Lessons From The Eagle's Molting
From the eagle's molting
I hope you learn a thing or two.
For even the strong grow weary,
and thus! They shall need help too.
From the eagle's molting
Learn the need to flee the crowd,
embrace the need for rest.
For they keep drinking from thy river, not minding thy flow.
From the eagle's molting
I hope you learn to tell yourself the truth,
When your wings can't flab high enough,
And your strength gathers no more.
From the eagle's molting
Learn the need of friends and family,
For when he could for the while hunt no more,
They still found him and brought food.
From the eagle's molting
Learn to wait though in travail
For it left the view of life,
And the gladness that it brings.
From the eagle's molting
Learn the essence of time
For the right time will always come,
And waiting isn't foolishness.
Fate, Not Faith
Today is a little bit unlike the days I've traversed earth. The air feels weird and dry, you probably might have noticed it too.
I tried pulling my favorite smile on, was betrayed by the very companion I swore could never betray. Today wasn't a day to put it on.
I tried lying to me, it will pass away, at least, it's one of those motivational speeches you get, it's a plaque that has lingered longer than it promised. My life is hanging by a balance, and it doesn't favor me.
Me and pride made a pact, I don't need your help, I'm fine, will be fine. Right inside I'm decaying as I take every breath. The defeat of not being good enough. The weight of my own life, crashing in on me.
What more could I do to help me out of this well. I hate the guilt that haunts. I hate to be reminded I was once wrong. I hate it above all, that my mind keep reminding me, I'm not going to be good enough.
My stretch of dream is usually me standing over against my cadaver. I've caught myself again and again within her corridors. Thinking his thoughts with so much ease. I've got voices saying, you can be free. You can end this.
I hope someone gets to find this piece and mail it to God.. just tell him I tried holding on tight, tried believing in what is right. I tried believing a little bit more. But the more I tried, the shades became more darker.
I tried a little prayer, whispers drove me out of his face. I tried not giving up, I tried. It's a shame I couldn't pick up his word to read, I was too focused thinking how to help me out. I tried.
Finally, tell him, I need a chance to start all over again. Peradventure in a new land coz I tried here..
I REALLY TRIED.
Random Thoughts, Personal Meaning
Can we but verbalize
the collision of a thousand thoughts, oozing like vapours.
Or identify the mixture of
the morning fragrance.
though it breeze different in the north, seeming nothing like the south.
For the morning' birth is differential...
A total dwindle.
So my petals attempts blooming
and thorns gathered also.
And if for me love is an option, then that will never be...
For I am Just! thus my fight never begins at the square, against the world in her orbit.
It all started in here when she drifted and altered mine.
I look to my world
and i wonder where its heading.
Not so that I misplaced the compass; but that there was no compass from onset..
My captain is but my compass
For He's familiar with our course..
Times He drives fast enough
that it sends shivers.
Times slow enough
Upon dark skies
and stormy black waters, that I wonder whether we'll ever arrive.
and seldom still enough,
Giving the meaning of been lost.
We still continue despite
For He's a good captain
My compass My course..
Many times the day assumes
the night, such that it has no end..
It dwells like tomorrow is but an illusion
and that the tunnel becomes darker in our proceedings.
Then we look without, perhaps to borrow a ray from love, friends or family ...
Slaying! they say they have none to spare..
for it seemed their rays fits the darkness they see.
And to lend a spark will lead them to doom..
Pastor says "all will be well"
Family says "I believe in you"
Mentors says " keep your head above water"
Motivations matters too
But we need a hand up...
Draw your meaning
Drink your thoughts
For the lord is my Shepherd...
Be Brief, Our World Is In Grief
Promises litter, calls for a new amend;
They've all been tested, same result.
Games of lies, see our end;
We took it with a pinch of salt.
In your trade of blames, be brief;
Our world is in grief: and we ask
Where lies our profit, thought
We said that trade bring gains.
A billion donations, we still see the siege.
And worst still, we aren't in touch where it's spent.
To add to our very grief;
The more we asked, the less we received.
Spare us your efforts, rain on us results.
Quench our mockery by the high and mighty.
While we are left as laughing stocks;
By the very ones who feign our help.
Fix us afresh, or we change the rhythm.
Not again will the ground be only cold for some;
Be brief, we are in so great a heat.
How you start shall tell our patience.
This pride of yours was warned by me:
Like a damsel whose love is sought, my thoughts you screened.
Then little by little, my patience faded;
Our kings, be brief, time is running out.
I care less, which theories you chose to believe;
In danger, each man recognizes a succor.
Please be brief with your words of Cheer, if any;
Lest, the night put us all in want.
Point this magic torch around our cities;
A drought of doubt you'll find, whose help is urgent.
Keep love so near and give it so fast.
Be brief, our world is in grief.
Fleeting lives
Fetch me odors
Perhaps with your pitcher.
Count with you times,
You'll submerge in failure.
Days are like odors
and you can't keep account,
Steadily they diffuse,
and never condense back.
In gloomy in blooms,
In sickness in health,
times strolls uncompromising,
Demise of pity nor euphoria.
If you know the fleeting days,
Say a clear tale of them!
If they shall fully become years,
Or maybe the end is here!
Fleeting lives,
Fleets somewhere permanent.
Where time stops,
And all exit shuts!
If therefore life
Is fleeting,
I shall prepare
for the none fleeting days.
And perhaps it fleets me away,
I shall smile all the way.
Veiled
Behind the veils of glitz and glamour
Half-eaten by the dark
Lies a soul in fettered grandeur
Decaying in the sack.
Tossed to and fro from sin to sin
By the happenings of time and chance
Battered through thick and thin;
A victim of circumstance.
Her lines are fallen out of place
Hanging loose beneath her reality
Beyond the smiles on her pretty face
Are those red eyes of agony.
Where else can she go away from her plight？
As the world keep racing around
She may have to win this fight
But her faith is falling to the ground.
What can a bisected life suffice？
One smiling; the other crying
Death might finally be her price
Cos, she's been lying whereas she's dying！
Masked Face Naked eyes
Litmus of a common pandemic;
That urge to be like the crowd;
Worn like faces,
Surging over penury,
travailing on the darken side..
Yet the world has failed
In seeing and knowing,
That I bleed dawn to dust.
As my bleeding self
I yet adorn
With smiles and
fragrance of laughter
paintings of hard work and
carvings of Joy
A melancholic gown
With scarfs of gentleness,
So I may avoid much contact
Perhaps I could veil the truth..
The night thinks deeply of me
and crickets observes silence
I had to be real only then,
And let agony assumes her place.
Daily I make the flowing sea a dam
and fence it all round
I move around soul damp
Hoping to find concern...
Go beyond siting I
For its never as it seems
Look beyond the beautiful lies
To the windows of my eyes...
If I truly find concern
A shoulder genuine
Shall I not go lost in embrace,
and let my soul free?
My eyes are the litmus
Look with concern and
You'll see pain's cactus
Masked Face
Naked eyes
Prepare For The Season
When a man plays with his season of preparation, his season of manifestation will still come, but instead of sounding a voice, he will sound noise because he's deficient of substance. A generation will be disappointed.
Don't sleep away your future. Prepare! Don't eat away your future. Prepare! Don't laugh away your future. Prepare! Don't chat away your future. Prepare! Invest your time doing something that counts for your purpose. Don't waste this lockdown on frivolous activities. Discipline yourself now so that life will not discipline you.
The future will come whether we prepare or not. But it takes a man that has been processed in the secret place to satisfy the hunger of a generation.
You will still stand before kings by God's grace, but your prior preparation will determine if you'll be there as a Joseph in the palace or as a tourist in the palace.
May God help us to prepare now for that which He has prepared for us in destiny, in Jesus' Name.
You're loved.
I Fear
If you're a lover of God like I am then, inclusive in your prayer list, should be a prayer for the birth of the long awaited REVIVAL!
Churches, Pastors, elders and sons tirelessly fast and pray, travailing to birth another move of God.
We've heard of the Welsh Revival, Azuza Street Revival and the move of pioneered by great general of faith even in Nigeria e.g Beloved Apostle Babalola, Arc Bishop Benson Idahosa and more.
So we crave inwardly to see and possibly pioneer and partake in a greater move...so we groan!
In all these I dearly fear, that when our answer finally shows up, we might fight against it.
That we do not murder the new born Revival.
The Revival will defer from Religion, Man made Doctrines that do not count before God. It will not come in The Orthodox way nor The Pentecostal way.
But rather by the navigation of the Holy Ghost.
Except you are aligned, you might initially not recognize it.
I experienced a short(2 weeks) move of God last year in Federal Government Girls College Gboko.
Guess what? It was killed by the Church.
The church strangled the birth of that short revival because it was beyond the normal and didn't answer to their government.
THE REVIVAL HAS BEGUN
I WISH YOU CAN SEE!
OH THAT YOU DO NOT ATTEMPT STOPPING THE MOVE AFTER TRAVAILING FOR IT
Levitical and The New
Diary of the do's and don't
Upon many many scrolls.
Laid on humanities' shoulder
as upon the yoke and the Yak,
Many sad years ago!
I'm broken to how the made it through!
The huddles of the don't
The pledges of the do's.
To how they observed each sacrament,
and if their heart was then blue!
If some did serve wholeheartedly,
I wonder why we can't!
Though It as summarized as "Love the Lord!"
and also your neighbors!
We grumble and growl!
Its nothing pertaining to festivals,
nor the shedding of blood!
Or the tradition of elders,
Nor naming the clean and the unclean!
it isn't of the offerings of sin
and that of peace!
That better way came to our view,
and laws laid on our Heart!
It was much more easier
than many sad years ago,
before the savior died!
It dawn on us with a Seal;
The Spirit of the new.
We've a million better chance
than, The ancient past
with The Guarantee;
A Guardian A Friend!
"What then will be your excuse "
New age!
For the ancient are watching,
and will stand in Judgement with you!
Need For A Damsel
"I am an adult"
Many times, we use this phrase, to cover up ignorance, haughtiness, pride or our mess.
Yes! we all come to that age(18+)
When the system of this world deems us matured; able take decision, make choices and equally face the consequences.
Those whose parent carefully watched them, demonstrating authorities over them, without explaining why the things they craved for are not needful, carefully await these period.
So they could explore the world and wheel it in their course. Taste the forbidden! to know whether you can compare their palatability to the consequence.
Some retreat after the first bite while other forgets the way back home! It is true that stolen meat is sweet, but watch it!
And if you dare question their exuberance, they flair up with the excuse that "they are adults" and therefore can make decision on their own.
One of those chases is that which is channeled towards a Favorable Damsel! Uyai iban.
Don't get it twisted! The motive may be sincere, the emotions might be true, the words genuine and plans concrete! Yet something was missing!
Adulthood is not the bench mark for the need of a damsel(a wife, life partner).
A man that hasn't found out purpose nor started working towards purpose has no business with a damsel(wife or life partner).
Great tendencies exist that, before finding out purpose, there is a 99.9% chance that he will make the wrong choice.
Many heartbreaks we experience are not deliberate!
If you've stayed(in a relationship) with someone who isn't clear about purpose, their journey to clarity or finding such, most likely, will pull the two of you aside.
Finding purpose is fully God-centered. I learnt this lesson via experience. Yes experience!
I know she's clothed with purple scarlet and look exactly like the Queen of Sheba.
She might sings like a seraphim and the oil of gladness flows through her smiles.
She might be the reservoir of wisdom(Sophia) and skilled like Bazile.
Balance the purpose equation and follow the trail FIRST
A MAN that doesn't Know his PURPOSE in life, has no business with a DAMSEL!
If I perish, let "me"!
If I perish, let me please!
for what is life without a course?
If warring would lean me peace
Why not let me run this loss!
I seek a calling!
Or the way through.
I forge a yearning!
a crystal clue.
If in the way of "dying,"
I find the lost door.
And in soul grieving,
I hear a clearer call.
Then let "me"!
Let me attempt the way of no return
Let me weep myself to the throne
Cover me up like a sown corn
if in my dying, you are crowned!
Oh that thy lamp
should come upon my feet
And thy light
Should make me see,
a thousand soul heading for hell
and the way cut short this tale.
In thy light I see light
In brighter light, I gain might
If you must, send me to the field
Give me a sickle to wield.
Let me perish!
for it pays to find course
For yet when I arise,
I shall wield his sword!
Friendship with You
Friendship is like oil
greasing the journey,
Like a bridging fern
In the midst two lilies.
It is like a double approach
towards the uncertain life,
In that if one door shuts,
the other will still be thine.
It is like fighting a battle
with two sharp swords,
and wielding swiftly
as though it was one.
It is as beautiful
as new budding rose,
Yet lovely like a twin dove.
Distance might cause it still
Like the calm sea.
But it remains still
Like the igneous rock.
I still remember those days
You had two candies
Which meant I had one.
You understood the math sum
I was sure I would too.
While we choose sides
before playing a soccer match
I will fight to be in Yours'
because I was sure we would win.
and even when we didn't
The joy of playing with you
was a consolidation.
I still believe in you higher flyer
Though life came out rough,
If you ever think of giving up
Please think of me!
My Birthday in the Holy Ghost(the day I got baptized)
It's the seventh year now,
Countless memories all the way
I met a friend so dear!
and dearer He became everyday.
That night, I ran out the hostel
Undressed, with a pair of trousers and an orange shirt on my neck. For the door was almost shut by the M2 Porter
and I was bent on impressing a friend.
That night as I sat on the pew,
Needless to say I had any kind of goosebumps as you would expect. I knew I needed Him more, and I stepped out to be prayer for.
A brother came forth and hugged me then, started blasting in the Holy ghost and boom I joined! and since then I never stopped.
It happened in NIFES in case you're interested in knowing.
After then I became incessantly hungry for more, something came over me! I would spend #800 for books out of #1000 pocket money, I would do the strangest thing you can imagine; I'd do this with a strange joy I couldn't explain, deep within my soul.
Slowly, He drag me into ministry of prayer, fasting and evangelism. Then I started seeing many marvelous things happen. The sick heal, the blind see, special miracles and signs, experiences and encounters. The Benue short revival was amazing!
The best of those experienced is my prayer time with the holy ghost, I called it "Frank Talk," I will say to Him exactly the way it is, no missing words. I'll have Him talk back, encourage, comfort and instruct. When I grieve Him, I'll literally feel depress, and suddenly lose my peace. Then, I have to plead for forgiveness, after that, seek for alignment. It might take a day, more or less but when I get to alignment i will know. For the peace will be all surpassing.
I will pray to sleep, find my praying in my dreams n I'll wake up to prayer. When Basketball court came into played, greater things happened.
He became my best and determinate whether I'll keep other friends. He had said No, to the best of relationship and kept me away from even the things you consider "Right." Time will fail me to talk about my Friend, for even eternity wouldn't be enough.
I have known God's help, God's favor, Divine intervention and a strange relationship with the Holy ghost. The are a lot of scars, lot of hurts but He was worth the sacrifice.
You can receive Him too and experience Him too. Say a Sincere prayer right away to God and receive This special person.
Kai...welcome to the month of the Holy Ghost.
Call-In Nature
Call-in nature
With flairs and varies
Upon ancient structures
Founded ancient days ago.
Bid her to bring the blue print
The story of "how it began"
Showing the paintings of the blue-sky tint
Pointing to placement of the invisible earth's pillars,
and facts to make believe.
The mildew green and how it's sustains.
How that rocks vomit water continuously, and the earth is not doomed.
How that the rain knows her seasons, playing cat and dog.
How the sun is eccentric, and her ray, soothing for human race.
And the planets plays the circling game with playmate, and never run out of course.
Call-in nature to tell us why the earth isn't full with the birthrate.
How that every plant knows her fruits to bear
and the bird bear exactly their kind and speck.
Why the day hasn't accidentally dawn twice before the night.
Or why the powerful sun hasn't dethroned the moon at night.
Why growth cannot be stop without death,
and how all the body part subscribes to the change age brings.
Call-in nature to tell why the star
exist in patterns
Shinning only during the night pageantry.
How the eyes were formed in the womb
and wasn't placed at the feet.
The atheist say there isn't a God
and the scientist say, the earth resulted from a happening.
Yet the atheist, the scientist and nature speaks audibly of Him.
Fallen gods
Fallen gods become men.
The new swallows the old
Life in flutters; withered Fern.
Decaying deeper than we're told.
Fallen gods become men
Mere weaklings; lauding cymbals.
In their frails they seem to reign.
Like the blind leading the blinds.
Fallen gods become men
Sown and burdened with much lust
The cravings dwells within his den.
Gracing green at all cost(even death)
Fallen gods become men
Yearning deeply for help
Though he shows off strong like then
The fleeting moment bears a loud Yelp.
Fallen gods become men.
Nothing as it seems.
Can the creator make him again .
And let his true self beam!
Fallen gods become gods
After a christus touch.
Blooms like almond in spring days
Living christus life.
All is well
If thy soul is at rest,
and thy spirit smiles in thee!
Though cares sits on thy crest,
And storms refuses to let thy sail be.
All is well with thee!
If thy joy know no bound
Over what, you can't fix
and from thy mouth a praising sound!
Not minding bills unfix!
All is well with thee!
If thy yields is low
Compare to your mountain dreams!
And life seems to crawl
Having rays of dull beams!
But your believe anchors still
And thy hands continues to till.
All is well with thee!
If you believe in Fathers' love
Though there's no food to eat
I mean His undying love
Though you've got no home to live!
Keep trusting a little longer,
for all is well with thee still!
But if thy peace fly to the moon
And in luxury, you stay unlit.
You weep at heart by noon
And finds a seeming void within!
Then all is not well with thee!
One of those days
One of those days
When you sit on your mind all alone,
Not wishing to see another face,
stop unannounced by your home.
One of those days
When your smiles skip the mountain top,
vibes lay still in comma phase,
and nothing seems to cheer you up.
One of those days
day you wanna hide from the world.
Run away from your fold.
Pretend life doesn't have cares.
One of those days
You get caught with source less sorrow,
Dine with unknown pains,
You nag, shouts and wallow.
One of those days
When you can't even pray,
Nor seem to find God in there.
The void descends like a cloud,
seeming to cover your life's views.
On one of those days
Invite God for a frank talk(not prayer).
Ask for a reassurance again.
And pack up faith in a bulk.
One of those days
You can't find where Joy went.
But after many tears and a little pleads.
Joys ounces back via God's voice.
We all have one of those days.
Handling Rejection
***For the Male gender,***
it may have begun at our street, while the neighborhood boys choose sides for a street soccer match.
Either we weren't considered good enough to belong to a side, or we were picked because the was no other option left, though we arrived first.
***For the Females gender,***
it may have begun from the twizzling from class bullies, and female peers.
They made us feel we weren't beautiful, rich or intelligent as they were. So we unconsciously accepted their notion and took their words to heart.
It resulted that we're not just terribly hurt, but also believed their sayings and lived with it.
Today, we get rejected like much more...
***For the guys***
You asked a Christian lady you admire(you want to marry) out on a date, she looks carefully at you and either gives you excuses or turns you down, because of your looks or for the fact that you're not rich... And you feel rejected!
***For the ladies,***
you're engaged to a dude for many years now, you're stocked with him despite the challenges, with the hopes that he'll settle with you, as he promised... latter he breaks up the engagement, because of CURVES.....you feel terribly hurt and rejected!
In the office, you work so hard, doing your best despite the challenges, but your boss never seems to say you're good enough. He/she abuses you with words, slanders, makes a mockery of your flaws before clients and ends up dismissing you...you feel rejected!
The trauma, the memories, the pain, the belittling, the mockery
they seem to crumble your self esteem and hunt you day after day.
You seem to believe you're inadequate, your don't stand a chance, you're dull, uninformed, you're not beautiful and therefore do not deserve the best.
This has created a cloud of limitations, such that if you don't shake it off, will soon become your reality.
***How do you shake it off?***
Go back to the original plan; Gods word, believe it with everything in you, and confess it.
* That you are not an accident.
*That God Loves you Immensely.
*That you have a Purpose to Fulfill.
*That you have Gods backing.
*Whose report should you believe!
*God is able to do exceeding and abundantly...
*All things works together for Good...
Believe this, recite this
and move on,
Rendering prayers to God.
If you need to add value to yourself please do. And move on!
For we have many nations to conquer.
Disregard mans opinion of God's creation.
Let the creator tell you who you really are!
Bittersweet You
If you've sat on the Cochin in the living room, enjoying a chill juicy pineapple slice, and happen to take a glass of cold water after the treat. then, you would realize that every sweet thing has a bitter side.
We have failed to understand that humanity is packed up with frails.
No one is perfect. And your idea of perfection, may off course be very different from mine.
You might like your wife praying for 13hours and fasting(since you'r looking for Jesus), I might simply want her to love the lord dearly, and simply love me(I can do the plenty hours of intercession).
You may like her wearing coverall, but I prefer her dressing modest, but very fashionable.
We look so much for perfection in others. you hear statement like "She's local, She's mean, She's materialistic, She's can't cook well, He's not caring, He's rachet, He's too dull, He's never serious, He's ugly, I mean he can't cook."
"She doesn't have curves, she's lanny, she's too thin, she's disrespectful, He's bossy, He's proud, He's not my type."
I know people have weaknesses, but have you looked at yourself?
Are you the best version you? Can you ever be perfect in the eyes of everyone?
Can you be Sanguine and to another melancholic, can you be Godly and at the same time"the party type" an engineer, a sailor and a doctor?
The best you can be is an improve version of you. Not another person's dream man, woman or friend. Even dream boyfriend and Girlfriend(smiles).
We all have bittersweet sides. concentrate on the good and check carefully if you can tolerate the excesses. Knowing that you also have excesses.
Let everyone work on their selves, learn to make excuse for others, and avoid assumption.
Arms Open Wide
There exist a yearning resident in man, that cannot be satisfied by the lust of the flesh, wealth and riches, talents and gifts, fame or popularity, friendship or relationships.
As good as some of these things might be, the appeal to the outward nature of man(Flesh).
So though many dwell in abundance and are surrounded by great company. They're but Poor and terribly Lonely.
This explain the reason for depression and the foremost reason for suicide.
That void, can only be filled by God; for we are in His image.
No other creation owns His image apart from Him and We. So don't bother searching, satisfaction is only found in God.
Fortunately we have a "love yearning" God too, His desire to have us in Him, is more vehement than our desire to have Him in us. That explains why for every step you make toward God, He makes an exponent of that, towards you.
On Jesus speaking comforting words to His disciples: He told them that "He will not leave them comfortless but shall send 'Another comforter' " one that could handle them the way He did or better off.
He continued by saying that "He will be 'In you' and with you."
Lacking Him "In you," explains the void and the emptiness you are feeling right now.
Lacking Him "In you," explains the suicidal thoughts and the continual depression. That lost of Hope or the lack of peace.
To those in the world, "you are human but made in his likeness, only Him can bring peace."
You are not complete without Him, don't you get.
Life will continually be a messed without Him. I mean down from "Within" and slowly blow to your "without" and unfortunately makes you think life isn't away worth living(the root of suicide)
It's also possible to have Him, yet live like the heathen(Those without Him) For you have no relationship with Him nor do you give Him time and attention.
Since the day He was promised and sent to the earth, His arms have been perpetually open, waiting for your embrace!
This bliss is hidden in your acceptance of Jesus as your Lord and Personal Saviour, your confession of Him as being your Lord, and Repentance from your evil ways.
For the body, bliss is hidden in your day to day communion with Him.
Remember "the remaineth a rest for the people of God" if you're not there, ask why?
Remember His arms are wide open.
Don't keep in waiting for too long.
In Him we live, breathe and have our being
With You
I called up memories today of you
It showed how you lured me to the blues!
Though am asked, "why am stained with a love hue?"
All I am saying is, "it was you."
I blamed no other gentleman, but you
For the thousand stars, in me that flew!
And if accused of the awe in me that hovered without clue.
All I will say is that, " it is you."
I have long gone mad over you.
falling thousand times, over the saintly pew,
And if confronted for not standing on the queue.
I'll tell them the reason "is you."
The rain shines and the sun rains
through me and you.
and death, having to lose me without clue.
If our loves surmounts flesh and spirits that flew.
I'll speak of my beloved: all about you.
I have provoked me, to give more love to you
Maybe like the fresh apples, or like wine tapped new,
Then we shall go across the eternal blue.
And if barred, I'll quickly say "I'm with you"
The Philanthropist (Continuation)
Few weeks ago, Dad invited the family Barber over, for the fact that we all needed to have an hair cut. Our hair was full and unkempt. You would almost pity the barber, due to the stages of sanitization he went through, before finally getting to do his job. Off course, Dad paid him handsomely.
Yesterday, Dad died diagnosed of Covid19! Mom, I and my siblings have been quarantine for over a week now. What we feared has found a way to come upon us! The barber had been the Philanthropist we guided against, yet we invited him.
End..
Thank you for always looking out for my next post.
The Philanthropist (Short story on Covid-19)
Everyone seems eager for holidays: it is a time to recuperate, rest, catch up on old friends and family too. But for me, the days were a compendium of two kinds of feelings; the amazing euphoria of meeting family again, since I lived in the hostel, at the big city, and the awkward feeling of being denied freedom, the mishap of being told what to do and when to do it.
Dad is an elder in "The First Apostolic Church"; that means striving to obtain approval before eyes of everyone. Believe me! It's extremely difficult to meet everyone expectations, that is if you can. You become everything but yourself. The roof top would indeed fall on you, if you by chance miss the early morning prayers by 4:30am, at the nearby assembly or doze off while prayer was ongoing. Dad's is like a telescope, his concentration, always on us. Home had a yoke of rules. We were like beings without a self will and Dad was apt in legislating and enforcing all the rules.
When Covid-19 emergency holiday caught everyone at noon. The worst began of me and my siblings. Staying at home became far choky, our breathe was spooky, because the bliss of life was swallowed up by the chunk of new rules, Dad laid up for Safety.
Dad exaggerated the Covid-19 situation in his manner, and so we all captives of fear!
After an urgent family meeting called by Dad. He ordered us, to thoroughly clean, mob and sanitize the house. From the living room, through the bedrooms, the bathrooms, the walkways, and the kitchen. Leaving the house for any course, inviting a friend over for whatever reason and even merely greeting a passerby or exchanging pleasantries with acquaintance, was totally prohibited. Dad was the only one allowed to go shopping at the mall, for the family needs; and he did that twice every week but with extreme caution! He made sure he avoided meeting his friends, acquaintance or business partners on his way. He would wash and sanitize his hands before and after shopping, and even wore gloves while shopping and disposed of them immediately after. He would also sanitize the door of his car before opening, and off course use a facemask. It was so rigid, that I and my siblings were all given individual sanitizer and facemask to use, while at home. We broke rules just to see the sun rays.
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The Heir can be a Servant
Wealth, transferred by inheritance, is a common practice with a deceased family. At times, the father decides to share his wealth among his children, while he is yet alive, for reasons best known to him.
Many wished that they were procreated into a wealthy family, just for the sake of being gifted an inheritance.
At least with an inheritance, you wouldn't have to begin from the very scratch to build, but continue a legacy.
Being an heir to a wealthy father, accords to you a lot of privileges.
But there exist a condition to be met, if your father's wealth, must indeed become yours.
The Condition is that THE HEIR MUST COME AWAY FROM "CHILDHOOD "
"As long as the heir remains a child, he/she differs not from a servant."
A wise father doesn't dare allot great possession to a "child," no matter how he claims to love him/her, because:
*The child doesn't understand the value of such possession.
*The child cannot objectively manage such inheritance.
*The child doesn't understand the sacrifice paid to have such.
*The child cannot defend Himself/herself in case an adversary approaches
*The Child doesn't even know His/her rights.
As long as the heir remains a child, the inheritance can never be his/hers.
Such heir is compared to a servant, how sad!
In Christ, many Christian are familiar with the forgiving grace. We are so sure, that although we fall a thousand times, when we approach Gods throne for forgiveness, we will be granted! So, we approach boldly!
But how long, will we keep raising and falling! The clear indication of childhood!
Due to your level in Christ, you've doubted higher possibilities in Him. All I'll say to you is, "grow up!"
Strong meat is for the matured!
The father's blessings are intact, but you must come of age, to do business with some.
The exist another level of authority and power. Greater than the one you know! but first, can i ask you this, "can the father trust you?" I mean "Are you of age?"
*Your aging can be determine by your appetite (the things you yearn for).
*Your aging can be determine by what you know.
*Your aging can be determine, by your obedience and yieldedness.
* Your aging can be determine, by how you handle afflictions and persecution.
Let every man be a liar, but God be true! Blessed is the man, who is in Christ! Who has become joint heirs with Christ unto God.
But it remains, that the heir, as long as he/she is a child, differs not from the servant.
The Seaman tales
We live in a world two sided;
the ocean blue and shore we see.
Farr in the blues, hope seems faded.
moments like feathers, comes at sea.
Thought of the garden and the hugs along;
The sticking smiles of yours, that left a trace,
The hunting vow that you'll always see my face.
Keep I fighting the tempest furlong.
As the little ones ran to serve I a warm embrace,
I held at heart the loss of a friend,
But at smiles, my homecoming.
If only they knew yester night story!
I wonder how thankful, they'll all be!
Fantasy and price
In a wild chase for desires,
of the driven carts kind of treat.
I sold myself to a buyer,
to pay fare, to a dream sweet.
'was thought-soaked of gold and the mines
Her favored flared purple silk,
Enchanted fragrance from a garden fine'.
My greed creamed, like of buttermilk.
Buying towards the charmers sound;
Of Egypt wealth and her pride!
I went lost, not to be found,
Allowing fantasy take me for a ride.
I live not, though I exist!
Miles away from the sold me
Though tons of riches I see lie,
But none between my fist!
Hundred Fold
I fell in love with agriculture far back, while in primary three. The subject "elementary science" rose undefined interest in my heart, though I was about six years of age.
It amazed me how I could plant a small seed, and latter find it growing.
As the stages of growth unfolds, and the flower blooms, my happiness seemed unending, as I await her fruiting.
I childishly asked silly questions, just to quench my quest to know! Questions like, if I could plant crayfish? Or anything of interest. Imagine asking "if I could plant noodles? just because I wanted more... Oh my!
In all, the were general lessons;
That whatever I plant, my fruit will be of the same kind.
And my harvest, will be a multiplied version of my seeds!
" Don't not be deceived, God cannot be mocked. what so ever a man sows, that shall he reap"
I draw my thoughts from here
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A bad trees can never bear good fruits, it does work this way!
You can only begat you or an improved version(bad or good), just like the multiplied harvest!
Your dealing today(seeds) is the future you will see(harvest).
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Imagine a terrorist man and wife, and the kind of children they'll begat.
Imaging a womaniser father and a sleep around mother, what kind of home they'll build.
Many of the things we see today, are the seeds blossoming of yesterday, most likely a multiple version.
Plant good or bad seeds today, expect a bounty harvest.
Maybe in Hundred folds!
My Ink
No one can halt thy floppy wings!
Fly in furry! fly in peace!
Find the cows of Bashan, on a mountains high!
Lay upon them thy wish!
If in furry, serve your words steamy!
If in peace, breathe on them ease!
Let thy song, call to life the weary,
Pour on them, volumes of buttered hope.
Let thyself march onward, to a battle tense!
Wield your sword swiftly, without a shield.
nothing would dare thy daring ambience
Nothing of races, nor beast, nor machines.
Let kings go in hiding,
And servants reap their harvest!
Be also quick, in thy judging.
Set the guiltless free.
Bear on thy wings,
Gold and jewelries;
Bear also, reproach and guilt.
Put in bound the traders of darkness
Adorn the honest men!
Flow unending
like an ancient stream.
Spray lavishly a pleasant fragrance;
Make the slums appeal!
Since men aren't united,
Take from them, their names;
Then everyone is no one.
so! greed will lose her hold.
Let my ink, tell a story!
Of a future bright,
Or the present damnation!
If in thy conscience,
you're truly acquainted,
Then, you really are!
Caged by knowledge
Isn't knowledge more profitable,
Than the drilling of liquid gold?
Or considered more adorable,
Than the brilliance of emerald?
'Was ignorant, of knowledge being like a woman,
hiding within her bosom
her apprehensive sides.
'Was ignorant, of knowledge
being like an epiphyte,
sapping away my strength
and soonest, taking my place!
Oh!
'was told, she was like the farmer's favorite dog
faithful and consistent unto him.
'Was told, she is like a diadem of Jasper, stylishly placed
on queen Sheba's crown.
'Was told Solomon held her like a scepter
and his glory, could not be mimicked!
But yet again, I played a fool!
Fooled for being fooled by fools!
I wasn't told knowledge had precepts
Upon falling were defaulters damned,
and faithful's magnified!
I wasn't told, that in much random Knowledge, not carefully laid and weighed is madness!
I wasn't told that even the fool knows
but hasn't benefitted from such wells, so he dwells in drought.
I was gluttonous in Knowing!
And upon desperately searching,
I fell!
I fell from her laid precepts!
I meant am a defaulter!
I meant my many knowing,
aren't rightly placed!
I meant am caged!
For I can't draw from my wells of knowledge.
@Greatness96
