I AM OCTOBER

October for me is a month to remember,

A month i came into this world to become a member
A month of Green, a month of Keen, a month my nation celebrates her win.
A month of completeness, a month that brings out its fruits in its richness.

A month full of Great minds, 
I can start mentioning names if you won't mind.
A month of abilities and optimum possibilities
A birth month of people filled with massive creativity.

As for me i know 
I can write, draw, sing and cook
My mind and hand works together to write the book
I have the Midas touch, i can make it work
I can play instruments of all kinds
Even on that beautiful lady my hand can be so kind.
I am October, the pride of the Nation
The Spirit of all round occasion.

If you look vividly, its common to us all.
Checking through other October friends profile, you can feel we all play the ball.
Its a basic independent instinct that runs through us
This also makes us ride like Prince and Princess on the horse.
Because we are special, we have eyes for good things and we don't entertain mediocrity
We are people of dignity and great Integrity
We have in  us a seed of success and self-esteem
We are a force fashioned to invade the city

We are Unique, born to make a difference.

We are children of grace planted by the riverside, to flourish in essence.
We are who we are, we are the son of the most high.
We need not to smoke Ganjaa before we are lifted high.
We do it naturally, we are blessed Spiritually.

we are:    O- Optimist
                  C- Creative & Confident
                  T- Tenacity
                  O- Onward
                  B- Brave & Bold
                  E- Elegant, Excellent & Enigmatic
                 R- Responsible, Reputable & Romantic

We are born Champions, the best from the rest.
We are Libra 
We are OCTOBER................!

Tell me, WHO ARE YOU?


Yommy Bishop.

MY AUGUST cRUSH

MY AUGUST c-RUSH

Dearest Sweet,

I am writing you this note with a deep sense of emotion, not in anger or pain but with a heart weak and frail. Throwing back to how we first met, I felt a feeling of divinity on the page I set. I since have no regret falling in love with you but what I felt is like sage on stage that can’t be turned to rage.

The day we had our first meeting was the day I almost had a conviction that you are the dream I seek, I tried to play my cool yet I don’t want the world to see me a fool. I tried my best to get close to you, expressing myself through every medium I could yet you won’t just let your guards loose. All I want to do is to take a slow step towards you by being your friend and giving you a reason to be my boo.

 I love you and I can’t phantom why, I have never been this obsessed to someone in my life. I find it hard to love others even though I tried; I find it hard to play their ball just because my heart is stuck with yours. It is said that the best and most beautiful things in life cannot be seen or touched, but are felt in the heart of love. My heart has chosen you out of all; it is only you my soul calls.

                Sweet, the reason for this note is not to sermonize you or profess again my undying love, not to tell you how I’m ready to make you my world but to express my sincere and deepest thought.  I feel humiliated a thousand times, I’ve been hurt by you so many times, this feeling kill me inside and makes me feel emotional suicide. Those times you ignored my messages and chose to respond at your own will, those times you missed my calls and you never feel it right to text or return, those days of our supposed meeting and you never showed up and never apologize or give a reason. I wish you could put yourself in my shoes and feel how it hurts loving someone and the person makes you feel less ordinary or makes you feel a fool.

I believe everybody deserves somebody who makes them look forward to tomorrow, someone who can share their joy and sorrow. To me, I always believe that someone could be you, maybe I’m wrong, maybe I goofed, but I know it’s only God that can approve.

I still believe meeting you was not an accident as it seems, it’s for a reason and only God knows why he sent you here, I hope one day to me it will be clear. Maybe you don’t feel the same way I feel, maybe it’s just me. I would have loved you say your mind and heart instead of tearing me apart.

I guess our heart we both should follow, hope the grass is greener on the other side as we both find tomorrow.

Yours Insane.

Yommy Bishop

28/08/14

MY BROWN SUGAR

This is truly stuff of which dreams are made,
looking to my yester-years, looking back to my past companies,
I have never had a mind set, not even a central focus,
Never being so obsessed to someone I like so much. 
Oh Lord this feeling I can’t fight,
I can’t hold it any more so I made up my mind to write.
To write about my sweet saga with my one & only brown sugar
Having an Angelic Swagger.

I remember the first time you crossed my path,
You made me to know what real angels are about
And what grace they amount.
Though then you are cute shy and small
But now you are dark bold & tall,
You are so interesting your smile brings lot of blessing,
You are a single thing  that’s the expression & definition of everything, 
You captured my heart easily,
You are different from them all brown sugar you are a sweet mystery. 
You can be described  a single rose that makes my single garden host
It will never smell like a grass just because it’s growing in the mist of it
A rose will always be a rose regardless of where it exist.

Oh my brown sugar, with you my soul will always linger. 
Your taste is like a honey that cost no money;
You are just like dew from the rise of the morning. 
I can’t forget your lovely attitude
And the mistake I made trying to catch up with you.
Its one story I share & I hope one day it’s going to clear through.
My fate lie’s in you, with you only I want to reign & rule;
You are the only one I want to make my boo. 
I want you as my cheerleader
To give me the strength to be a true leader. 

These words may sound so blunt, just like a song from James Blunt
But remember it’s a soul hunt and its coming straight from my soul's pot. 
All I want from you my brown sugar is by you my life to be gingered
Be my glory ever, till my ransomed soul shall find rest beyond the river. 
You are just good to be true; with you my dreams will ever come true.
Sugar my Coffee, Sugar my Tea
So together we can sail across the ocean & blue sea. 
                               
LOVE YOU ……Brown Sugar.

                                                                                                                            Yommybishop

MY BLACKBERRY

Oh my beautiful blackberry, you have made my heart go merry.
You took away all my worries; since I met with you I have never being sorry.
You are cute, slick and dearie, you’ve made your love inside my heart to be buried 
Everyone wants to have you, the whole world longs for you but as far as I have you,
I will tell it to the world how much I love you.
You have revived me again, my noble and elegant stallion,
Its by you I want to make my first billion.

Oh my beautiful bb, seeing you stabilizes my b.p. 
Now everyone always beep me
All because they love your sound, that pings.
Everywhere its only you I want to carry, 
Am so addicted that I don’t need to tarry.
You reminds me of the man I am and why I need to marry,
Though taking it step by step and not being in a hurry.

Oh my beautiful blackberry, 
I will savor you like a fruity cherry
Its only you that makes my life happy and cheery.
Even though i have tasted so many
Yet you can’t be compared to any,
Not even the blueberries & raspberries 
They don't have the fragrance of your skin that’s so hairy.
I love the taste of the strawberry on your lips
Also the scintillating roundness and firmness of your hips
Even though admired by so many, yet you cant be compared to any.

Raspberries are sweet, blueberries are filling, 
Strawberries are subjective but blackberries are addictive.

You are the mother of all berries,
You are black, bold & beautiful,
You make my life go wonderful.
Your delightful presence filled me with joy,
Fascinating me like a child's toy.

This note is for you my blackberry; 
You delight me more than the Grammys.

Like an award of Excellence, 
You are my total preference,

Yommybishop Rules. 2010

THE UNFAITHFUL SON

Whoever wants to come to equity must come with clean hands,
But my iniquities has got me hanging that I can’t stand.
Washed in water, dug in sand
I was lost in the wind
The tide got me blind
The devil in me wins, now I'm so bound
I’m the unfaithful son, I look beyond the cloud.

The more I try to run from sin
The more iniquities encompass me.
The more I try to play holy
The strong man in me changes the story.
He takes me to the hill top
Shows me the goodies of the world.
Knowing I have an eye for good things
He lures me with sweet words.
Now I am bound, the devil in me wins
Yes I’m so silly, giving her a chance to swing.

Every-time I ascend the mountain to ask for Mercy
He awaits my descend and play me up like Messi
He plays the mind game and makes me go back the same
Now all I can do is to cover my face in shame.
Every-time I leave your holy Alter
He let me goof and make me falter.
Every-time I leave your presence
My sin multiplies in excess.
Now I'm losing communication
Because of my dirty and funny occasion (fornication).
Occasion of my mind, occasion of my soul
Funny occasion (_) of my eyes,
Exorcise me Lord and make me whole.

I’m drifting off, I need your communion.
Take it over, take total dominion.
I'm tired of living, yet afraid of dying
The clock is ticking and my heart keeps bleeding.
I lost my pen, my pad is lying fallow
I’ve lost my head, sin as got me swallowed
I’m back oh father; cast me not away any further. 
Without you I don’t know where to go
If you leave me I will lose total control.
Take me out of the world
Take the world out of me
Innumerable evil have surrounded me
They are more than hairs of my head

My heart faileth me, now I can’t move ahead
Give me a new heart, purge me of my sins,
Shine your light Lord; take this darkness out of me.

I am not perfect, that’s just an aspect.
Yes I have failed you,
A thousand time lord I have nailed you. 
Rising and falling shows I'm unfaithful, 

Faithful father, Please be merciful.
I kneel before thy thrown, take me as your own.
Sacrifice and offering thou did not desire
My burnt offering and sin offering has thou not require.
I am the unfaithful son
You are a faithful father
I look up to the sun, to see your Glory ever.


Yommybishop………©June 2012

A STRANGE ANGEL

With the piece of feather she left from her wings
I dipped my mind in a special jar of ink.
She’s a strange Angel with an enthralling act
An impeccable cosmos called the universe
The kind that makes me script my words in verses
And later make me sing my song inversely.             

I encountered her glory on a particular Sunday
Few minutes around her turned my darkness into a sunny day
She displayed so much of a majestic radiance
With an aura of a stunning loving ambiance.
Her eyes glittered like a diamond stone
Her voice was of a celestial cymbal tone
Her cherubic smile touches the marrow of my bone
She has just the right wings to complete my own.
Her style is different, not like the ones you know
A sweet rhapsody that ravished my very soul
Her lips are conspicuous like a sculpted cone
Her hair cascade down like a glorious river flow
Smart and intelligent she treads softly not a feel of stone
She’s just an Angel in a world of her own.

I knew the heavenly must have sent her my way
I knew how complete I felt when I saw her glowing face
I saw the shining light within her scintillating soul
I knew in my life she has a special role
A paragon of beauty spotless without seams
A colourful rainbow full of heavenly dreams
Wings that glimmers in the golden sun
Like the sunshine state where she’s actually from.

It’s been months I met and last saw this Angel
I wish I could meet her again for us to gel
However she kept drifting off like the fragrance of the breeze
Maybe to savour the flowers and the wailing trees
Even though her promises to me she plays on and sways
I pray the heavenly will again send her my way.
She will be my sunshine with a sweetness that won’t end
She will complete my lines and be my closest friend
So I will run with this Rhapsody just to turn my imagination into reality
Expecting her help one day to become a better celebrity
I’m holding on to this single and astonishing feather
Hoping one day to me her special wings she will deliver.


Yommy Bishop..............March 2013

BEYOND THE ORDINARY

Sorrow, tears and blood
Filled every date of my diary
Scattered bodies and souls
Marching their way to the cemetery.
How did it get to this.?
My esteemed Nigerian dream
Our leaders must be sleeping in their plenary
Politicizing the Assembly, playing to the gallery
Wallow and swimming in heresy
Devising mischief and delivering wicked counsel in their seating
Greedy pattern, resources embezzled with no pity


Great pandemonium in the land
Blood sucking Babylonians invaded from behind
Marching gallantly everywhere
Also from sambisa to the FCT
Scattered body parts seen more than twice on the street
Our Armed forces spins, swallowing another pill of defeat
Sorrow, tears and blood, an everyday blog
Fulani herdsmen also killing
Shedding innocent blood with no feelings
Our school boys slained and maimed
By the Babylonians in Zion city gate
Our young girls abducted and restrained
Sold away as sex slaves
Lost in chibok before the crow of the cock
Men in uniform, deceiving and killing in the name of the Lord
Sponsored by the high and mighty
Sabotaging for the purpose of hierarchy
Leading on to the state of Anarchy
Northern monsters feeding on human meat
Callous bastards, aiming for the highest sit.

Let him wear it, he who thinks the cap fits
But remember, uneasy lies the head that wears the Crown
Not to think of sitting on the hot sit.
This is the more reason we need to stand
Stand has a nation and stand in gap
Intercede in prayers and erase the frown
In unison lets fight this battle
Lets cry to God for a brand new Mantle
Even though at present we have a weak and feeble head
Shoeless and Clueless as some have said
But lets pray and put an end to these blood sheds
Lets preach peace and unity by staying together
Lets once again make love with one another.
Only if we can see beyond our nose
The pestilence that has invaded our coast
Then we will see through my diary
That what as befallen us is beyond the Ordinary.


Yommybishop.....©May 2014

MY WET DREAM

Its over a year, still i'm battling with my dream.

So worried i always feel,

Every night i resume my head to sleep.

Looks as if the twinkling is going dim

Or maybe I'm just a step away to win

Maybe I'm too cool to give the sweetest taboo,

Or I'm just being me playing the dreamers fool.

Tonight i cuddle and hold her in my arms,

Kisses her lips and smell the fragrance on her palms.

Her hair cascade like a flowing river

Her sweet voice tweets, giving me reasons to shiver.

Hope and gladness delivered

Courage of my yet to be Cathedral

She's my dream, She's a mystery diva.

In her eyes i see life,

A reason i needed to strive.

By her side i feel warmed,

The reason again and again i will always come.

Her smile gives joy, fascinating like a child's toy.

Her magical steps of sort and her faded looks of coy.

I'm licensed to love,

Oh" what a dream, what a ploy.

By the stream i stand gazing, watching my dream dreaming.

Cold and hazy, crazy and bored as it may seem

Stranded i am, saturated under the weather,

Hopes so high, hoping this emotion won't just wither.

Its raining out here

But with you i have decided to pitch my tent.

Kindly make my dream come true

Its because of you I've been this wet.

Yommybishop.....March 2014

TWINKLE TWINKLE.....

Twinkle twinkle little slut
How I wonder who you are
Up above you smoke so high
And in the club you dance at night.
 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
When Alhaji flaunts the cash
And the Senators come in bash
Then you show your pretty style
Twinkling twinkling in their pants.

Twinkle twinkle little slut
Name one guy you haven’t f*cked
You kissed their lips, you s*cked their balls
And make them feel like a Chinese boss.

Twinkle twinkle all around
Up and down you sleep around
On every lip your name is sound
Cos' you are the diamond in their pants.

When the blazing sun is gone
When the moonlight comes along
Then you turn your body on
Twinkling with guys all through the night.

Twinkle twinkle little slut
Every Sunday you go to church
Dancing and singing to the Lord
But your heart you searchet not
 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Twinkle twinkle little girl
Leave the dark and come to light
Let the Lord save your soul
That your life again can be whole.


 Yommybishop………(c) 2012

A LITTLE TOO LATE (ARSENAL FC.)

In fools paradise they relate
Always fighting back with their second fate
Hopes raised, future fades
Young and restless, yet pedigree derailed
No silver wares, no joy within to bare
To fanatics this is not fair
But to them they enjoy their huge share.

Sold out their best artillery
Prefer fighting with curtlery
What else could this be
They are just playing to the gallery
No wonder he was called a professional in failure
Maybe he needs a success Taylor.

Every year same scenario
Emirate never better than San-Siro
They will always fight back
Ending up in ground zero
Result inconsequential, but the gain is essential
Will dreams ever come true.?
For they are always a little too late to sail through.

by..Yommy Bishop (12/03/14)

GREENLIGHT

All I need is a pen and paper

Give me also the topic and I’m ready to deliver.

I am a poet, I write from my hearths depth,

I don’t care what they think, I am only entertaining my friends and guest.

I express myself to my God everyday including Sundays,

I swear my allegiance to my boss on Mondays

But I always work myself trying to be the best every day,

Overcoming challenges and conquering grounds in every way.

I do what I do not regretting after the rise of the sunlight

I will show you what am capable, only if you can give me the green-light.

Tell me who I am to you, tell me my position.

Tell me if I’m in the game or just on the bench awaiting opposition.

As the coach bring me in and let me show you my skills,

Let me show what am capable of playing on this pitch.

I won’t play you hard like Real-madrid  and Barca,

Not even play you dull like Chelsea and Arsenal.

I will rather play you the United style, avoiding the referee’s card,

Giving you chemistry, an interesting game you won’t forget in a while.

Avoiding hard tackles, playing you from both angles,

Let me dribble and teach you my scissors kick,

Let me strike and score goals they can’t with my power kick.

Baby am good to go, all I need is the Green light.

All I need is my key in the ignition,

To ignite the passion of your engine in the driver’s position.

My right hand on the gear down-shifting in progression,

My left hand wheeling the emotions on the steering to its location,

My legs clutching and gaining acceleration,
My mind focused on the race in anticipation.

All i want is to drive you like the latest “End of Discussion”.

Not slowing down at the zebra crossing,

Not letting pedestrians double-cross as we make the topic they are discussing,

I don’t care what they are saying, cos with you my engine is never over-heating.

Show me the green light and I’m ready to drive with you on many miles.

I’m not hoping for just a while but to bring your heart a merry smile.

I will be glad if you can give me a flash of orange,

Knowing fully well that what’s next is the green light footage,

But what am seeing yet on the stand is the Red light.

Turn it around and my love will forever abound.

All I ever need is the greenlight,

Turning the light in my room up-bright.

Playing R.Kelly’s love song setting the mood right,

Your wish will be my command as i'm ready to be your shinning knight.

Let your eyes be my illumination as you tell me your desire,

Let my hand lead the way to your emotions as I take you a bit higher.

I can write, I can draw, I can cook,

My hand can do so many craft you never imagine in this world even when you look.

All I need is the green-light and I will give you the midas touch,

Make you feel like a Queen in my palace touching you at the right spot,

Taking you on an adventure, moving slowly never in a rush.

Taking you to the peak of your dreams,

Together we will lie by a stream hearing angels play chords on strings.

Show me the light and off we go high singing the heavenly hymns.

Give me the green-light, and I will show you how love should be played,

I will buy you a diamond ring and walk you down the aisle with no delay.

I will usher you into the land of promises, make you a golden bed filled up with roses.

I will make you borders of gold with stud of silvers.

Buy you a golden chariot with an un-ridden stallion,

To take you to the mountain of myrrh and to the hills of frankincense.

I will get you beautiful sapphires you will use in its magnificence.

I will make you a vineyard of fruits:

''Camphire and Spikenard'', ''Calamus and Cinnamon'', ''Saffron and Aloes'',
All for your beauty fragrance.

I will take you in my arms and hold you where you belong,

Make you feel loved everyday and all night long.

All I need is the Green light and I will fly you high to the Moonlight.

Yommybishop.....(The preachers Son)

THE HUNTER.

Hunting is predominantly common in my society,

It is sometimes and most times used to evaluate the strength of a man and to show his vigor and courage.

Hunting has been in existence, since the days of our fore fathers which has now revolutionized from using stones, club, sticks to guns, traps and so many other rationalized social methods of catching a prey.

In my community, at large, every man born from a woman has the basic instinct to hunt, he never need to be taught by his father when he was young.

Mind you as he grows older he naturally has the interest to, because he is a "born hunter".

The way and manner hunting exercise is carried out on the hunting ground varies from the perception of the hunter and the position of the hunted.

Hunters don’t just enter the bush to hunt; they first need to be on a lookout for the bush meat which is equally the prey before deciding on which technique to be used in capturing it.

As we all know, these bush meats come in different shapes, sizes and colour,

while some are naturally endowed and appealing others are just bestowed and alluring.

So, a hunter has to strategize when to make the first move at siting his prey so as to hit target has he prays. 

But Remember, Bush meat are sweet to eat but their bones sometimes can break your teeth.

I am a hunter, a great hunter, I took after my father’s feather, though he is now retired but was once a kegite, he never misfires, always hunting down his desire.

Hunting to me is fun especially when in the midst of friends and co-hunt,

we take hunting to another level but never get caught in the web of the devil.

I have hunted with so many instrument;

Clubs, knives and spears is what I use for my experiment,

But what I cherished most is my 48-calibre rifle which have on it a long telescope fastens.

It travels at a speed of light, hitting the target without a benefit of doubt.

I take my time before aiming, though I first do a series of taming,

I don’t just make a hit at any prey or bush meat roaming within the perimeter of my camping.

But i always go for the best meat, preferable the one clean and neat.

I look through the telescope on my gun

Making sure my aim is bigger before pulling the trigger,

My friends call me a sniper but fans call me the sharp shooter

Cos am no gofer.

Remember I can eat my cake and have it,

I have an eye for good things that’s why my eyes are big and not so thin.

My friends style of hunting is so different.

They are not patient like me, they shoot sporadically at the bush meat irrationally but occasionally they get them hurt emotionally.

Ironically some bush meat are just waiting to be hunted,

They see life as being fun and never want to be taunted,

But after a hunter captures the hunted, 

He now decides maybe its for keep or to skin.

Skinning is the process that most hunters love so much,

It’s the reason many hunter go on a hunt.

Skinning is every hunters delight,

It comes in different method and different light.

The most used method is the roasting and toasting

But most soft minded hunters like me prefer the coasting and hosting

which gives more respect to the bush meat we are chasing.

Roasting a meat is a process that brings about heating and sweating,

It’s a method that brings pleasure and spice to the bush meats and the hunters life.

So also is the Toasting, which is always intoxicating,

Both are processes of energy that brings intimacy and absolute synergy between the hunter and the hunted.

Though our spiritual leaders warn all to desist from the process until they are ready to coast

But it just seems hard for vibrant hunters to cope,

They just want that "sucksexfull prosex" of skinning without spinning.

Often some meat are tough as nails,

They made themselves hard to get for a hunter on raid,

But trust me;

A hunter will always apply his brain to make sure his bush meat is tactically put to chain.

This is the life of a hunter till he gets tired and decides to retire.

Am a hunter and she is the hunted

A bush meat ready to be roasted or hosted,

Even though it is said that;

A day is coming the bush meat will catch the hunter,

But my hunters are never caught napping,

Instead they are always sniping.

THE LIFE OF A GUY ON A LADY.

Yommybishop. (Musings of The Preacher's Son).......2011©

LEGEND OF THE SEEKER 1

I will lift up my eyes unto the heavens,

Thy face oh Lord will I seek in your holy coven

I am a seeker, hoping one day I will be a great speaker.

You told me to seek, that I shall find,

So I seek to find every little thing on my mind.

Firstly I seek for your Mercies and Grace

For you to wash me clean and give me speed in this race

To walk and not be weary, to run and not faint

To fly on Eagles wings and move at a great pace.

I seek for the world’s hidden treasure

I’m ready to seek beyond every possible measure

Taking it step by step without so much pressure

Putting my hope in my one and only saviour,

Who died to wash away my filthy and sinful behaviour,

Not in Zeddicus magical wand, not in Cara the mord-sith power touch

Not even in the power of Orden

But in my redeemer, the mighty one of Jacob, the beginning and end

Maker of all life, the one that doesn’t smoke yet his ever high.

I seek like Richard the old seeker did, fighting along side

Karlyn the beautiful confessor to accomplish.

I seek to be strong and powerful in this land of sin and woe

To have the holy spirit the merciful to guide my little soul.

The comforter to abide with me everywhere 
And to attend to my every care.

I seek for your help Lord in this world to overcome,

To defeat the devil, keeper of the underworld.

My spirit longs for you, my soul thirst for you

As the hart panteth after the water brooks,

so panteth my soul after thee, for the brightness of thy face

and for the fullness of  you God of grace.

Hear oh Lord when I cry with my voice,

Have mercy upon me and answer my painful noise.

Leave me not neither forsake me oh God of my salvation

Teach me thy way and lead me in a plain path so I won’t be put to shame.

Guide me with your eyes into the hall of fame

Set me upon the rock and establish my light on the mountain top.

I seek for your correction from my many mistakes

Your protection Lord I seek everywhere and in everything I partake,

I need your divine direction to guide me all the way

And your instruction at all times to make me win the race

Oh Lord when all looks cloudy and dark,

I need your light to help me make a mark.

Yommybishop.................November 2011

LEGEND OF THE SEEKER 2

I will lift my eyes unto the hills

thy face oh Lord will i seek on my knees

I am a seeker, i lift up my voice to my maker

you told me to seek, that i shall find

so i seek to find every little thing on my mind.

I seek Lord for a beautiful partner to be my bride

To compliment me in all ways and forever be by my side

For me to love & cherish my Virtous woman as she becomes my pride.

Who would be to me a pillar not a caterpillar

Who would be a catalyst not a Catastrophe

For her to be good mother not a desperate house wife

For us to leave a corporate life in a surrounding with no housefly

Cos he who finds a wife, finds a good thing and obtaineth favour.

Let me be favoured oh Lord, take away my heavy labour.

I seek to be planted by the rivers of water

To bring forth my fruits at the right time and my leaves not to wither,

For your blessings to be upon me so I won’t borrow

Cos its only your blessing that maketh rich and add no sorrow.

I seek to create my own business empire

Bishop & Knight’s  is my dream and the business i so much desire

To be greater than the people I worked for and people that got me inspired

To be the best in the things I found myself doing every hour.

I seek for wisdom the principal thing to make me outstanding in everything

To make me great in my profession with total submission,

To be a great writer and speaker, if that’s what will make a true seeker

And to have an Attitude of Gratitude and giving as I ride to a higher Altitude.

Lastly Lord I seek to serve you with everything you give unto me,

To work for you in your vineyard and be fishers of men to the courtyard

To be a great hunter of soul and for the gospel by me to be told.

One thing have I desired of the Lord,

That I will seek after,

That I may dwell in the house of the Lord

All the days of my life,

To behold the beauty of the Lord

And inquire in his temple.

I am a seeker, the son of the maker
The earthly son of the Preacher

So I seek for all these to find.

IN JESUS NAME I seek……….(AMEN)

Yommybishop.......November 2011