UNGRATEFUL SERVANT

MUYIDEEN AGBALA GABRIEL
By Abiola OlaOluwa

Muyideen Agbala Gabriel, why have you embraced poverty's snare?
From the depths of despair, your destiny was revived with care.
Yet, on the screen, you appeared unstable, your words devoid of grace.
Your gap-toothed smile, like a house without windows, lacked beauty's trace.

AGBALA GABRIEL DISCOVER YOU
In just a month, your life was transformed, but gratitude was scarce.
You indicted your mother, oblivious to her pain and disgrace.
How many car chargers can buy a house? Now you own one, it's true,
Can you woo a lady with words, 
In that state of broken and blue?

Destiny found you, but I saw you chopping down your own tree,
Your downfall imminent, without remedy, a tragic sight to see.
Deliverance was conducted, 
But ancestral battles still rage in your mind,
He is yet to bornagain, salvation lost, 
you returned to your old ways, left behind.

You gamble, smoke, and squander character, relationships in disarray,
Muyideen, now Alabaru, talking against the one who helped you on your way.

Muyideen, a life without purpose, drifting aimlessly,
Living for the moment, with no direction or destiny.
He's susceptible to anything that tempers his hunger pains,
A mere survival tactic, a desperate attempt to sustain.

Muyideen seeks freedom, but to what end?
To indulge in vices, his true intent to amend.
He craves the streets, where smoking and gambling reign,
And shuns the path, of a life more noble and plain.

He fought for freedom, but with flawed design,
Revealing hidden traits, that now make him decline.
He cries out for liberty, but what's his true aim?
A better life, or just a license to perpetuate his shame?

No education, no skills, no apprenticeship to claim,
Yet he chose a business, that's fleeting, without a name.
In this digital age, his choices will soon fade away,
Leaving him with nothing, but regret, come what may.
No wonder, he embraces Alabaru, a misguided attempt to dent the image of his destiny helper, 
A rebellious stance, a wrongful sigh.
Ingratitude defines him, a trait that repels all near,
His past mistakes on public display, his character brought to fear.

Everyone avoids him now, his reputation precedes,
A life marred by sin and shame, his future in dire needs.
Muyideen, seek Jesus, the only one who can restore,
Your decision is engineered in another word of principalities and power

By Abiola OlaOluwa
Poet & Author

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