Priority

Priority...

Let the maker teach you who you are,
Let a woman's priority be to be a woman,
Not a doctor, nurse, clerk, astronaut or career,
Let a man's priority be to be a man,
Not a soldier, an engineer, professor or career,
Let a man marry a woman,
Let an engineer not marry a doctor,
Families thrive when made of people,
And crumble when made of professions,
Society is rotting because families are failing,
Families are failing because parents have prioritized,
Prioritized making money to nourish their hollow lifestyles.

© 2009 Afeseh Ngwa Hilary.

A sweeter song

A sweeter song

There is always a sweeter song,
It hates the place of stagnation,
Comes on the wings of adventure,
Played with the instrument called daring,

If you cling to your past,
Settle in your present,
You cannot hear this song,

If you choose to be backward,
Over being always forward,
You cannot play this song,

If you hate a brother,
Despise a sister,
You cannot see this song,

If you love ease,
Court only comfort,
You will not meet this song,

It is played by love,
Sang by sacrifice,
Conducted by compassion,
Driven by passion,
On the tracks of hardwork,

You may stop to smell the roses,
But you must prayerfully keep going,
If you must partake in the concert,
Where there is only a sweeter song,
Always a sweeter song.

© 2009 Afeseh Ngwa Hilary.

Compromise

Compromise.

Watch out for the first compromise,
It may be the first step to demise,
Drunk starts with the first drink,
As others follow in a close link,

Drug addict starts with the first dose,
Very soon you need a needle like a hose,
All adulteries have a first look,
Fuel for what mischief's/sin's about to cook,

Corruption may start with the first bribe,
Tribalism with one tribe,
So nip it in the bud,
Before a flower blooms from the bud,

A mighty fall proceeds from an unchecked slip,
The fatal compromise grows and flies,
On the wings of accumulated little compromises...

© 2009 Afeseh Ngwa Hilary