The pen in my hand, fell off from my desk, at the sound of the gunshot thrown into the air

My silent purse suddenly jacked up sporadically, as a result of the unusual sound thrown around our hostel

I fell down to the ground, where I buried my head inside the feeble surface of my hands

I was down there shaking...

My hefty body fell to the ground, just like the sudden fall of a mango tree

I thought it would just be only one shot...

10 minutes after ensued the reality of their activities...

While I buried my head inside the feeble surface of my hands, I began to hear the heavy sounds of bullets

CULTISTS!...

That was the name that boldly came to my mind

Ah maybe! am doomed, what kind of school is this?

While I was there shaking, I flashed to the memory of the past...

I vividly remember how they unplugged the souls of 4 final year students, from the socket of the living

Or would I forget the memory of the day? I graciously escaped the sporadic gunshot thrown into the air, flying over my head, that went straight to a petty trader, she died instantly


Was it green or grey?


Just me, in this lonely room, deceitfully secured with a wooden door, one heavy blow on this door would expose the inside of this wood, I thought

I was there on the floor, trying to figure out, what would happen next


 I wish I could suddenly grow up some wings, that would do for my escape...


It would be easier for me to fly through the wooden window...

I was there on the floor, with my big head seeking for impossible protection, inside the feeble surface of my hands

They had their ways in our hostel for 3 solid hours


They were beasts that could not be stopped...

They were elephants that could not be tamed...

They were terrors that could not be caught or arrested...

I didn't know to do, all I could hear was screaming and wailing of innocent students

I guess they were paying the price of the sin they never committed

Maybe it could be my turn, to be slaughtered like a chicken

I crawled to every part of the room, maybe I could find a fast killing poison

I said I can't wait to be cut into pieces like a heartless criminal

I searched but couldn't find any

I repeat, I searched and couldn't find any


Mogbe, temibami🙆🏻‍♂

There I helplessly surrendered my body to the calamity that would soon befall me

I tried closing my eyes, maybe my soul could be locked up to the other side of the world

Oh, it worked like magic! I remember my mom's favorite Bible verse and I tried to recall it...

Unbelievably, I remember Psalm 23, God knows when last I had opened my Bible...

While shaking, I began to launch myself into the mystical power of Psalm 23

In the midst of bullets, tears, sweat, pain and screaming, I was busy reciting my conditional Psalm 23

It reads, the lord is my shepherd, I shall not want...

I love the part that says, even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...

Indeed, I was walking through the valley of the shadow of death...

I still sat there shaking and reciting what I conditionally believe it could save my life...


Of course, it worked for my mom, it should work for me too

So I refuse to sit here shaking like a dead pole erected around a busy road

Shaking and confessing...

It was a grey moment for all of us...

I shall fear no evil, the rod, and the staff they comfort me...

The moment I got to that verse, I felt differently, I tried looking for my fear by pausing my breathing

Lo and behold, it is nowhere to be found...

For sometimes  was in a state of mumbo jumbo, now I am in a state of serenity

I felt the touch of God, inside psalm 23...

 I tell you, untold powers are embedded inside Psalm 23

I managed to look through the window...

They are gone...

They didn't just go, they succeeded in damaging and destroying lives, some suffered some injuries and some couldn't be retained in the land of the living


Imagine, I was left untouched, unbeaten, sustained no injuries or bruises to take home to mama

Was it green or grey for me?

Was it green or grey for the rest?


Or won't I be suspected?

Of course I was but eventually released to walk home as a free man

I know of a power that can turn your grey into green

If it worked for me, it can work for you too



You can't imagine what you have been missing without God's words emotionally and spiritually stocked up in your heart


Will you be shaking like a mortal man?

Or you will launch yourself into the realm of immortal?



If your heart is gripped with unknown fear what would you confess?

Where is God on the page of your life?

All I can see here is you and the devil walking side by side and you never knew

Your mind is stocked up and locked up with every god damn thing of this world

Your kingdom is being torn apart and you are smiling to your sudden fall

Your pasture is grey, not green


Don't be deceived, you can't continue like this...


Let us ask ourselves, would our grass turn grey or green on the other side of the road?

All I see in your eyes is pain mixed with a melting pot of uncertainty

All I see on the palm of your hand is a struggle here and there...

All I feel on your shoulders are weary bones covered with human skin

All I see on your legs are broken bones deceitfully covered with faded skin

I saw you crying inside but faking it outside with one funny smile

I am aware of the pain that always knocks you down in the night and leaves you empty in the morning


I am aware of your heart that got rewarded with tears

I repeat you can't continue like this...

We stumble and fall in life, i is part of spiritual growth


But remaining on a spot for long is highly dangerous for every man's destiny


Refusing to fall in love with his words wouldn't cost him anything but would cost you your life

His words are like antivirus designed and targeted to protect and run the programs of your destiny smoothly to a successful destination

Our inability to load or install ourselves with the needed spiritual antivirus is causing those constant tears in our eyes

Tell me, how could you win the race when you have refused to master every detail of the race?

Grey or Green?


Tell me, how can you dance perfectly to a soundtrack, you have never heard before if you are not a good dancer?


Tell me, how can you wipe off the tears in your eyes when you never knew how it got there?

Tell me please, how would you discover the purpose of your existence, when you have refused to be communicating to the one who molded you into being

Tell me, how can you win a spiritual race when you have lost your space in the realm of the spirit?

Spiritual controls the physical, am sure you have severally heard that statement...

You should be a terror to the kingdom of darkness

How come Satan is licking you up like super delicious candy on the eve of Christmas?


You only say his name, you never confessed it

Because what you confess, is what you do and you will surely possess

The things of the world have their names written on the tablet of your heart

All you do is swinging to every god damn thing of this world, without cross-checking the error

Satan loves the way, you help him promote his ministry

I heard him saying, well done, my faithful servant...


Your faulty foundation can be renewed, when you stumble at the truth

The truth is very much ready to set you free...



Take you out from the darkness and reward you with the glowing marvelous light...


There your grey destiny will come out green...

So it is in your hands to activate your dormant  angels into action


It is in your hands to turn your grey into green...


Thanks for reading


I love you🙇🙇🙇