Grace Poem by Oyedepo Wuraola Oluwakemi

By neighbours’food aroma, I was tempted
When an all day fasting was by me, attempted
By beautiful clothes was I called
When I had chosen the name of a pauper to be called
By vision-aiding glasses, I was lured
When I had chosen to make my vision blurred
By water and wine, I was persuaded
When I had chosen to be thirsty, even if I’m almost dead
By nice tunes and songs, my body almost shook
When I had chosen not to dance but stay stuck to my hook
Intresting gist and girlish gossip almost made me talk
When I had chosen to be lame if speech wants me to walk
By lack of invigilation, I was tempted to engage in malpractice
When I had chosen not to engage in such practice
Technological gadgets almost made me waver
When I had chosen not to use any appliance whatsoever
By life’s struggles, I almost slept and start to lumber
When I had chosen to keep my eyes from sleep and slumber
By all these, I almost lost my balance and focus
BUT….by grace, I remained on my locus