‘Echoes of Heaven’ is Coming!

Hi friends! I know! I know! I’ve been MIA for too long but I promise it has not been without reason. I’ve been working on my first book for about two years. Finally, a release date has been set for April, 2023! I’m so excited about this and I cannot wait for you to hold…

In the Eye of the Storm

The storms are brewing. Gathering, as though summoned by an unseen force. Sound the ‘war cry’, they shout. As tensions mount, The battle in the heavenlies continues What is the cost of a nation’s freedom? What is the price of a nation’s peace? [if My people who are called by My name will humble themselves,…

Jesus Is…

(Sometimes, it’s beautiful to imagine being the person in charge of giving Jesus a citation or an invitation to a table (He shakes my tables sometimes by the way lol). It makes me wonder if whatever I plan to say will carry the weight. Take a deep breath; bask in silence; breathe in and out;…

Poems from the Fire: Stay Close

So stay close,
Breathe,
Sing,
Dance,
Be

Essence

We are changing, No one stays the same. But God does.  He is as Emmanuel now as He was then Sometimes, I am more more aware of Him But it doesn’t change the fact that He never leaves.  He is always there, peering into the room and asking to come in Never forcing open the…

Wonder

What could be more important than spending time with the One who gave me life?

Prisoner of Hope-A Poem

Who am I that He is mindful of me? Why does my heart drum wildly in His presence? Why do I hope for tomorrow even in the midst of a painful present, And the distant echo of a sour past As though I were a prisoner chained to hope. Why bother to explain something that…

The Past, A Poem by Olamide.

The past with all its trappings Came knocking yesterday Bittersweet nothings poured in When I opened the door I gave it an inch It took a mile Dragging along with it, Regret, longing, nostalgia 3 foolish friends who often go everywhere together Luring willing victims in with a lie “The past was much better than…

A Memoir and A Poem

I stopped writing, here’s why…

the making of a son

This poem is dear to my heart, it was written in 2014, a couple of hours to my 22nd birthday. It was initially titled ‘Reflections’ and has passed through the Refiner’s fire many times. It was ‘performed’ at Ablaze 2015 with over 600 freshmen in attendance.I pray it blesses your heart and draws you closer…