How do you expect to see the light 
When you hide away in the darkness?
How do you expect to cure the blindness 
When you refuse to see the prophet?
It’s true that life throws hail-makers to your chest 
Artillery rifles throw slugs through  your vest 
You put your faith in your friends 
That’s one flaw you ought to address
When help arrived you were no where to be found
You were away,
Dancing sacrilegiously in a foreign house 
You play with multiple drugs 
And drink from different bottles 
I know life is rough
But your choices make it worse 
Maybe you don’t desire the light 
Perhaps you belong to the night. 

By: Tola Makanjuola

“How do you expect to see the light 
When you hide away in the darkness?“