We all are slaves

Slaves to our very selves

Serving ‘gods’ of our own creation

Tangled up in abomination

Doing these acts give a certain satisfaction

Be it fornication or masturbation

Acts that warrant the harshest condemnation

Yet it’s the norm, the generation’s conformation

To the Christians a great test

Conforming to the world is fate

Preaching water while putting wine to taste

And the question of living chaste

There is peace in denouncing our ‘gods’

Joy even in heaven-it beats worldly odds

Glory and honor to the one true God it accords

And before men sets straight the records

Listen to the still small voice

That talks you out of your choice

It’s the only sure invoice

That’ll buy your freedom, you’ll rejoice

The voice is the Holy Spirit

He works in us our sins to convict

Warning us of acts secret

And works in us always to correct

Johnson Mwakazi’s story an inspiration

His life to many an admiration

Had to undergo an intrapersonal confrontation

For a complete and permanent transformation

Strive therefore to make a difference

In your life purity is of essence

On matters health practice temperance

And let glory be to God in reverence