Just wondering… (Simeon)

Just Wondering …

I wonder when contributing to all discussions that are floating around you became a mark of your perspicacious nature.
I wonder when crying at people’s word, beating yourself to comatose when it’s like your hope is no more feasible, putting a rope round your neck any these worthless paroxysm of emotions became a sign that you are tender hearted.
I wonder when talking to people harshly, denying them every single thing they politely requested of you, being too spineless became your ID for your formality and strong personality.
I still wonder why someone would believe that excess cholesterol would kill them, that a bullet could put a hole on their chest, that a ruler would help them create a perfect straight line but struggle with the truth that sin kills, that God has need of them and that hell is a big reality.
I wonder how comfortable we can be reading and arguing about politics yet give little attention to studying the bible or even praying for the nation’s survival.
I still wonder how I willingly cause God pain yet he’d still patiently wait for me to return to him, to heal and clean me up.
I was…

…Just wondering.

‘ME’….

When last did you sit and consider, ‘Maybe the problem is really me’?

No, really! Forget the cliché and think of the reality that maybe that ghost you keep running away from is ‘me’….

Your shadow distorted by the dim light of deception, a darkness that so easily besets you…

No, really! I need you to think and remember that time someone pointed out that flaw and you said ‘No! no that’s not what I do’…..

You remember ‘I don’t wanna hear about this any longer you’re making me sick with this argument’ and all the while you’re the only one talking or well you and yourself because the words around you can’t be louder than the voices in your head so instead you tell every one else to shut up knowing fully well that the real person to be hushed is you….

Make no mistake ‘me’ does not just affect the heathen so don’t confuse the call to come out from among them as a message of isolation from just people, it was a call to slowly, painfully but eventually break free from ‘me’…

Don’t do that! Don’t you dare go back on that deluded lane, can’t you see it has left you in doubt and utter denial for so long? Who told you that the issue is the devil…

Oh yeah right I figured it was ‘me’ giving you all the power you needed to push the blame on the very accuser you empowered by your fears and insecurities.

Well the good news is that the victory is in the consciousness, faith does not deny the problem but it enables a recreation. ‘Yes I was convicted but by his blood I am acquitted no longer bound to ‘me’ because you are raised in and with Him

By Abokhai Osione

#grateful

It is a beautiful thing to be alive and healthy
To have hopes and dreams and a plan to work with
To know things will turn out for good, for better, for best
To smile, to laugh, to live, to love, to find peace and rest
To have God for Father and Source
To run this earth’s course as God’s son
                                          Selah.

LIFE: The Definitions.

LIFE: The Definitions. by Egwu Nnanna Echem

Life is sincere, when the divide of your actions and intentions becomes as thin as thinness; when you make no pretense about your allegiances, when your diaphragm easily expands and contracts with delight whenever you speak since you have demonstrated over time a faithful link between your heart and the words of your mouth.

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LIFE: The Definitions.

Life is beautiful, when great moments form a tapestry of consonance; and you blink times without number to see the world refresh as if you pressed the F5 button on your windows PC then the world comes alive again.

Life is good, when you not only make yours good with LG accessories/gadgets but extend goodness with a smile to those near and far in your words, deeds and helping their needs; when you become the testimony of many, the reason for many to look up to a perfect day.

Life is brave, when you go beyond the status quo to attain great heights you were once afraid of; when your dark sides are pushed aside by the light of knowledge as the sky becomes a stepping stone.

Life is insane, when you  wake up to know that the one you love just bid farewell and time keeps ticking even as you think of it; when your childhood flashes back to memory like yesterday only to be dressed with clothes of mistakes and stains of safety and the only rays shining through are that  of regrets, and pains.

Life is expectant, when you stumble, fall, get bruised, but you gather courage to crawl, stand, walk and run again jumping over the hurdle of your past as you fly across milky way galaxy… only to be hit this time by the asteroids. The stars stare at you expecting greater than before.

Life is fast, when you blow your candles and remember 365 plus 1day has just flashed by with your body having enough certificates of scars, tears, sweats, wrinkles, stiffness and your hearts’ ware-house keep all that eyes cannot see and the tongue hard to explain and the clock keeps winding down.

Life is colorful, when you are surrounded by different shades of relationships: family, friends, and the love of your life that you soon get contempt and take for granted… for familiarity sake. Until your world goes sepia and they come back to add that beauty you once threw away.

Life is Ironic, for the so called simple and most unnoticed gifts are what make it full: From the drop of water to the breath you breathe as nature unfolds daily and the cosmos in silent motion.

Life is a gift, when God gave his only begotten son, Jesus: to die in place of the world. The same world that was created through him, for him and without him wouldn’t have been created; in him was Life and that Life was the light of Men- You, me and them.

Life is whatsoever you make out of it… But without Jesus, it’ll be NOTHING!

“I am the way, the truth and The LIFE”- Jesus Christ 

Is HE part of your Life’s’ definition?

“Written during my pursuit for life’s meaning and purpose, knowing that we all have lesser than a second” –Egwu Nnanna .E

Perpendicular

Yes its written, and so?!
We will do what we do
How can God understand,
How it feels here on lands?

Soon he comes by the clouds
Tearing all of the shrouds.
And He left us the way
Did he fore-see today?

All the good and the perfect
Is our duty to project
But we have to scrape, scrape away
All the garbage in the way.

If we say we’re born of God
Then we do the work
Not because of words of air
No because of who we are

Let his punctuations puncture
Me of thoughts without his future.
And let his verbs reverberate
Into the deeds I perpetrate.
He’ll paint my adjectives
And because he lives
I am a noun named
Only by the breath he penned.

Still the choice is really
Made individually.
I’ll think the way he does,
Am sticking to the Words.

The Race

There is a race
That is run across the face
Of the earth, everyday.
Racers line from a starting place called ‘Birthday’
They all have enough fuel for the first leg.
Their mission is to get a second full filling of fuel before the first leg is over.

…from the Heavenly Race.

There is no gunshot to signify the start of the race. And their volumes of fuel differ…some have enough fuel for 70years…some for 100, etc
The racers start out screeching and screaming at the sound from her face, some of you know her as Mommy, Mumsi, etc.
They all have forgotten their destination, so they shoot of in different directions, families, talents, dreams, etc.

…from the Heavenly race.

The tracks appear dangerous, there are traps and tricks, bites and licks, designed to distract racers from getting answers. Answers to the question of ‘How does a racer get their second full filling of fuel?’

…from the Heavenly race.

To get these answers, let’s turn from the racers… To God, The Lord, who so loved the world.
He knew the racers before desires and kindergarten, before exams and birthdays. He left them words, a map, so they could locate their second full filling of fuel.

…from the Heavenly Race.

There are books, books and more books written every other year telling racers how to be successful and updated winners of the first leg. And as more and more of these books are read, less and less racers even remember that they need a second full filling of fuel.

…from the Heavenly race.

Even worse are those
Whose prides rose
Because they found the map
They went and took a nap
They let other racers be their trap
Thinking, ‘Let them read me the map,
I like my things sharp sharp!’

…from the Heavenly race.

You are all racers, yes!
Temporary participants of the human race.
The bible is the map.
It comes in different designs, languages and translations…
All saying the same thing- Seek first the Kingdom of God and his righteousness, not yours. That’s how you get the second full filling of fuel.

…from the Heavenly race.

The Spirit of God is the second full filling of fuel every racer needs…not money or marriage.
In the second leg, with the Spirit, we do not run, we are seated in Christ, we have entered God’s rest. We have ceased from our struggle.

…from the Heavenly race.

There is a race
That is run across the face of the earth…
Racers sit in a starting place called ‘Christ’
They all have, we all have, unconditionally, just enough fuel for eternity.
Join us, God loves you too.
This was the Niel Quchi, reporting…

…from the Heavenly race.

When I try to complain…

Godzniel's avatar2nd Daniel

Words well up from behind my eyes as I type them without format, stanza or protocol. I simply need to eradicate the stench of annoyance that has built up from years of not flushing my system properly of irritation.

The log of wood in my left eye has grown a canopy that is the habitat for my patience and perhaps, I have become a patient nursing the promises of my Comforter as I watch my kin shiver in a cold world.

I want to dump my conscience, having found it has been conditioned by the same Miss Information that hails from The knowledge of Good and Evil. Since I’ve fallen off that family tree, I want to leave that Local Government Area behind, but…

How?

Lord You said if I left mother, father, sister, brother and anything anyone for you I would surely get more in return, but is this…

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This Birthday

This was the birthday of those days ours pens peaked
Peeked at the futures we passed off as presents
Present to prove, Our Father he touches
Touches of light burst through us like we’re torches
Torches free styling our words to be bombs
Bums don’t exist here, We all are saints here
Hereby proclaiming we’re grateful for three years
Three ‘yeahs’ for God’s will, this is a punchline
Punchlines aren’t all that when His words don’t punch lines
Lines drawn to separate the sheep from the goaties
Goaties are hoping we don’t see no barbers
Barb as in sharp as the word that we need
Needs that are met when we fill up on God’s word
God’s word the ink, by which our pens speak,
speak of his mercy, peak on this birthday.

Niel…