A lost soul
The lost soul I was born and transferred to my grandma, Grandma clothed and feed me with Christianity. A young bright prospect to move forward the ministry. But growing up I lost it all My eyes become red and lips become tired. Death pay grandma a visit And I moved in with my parents, there it all started. Mom was a christian by name. Dad was a Muslim but also the same. My journey with Christ kiss a stop. I tried practicing Islam but couldn't not. I tried to be Islamised But my hands can't hold the doctrines. my soul is compromised and vacant. This vaccum led me to be plundering just like the Vikings did in those days. Just like Peter have denied God countless times and like the people of Jew have help crucified his son. Two captains in a canoe, Which one should I follow. This is prisoners dilemma theory. Now am in a stage of lacuna cos I don't know which way to go. Now tell me who am I? A lost soul? Agunbiade