“The sins of my youth hunt me down with ferocity, they are new every morningMy soul is troubled, and I am graced with disgrace This is a losing war, and my determination seems not enough to deliver meI have prayed and I have interceded, I have stayed up all night hoping to reconfigure my brain I pray and I plead and I pray to the heavens, lest the fingers that fed me forget meMy shameful lust has stripped me of all dignity, as I bow down and am made slave to sin Bound by my own iniquity, the wrath of God draws nearerI can only plead for mercy for so long, before I am considered a lost causeA solution for my madness is not evident, and my deliverance is nowhere in sightThis is sinking sand upon which I tread, and the clock is ticking”

− Akachi Obijiaku −