Regarding the phrase “New Creation”
I have a confession
My name is Halima Dangote
My father, the greatest farmer of all time that starved to death cause he couldn’t afford a Tuber of yam.
How can a man full of cruelty dispense the truth of love
I wished for a life of immense solicitude
But laid aimlessly like the red rose on the mahogany casket
I toiled for a brighter future
But only rise to mud and underbridge
My confusion was as the looks of Stephen Hawkins

Do you know how it feels to be forgotten?
I stay like the plant breeding hibiscus
But when you look, all you see is the flower
What you touch is the petal and when you cut ,
it’s the red rose not the plant…I’m green
Its like longing to feel like your favorite tree
But streaked and never noticed
Like Cancer eating up from the inside
And when I wake I had no leaves on
I came out every night like a shattered piece of glass
Broken from the inside
Like a torn page of history
that no one’s bothered on who’s name was on that page.

Like a dropping petal
I faded away in twilight and awake like a bleeding stuck pig
With thousand doors to my house, my home was missing but He that dwelleth in the secret place abideth in His shadow.
A prominent man sticks on his gate “Beware of dogs”
But my creator says “come unto me all that are laboured and I will give you rest”
He said ” l am the way the truth and life”
It feels like resuscitation
I became like the field of afforestation even when deforestation had cultured shifting cultivation
I became like my Creator
Because he replaced the torn page of history with my name written on it with his blood

Now, I don’t wait to be told what to say
Cause I’m intoxicated with words of life
When I speak light, it chokes darkness like the taste of ammonia.

#Psychic