WE ALL HAVE SECRETS

Covered with cockroaches,

In our cupboard's.

Designed with webs ,

In our wardrobes.

Deep down in our,

Deepest and darkest Well Water.

There we all have our secrets kept.

You might be the sanest Pastor

Or you are the most clean Alfa

Or you must be so perfect with your pretence

You still have secrets, I say.

You are acting around as hypocrites.

Condemning others who have their own secrets leaked.

But deep down within you,

You bet you are not clean one bit.

And yours might even be dirtier.

If no one can figure the secret out in you,

I trust Mr Conscience with his Cain,

With several line attached with steels,

More like the ones used to weep Jesus several thousand years ago.

If Mrs Lakashegbe wears a pant,

That is filled with holes because of the rats in her house?

And if Mr Koshegbe is seeing four girl at the same time?

Is it your business to become an unpaid paparazzi in people issues?

Can't you see and not spread the news around?

In this case, I think you need a job MR.

I just hope and pray you will not be tagged a name in that office either?

Or I advised that you must contact a psychologist?

If this behaviour isn't born with,

Then this illness must be very difficult to leave you.

Listen!

No matter what in life,

All of us are moving around with our dirt ,

Covered up with expensive designer dresses.

I just hope that designer does not have a thorn?

But the fact is that,

No being of this earth can prove that he or she does not have a secret.

Most of us are lucky,

To transition to Heaven.

Some fall deep down,

Into our doom called Hell,

Without the smokes of our hidden agenda’s.

Well, I will say congratulations.

But your conscience,

Shall continue lashing you,

From the hottest rod,

That is within Lucifer’s grip.

WRITTEN BY: ADEBAYO, Busayo.