O GOD, WHY THIS ‘CHRISTMAS PUNISHMENT’?

Dear God, you set out last week or thereabout to give us the feeling that Christmas is around the corner with the breezy harmattan that set in after surprising rainfalls that lasted longer than we’ve always had. But right in the Christmas eve and Christmas itself you allowed the whole air to go on strike… Continue reading O GOD, WHY THIS ‘CHRISTMAS PUNISHMENT’?

THE GREATEST TREASURE

When the greatest gift was given To the worst offenders The best treasure offered unconditionally To the worst ingrates As diamond mingled with clay The celestial married the terrestial Divinity took flesh The Desire of the ages arrived

THE BUTCHER, THE CHICK AND CHRISTMAS

I heard; yes, I overheard The butchers in the kitchen, stroking their beard, Saying “Christmas stew is already smeared, And we won’t await the growth of the baby bird” Disappointed, Hurried off my heels to mother hen “The old butchers are coming for your chick” “Let them tarry not”, said she then “But their price… Continue reading THE BUTCHER, THE CHICK AND CHRISTMAS

IN MY MOTHER’S ARMS

All I could hear was the tune of my cry In the subversive cold of the darkness, My hands went searching for the comfort of my birth As I lay in my mother’s warmth filled arms My toys were handmade from care Piled up for the loneliness that shares the freedom Of a helpless child… Continue reading IN MY MOTHER’S ARMS

CHILDREN’S MANGER HYMN

Children gather round a simple manger Celebrate the birthday of a King. Can you see Him? Here He is among us. What gift shall I bring? Laid in straw a stable bed so lowly Angels o’er Him sing, Can you hear them, singing through the night time? What gift shall I bring? Gold nor incense,… Continue reading CHILDREN’S MANGER HYMN

OUR OWN CHRISTMAS

We had our own white Christmas When the hazy fog descended on a dusty dawn When the sky shone colorless before the sun could rise And the tall trees shrouded themselves in pallid clouds We had the air of Christmas When the mist hid the houses from our view When the cold dry air hugged… Continue reading OUR OWN CHRISTMAS