Greatest love

Lord Jesus you left your crown
And your glory to come down
And walk humbly on this earth
To feel my pain and my hurt

Mighty King above all fate
Came down low to wash my feet
My wounds and disease to heal
And my longing heart to fill

To search my deepest fears
And wipe my bitter tears
Comfort me with perfect peace
Thus making me feel at ease

Despite threats, hunger and thirst
And all that put you to the test
You laboured from dawn till dusk
In devotion to your task

For me you had to suffer
Gave your life as an offer
Paid all my iniquities
And all my infirmities

Like and outlaw with no name
Cursed and flogged and nailed to shame
On the cross you thought of me
And died upon Calvary

By Samson Siwong


I am going home

The loveliness of the city
Seems somehow sadly happy
The coloured lights and loud music
They are attractions of another world
In this hustle and bustle
I am terribly lonely
And I feel forgotten
I am going home
I am going to my village
In the cool mountains

I left my heart
At home in the village
Mountain to mountain
Valley over valley, it calls to me
To be where the kumul
Dances from branch to branch
The nights may be cold
And the mountain fog chilly
But let me confess
They are what I miss

My home, my village
My heart, my warm love
Clustered around huts
Along the ridge there
In the cool mountains
It calls me and waits patiently
I am going home
I am going to my village
To bask my skin in those open fires
That burn through the night

By Arnold Bogea

My stalker

You walked down my path
And greeted me
I smiled and replied a warm greeting
Never knowing that you were drawn
To the smile I never considered awesome

On first thoughts you were a good buddy
A very good listener and a good drinking mate, I guess
Upon each friendly meeting
You showed no delay in holding back
Your deepest emotions

What was I to do
You jumped at the wrong catch buddy
All I could do was say,
“I’m sorry I’m attached.”

I never meant to hurt you
You led yourself on
You let you emotions get
The best of you
And now you’ve made the worst of you
Come to light

I’m sad to say that
The road to friendship has
Finally reached its dead end
For you’re turned a good friend
Into a stranger

By Madeline Mota