THE GOD THAT DIDN’T LET ME BREAK

Ayomide Raji

Biography: Raji Ayomide Olaitan, known as King of Rhymes, is a Nigerian poet, spoken word artist, author, animator, and certified drone pilot. He grew up in the jungle city known as ajegunle. He is the Founder/CEO of King of Rhymes Poetry Hub and TechRise Coding Hub, platforms dedicated to empowering young creatives and training youths in digital and tech skills. He serves as the Global Teenage Tribe Leader of the African Writers Tribe, where he mentors and inspires young writers across Africa. His work blends poetry, storytelling, animation, and digital creativity to deliver powerful, emotional, and visually engaging art. King of Rhymes is a voice, a movement, and a rising force in African creativity. Subscribe. Listen. Feel. Rise.

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Monday 8 December 2025

THE GOD THAT DIDN’T LET ME BREAK

Praise the Lord!

I said PRAISE… the… LORD!

If you know say from January reach December, God no allow your name enter RIP list…

If you know say na God hold your life when challenges wan hold you

Praise the Lord

Today… I did not come to give a poem,

I came to give evidence.

Evidence that God still carries people

Even when life tries to drag them low.

See… this year showed me flames,

But God showed me favour.

This year tried to press me,

But God stretched me.

This year tried to scatter me,

But God gathered me.

I stand here… not as a perfect man,

But as a preserved man.

Not as someone who had it all,

But as someone who God held when everything tried to fall.

Because when my strength said “I’m tired,”

Grace said, “Shift, make I drive.”

When my faith whispered, “I no fit,”

Mercy replied, “But I can.”

I came to say THANK YOU.

Not the casual “thank you” we shout when we win small things…

I mean the kind that comes from surviving storms people thought would drown you.

The kind that comes from God saying:

“I know your beginning, I wrote your ending…

Relax, I’m inside your story.”

I thank God for battles I never had to fight,

Doors I didn’t knock before they opened,

Roads I didn’t plan before He cleared,

And blessings I didn’t qualify for

But heaven stamped “APPROVED.”

If no be God…

Where I for dey?

Who I for be?

How I for stand?

But mercy stood where strength failed.

So today…

I lift my voice, not because everything is perfect,

But because God is faithful.

Not because I have it all,

But because the One who owns it all calls me His own.

I am here to say:

Thank You for the mountains,

Thank You for the valleys,

Thank You for the lessons,

And Thank You for the lifting.

If you see me shining,

No be camera light

Na God light.

If you see me standing,

No be legs

Na grace wey hold me tight.

This is not performance…

This is gratitude on fire.

This is testimony wrapped inside poetry.

This is me saying:

Lord, for all You’ve done,

For all You’re doing,

And for all You’re about to do…

THANK YOU.

Because truly…

I am the boy You didn’t let break.

I am the story You’re still writing.

And I am the testimony

That Your goodness never runs dry.

Happy Thanksgiving.

To God, be all the glory.

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