Ikechukwu frank

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  ONE EYE OR TWO? By Ikechukwu Frank They told him, “Slow down. Accept reality. Life does not give second chances.” But somewhere between the hospital corridor and the silent midnight tears, a stubborn voice kept rising like fire refusing rain. Not today. Not this way. Not while breath still lives in me. The world is full of people walking with one eye open. One eye on fear. One eye on failure. One eye on yesterday’s wounds. One eye on the opinions of men. One eye on statistics, rejection, delay, and pain. They dream carefully. Love carefully. Pray carefully. Hope carefully. Because disappointment has taught them to shrink their expectations. So they build small lives inside large possibilities. They survive but never soar. They exist but never burn. They breathe but never believe. And heaven watches, waiting for someone brave enough to open both eyes. The woman in the crowded street opened both eyes. While others saw impossibility, she touched tomorrow with trembling hands. The sh...

  THE TWO MARKS OF DECEPTION By Ikechukwu Frank They came with polished shoes And perfected smiles. With microphones in their hands And kingdoms in their eyes. They knew how to move a crowd, How to bend emotions, How to turn fear into offerings And pain into profit. They spoke softly about heaven While secretly building empires on earth. They lifted holy hands in public But stretched greedy fingers in private. This is not merely a poem. It is an alarm bell in the night. A cry for discernment In a generation drowning in appearances. Because deception no longer walks naked. It now wears designer suits, Quotes wisdom fluently, And says “God said” When greed is speaking. Some stood behind pulpits With eyes that wandered like hunters in darkness. Not searching for souls— But searching for weakness. Searching for vulnerable hearts, Lonely daughters, Broken women, Confused followers Looking for light. And many never noticed Because charisma distracted them. The voice sounded powerful. The...