by Amos Momo Ngumbu Jr
Once upon a time, When sorrow was the bedspread Of my life My body then enrolled into pain & frustration & I became the dark side of discussion My eyes were bitterly soaked in the hand of the Cavalla river, Even the smile of the kpatawee waterfall Couldn’t heal my broken pieces. I was mucked to & fro without hope. My itching body was like a home of disappointment & I fell heavily in the hand of germs. But when I was told about Jesus, My life became the scene of worship; his name keeps ringing joy And peace into heart & l was left without a doubt He made a way when there seems to be no way; His love has eaten up my heart. Oh! I’m now a child of grace and he must be praised.
Amos Momo Ngumbu Jr. writes from somewhere in Monrovia, Liberia. His works are forthcoming in Poetry Soup and We Write Liberia website. He is also the author of the chapbook called ‘Africa Weep No More”. When this lad is not writing a poem, he finds comfort in graphic designing with his laptop as well as reading books.