21st Century Jonah
I will pick my bags and go to Makurdi,
Disappear until I uncover the mystery,
I will search the scriptures and approve me,
I will pray this disgrace doesn’t come around?
Certainly the sound of Mukurdi gives me pains.
The business of the city,
The uproar of Fulani herds men,
What else will I find?
To give me closure, to numb this feeling,
I will pick my bags and go to makurdi,
I don’t think they will care for your word though?
The sea tumbles,
Gusts of reality,
Ease this turbulent mind,
I will go to Makurdi, but will not tell them of your Grace,
They will only thrive in trampling on it,
They say they are saved what else is mine to say,
Today I will pick my bag, walk on the sea, maybe swallowed by a fish down Makurdi river,
I too will call out for your Grace!
The sound of Makurdi gives no Joy no more,
I will yet go one more time, not my will though,
Your will be done.
