Poetic Soul Provider

promoting Healing through Love that we may Live








About Acholam Birago
Truths lie dormant at the core of our character, suppressed by life's daily journey, repressed by fear's false declaration of power. Their dormancy causes our spirit to sleep in the bed of deception with restlessness as a detriment to the heart. Awakened by God through trial and admonition, Acholam Birago travels through the tunnels of the soul unearthing the purpose planted by the Husbandman in the hearts of His people.Acholam Birago, a name of stability, humility, and victory. A name derived from the lands of Africa, kissed by the Nigerian sun, defined by the tribe of Ibo. A name tagged with a charge to deliver a message to love's vacant territory.

Wisconsin-born, Birago spent the first twelve years of his life in the projects of Milwaukee with his mother and siblings. Chicago became a second home as frequent visits to his grandmother, “Ma” warmed his heart with aged wisdom and meals that could only be cooked by the ol' school. Relocation to his father's house gave parental rights to the streets of Los Angeles which instilled its own wisdom into his thirteen year old mind.

With the Word as his guide, love as his landscape, and poetry as his vehicle, Birago delivers a message of restoration. His poetry motivates men to move in God, inspires them to proceed in purpose, and empowers them to enrich the lives of others. Inspired by the blossom of character in children, motivated by their struggle under the roofs of conflicted custodians, he strives to restore the love into the hearts of others as God intended. Reaching men and women within their respective roles, Birago pierces the heart, exposing the wounds, so that God may heal.

Thoughts Within

Acholam Birago
I often wonder what will happen
will it ever be the same
My mind is blank, My body is numb,
yet my heart is filled with lots of pain
Anger rushes throughout my soul
feeling as though I’m losing control
Laughter hides the lonely tears within
caused by a loved one or even a friend
Sleepless nights await my bedside
as I toss and turn trying to find my pride
Life has taken a sudden turn
that I no longer understand
When it's all over I pray to God
I will be a stronger man
Another day has come
Another night has gone
Still no place to hide ~ Nowhere to run
I find myself in the world all alone
Afraid to love ~ No one to call my own
Where do I turn ~~ What do I do
I now ask questions I once knew.

Acholam Birago/your Poetic SoulProvider



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