The masks represent the pretense we young people of nowadays arm ourselves with in the society.
Even online, and in front of our families;
few of us remain our true selves.
Then there is still the influence of our society on each of us, causing us to choose the version of ourselves that will let us survive.
Only God knows what I really look like.
Niel Quchi
© 2020
I represent the biggest scums of the century.
I represent one of the greatest threats to women globally.
Your body is already a beautiful battlefield. A rose with thorns torn apart by it’s blueprint. It is not enough that your body cries rose-coloured tears monthly, some members of my gender have turned your pores into drawers for stashing away years of frustration. Tiny portals of escape, from which they seek prison-breakthroughs. Scofielding along your orchards, fuelled by animalistic passions.
Do something
That’s what I’m trying to say
Show me I am worth the pain, give me hope to a fault; tell me life has a meaning
That’s what I read in your diary
I am what you blame for dying, greet
One of the biggest
scum in existence
Women, they fear me
My favourite victims
…Men mostly in prison.
I am traumatizing
We’ve got a new brand for the parents
Comes with the power to pay rent
Found out I am recycling
Let’s leave the topic quietly
I’ve come from an old day
People started that way
Ignoring any volition
But theirs, until…
Ice Nwa Ǹkwọ
Niel Quchi
© 2020
Only you know the house I built
It’s your love that erases guilt
Humans point fingers past the point
But it is to you that we are joint
Faithful
Raise me up from the dust of my work
It’s your grace that makes me work
Life is like the sea to my boat of breath
But it is for you that it all exists
Selfless
After the storm you are still King
It is said that there is God in everything
I have faith and I’m counting results
But it is as Son that I walk the soils
Adventurous
No one heard the messages
It is us that forget things we’ve seen
Safety is vain for the immortal
But if I have family it’s one for all
Responsible
God over everybody
Leg-over the enemy
Laughter on my family
But sacrifices set the scene
True
Every time I trust in you
You seek me above the flu
Silence isn’t you ignoring
But I will listen to your echoing
Predestined
Niel Quchi
© 2020
So much to say but it all seems shallow
What is it that I have made that time didn’t swallow
Now I say I’m made when I make it to a heart
Lord knows I am no longer at the start
But I live life like I’m a responsible baby
And most of my blood fam don’t know the QuChi
Only time I cry is when I make a battle cry
And when I crack after conquering the pressure
So much to type
But I’m not the type
Seen beyond the hype
I’m a prototype
“Come to me, all you who are heavy-laden…”
But my brothers still prefer to attack the kraken
I have plans but I can’t foresee the next day
So do research when you’re fixing to advise me
Sold at the park, yes I was only beaten by rain
Give me a mic, yes you’ll see just how much I trained
But sometimes the swiftest feet are defeated
And the arm of the mighty get deleted
I put my trust in God, not environment or state
I put my hands to work, some are celebrated late.
Niel Quchi
© 2020
I have a schedule
It isn’t subtle
The purpose is my prison
and in and out of season
I used to be a victim
Of accidents and habits
The devil thought he had me
But Father’s plans are working
Obedience made of loving
The highest of perspectives
The wisest of the wisest
Yeah I have a schedule
Yeah it isn’t subtle
But if thus says the Lord
My schedule sits to watch
Nielquchi
© 2020
When I’m dead and my tombstone is among the press,
More than fame, did I hug the pressed?
More than religion, did I know deep rest
Or just live with my mouth open…
Never having enough?
Will they say I was circular, just because I circulated?
Will they call me gospel, because I mostly showed up in church clothes?
More than “famzing”, did I have family?
More than pain, did bring relief…
or was pointing fingers the point of hands?
The Niel
©2020
That conversation….can one get over it?
The battle of mind begins with this conversation..
S one: you’re sick again and you say you’re healed,why the hypocrisy you can’t deceive yourself, I’ll have to be clear with you
S two: let her be, let her sleep, it’s due to the stress she can’t compete with. The blanket can heal, the rest can sit, with this she’ll be healed and be relieved
S three: I’ll tell the Truth cause that’s who I am, she’s healed but she doesn’t see it, she needs my glasses to look and be a healer like me.
S one: (laugh to S three) ..and she can’t heal herself? What strange word do you speak? See her shaken by grief. She practices your words with fear. How do you examine with this special care?
S two: let’s be silent so she sleeps, you make her mind restless, she hears us all with heavy breath…
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Flaws or floors, stories or storeys
Moore or more, homey or homie
Capabilities or CaP abilities
I hope this is one of those true testimonies
4 years ago today…
Writer of Everyday Jesus, Blog-leader
About to become Third CEDARS President
Not to boast at all but
what else is counting my blessings
I didn’t return
The Light
It can’t be returned, deny it?
It chooses only those that he made to be about it
Happily happy I’m happening to people
And the Lord is gonna be praised
It’s bound to be said
Grace and peace are multiplied by the knowledge, it read.
How many is that?
The Niel
©2020
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