My First Love
My first love is kinda strange,
Judge me not as deranged.
For when I was born, she stood tall and older,
Already adored by men much bolder.
But the warmth she gave, so tender and bright,
Outshone the lanterns in East End at night.
Her mountains curved, her waterfalls streamed,
Cascading down like a poet’s dream.
Dripping from caves and cisterns wide,
A beauty no heart could set aside.
Golden shores with a sandy smile,
Lush soil so rich, so fertile.
A queen once envied far and near,
In her prime, she shone so clear.
She holds my heart, my passion burns,
For her, I’d fight, take all my turns.
Head over her hills, I fell with grace,
She flirts, yet never leaves a trace.
J6 was a bother,
So I left for another, gentle like my mother.
Now in jealousy and rage, she weeps,
While men with guns and riches dig her deep.
Mumu boys, on cocaine highs,
Scarred her deep with reckless lies.
They dropped their loads and left behind,
A maze of pain for us to find.
Born of the ghetto, she lost her peace,
Yet in my soul, her light won’t cease.
Her beauty still ignites my fire,
Mature yet fierce, she won’t retire.
Fit and fresh, her spirit free,
She speaks to the wild inside of me.
Though we’ve grown and paths are shown,
My love for her is deeply sewn.
To hold her close is more than a dream,
For she remains—Sierra Leone supreme.
Yesterday I Slipped
My God, yesterday I slipped.
I fell so hard, my grip unzipped.
But it wasn’t just a stumble or fall,
The enemy struck—I lost it all.
I let my guard down, I played the pawn,
The battle raged from dusk till dawn.
Dear Lord, I’m human, weak at times,
Yet every path has different climbs.
Some live to steal, to kill, to rob,
But I to heal, to feel, to cheer a sob.
Different journeys, yet all the same,
Split by choices, tribe, and name.
Born to live and bound to die,
I chase my purpose, reaching high.
The goal is honor, shunning shame,
Yet tests in private stake their claim.
Without Your grace, I stand in vain,
But wallow not—I break the chain.
If I fall six, I’ll rise the seventh,
By Your strength, I’ll step toward heaven.
And if I fail, Lord, guide me still,
That I may walk within Your will.
Tomorrow, when I rise anew,
Let me recall what yesterday knew.
Let my steps be firm, my path be lit,
To know which turns and traps to quit.
So help me, God, to stand and fight,
And walk today in holy light.
Nick Asgill is a Creative content producer with a passion for developing African culture stories and youth talent in Africa and the Diaspora entertainment spaces. Born and raised in Sierra Leone, Nick found his way into the entertainment industry in London through the “Prince's Trust” Urban Voices program and was mentored by Nigerian entertainment trailblazer JJC Skillz. Nick holds a Bachelor degree in Media Production and has won awards in related fields.