Poetry Collection

Lord, Please Help Me Lord, the light has eluded my world, Thick darkness surrounds me everywhere, And I feel myself caving in, Losing my sanity as the days go by. The joy that once blistered my nights And made me yearn for another day Has vanished with the winds, And I have no desire whatsoever To face the next moment. I am weak and worn, Tired from life’s daily battles. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever Make it through this labyrinth and maze. Will You please help me? Help me soldier on as my strength is waning And my confidence is dissipating. Help me to keep my eyes on You And not be tossed to and fro By the boisterous waves. Look down with pity upon me As You shower Your mercy drops And g...

THE SYNDROME Reynold Adjei The stars align with our destiny as the midnight cry echoes in the winds. We succumb to the pangs of sleep without knowing when our fragile frame will say goodbye. This world so often has us in stitches, mending broken parts of our lives that are bizarre, only to watch them fall apart again—and then mend them once more. The cycle never stops. Are we ever truly free? Do we merely learn to cope with our addictions, or do we actually become free from them? Do we encounter the supernatural at some point, leading to perpetual deliverance, or do we simply adapt and adjust, taking life one day at a time? Our minds can play cruel games on us and leave us maimed just when w...

ONE DAY AT A TIME The trees dance to the rhythm of the wind; yet here the heart is not merry. The soul craves peace, but thistles choke its tender emotions, leaving it unsatisfied. At dawn the cock crows, the day unfolds, yet man is too weary to rise and dress for work. A heavy load of thoughts weighs him down, dragging his spirit through the hours. Life is a bed of roses one moment, a roller coaster the next. Today you stand on the summit; tomorrow you plummet—and long to quit. When the sun blazes, it mocks our leaden state, our inability to find joy even amid life’s cruel tragedies. I am sad. Lately doubt has crept in, whispering whether life is worth the fight. The sky is bright, ye...

To My Single Fellows: There are days when you feel lonely but not alone—days when you want to step out with someone of the opposite gender, spend some quality time together, and then return home. And there are nights when you crave cuddling and being cuddled, longing to wake up next to that special someone—your ride-or-die for life. It's normal; it's how God designed us to be, and it's perfectly fine to feel that way. But remember: freedom is everything. The ability to wake up without receiving a phone call asking if you've eaten, to go through the day without constant messages or intermittent calls checking on how you're doing or whether you've had lunch, and to head home at the end of the...

Gen Zers and Their Texting Culture I have noticed a disturbing trend among the "genzers," and I feel it's about time we addressed this. It's not surprising that most of them can't spell correctly and are nonchalant when writing. It's almost as if they're being punished for writing and spelling correctly. The "genzers," unlike millennials, were born into gadgets and grew up with them. Their entire lives are built around technology, and they begin to fidget if they are deprived of their gadgets. While these gadgets undoubtedly have positive impacts, they are not helping in other areas. These young people are growing up literally lazy and lacking the skill of critical thinking. One of my main c...

WE SEE YOU (Reynold Adjei) To the friends who only text or call when they need something temporary— we see you. To the friends who stay silent for years, then flood our phones when they hear we’re gone— we see you from the other side. To the ones who secretly celebrate when our relationships crumble, already plotting to slide in and claim what was never theirs— we see you. To those who never knew our number until they heard we climbed the ladder, suddenly remembering our name for favours— we see you. To the friends who laugh with us in private, then belittle us in front of those they worship for wealth— we see you. To the ones who rise a little higher and look down with contempt the moment t...