
#rhematown iss. 111


Hello friends!
Welcome to the new term “2017”
You have gone a long way to make this destination
This is the new age
Help me tell rage to leave
This is the time to go in range with the past
People! It is cool we celebrate
For God appreciate this
So to elevate
For God initiated thanksgiving
To stay even amidst odds
Welcome on board
Listen carefully! Get rid of the ages
So you could play a vital role in breaking out of the cages
Stop the chases
And keep on with the praises.
Yesterday! Now gone
It is time to grow and flow
Let’s update our version
So we could stay compatible with the present.
This is my present
Words are never enough
Rather too much
But could keep us alive
In the battlefield.
Look! Never forget it’s still earth
World full of betray and ray
World full of plenty and empty
Let’s strive to be the best
Tomorrow could be the test…
By ‘The Alchemist’ (Tolulope Amao)
moment that matters, words that glitters
Year that glitters, dears that matter…
©, Tolulope Amao
He is with me
When shame covers me until I am choking
When it leaves me feeling like trash
When contempt cuts through my heart
Such that I am bleeding to death
He is with me
He is with me
When I suffer prejudice
When bias makes me question my own good intentions
When the words of my love vocabulary appears to fail me
When I am sorely misunderstood
That I even fail to understand myself
He is with me
He is with me
When ‘neglect’ is just not good enough to say how I feel
When I feel as though I am an ‘after-thought’
When I feel rejection and humiliation
Such that I have a perfect blend of a distasteful ‘emoconcotions’
When the sharp sourness of this emoconcotions cuts through my pride
Sharper than a diamond sword
Until pain makes me weak and speechless
That I fail to rise above the lethargy within
He remains just there with me
He is with me
When human words fails my heart expressions
When I know just a few words to tell exactly how I feel
He groans within me with words deeper than words
Because He forever remains with and in me
He is with me
When pain dries the fountain of my tears
Such that my greatest need becomes to weep
So that my pains might be washed away
I know He is yet with me
He is with me
When I feel lonely and all alone
When I feel as though I have just ‘me’
When ‘me’ is not sure if she should remain with me
He will never fail me
Because He is right there with me
He is with me
Even when I am wrong
When I am unmerciful and finger-pointing
When I stray from the love lane
Such that I feel as though I have failed
His love will never fail
Because He loves to be right with me
He is with me
When the seeming cold hands of death come for me
When I know that my time has come I warm up in child-like excitement
For I know that death has lost its sting on me
So I need not fret or fear
Because He will as always wrap me in His love consuming
Such that my heart quakes and my spirit blushes
In earnest expectation for my great hibernation
Which ushers me to the redeeming consummation
Away from this fallen home that I live in
To that incorruptible home, the kind that Man Jesus lives in
That body which has no limitations and barrier
I know my rejoicing would know no bound
For again He will be with me
He is with you
Even when guilt seems to be blinding your sight
When you are clueless and running away in blind shame
Such that you appear to have fallen into the strong arms of the enemy
Just quit your packing to the ‘no home’ place
You see, He never gives a quit notice
Because even if you still choose to leave
He just can never ever leave you
Jesus will ever be with you through the thick and the thin
He is that friend who sticks closer than a kin
Because He is indeed closer and deeper than your skin
And it definitely will not depend on what you feel or think
He will never leave you or abandon you
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? …No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord – Romans 8: 35-39 (NIV)
By Favouromeje, 2016.
NATURE, gives inspiration right?
But then, walking her down on the street of extinction
Humanity! Where is this distinction?
Maybe only and folly as a reward in school
When this shoe called nature
Is neglected, and rejected
Can you hear her pleading?
Bleeding as if guilty
‘Save my body’, my part (human)
For when it’s all gone
What else left other than mourn.
DO NOT, cease from your call
We are wise ones, not bias ones
Blimey! She is dying
Sharing a wretched man’s fate
Hope won’t be too late
To amend this rate…
Author note
Concerned about the state of things
…us forsaking our source.
©, Tolulope Amao
‘Slow down, you might crash’.
Has anyone ever told you that in the last six months? Maybe you should start applying that advice by not rushing to the end of this article, or you might crash – just kidding.
Whew, the world is too stressed out for her own good! Can you imagine a case where someone is her own major stressor? That is exactly what the world is doing to herself. The manner and speed at which people move around and go about their business is that kind that can make me nauseous in a merry-go-round, or the kind that can make me throw up in a galloping bus heading north from Nsukka. Concerned folks are left with very few alternatives like taking matters into their own hands, and forcefully applying unsolicited brakes for the ‘rat race’ people. Smart professionals even make a living from the chaos – after all good business is seeing a problem that nobody probably saw and solving it, isn’t it?
Recently, I saw an ad that said something that sounded like:
“Ultimate De-stress Experience, our aim is to provide a haven of tranquility, away from all your day-to-day worries, we help you detoxify”
And all those kind of candy sweet promises. Don’t ask me where I found that ad, because I know too well that there is definitely a place with such offerings. The ad got me thinking anyways. So I thought:
Why do people really get stressed out, how, and to what end?
Can a therapist really help me de-stress and detoxify, to what end, and what is the sell-by-date of the ‘de-stressed’ feeling?
If I do not have the luxury of a ‘de-stress experience’ for so long- maybe two straight years, what would become of me?
Better still, how long is the sell-by-date of mental sanity?
So, is it really possible to be permanently de-stressed and detoxified, or should I pretend that the thought of it tastes better than a chocolate-box story?
Well, I decided to do a fair amount of study that was more than good enough to give me more than a fair amount of excellent answers.
Professionals define stress as events or situations that makes us feel tension, pressure or negative emotions such as anxiety and anger. On the other hand, others view stress as the response to these situations or events, these responses are usually physiological changes and they may include; increased heart rate and muscle tension as well as emotional and behavioral changes. However, most psychologists regard stress as a process involving a person’s interpretation and response to a threatening event (Auerbach, Stephen, and Gramling, Sandra E, “stress (psychology),” Microsoft ® Encarta 2009).
So I decided to interpret this whole stress perspectives thus:
Stress may be:
A nut to crack;
How I choose to crack the nut;
Or the decision making process of how I choose to crack the nut.
Therefore if you ask me to shed more light, I would say that being busy, or having an important deadline to meet, or problematic work or social relationships, such as a poor evaluation by a supervisor( just like I experienced in my project while completing a major requirement for a bachelor’s degree in microbiology) or an argument with a friend( the kind I sometimes have with one of my favorite roommates who I like and dislike at the same time for having opinions too strong for their own good) , or even failure( like failing a third year organic chemistry course in the only Nigeria’s den), personal humiliation( the kind I call ‘embaharassment’ , self-imposed embarrassment), physical threats(like when my supervisor said he would slap me – even though he is still apologizing till today) etc. are all events (stressors) on their own, but people’s responses to them can be a stressor too, and also interpretation/ processing of these stressors in one’s mind may be called a stressor too.
I just hope you are not expecting me to give you a seminar on stress – I am really not too interested in doing that, you know I am not much of an authority in the field. Telling me to do that is simply asking me to write a review on scholarly works, and I am so going to call that an ‘event’ myself. Besides writing reviews on microbiology, kept me away from you all this while and I am so sorry.
Nevertheless, I would love to say something on one of the effects of stress that I find rather interesting – mental illness! I discovered or do I say that I rediscovered that the people who we consider irritable, socially withdrawn, and emotionally unstable are simply people who receive a high dose of exposure to stress – and people who cope poorly with the stress. Prolonged and high stress dose exposure may lead people to anxiety, depression, or other severe emotional problems. Anxiety disorder caused by stress may include generalized anxiety disorder, phobias, panic disorder, and obsessive-compulsive disorder. And guess what, people who survive catastrophes sometimes develop an anxiety disorder called post-traumatic stress disorder. They re-experience the traumatic event again and again in dreams and in disturbing memories or flashbacks during the day. They often seem emotionally numb and may be easily startled or angered. I also find it shockingly interesting that professionals agree that coping with stress required individuals to use thoughts and actions to deal with stressful situations and lower one’s stress levels. Also, many people have a characteristic way of coping with stress based on their personality, and that people who cope well with stress tend to believe they can personally influence what happens to them, they usually make more positive statements about themselves, resist frustration, remain optimistic, and persevere even under extremely adverse circumstances, most importantly, they choose the appropriate strategies to cope with the stressors they confront. It was at this point of studying that I was like eureka, I found it!
If a professional’s textbook and his experiences teaches him that coping with stress is basically a question of response due to a person’s heart (mind) disposition, and I chose to agree because it sounded logical – even without studying his textbooks or having his experience. In the same way, any and every professional would be polite by me, if he, without studying my textbook and having my experience chooses to agree with me that mutants (Theo-Sapiens) have the only sure and strong antidote to stress due to the permanent state of their hearts, coded for by the Spirit of God in their hearts (spirits). This stress antidote is programmed in them and is automatically activated in them when confronted by the ugly and eerie face of stress because of the reviving power of their right believing. They believe ‘the too good to be true news’- the Gospel! When confronted with bad and ugly event or stress (which I have chosen to call the bad news) they automatically switch on to the beauty of the Gospel – The Good News’ locked away within them, and get refreshed and renewed. “They that trust in the Lord shall renew their strength” my textbook says. They don’t necessarily de-stress or detoxify because the stress cannot mix or mingle with them.
Therefore, I realized, reaffirmed and concluded that what doctor or a psycho-therapist might choose to call a healthy state of mind is that mind state that slightly or grossly mimics ‘ the Rest of God’ because I know that such state of mind is a permanent and vital reality of mutants. God’s rest is a place but more to that, it is a place that only our hearts (spirits) can be in. Our spirits house our souls which in turn house our mind. When my spirit is at ‘The Rest of God’- The secret place, the Kingdom of God, only then can my mind be tamed to rest and be de-stressed, detoxified and permanently tranquilized. I know too well that no amount of yoga can take anyone there. The best that yoga might do is to show you a dream scene of ‘Rest’s door’ swinging to and fro like the graceful dance of a beautifully formed damsel in any deliciously written fairy nice love story you might find in my library.
So we rest because we believe, and because we believe, we continue to trust in Him with His own faith, the faith that came with the Gospel we heard.
And because we continue to trust in Him, He gives us wings like that of an eagle, so that we can glide and accelerate with little or no efforts in the turbulence of the air currents that never appears to cease. Unlike other birds in flight, we never struggle – we soar! We see the turbulence, but like the eagle on the sky we don’t take notice because we have a similar soaring swagger.
When Elsa the ‘Frozen’ ice queen sings “the cold don’t bother me anyways” we get it because we share similar experience.
In fact we save our energy for any ‘swift and swoop’ attack of the bald eagle. We know that they that put their trust in the Lord are like mount Zion which cannot be moved but abides forever. We also live on the truth that them that wait, that hope on the Lord shall renew their strength. They shall mount on eagle’s wings and they will soar and not grow faint.
Jesus Christ is the Rest of God, the very rest from every work – from every doing, it is done. It is finished on the tree, and He is the risen king. He is the risen, the reason why we rest, why we have believed. He is the risen, the reason why we are permanently in the de-stressed, detoxified, tranquil and serene mode.
By Favouromeje, 2016.
Sup’ with this attitude
All these burn off me
Like the injustice running through the city’s tower
Enclosed in the vacuum called brain
Through the veins and tissues
Hoping these words be applied without issues.
Let’s go higher
This is the will we must seek
Blimey! Be it young, be it old
Like the fire
Let’s maximize this gift, power
For the sky is the destination
For the mind needs elevation
Unto this nation
I plead for freedom
Upon this kingdom I pray for the vision
Let our leaders see wisdom in power
And for the followers to understand the way of power, this hour.
For the ways of man is engaged with flaw
He raised himself above the law
Why this war?
The problem we fight daily
Is built in his heart like a wall
Please take these words
For unto him, is this power given
Let him be wise enough
So he could see the light rise
Ahead of the tunnel.
The alchemist…
Author note:
I feel the necessity of the right use of power, power is the trait we all have in common, but people are not giving attention to its right use. Get inspired as you read
© Tolulope Amao
In truth, I speak him aloud
In words, I pick his existence
For he is the lamb, the lamp to your feet
For he is also the lion, your pavilion when all seems wrong.
In letters I adore him
Even beyond the latter years
Your tears now his care
Even when the world yells fear
Still he is fair enough
To bear your regret
And call you into his fold.
In sickness, when all hope seems faded
In every disappointment, when the future seems broken
Like a fracture to the brain
O yes! Yes He is with you
To heal your diseases
To reveal carefully that it’s not disappointment
But “this is my appointment”
All for seasons,
And beyond the seasons
Very much Christ
Is alive to give you rest…
He is here!
He is there!
He is with you dear!
Iamthealchemist
2016
Christ’s witness
© Tolulope Amao “Spiritual”
This is the word spoken on Sunday
When the lame sees him
And their blame is taken away
When we sing the song of redemption
Despite the state of recession
When those who feel wrong of their sins
Now behold him to sing the song
The song of salvation
It all starts on Sunday.
Sunday, the sunny day
That expresses His glory
That those who are holy
Might gather and show him, the gratitude
Sunday, sun now yields to his sons
That his daughters will live in laughter
And voice be raised
Instead of noise
That heart stays broken
Instead of being harden
It is a scene on Sunday
Sunday more than the ray
But evidence of his coming
That Sunday will someday reckon victory
When this fleeting breath is taken
When this hasten heart
Be put to a stop, according to his act
This starts on Sunday.
On Sunday,
Let all heart be subjected
And render praise
Let the mountain be raised
Let the waters be still
Let hope beyond man’s understanding stage
Let his sons, daughters cope
For it is another start
Another chance for us to dance
And grow, glow in him
Till the trumpet sound
Everyone “it’s Sunday”
The alchemist (c) 2016.
Author note:
It is another start, and phase to face. A new hope starts.