Cover to cover was the game,
From Chase through Jeffrey, even Guyton wasn’t spared
All bowed to the master,
Who could read all through?
The question hung standing more as the aim
Though we sought to fill our vacuum.
But in a corner,
An old rugged book sat,
Funny no one
Seemed to give it a second thought
Few fulfilled the promise of reading through
And though they couldn’t nor I
I knew I could not do without it
Lies were told in it
Bringing humanity doomed to death
Coups plotted in it
Some won, some lost
Battles fought
Some won, some lost
Strength displayed,
Trust betrayed,
But above all
A love story was all it portrayed
Of a king going through death
To pay the eternal price of freedom
For a people who never knew the bondage they were held
I cried
How could someone be so kind?
To stand for them while the spat on him,
While they mocked him, scourged him, crucified him
Leaving him to die a cruel death
I could have understood if I had a price to pay
If I needed to complete the task he went through
But in a fainting but yet victorious voice he made me know
It is finished (Te Te les tai)
Nothing more could be added
As he took his rightful place
Seated beside the father
Tears streamed down my face and I
Knew I had found it
The book that revealed The Way of Life
But much more
I had the life within
Residing forever
Filling this vacuum with indescribable joy
-bolaji akanni
