The Missing Me

The garden,
fresh and full.
I wasn’t alone in the garden.

I named the tress,
I named the birds and beasts, I named the river,mountains and all things.

I was happy with all I named
But a part of me was missing inside me.

I looked for this part of myself in the garden
I looked at the cows
I didn’t find it

I looked at the monkeys
I didn’t find it
I looked all around
Yet I couldn’t find the missing me.

Out of frustration
I ignored a strong part of me in the ocean of nothingness.

I ignored the rhythmic vibration that this lost self keep echoing in space.

But , one day
I slept soundly as usual
In my wood carving shade.

Maybe God came
I don’t remember
But the tortoise affirms
That He opened my body and took a rib to create the missing me for me.

Now standing tall
Standing fulfilled
Standing whole
I have found my entire self.

Ugwu David C. ©2023

I Will Win This Life

Piloting my life
Is never easy.
Stormy tempest
Whirlwind, dangers here
dangers there.

I look up to great captains,
I download their pictures,
Listen to their audios,
Meditate on their stories and voyages.
But it is never easy.

It is never easy for me
And I known it is never easy for you too.
My age advances with pace
Yet my knowledge and accomplishments
Crawls behind.

Surely, I will win this life
Like a super legend
For it is written long ago
‘I AM MORE THAN A CONQUEROR.’

Ugwu David C. ©2023

Still Pray

It’s freestyle Friday and you know how we like to serve you; Hot 🔥 and fresh from the oven!!!. My name is Adeleye Olaoye and I will be the one to run you through Today’s menu. Niel, at 9:41 a.m., came to announce what we would be dishing for the day; Still Pray. I wonder what was going through his mind but anyway, sit back and enjoy your meal as your eyes feast on our poems.

At 9:46 A.M., Zoe Ziva opened dey floor:

Dey pray
E go be like say sometimes e no dey work, but still, dey pray
E go even be like Daniel wey dem go gather for your matter dey talk, but still, dey pray
Sometimes it may feel that your prayers are even dragging you towards what you’re praying against, yet again, still pray.
For in the place of prayers we gain strength for the days ahead, so still dey pray
For na den we go receive grace take make things happen and strength to stop the wrong things from happening.
So I say again. Dey pray.

Hope you enjoyed the appetizer? At 9:48 A.M., Godswill Ezeonyeka wrote:

Pray still I pray thee
When thy lips part in supplication
Let thine heart not wavering remain still
Let Jesus call thy peace to attention
And thy prayers find joyful voyage to Father

At 9:56 A.M., Hannah wrote:

When the edge is broken
When there are stray bullets flying in the streets
To pray or not to pray will not be a dilemma
When you are swallowed up by a fish
When you know you’re the reason for the chaos
To pray or not to pray will not be in conflict
But all pray and no watch makes the purpose of the One who sent you frustrated
Yet, all watch and no pray makes you a vessel of no use!

Godswill Ezeonyeka wasn’t done! At 10:03 A.M., he wrote:

Hearken! I pray thee
To the prayers prayed before
Our fathers besought the Father’s very being
With open hearts they yearned for answers we now ignore
Ye! The poured out Spirit searcheth for praying sons

At 10:43 A.M., The Niel wrote :
Father take it from me
Any hanging ons
Gbadura Fun mi
Favors get returned
May acidic spirits get watered down
Man on Holy Ghost
Word Diet and nightgown
We still pray for things we should be praying at
Father said pursue from where you’re kneeling at
Na Spirit go back you, just raise the right mast
Our room is espo, We were an Atlas
I still pray like spiritual pillow talk
Given there are days when we do outburst
The power and eternity sit above the talk
The Lord and His Word are the very First

Felzpoecy, at 10:45 dropped his bars:
When life seats you down to have a meeting with love
And your body begins to feel man enough to own it
Remember
Nobody ever made the right handbook for loving
So when you fall in a kind of love that doesn’t keep you warm in winter
Teach yourself to stand up
Do not leave without burning the bridges
The heat would help you through your travel to a better place

At 10:55 A.M., Ubamara wrote:
Stand still my soul, I pray thee
And know that He is God
When my heart is overwhelmed within me
Still will I pray
More times than I care to count
Has the One who is Love come through for me
And when it seems like my okro doesn’t draw
Still will I pray to the One I’m drawn to

At 11:38 A.M., The Jemcy wrote this:
The rule is simple
Pray or Faint
But I plead with you to choose the former
Its easier than you all have made it
Its as simple as telling me everything
As you would a friend.
I’m tired of being your last option
And being called upon only when you’re in trouble
I want you to dial the line just to say hi
I want our communication to be a constant thing.
I’m not a deaf God my boy
I just want you to pray some more
Till prayer becomes your lifestyle
The solution is simple
When you’re weak, ask me for help to pray…
And by asking, you just started to pray!!!

At 11:45 A.M., Eremipaghmo Pearl rounded up when she wrote this:
Speak the infinite liturgical languages
Pray! It’s a familiar code
Series of requests
Thanksgivings
Intercessions
Let the silent voice cry out
Leave the answer to the one whose say counts
Pray, it’s a familiar code
People still seek a listening ear
Raging thoughts driving them mad
And before them is the familiar code
Yet they know it not
Stiffled faith is what desperation births
The labour is ominous
If we don’t know the code
Let it out
Let it out to the one whose say count
Pray still regardless of what language you know
Still pray when thoughts go wild.
Do both in the name of Jesus

Authors:
Godswill Ezeonyenka
Zoe Ziva
Ubamara
Eremipaghmo Pearl
Niel
Jemcy
Felzpoecy

Pay Attention

Hello, My name is Adeleye and today I will be your tour guide on this wonderful first freestyle journey for the year.
Godswill was at the wheels and he decided to go vintage today;  At 5:52pm he said : Lets try an oldie: Freestyle with pictures and at exactly 5:57pm he dropped three picture prompts.

Ini brown dropped some hot bars at 6:14pm :


Pay attention to handwriting on the wall
For the signs and seasons signal many will fall
Let this rhyme of reason remind stand tall
For love wax cold at winter’s call

Pay attention to the Hand, writing on the wall.
Love personified, who can pick you if you fall
Mercy magnified, he heed you when you call
Hands always out stretched for your.

At 6:25pm, Godswill wrote:

pay attention to handwritings on this wall
this painting is noise so your bargain is null
the diversity seduces your soul to a dull
so spend your attention wisely like Paul

on things that lovely, kind and pure
within that noise HIS hand beckons
it pulls you in through the cross and more
pay attention to Hand’s writing on the wall

But Godswill wasn’t done, he decided to draw the curtains on the day by 8:50pm as he wrote:


There are many storylines but there is one storywriter. There is only one way that leads to the end and only the maze master knows it. Many men have argued about who wins the chess game between the foreseer and the mindreader but the creator will always checkmate.

And there you have it! The first freestyle session for the year! What are way to start! Don’t miss any of our sessions this year as we will be serving it hot this year!

Authors :
Ini Brown
Ezeonyeka Godswill

REFLECTED

I have seen the goodness of God
I know that feeling of bursting joy
I know the taste of unending smiles
I have held testimonies I used to hear of

I know what waiting can feel like
I know the taste of faith-filled professions
I have had to encourage my aching heart
I have had to look into the dark with hope

I know how easy it is to forget those days
I have made a habit of just praying for the next thing
I have let my prayers eclipse the blessings of the past
I know my problems now but I know these testimonies too

I have been a recipient of the benevolence of God
I have God to thank for all that I have and all that I am
I know God has been more than kind to me and mine
I know I can no longer let my present pain steal my gratitude

  • Ezeonyeka Godswill
    (c) 2023

Oak Season

As clear as day I hear it
The sound of a raging storm
My thoughts unclear as the cloud
My brows knitted in bewilderment

We spoke words
And this day we waited upon
The unveiling of what came as a prompting
The head start we need

Where did we m…
Stop
A stern interruption
Like lightning it flashed before my eyes

Leafs falling from a 100 feet
Roots absorbing water from a river
Branches unmoved by the wind
A trunk as large as the Pompey pillar

As clear as day I hear it
It’s Oak season
Rejoice
It has come

Imani Dokubo
(C) 2022