Dear God: A letter of praise

Able GOD,

Fabled GOD,

Arugbo Ojo,

To you I can’t sing ‘odoo’

In your presence I will zanku

And add to it a little shaku-shaku

Without hesitation I will gbese

Even if I am wearing skirt

Not even minding any pete-pete

Nitori Iwo lo  nigbogbo ese

Dear Father,

I know you are here Lord

And I just have to say thanks Lord

For hiding my pain when they stared Lord

For keeping me sane in the mist of fear Lord

You were here Lord

Even when they weren’t here Lord

So I say,

Eze !

You are worthy of my praise.

Ekueme!

You are the living God

Dansaki re!

Aribiti! Arabata!

Ancient of days

Oya biko shower your blessings

On us your children

Let us sing

No more insufficient funds

By your grace seh

No more insufficient food

In our house seh

No more insufficient grace

A be be seh

Always sufficient praise

Amen seh !!!!!!!!!!

This year has been full of ups and downs. You have been there Baba , through thick and thin, rough and tough. I just want to say thank you Daddy because through Depression you were there, through brokeness – the kind where i no get even 10naira to buy pure water. I remember wondering how i was supposed to buy  hand out when i was drinking garri that i borrowed. See ehn , Now i wonder how exactly i even kept this blog running because it can only be you. What of the time that i wrote a blog post and only two people read it?  Abi is it the time when my phone will be pressing itself ni?

You are my Daddy Yo! My own Star Boy! Your praise is my Gbedu!

I just want to say thank you jare o Baba. You are too much joor!