Louis
Egbe Mbua
But praises to the Creator he gives.
He who is in the house scatters
Shall have nothing in his barn but hate,
And he who in high place friends collects
Will in abundance in store as love.
Better a little a man with love abides
Than he who has so much with hate.
That who loves is with eyes open wide,
Yet that who hates’ with eyes shut tight:
Vision
is to further see
As
darkness’ to shorter sight
Vision’s
to daylight
As
darkness’ to night
Bitter
is the taste
As
darkness’ to hate
The
real honey is too sweet
As
a woman is to love!
Remember the past of a rumble
And blot not today in solitude
As the little love shown a past
Transforms future can never to hate.
A man who for hate forgets to love
Has a memory less inanimate.
Always in gratitude in awe strive
For that is a duty for a man in love
With the bride in the aisle oblige
To walk in the way of the Lord:
But
a mirage is a shimmer
A
dream in the night
And mirage in the day
Sweet’s
the juicy fruit
As
a dream turns true,
The
real money is so good
And
the dressed bride is in love!
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