Insecure with God
The story of David and Goliath was my best story, from the list of a thousand stories, told unto us by teacher Francis then in children church.
I was flummoxed at how David, the hero in that story; a young boy as described by teacher Francis, slayed the furry giant, Goliath with Just a catapult and a stone.
I wondered whether it was the same catapult we used then, to chase Lizards, Squirrels and birds that broke into our domain and dared to be seen.
We were taught many things by teacher Francis. He was skilled at painting the story so well, such that I could recapitulate, word for word before my parent and friends.
Now grown, I discovered that many of the story he told, was designed to feed our interest, please our senses, lure us closer to God by hear say!
The sad fact was not emphasized, the pain in obedience wasn't pointed out.
We weren't told that in the Journey to God, bliss is gain and pain greater gain! and that the fire and the flood would still be found on the same road!
We weren't told that we ought believe in Gods word, whether or not we have a collateral. Whether or not we get a sign.
So, when the lord muttered to you "Jump I'll catch you" since the ocean seemed clear to your senses, you wouldn't dare!
With Him who muttered to you, "Jump I'll catch you," you do not have a track record, so you doubt the potency of His power, in spite of the fact that you've heard great tales about Him!
You're insecure in your relationship with God, because your believe is based either on hearsay or what you were told (like the childhood stories).
Over the years, you haven't built strong convictions by seeking God personally.
Daily digging up scriptures by the help of the Holy spirit and let those experience become anchors for your ship, when tempest roars!
Hearsay or people's story are first theirs. You only get inspired by them and motivated to build yours.
Your insecurities in God, is as a result of not knowing (experientially)the person of God.
How less you know, say a lot about how much you fear!
For God can be everything to a person that knows to a great depth his person.
This is the reason why you couldn't jump, knowing that He will certainly catch you!
Real life situation are confronted by convictions not hearsay!
You're ignorance of Gods person, amount to insecurity, doubt and disobedience!
Seek personal encounters!
Seek the baptisms of the Holy ghost!
Seek Intimacy with God!
Trust God's integrity!
A Sonnet Titled "Don't Look Down"
Take to your heart thy father's sound advice,
So thy names be written, up the sky.
Give not to old success' room to entice,
If the whole heavens, is thy plan to buy.
Run out swift and quickly from comfort soft;
The beckons to slumber; to butter and ease.
Brace thy heels further, no matter the cost
The broken hedges, the borrowed fees!
If so told, that you fell off this sayings,
Not so! that thou looked to past wins.
For her kiss pushes great men to
Singing,
Whilst the harvest dance is yet to begin!
Still set thy goals, towards the yellow sun,
Though in climbing, thou might miss the sole fun.
Am I A Rapist?
*Be today a honest jury*
*As I lay to your verdict, my fate!*
*It's to me an innocent darkened story*
*My conscience bears guilt's weight.*
*Decide and declare if I'm guilty or free!*
*For being in the middle, makes me sick!*
*Life is nothing without a perfect peace*
*Living without paying guilt's fees*
*All I've got are the black memories*
*I can't say, I made a choice.*
*Childhood indeed covered my thinking*
*and I was out committing' unknown felonies.*
*I was then only twelve*
*And my cutie five years less!*
*I recalled playing daddy and mummy*
*as I laid my hands on her tummy!*
*Going slowly downward, my fingers pressed!*
*She smiled, she hugged tighter*
*I shamelessly went further!*
*It became a daily routine*
*Until I turned thirteen!*
*The memories of playing hide and seek*
*Makes me dirty and sick!*
*Oh that I could rewrite this crime*
*committed in innocence.*
*How I wish I was then sane!*
*For I wouldn't have soil her innocence*
*I wouldn't have forfeited my pride*
*I'm afraid she bound in traumas!*
*I'm scared her wounds are fresh!*
*I want to know about her fairings!*
*I doubt if she's whole!*
*Judge me jury*
*I know thou at ready!*
*Though guilty in innocence*
*You need reach my depth of regrets!*
*Be not quick*
*to render your verdict.*
*Recall also thy childhood days*
*If you had control of all dealings*
*Then call my plead fables!*
I'm drowning in love
I'm drowning in love dear mother!
Dare not to become my Savior.
My heart melts for a funny Mister
But I know not his name.
I'm drowning in love dear mother!
Thy teachings are falling away.
Awaiting his notice takes longer
Can I play the man?
I'm drowning in love dear mother!
lost daily in painting dreams,
I wish he takes me as a lover!
Even though I'll have to share.
I'm drowning in love dear mother!
Seeking his consuming gaze
He seems to me much nicer,
than a charming prince!
I'm drowning in love dear mother!
I'm searching for my feet
It violets my retraining order,
And dashes towards him!
I'm drowning in love dear mother!
With a man who isn't rich
His words makes him costlier,
Than thousands of gems!
I'm drowning in love dear mother
Are you happy for me?
I foresee a perfect father!
To him, I wish I could tell!
I'm drowning in love dear mother!
May I win his heart!
Send also thy groans and prayer
Say it loud at night!
Born to Fly
You were born to fly
Whether or not you've got wings
Set your gaze upon the sky
No matter what each day brings
Life' s like the eye of a needle
As narrow as it may be
Never get stuck in the middle
Push through till you're free
It's rough and tough today
And you seem to faint in the plight
But then, come what may
You got to win in the fight
Learn the art of brick laying
Against those who throw stones
Stretch your wings and keep flying
Let nothing brake your bones
Like the stars that twinkle at night
Up above the world so high;
You too can reach that height
For you were born to win - to fly!
A Shadow of You
DEAR LOVER,
A shadow of "You"
passes by, more often these days!
Could you state clearly
The last time you saw "You"?
Did you find "You" after
the luring smiles
thrown at you?
Were "You" intact
after biting
the sumptuous pie
downtown!
Or when
he held thy hand
subtly, at the cinema?
Letting the currents of lust
gush and overwhelmed thy soul!
Was it about the hug
that lasted longer than usual.
Thereafter you bore him in thy thoughts,
Yet, couldn't get enough!
I'm sure you saw "You"
Just before you paid him a visit.
But did you forfeit "You"
under his bed of roses
Or shrouded in the promises he uttered!
Do well to bring "You" back!
For I miss "You"
I'm sure you miss "You" too!
DEAR WORKER,
Where at You?
It pleased "You"
that you got a job.
Why then did you sale "You,"
to keep the job!
You dare deny?
Before you changed the figures!
Before you paid for the raise!
Did "You," not object?
You yielded to the
honey dripping words of thy boss!
The weakening Shavers,
In those forbidden words.
The pleasure; The interest
was all in the trade of "You."
We miss "You!"
She Worth's more
than the Job!
I know you miss "You" too!
DEAR BRETHREN
Remember thy early days!
Did you find "You"
during quiet time today?
Thou serves well
from my judgement
and have won
a supple place in my heart!
But I can't find the old "You."
The "You" whose desires that burns
Unquenchable in rumbles!
The "You" that spent hours in thick romance!
Robbing His tender feet!
Resting on His chest!
In times when you
had nothing to say
You told tales of your day,
And asked
of how His days' routine was like!
I know He misses "You"
And you miss him too!
DEAR MARRIED
I know you love your spouse,
But give "You" some time!
Thou art fading away
And thy peace withers like flax.
Thy neck bears full yoke
Which increases daily.
Vision seems darkened
And thy cares heavy!
Take now thyself
to thy closet nearby,
And groan
till you find the "You" in there!
I know you miss "You!"
We miss "You" too!
Layers of Secret
The strata of secrets
Found in the cleft of thy heart,
Has made freedom soar
Into the dark clouds,
to rain upon thee
Hailstones of depression.
Thou at left with
a skeleton of you,
Cloned carefully with
pounds of lies and
ambience of deceit.
Your simplicity
traveled to the moon.
Revealing thy decay
only at seasoned night;
Those travailing nights
when there are no eyes to please!
Thy tongue seeks
an escape route by
uttering appealing lies,
which entangles much more
than stolen pleasure!
Thou at been declared
a willful prisoner by
the pungent secrets
Hidden behind those smiles!
A tale of thy being abuse by demons:
Blood sucking,
Makes thy body shivers at noonday
A tale of thy struggles at night
the constant nightmare
Thy eating of flesh
and dinning in a lake.
A tale of time spent
With thy sister's husband
the betraying cuddles
and numerous give away!
A tales of thy lost womb
A tale of thy talisman;
The purchased favor oil
The sacrifice; thy doted tongue.
A tale of thy drowning
In addictions and thy
Secret plead for a savior!
Has made you look
like a humming young bird
beaten by the rain!
Cast now away the coals
laying in strata's below!
And If the truth
prices thy life!
Thou must have won
a moment of peace!
and a true life beyond!
Thy condition is critical
And thou at non living!
Take away the layers of secret
and live again!
The Principle of Reflection
There are nine basic planets according to science. The earth holds the third position, awarded by her nearness to the sun.
Some of these planets own satellites e.g. Saturn with twelve satellite.
The earth is fortunate to own just one satellite called "the moon."
Science tell of the moon being without a light of its own, in contradiction to what the Bible says "that God made two great light; The sun to rules by day and the moon to rule by night." I'm not trying to proof science wrong!
In science perspective, when the moon is position where a bit of sun ray hits it: it reflects the rays on the region of the earth experiencing her night.
In summary, the moon is hit by rays from the sun and the amount of rays reflected, are read by a region of the earth as either half or full moon.
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Also, made up in The Trinity is God The Father, God The Son, And God The Holy Spirit.
In Theology, the principle of reflection speaks of The Son, reflecting and glorifying the person of The Father; The Holy Spirit in partnership with Man reflecting and glorifying the person of The Son.(boom!)
The Holy Spirit in Partnership with Man Reflecting and glorifying The Son.
The very aim of Christ death was not just the blotting out sin, but to introduce a system wherein man can live above sin; reflecting and glorifying the person of The Son.
That System is the Holy Spirit! Introduced when Jesus first breathe on the disciple(John 20:22) and much more upon them on the day of Pentecost(Act 2).
"There is now therefore no condemnation...who walks not after not the flesh but after the spirit"(Roman 8:1).
The lack of condemnation, is for those who walk after the spirit.
For as many as are led by the Spirit are automatically ordained Sons of God.
The victory is walking after the Spirit.
Beware that He defiles every activity of the flesh! It means you're saying to The Holy Spirit "determine my course." He abrupt planned strategies and goals.
Haven't you heard that a man lead by the Spirit is like the wind.
No man can tell his direction... Smiles.
Obadiah pleaded with Elijah, " As I go, the Spirit of God will take you away, and the king will have my head."(1kings 18:12).
His dual goal is to make you reflect the son and have men glorify Him.
This Task is only possible in a strong partnership with the person and the system of the Holy Spirit.
A Demon in Beauty
You've gone lost
In beholding her beauty,
Blameless and fair gentleman from the east.
If beauty doesn't tell lies,
There would be need to call for a feast:
To have friends sit at meat.
For thou would be liken to a favored miner,
Who found great treasures
in ancient caves.
If beauty doesn't beguile
Luring to a path of death;
A path with loads of pleasures,
The path with many tourist.
She would be to you like an empire, and
Thou would plunged
Into a meeting of Kings and sit in their midst.
I warn thee!
Take no further step,
Blameless and fair gentleman
from the east.
For there exist decay in beauty
Like there's hate in love.
The clouded evil shall eat thee up,
Making a story of thee;
Told unto heeding ears.
I warn thee again!
Proceed no further!
Breathe not her alluring fragrance.
it's to your soul enticing and again addictive.
Like a worm's bait, for the unlucky catch.
Her words concocts thy mind
Her laughter is sonorous, like the wailing of many entrapped soul.
I warn thee go not further!
Doomed Gentleman!
All the way from the east.
I see that thou had found solace In her eyes.
Does her gaze not pierce thy soul?
Does her kisses not make thy knees tremble?
Is it to you just pleasurable?
Do you not lay bare, forbidden secrets upon her thigh without compulsion?
Why would you sell thy birthright for just a touch, and thy breathe for few thrust?
When thy soul reaches hades, then thou shall understand thy crime!
Sing to the doomed gentleman
his funeral songs,
For we pray to find his corpse after he's gone.
And when he's gone, let not eyes mourn,
But only to keep her watch!
For If our gentleman is gone,
another shall yet follow his trail!
Ojuju Calabar
The evening is here again,
and the children are out to play.
They form a large circle,
And their chanting resonates.
Kpanpangolo! kpangolo!
Around a circle of peers,
Kpanpangolo! Kpangolo!
The Lion roars so loud.
Kpanpangolo! Kpangolo!
He chases after the goat.
Kpanpangolo! kpangolo!
The crowd raises tempo.
Kpanpangolo! kpangolo!
The Lion catches his prey.
Kpanpangolo! kpangolo!
The Lion gets the cheers.
Everyone gladly took turns
playing Kpanpangolo;
Acting the Lion and the goat.
Sounds of happy cheers
Beclouds their young minds,
As the night catches them in time.
Hurray! For their play just begun!
The night threw in special spice of much more interesting adventure!
So mothers' beckons'
falls on deaf ears,
and fathers' threats are watered in seconds.
If not that "Ojuju Calabar" was
being mentioned,
Dawn should have met them there.
A Solution to the insisting child,
A halting key to her cries at night.
While she throws herself into the fire and water, demanding your unwilling consent.
Mention "Ojuju Calabar" and see her behave.
Concerning the child who trails you here and there.
Becoming an unnecessary load upon your head.
Whilst she wails to follow you suit.
Tell her about "Ojuju Calabar" presence on the road,
And watch her transform to a sober child.
A fear upon the fearless breed,
Whose hand lands on everything
and legs travels everywhere.
Present "Ojuju Calabar" in her destination!
And you're sure of an immediate retreat!
Ojuju Calabar
The children's nightmare!
The mystic Scarry masquerade
that punishes stubborn children
with cane!
Though he never existed,
He does in the minds of cradles.
If so you seek a tranquil moment;
Just shout "Ojuju Calabar"
And watch the magic take place.
Stuck
The silent bitter cry,
The painful groans in the dark,
The slippery path that thou does ply,
An endless journey to embark.
A profound hate in love,
A faithful steward to death,
Sincere repentance in words,
A soul tied to a stake.
Times when arms failed,
When will stood no chance.
Times when advice failed;
When counsel lost her strength,
Soon after boasting of might,
Thou goes crumbling again!
A breeding lust in desires,
A trap covered with passion,
The bounds and chains unseen,
These are the plight of an addict!
There are moments of regrets,
Immovable lorries of resolutions,
Bidden laws, worn on thy wrist,
But then, thou at down again!
In trials and struggles,
Thou lends ego a voice,
And when Help walks up thy lane,
Thou still saith "it is well."
How is it well with thee,
When hell awaits thy arrival?
How is it well with thee,
Whilst thou at stuck in the mud?
I'm stuck! I'm stuck!
Scream at the top of thy voice.
I'm stuck! I'm stuck!
Let help finally reach thee!
And God's grace raise thee!
Love Saga
Birds chirp and ask you to take me along
Let there be thirst for love and let our love grow. Listen to what my heart echoes. Let the time stand still and while love makes us alive.
The life I live all these years had no value. But now I want to live for you. I made a pact with my heart. I will be born a hundred times for you.
I will write our love saga on the skies. Let us be together for the rest of our lives. Being in love is so lovely.
Strange Dealings
"Man know thyself" one of the wisest proverb I've heard in a rowdy world like ours.
A world that works on a system that promotes greed and unhealthy competition, making wealth creation through any means (good or bad) primary.
A world that has refused to teach process, belittles mind blowing attempt or effort, but lie eager for results.
Most persons seems to be pressured into a trend, which of course the destination is wealth creation (that which our world celebrates).
Most persons seems to be pressured into taking actions, because the discover their peers, age mate, friends and mentors are doing same, whether good or bad.
Understand that every man on earth has a unique purpose in the general purpose.
So mine might be far apart from yours or closely related to yours. it varies.
The path to purpose, the plans to arrive purpose, the strategies to achieving purpose, the demands to stay on purpose and the sacrifices for the achieving purpose, might be similar or totally different and strange.
This is why it is wrong to make a doctrine out of someone's experience or walk with God. Seek God for yourself and find thy path.
***MAN KNOW THYSELF***
Walk according to the direction of the Holy Ghost respecting timings and seasons, not according to trends or what is expected.
Your dealing with God might be very uncommon, and in the midst of friends and peers you become so strange. Its fine! Brace up! Trust God!
At 25, you should be in a serious relationship along with your peers, but the Lord is silent and if you dare attempt, your peace elopes!
At 25, you should own your House, a business or something fruitful, but your growth is sluggish compared to your friends. Hmmm strange dealings!
While you wait and ask "what next Lord?" He replies "keep waiting."
And you ask "How long Lord?" and He goes silent. Strange dealings!
Even in the good thing, your not permitted to do most! If you attempt, your peace elopes. Strange dealings!
Hold fast, do not be in a haste! if God doesn't send us forth, waiting upon him is a worthy purpose!
Hunter hunt!!!
I woke up every morning to build my hunting skills
I oil my hunting rifle before I move to kill
My wife will have to peck me with an amazing smiles
The warmness of her breath will tick with me for an hour
I pray to God for favor as my prey will be unflavored
I wear my boot of safety and with me a bag of Amor
Oh, now I feel am gallant and I never pray for wisdom
I lead myself alone and I trusted in my rifle
Slowly her peck is vanishing and deeply her memories zooms
Back then in the 90's she said she likes the dove and up here on the mountain behold I saw a dove
Abraham could only see but he didn't touch.
I feel I could beat his record so I keep on ticking
The dove will have to fly and I will have to fire
Behold, I take the shot and straightly I get the dove
I jumped with excitement to get it, behold I dropped below my level
And my eyes where open then I recalled that below was a valley.
Always pray for wisdom
Not all open doors are favor
Some are trap.
The Future Is Gone
Is the African child no more a blessing,
Coming from the heavens so high?
Is he no more the melodious melody,
That sings upon the parents heart,
Making the dark gloom fly?
Is he no more a true sign of fruitfulness,
Wherein they are assured that their God sail their course,
And has approved their union?
Is he not priceless and most adorable,
While they think of him as their improved version?
My eyes has beheld the evading beauty of childhood,
Curled away in covers of poverty.
My heart bleeds while walking through my hood,
Seeing a child been given a heart of a man,
Whilst the man slumbers at home
with the hands of a child;
Commanding, coercing, sending him to the wild.
And yet they sit from dawn to night,
Just in topmost expectations counting through their barns.
The African child dwells in the street,
But cannot feed from his strivings.
His toiling are like the rainfall in July;
Ceaseless, insistent and unduly.
He sleeps in the trench,
And in the gutters he finds peace.
He fights ideology, opinions, home pressure and abuse solely.
He sweats in the morning,
Cries at noon,
And shivers in evening.
He is taught boldness as revenge,
And resilience in a combat.
He is like an opened field,
With no gate, no resistance;
He is totally susceptible.
He wears reproach like a garments,
And pain on his wrist.
He is dead though breathing,
But who would he tell?
He bears hidden wounds,
Sustained while fighting abuse and opinions.
The bullets of curses,
That pulls him to the ground,
The thrown darts targeted at his dreams and ambition,
All giving him the notion that life will always be a mess,
And he is irredeemable;
For he's into a unique slavery,
approved by a suppose father.
Yet, we only watch to see the future die away,
How sad!
If the African child is in such gross penury,
Africa's future is in shambles;
For the future we wish for,
Is the now we all live.
Footsteps In My Heart
I hear many footsteps of thoughts,
Strolling up and down my reins.
They tread with of laudable various tempo,
Yet, each seem to have her full day.
Times they trample hard to raise notes of worries,
Other times move faintly, to keep my heart still.
When I find them in my dreams,
They come with faces, in acts and scenes.
Some seem so beautiful, but with dubious intent,
Some look fairly bright with happy tidings,
But their storylines is what I must note,
To either entertain or drive them from time.
These footsteps sometimes come to life,
As I find them hording in my acts.
Not as though I planned to do so,
Just that in thinking I become so!
Now, I scream to silent the odd ones I hear,
That some day, I might not give to them life.
Define For Us No More
What/who is your reference? i.e. if you even have one.
In the pursuit of any goal, one need to have a reference; a standard, an example or a glimpse of what you're looking for.
It is on this note that you can access your efforts: are you conforming to your reference or are you nothing compared to your dreams.
It is not a cliche to say that the path you take, determines the result you get.
"Now then we are ambassadors for Christ..." 2Corith 5:20
If therefore we are ambassadors(originally not from here) then, we have a perfect reference "HEAVEN(our origin)
Your dealings, goals, dreams pursuit, desire should look like the heaven reference.
What ever is not permitted in heaven should not permitted in your life.
Heaven should indeed be your model! Oh yes!
All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness:
That the man of God may be perfect, thoroughly furnished unto all good works. 2 Tim 3:16-17
Unto All good works!
Christian, enough of allowing the world, define for you. The world is not your reference, Christ is!
The Scriptures are written for doctrine, reproof, correction and instructions.
This is enough for you! Remember that we are ambassadors, God's own representative!
In following the world's path, you can only become, the world. And there's nothing good about this world!
All that's in the world is the lust of the flesh, lust of the eye and the pride of life.
When social media handles have become counseling grounds for many Christian. Where are we heading!
When worldly celebrities have become our models on dressing! Where are we heading!
When gospel music artist composes their piece from the secular songs! Where are we heading!
You desire your spouse to be spirit filled with a touch of cardi b or Burna boy spec ( you're already lost)
You're getting married, you have your model of marriage and have many read books etc. Yet, you do not know what God says about marriage? Why won't your home stagger!
We follow trends, like our being depends on it, but when last did we spend time with God.
We are becoming nothing close to our reference (Heaven/Christ).
Lets arise! Discipline ourselves and say No!
Let the world no more define for us! For Gods word is able to thoroughly finish us unto all good works.
Sail Your Boat
Sail your boat towards tomorrow,
On the deep blue sea of life.
Though storms lay an ambush for you,
Onward your boat should always row.
Sail your boat towards tomorrow,
Sail it willingly with your hands paddling.
Think of fruitful Greenland's fro,
Let your mind not be weary in seeing.
Sail your boat towards tomorrow,
Understand you may not arrive soon.
Although the tempest shall indeed roar;
Let your peace be kept intact.
Sail your boat towards tomorrow,
Open your ears to the soft whispers.
Let your heart lead you through,
Keep the future in your view.
Sail your boat towards tomorrow,
Raise your head above the wave.
Be in your boat a patient fellow,
Though times may lose value.
The World Has Gone Mad
Racing onward at scalar,
Our dear world has gone gaga.
She wraps her fullness to her back,
Leaps the hills and roams places dark.
She wears a black morning gown
Appearing dirty and down.
The world has gone mad!
I wish you know so.
She dances on hearing wrong judgement,
But scorns honest achievement.
She scavenges for vices in the heart,
And sings to them sweet patriotic songs,
But then sits upon virtue and farts,
And demeans them with abusive words.
Our dear world has gone mad,
Who shall cure the world?
She climbed and sat on the clouds,
And gained entertainment watching evil,
She makes welcome deceptive vows,
And prepares sumptuous meals for demons.
She laughs loud at midnight,
And jumps for joy at twilight.
The world has gone mad!
I hope you see so.
She sold a dark greed to mankind,
And they purchased it with their lives.
Their cravings lured them to bloody mines,
And they made great wealth with slaying knives.
She has made them forget their love ones
For she fines dear no one.
The world has gone mad!
I pray you see so.
She yells at the godly,
and lays at ambush a snare.
She drags into fire their bodies,
But their souls transfigures and glares.
She hides her treasures in the oceans,
And watches her seekers helplessly drown.
The world has gone mad,
Can you not see?
She stays more often in darkness,
And roars with furry at light.
She sings in the markets,
And trades on people's right.
She calls the indecent "models,"
But the decent, "unkempt".
She calls the patient fellows "dawdler,"
And smiles on hearing the diligent weep.
The world has gone mad,
What should we do?
Let's find a cure for our world,
For her decay is deep.
Her wounds freshly bleeds,
And I find her attractive figure curled.
Her beauty fades away like a reed,
She's bossy and out of course.
Find me a physiatrist for the world,
Name me a physician to call,
This is to me so grievous,
But I'll like to suggest Jesus.
Worn-out Bride
The moon was there while the evening sprayed,
Dancing with her spices around them all;
It was strong, intoxicating,
Families left drunk of love they brewed.
He took an oath of the breeze,
Promised it will be better than this.
Father said he was too sure,
Mother echoed, "it was revealed",
Neighbors also affirmed
that he was an answered prayer.
A gentleman indeed!
The subject of maiden's gossip,
Flattery anteed,
They rendered their palaver.
His voice sobered like the chanter's flute,
His smiles bloomed so cute.
His lingual was similar to our colonials,
His flattery fixed a future out of our vacuum.
The sun stood over his values;
So our elders loved him.
They cried for joy,
For they said, ''help has come."
Every maiden seeks true love,
But she was after hope.
She seeks a lamp to find her treasure,
A hand that would raise her to full measure.
If her mister could only buy her hope,
She wouldn't grumble,
For love would be additional.
Our virgin bride married mister,
With the hope
to find hope to grow.
Her parents blessed their union,
And died thinking they've secured her a future.
If our bride is Nigeria,
And her mister is her leaders
Would you say she found Hope?
Truly, what tale can we tell the generations yet conceived?
What do we say?
Things You Should Avoid
Recently, I met someone who I have known years ago, the person is still at the same level.
One begin to wonder why is the fellow, still at the same placement, all these years. The reason is because they have refused to avoid certain things, which are:
1. Pride
2. Woman
3. Money
The above listed factors, are most; though, not limited to the reason why most individuals do not go up
in life, business and career. They have either engaged in either of the three factors, which are mutually exclusive. These individuals have intentionally lived their life on pride, women and money.
Pride comes before a fall. One among many factors that make an individual not to succeed in any endeavor is pride. Pride is a limiting factor, a killer of destiny. It incapacitates the individual, a proud person brags a lot. For instance "do you know who I am", you are nothing but a piece of trash. If you can humble your self people will be willing to assist or engage in whatever that concerns you.
If you are wrong in any matter, kindly apologize and bury the hatchet. It does not cost you anything to be humble.
Also, pride triggers revenge. Someone did something to you, because you want to show you have strength or you have the resources or the connection. You have vowed to revenge, pay the person back in his or her own coin. Allowing the matter rest or die does not hurt your pride.
Equally important, you see somebody doing something Properly. The person is been celebrated on what they are doing well. You want it to be you that is being praised. Please celebrate people doing well in any endeavor, that is their strength. Also someday people will celebrate you in your own area of strength. The way most individuals love women is something else.
In addition, woman is used figuratively in this article to mean "the opposite sex". Most people can not deny themselves the pleasure of the opposite sex for a day.
They want to be with someone at all times. Who may probably sleep over, all their resources is been spent on the opposite sex. For instance, I used to know someone, the moment it rains or the weather is cold he must look for someone to be with, the urge for sex becomes high. He must do something that night, he never sleeps alone.
One begin to wonder what is the problem. You need to be careful with these opposite sex. Most of them are there to manipulate your destiny and stop the flow of the blessing of the lord in your life, business or career. On the other hand, women are wonderful entities, phenomenal personalities.
Indeed, if you stick with one, they will help manage your resources and build you to be a better person. Most people do a lot of things because of money.
Furthermore, money is a medium of exchange. Money is good but it becomes a challenge the way individuals do things negatively because of it. Someone can go to the extent of defrauding you, killing and kidnapping because of money.
The negative appetite for money has made it become a cause for concern. If you make legit money, you will be happy and comfortable eating your hard earned money.
On the other hand, where you are given condition money, you find it difficult to give someone a dime of that money. Most people stay in the club all through the night because they are afraid to sleep so they don't pass on in their sleep.
They where given condition on how to spend the money. Probably one of the condition is not to sleep at night.
Consequently, the club becomes their place of abode, they frequent all the clubs in town, What is the joy of having so much money, you can't give to your fellow human being but you will be willing to buy them drinks.
In conclusion, If you can avoid these factors you will grow in any area of your endeavor, be it in life, business and career. If any of them is a problem to you, kindly comment.
We wait for revival
One that'll mock the excesses of exegesis;
The type that'll raise crouches in churches;
The same that bothered brothers to bear others;
And bore dense burdens in hearts for God's manifestation;
The lame must walk, and dumb must talk;
And like walkie talkies after they spoke, it was OVER!!!
This dead must rise, it'll only take a faithful CPR;
Planned 3 trials, but will triumph on the first try of three;
'Cos there's revival
We wait for revival
The type that'll keep our Moses afloat on a basket boat
And swim him into the the arms of government's princess
So Isreal may leave Egypt's captivity once again;
And yea though we go through derserts and seas we won't refrain;
For with this revival, mountains will only skip like calves;
And by faith's stretch, red seas will divide into halves;
That once again we may receive manna from above;
Manna that'll instill manners into youths and make the aged ask "what manner of God is this?"
We wait for revival fire
Not the type that'll fall and burn offerings on polluted altars;
But the type that refurbishes, renews and alters;
Not one that'll release the sweet smelling savour of barbeque;
But the fire that'll cause men at the bar to queue;
Queue before the refiner's furnace;
Waiting, watching and beholding his face;
Queue before the throne of mercy to obtain grace;
To help in time of need as they pace through this God-race.
We long for revival
One that'll reposition men where they belong;
Carrying both the strong and the weak along;
One that'll use foolish things to confound compounded wisdom;
Leading humanity down the aisle of a new found freedom.
The kind of revival that'll raise men up like heel shoes;
And cause issues to take to their heels forgetting their shoes;
And death will be sentenced to a final obituary;
Cos sons of God will now raise the dead habitually;
for this revival will kick sickness outta business;
And hades will retire cos death will be like recess.
We wait, earnestly wait for revival.
My Prayer
Overwhelm us!
Come stir our heart again,
And abide only therein.
Brood over ambitions,
scare them to flight.
Win over emotions,
Trigger us to love thee!
Overwhelm us!
Call us to private places,
A place for you and me.
I will send away my lovers,
And have my garment removed.
Let us lock in intimacy,
And smear romance thick!
Overwhelm us!
Come in the night and noon,
Come in the street and home.
Then, I'll become an addict,
Obsessed by the love we brew!
Come calling my love name,
Come wearing that fragrance.
Overwhelm us!
Tell to us of thy intent,
That we implicate the rest.
For if in obedience we meet death,
Grant us that privilege to die.
In death we live with you everlasting,
Resting on your breast.
Overwhelm us!
That your will be done,
And we carry news abroad.
Let us wield your strength,
Show the world thy greatness.
As we await this rain,
Let us not wait amiss!
Overwhelm us!
Take our heart and will,
Send words in our marrow,
That we burn unless we speak.
Let our mouth speak you,
Let our action show you.
Revive us anew,
This we pray!
Revival Speaks
Silence! silence! silence!
Words are about to be spoken
The foundations of the earth about to be shaken
Territories are expected to be taken
Hungry souls are about to be filled
Worldly systems of oppression and slavery destined to be killed
Darkened hearts of men are soon to be enlightened
Reprobate minds, tightened with futile thoughts soon to be loosened
The sickle has been thrown in, an army is about to be chosen
The silence is finally broken
Why do we choose to walk on foot, when we can ride on horses
We have forsaken our foundation and made the streets our houses
The world and its systems slowly encroaching upon the church
And we sit back comfortably acting as if we don't have a choice
We buy the insane ideas of the carnal man
His pathways have become the runway for our dreams to land
Wicked oppressors constantly haunt us
Like brutal bullies intimidating little children, they taunt us
We're held captives by strange sicknesses and serious addictions
Yet we sit back forgetting the power in our dictions
There's great strength embedded inside of us
Yet we lay on our beds leaving the metallic strength to rust
We've placed our love for the kingdom in the freezer of vainful pleasures
Our hearts have been hardened, unspeakable evil has become our leisure
We've grown cold, our bones, weak and old
Where are the Deborah's that will boldly lead the people to victory
The Jaels that will kill the enemy skillfully
Where are the Hebrew boys that will refuse to give in to the corrupt systems of the princes of this world
The Esther that will risk their lives and stand before rulers for the liberation of God's people
Show me the Daniels that won't defile themselves but stay consistent in the place of prayer
The Apostles that will carry the gospel to the ends of the earth
Show me the Jabez that won't let their background put their backs to the ground
The David that will raise mighty men and carry out the intent of God's heart
The spirit of the Lord hovers upon the face of the earth
Ready to pour down himself and activate the New Birth
On the ones that are hungry for a breaking forth
The ones that yearn for the long days of waiting to be made short
Let all flesh appear before Zion, God's holy mountain
A refreshing like the droppings of the dew of Hermon awaits them at the fountain
There's a calmness as they drink from the waterfall
The sweet waters of revival that will revive all
Heart Cries
Slowly shattered by fellow colleagues
Distracted with rearranging the pieces, paying less attention to The Call
Wincing as life hits me with bitterness and snickers at my inability to beat it
Seeking for relief and true happiness
That soothing relief that comes on Saul as David plays the harp
I AM THE HEART
Yearning for perfect peace and serenity in every piece I read and listen to
Struggling to break free from the bonds of slavery where I and falsehood are bonded together
Fighting to say no to the frequent desires to drink from an empty pleasure-filled cup
Crying out for a release from the grip of addictions adding aching emptiness to my soul
Yelling out for complete sanity for I am slowly driving into insanity
I AM THE HEART
Reaching out to the old rugged cross
Accessing the throne of grace with boldness
Lifted up to you, my King, in brokenness
Carved out from the inside of bodies with blood still dripping
Remembering that the blood that was shed still drips
Stretched out to you as a living sacrifice by hands of living-dreads
Not to be compared with the sacrifice at Calvary
I AM THE HEART LORD
The essence of life is unknown if I don't beat for you
Yes! If I don't beat the drums of salvation and restoration into the ears of men
Take Lord!
This stone that is dead
Make it come alive by your Spirit into a living stone built upon the foundation Christ
Fitly framed together with others to grow into a holy temple
Let every beat that comes from me scream out the beauty of your holiness
In sweet angelic melodies
With brokenness
We bring our fears
From our heart's bitter stream
We pour out tears
On the altar of consecration we lay
Faults and weaknesses, errors and distractions
Piled up in this temple made with clay
Giving up thoughts and wayward passions
With feeble hands, we lift THE BLOOD
Breaking grounds of faulty foundations
Cutting horns that keep our head low in the mud
Ready to take our place among the nations
We look to the rock from where we were hewn
And into the pit from where we were dug, we fix our gaze
Guarding our hearts in preparedness
To come into relevance and build
An army that will break the bonds of wickedness
Waiting in utter preparedness
Like hungry children anticipating their evening meal
The light in the eyes have gone dim from insomnia
Sleeplessness from struggling
To rebuild altars
Bare altars, stare with glaring eyes
We returned the stare, dismay written all over our faces
In bold letters
The letters that killed the fire
In our spirits
The protective hedge has been abandoned
The shielding refuge lay waste
From broken hedges to souls
The serpents trail is visible
The scars from the bite
That turned our gaze to the Holy tree
Windows of souls opened up
As lips hummed "make room"
Salvation's light
Illuminated the heart's eye
Eyes that were once flooded
With tears that couldn't cleanse
The filthy faded floors of the mind
Bold letters of dismay now erased
By the blood ransom
Freeing souls from filthiness and fading glory
Restoring strength to build the broken altars
What is it the ears hear
Galloping from afar with the wind
Sound of abundance of rain
Touching the earth as chariots of fire
Feeble hands stretched forth
To drink of the waters
That which is weak is being strengthened
Heated up to exercise authority
An army indestructible
Marching into the nations of the earth
Bearing the name of Jesus on our flags
Our tongues spit fire
Truths that'll burn down bridges connecting men to the systems of Babylon
The soles of our feet burns with the gospel of peace
Blazing faith consuming the fiery darts
Of the princes of darkness
The red-hot sword we wield
Piercing through the hearts of men
Cutting down vain thought patterns and controversies
We carry the burning helmet of salvation
Offering it to every mortal we see
We bring it to you, yes! you
Take it! Put it on!
Catch the fire!
The rain of fire touching the earth
Careless Whispers
I had come to the breakage point;
Here my harassed fortress fell flat.
I felt the wear and tear caress my joints,
Having seen thick darkness roam my heart.
The fuzzy soot made my center hold no more,
And my pain was given permission to flow.
It was like I was lost in the dark forest,
Where the sun never shone upon.
My soul rumbled in furry, my spirit stood restless,
Tears could no more comfort, my knees clung,
So I shuttered, then whispered, then screamed,
The brooding darkness took over me.
My heartbeat resonates; heightened, then reduced,
Conscience did not relent, landing more strokes.
My eyes bled, many voices echoed,
Tears gushed like the brooks,
I swam in acute guilt,
And was far from ease.
Then I stored sharp pains, and fed on it alone,
I suppressed the wallow, by fear of distrust,
My heart could not confide, so I had guilt disowned,
And though pain lived within, I had no up thrust.
I had learnt not to trust a friend,
I held down my secrets to this end.
My fear was incited by friendly betrayal,
So I preferred the enemy I knew.
Of such pain I considered brutal,
So my speaking were quite few.
I struggled as both a patient and the doctor,
But deem unskilled, so my peace detoured.
Today the darkness chokes me,
I had to confess, just to take in pure breathe.
I told the darken tale, an abominable creed,
The reason I hear voices, specifically that of babies.
The reason I had no issues,
In my many years of marriage.
Freedom lasted a while,
Consequences came along,
The ear that heard my tale was forbidden,
So my doom couldn't be bidden.
My husband heard my whisper,
Those careless whispers.
Ignore The Showdown
No damsel can meet your class,
But the cost has been my life.
I get you adorned with my savings,
And neglect my future to fate!
O damsel!
Your beauty enchants and intoxicates,
So I say things I don't mean.
You were to me like a dazzling star,
That made me stumble and fall.
O damsel!
Your words were bold and reassuring,
Until I followed them to my end.
Your pleasing steps led me on,
And I trailed them to my doom.
O damsel!
Our love was firm and untampered,
Like chains binding the slave's wrist.
My friends said you were so humble,
Until you undressed at home!
O damsel!
Your hugs in the gloom days,
Made me remember my loses,
And whilst you gave words of encouragement,
I plunged into depression.
O damsel!
We vowed for better for worse
I'm convinced the better won't come,
My voice speaks great strategies in public,
Of only the ones, you to me ordered!
O damsel!
I introduced you to mother,
I knew it was the best mistake ever.
And while we laughed hard with family,
You had in the bedroom planned their exit.
You've added two new colors to my life,
A choice black and a bleeding red.
I just can't stop thinking of you,
It really pains that I can never be free.
At The Shore
I stood so confused at the shore,
While I saw the vast sea I had to surpass.
I was calculating; submerged in steady awe,
Die scared of drowning to the ocean floor.
For though I had earlier counted, instantly I recounted the cost.
I wanted to sail, show the world I could,
I had reverse out of father's love and mother's care.
I stood still, detecting a canoe that sails to my dreams,
Such that will make the world latter see the painting of my achievement,
And my parents will sing a ballad of my strength and ingenuity.
I saw fishers display their best catch,
And I could read the inexplicable joy on their faces.
It boosted both my faith and curiosity,
It made me further crave for success like an addict,
Pushing me to descend on a canoe,
Commanding the owner to sail.
With eyes closed and feet folded I left the shore,
The drumming of my heart was heard by the waves,
I was in careless fear of my fate,
But in outmost certainty, I had left childhood,
And whether I hug success, failure or death, I have become a man.
@Greatness96
