdom of monsters deceitfully covered with fine faces

I hope this message sinks well into your mind?

Together our stars can be sparkling on the surface of the sky if we can mouse on with love and righteousness

Stop being boorish

Our sick land can be made heal...

Together, we can right our wrongs

Together we can make a better nation

The old is running out like a drained battery and the youths are trooping in

The future of this great country belongs to the youths

Let's unplug ourselves from the socket of unrighteous practices...


Let us heal our sick land by a daily dose of selflessness


It is better to be punished like a slave for living right than to be celebrated like a king for doing wrong


I love you