You have been sleeping around
Trying to make that love you never found
(Get it? Make. Love.)
‘cause you got tired of waiting for that special one that never came around
So you too matters into your hands
Turned every foe into a friend.
Laying silk sheets for different devils every night
Laying on your back to be caressed and covered with their kisses
Thinking that might be a hit to your thousand misses
You don’t even care that one of your devils actually has a missus
So while she sits and reminisces on her wedding day
You lay beneath him; panting, hating yourself
And his foul smell and sweat on your skin.
With a sheet, you shamefully cover parts of you he’s already seen.
Showered and dressed up, he places one last lustful kiss on your lips
And exits the scene.
You remain; empty and hollow
Left to wallow in the guilt of your sin,
Clean the sheets and empty the bin.
Your breath smells awful,
You have been drinking.
You’ve been drinking, drowning, sinking to the bottom of the bottle.
You put on your dapper suit and go to church
Shouting, “God is good!”
While your soul remains trapped in the bottom of ingud’.
In the hood you are misunderstood
‘cause sometimes you are that dude who’s never rude
But when you have drunk from that fountain flowing with slow brewed, extra-matured waters …
It’s a different story; the lines are blurry.
You stand bare, naked of God’s glory…
No victory, no reward at the end of the day
Yet still further you walk away;
Drinking, dancing your sorrows and our soul to decay.
You hear the call, but still you delay,
Laying with devils depositing different demons into you…
Congratulations, you are with child – children.
Demons – legions incubated in a warm, comfortable home right within you.
Sinner, you have sunk so deep
Into fornication, alcohol, the night life, lust and a thousand more sins.
Yes, if you didn’t know; your lust is sin.
Even when all you did was see,
It was seen and recorded as sin.
Sinner, you have sunk so deep
It is useless to check social media for your ‘Last seen’
Because your last sin is seen encrypted in the lipstick stains on your collar.
Besides, you were last seen in the brothel by the corner;
Stripped, bare, naked of all honour,
Yet you go to church in your slim-fit suits and your slender neckties
Hellos and Hi’s slide so smoothly off your tongue
You even have brethren believing you are one with them in the fold
But behold, onto worldliness you still hold
Even when you have been told time, time, times times time plus time again
For the past five years of your ‘Christianity’
That you should repent
You have remained the same, indifferent to the prophetic truth.
Sinners in all your different coats,
Even you preachers with Bible and S.O.P quotes;
Half-religion is non-religion
Decisions are made in indecision.
Whether you are Christian, atheist or other –
Praying to another god at the east
Or some king of the weather;
My brother, my sister
You have got to hear this.
There is a man
Who calls you to a peculiar clan
Seeking to separate you from the other peas in the pan.
He speaks right now to you
Through the ink of my pen
Heed His voice; He pleads, He bids
Make the right choice, woza.
While the gate remains ajar
He pleads, He bids; woza.
Child of weakness watch and pray
Your life is in His hand
In His palm, the entire world stands.
Do not delay, do not procrastinate
Do not wait for later because later might just be too late.
He pleads, He bids; Come.
- Ingud‘ – South African slang for a 750ml bottle of beer
- Woza – Come (Language: Zulu, South Africa)