Hello, My name is Niel and these are the ChristaPoet Freestyle Sessions. This year, ChristaPoet wants to give you a special perspective to our freestyles. At first, some of these poems were published as stand-alone pieces. But in actuality, each poem is an untitled part of a freestyle session. Each freestyle session is given a topic for the poems to address.

Welcome to the 4th of June 2021, when the freestyling began at 7:52 am. I wrote:

Yo


Welcome to the upgrade
Danfo like I don’t fall
Dusk be my time after all is said and dawn
Had a really planned day, got a lot of work done


This morning I thought deep about something
How we shun the Word and get to anthropomorphizing
Someone who made trees and the python
Clearly that’s is demonic influence and a nice one
Even if I wake up tied to a chair
I am set free by the Word wey I hear
The human condition isn’t the feeling of our hands down
It’s the illusion of enjoyment always being around
And never meaning anything when the trumpets sound

So, from 2013 till today, every few months I conduct an upgrade of my mind. I do it by introspection, “Christrospection”, teaching myself new habits and such… I suspect that it was during one of these “upgrade” that I wrote on this day.

I kept writing:

Recently I found out how it really goes
Judas is saved like a cloud upload
Suicide doors don’t open damnation
Samson did the same after judging the nation
Eyes on faith, Ntụtụ bu decoration
I got power, Agbara to give the nations

Do you recall Peter and his lies
After the first murder, bro Cain went to hide with God’s bullet proof. Chai.
No let them lie to you, and I don’t mean Mohamed
God forgives all and he never leaves you dead
So if you need the OT for the OT, come and meet me
What I studied was really John for my BSc

And after a brief pause, I opened the floor at 8:09 PM. This was the time I brought forth the topic; Meditation.


The first person to respond in poetry was Damaris. Damaris is Christapoet’s host in the Upword series on Instagram. Pretty lady with a serious schedule. She came through at 8:25 PM:

My thoughts speaks an unheard language

An unknown tongue
Too sacred or solemn for my lips to speak
Words would ruin it
So I’ll just let my heart do the talking

I’ll sit in this silence
In the quietness of this moment
I’ll turn down the world’s volume
Till I can hear your heart beat




I

Yes, she purposely ended with “I”. That’s one of the things that I love about poetry. You can mean what you want and reveal what you want, but openly hide what you want.

Sweet Food is never plenty

And so it came to pass, that there were no freestyles until 12:37 PM, when one of my favorites, Eremi said a few words about meditation:

M E D I T A T I O N

Words spoken
From residual abundance

Words heard
amidst uttered abundance

Words received
Alongside tweeted abundance

Words munched on
A mix diet of fresh and leftovers

Pictures recreated
The urge to speak into being

On the canvas of reality
Words meditated on
Become the pictures painted
To recreate again
From residual abundance


Pearlythoughts

Ok, so her pen name is “Pearl”. Hehehe. Why would I call her Pearl when she has a beautiful African name such as EREMIPAGHMO?

What I wrote next, at 1:09 PM, was supposed to be…a retort to Eremi’s freestyle entry, but unfortunately; it was the last entry for the day. Here I am, Christapoet to the World:

I am going to try to write ignoring music
Even though there’s places I can go that’s less acoustic
The negative stimulus has me thinking at my own pace. I should use this to give me a running start.

Like levitate and gravitate like i ate 8 eighteen years olds or i refuse to preach
How dare you blame you blame another’s will on me
That’s what it meant by all authority

The black sea is waiting to be crossed
No. Eremi, so this is Saturday spills
For real, i wonder if i want tweak the theme
And thunder past the label like a beast indeed
I heard

My father paid for everyone one of them, i am commander messenger
I logistic word of God
Not afraid to stand in buses
But i have no proof of that
Got lil Lizzy all tongue speaking
Let her testimony speak
I am higher but i share
That’s that love of which I speak
What is height and what is peak, I found my stories in zooming in

Yeah yeah, and that is how it went down on the 4th of June 2021.

I believe that if you had read any of these poems on their own, you would get a part of the picture. Now you see them together, I think it’s a more wholesome picture. Tell us what you think, and see you next time.

Authors:
Niel Quchi
Damaris
Eremi

12:23 AM




June 28th, 2021







I think this is the name of the first TPain album I ever encountered. On this day, at this moment, I don’t really remember what it was that I was thinking…




Hello, My name is Niel and these are the ChristaPoet Freestyle Sessions. This year, ChristaPoet wants to give you a special perspective to our freestyles. At first, some of these poems were published as stand-alone pieces. But in actuality, each poem is an untitled part of a freestyle session. Each freestyle session is given a topic for the poems to address.

The topic I chose for this day was Epiphany. It is not rare to see me writing so late in the night or so early in the morning.


12:40 AM, I wrote:

Missed calls from sleep caused

By laws still anonymous
Godswill asked for prose
Only cams see a Niel pose
Fat girls and slim bros
Body spray and new clothes
I found I can’t boast
Bottle of the Holy Ghost

And thus began a long instance of life’s irony. Though it was so early in the morning when I began the freestyle session, it was not until 7:32 PM in the adolescence of dusk, that Uba wrote:

I hear voices in my head and they speak to me,
I see them standing in this haunted house
like scarecrows about to plow my soul with their hoes,
I fear they have planted fear now scared that harvest season is near.


This fear, now spreading through my body like stage 5 cancer
I can’t seem to find the answers to these growing thoughts about to blow my mind
Making me bind so I confide in loneliness, converse with sheets
Y’all will think that I’m insane, I have a feeling that my soon-to-be new resident might be a Mad House.

I sometimes wonder

This new darkness that I have found myself in, how do I get to this place?
How I fell into this base so dim, it seems I’m stuck in this maze doing a merry go round, I am so lost and don’t think I can be found
My eyes shiny like silver surfer searching for escape but I am Galactus Slave,
It is devouring my happiness and though I patiently wait for dawn
When I once felt like a king but here I am just a pawn

My mind tells me its CheckMate, that I can’t find a way out
I can’t fight this feeling

I thought I was superman but this house is my crib tonight.
Creaking stairs, Broken Windows
These walls look like clowns even batman would be scared of the Joker in a poker face.

I’m stuck
My body feels like an Overpriced apartment and these voices in my head are those of a nagging landlord that I have grown tired of running from,

So I brace myself for my end.

But how do I return what I never owned?
How do I take what I didn’t give?

Cuz I had sieved the truth and drowned in these lies
Let slithering tongue in to deceive
Have lived in dark so much all I recognize is Eve
But I refuse to give in to this deceit
The potter’s hand never made a mistake
His air runs through these lungs
This tunnel has a light at the end
Suicide can’t be my savior
It isn’t the author and finisher of me
That Job had been done on the cross

Phew!! Like, he had me holding my breath, wondering if he was really going to veer so far off-topic. But I guess that that is the nature of realizations. You wander until you stumble upon yourself…suddenly knowing, suddenly seeing something that was there all along.



Chimbuchiamaama John Solomon Igbo is more popularly known as Mindsmith; Spoken Word artist, recording artist, Radio/TV personality, DJ, Event Planner, Freelance Writer…I just want you to get a glimpse of my friend, Mindsmith, and see a new perspective when you read what he wrote at 8:19 PM:

Look, see the future before you.
A year and a half ago you
hadn’t come this far
but now look at you
The little flower you were
a big tree has grown from this mustard seed.
You come out of your revelry,
Have you been daydreaming?
Nope, you had an epiphany.
A revelation has come

At first, you want to be the realist,
the very first critic of your own invention.
But you can’t deny the confirmation that burns in your soul.
The same confirmation when you pray.
Yes, you know what I’m talking about.
Let’s end it here.
My guy is waiting to use my phone and make a call.

I see it as pride. Plenty of confidence in his ability to be poetic while obviously trying hard not to be. While he chose to “End it here”, at 8:24 PM, after a long day, I continued:

Lemme start here


I used to write a lot of descripto
Now I only follow the script oh
My aunt told me, “Stop with the crypto!”
I told her, “CBN didn’t say so.”


I realized something this year though
Jehovah Jireh everyday Bro
It’s how I reap where I never did sow
And trusting in his love is the peace oh
That quick maths
The real peace maths


The parable is told of the sparrow
Forked wings, fast thing, but he doesn’t sow
But me, fasting, I dey harbor
Resentment, when God meant that I lack not
Desires made of greed make me pray more
Recently I found a few of my mates oh
Never really planned from the get-go
They don’t have the speed or direction
But here we are led, we’re the Lord’s own.
Agidigba

A brief pause, and at 8:58 PM:

Ain’t no strategy that can out-plan
A man freestyling from God’s hand
The winds of life dey blow like fake charger
But nothing offs his stabilizer
Fervent, dogged, steady praying
They will never see him coming
He who sees the end from starting
He will finish what he’s starting

Shey you wanna be starting something

I am Micheal when I jack sin
I’m a son moon-walking
Ain’t no news thriller than this
But there’s no condemning
And the power reels me in again
Hopelessness is impossible
God’s got plans for the things I’ll do
I am free, oh yes it’s true
But only when I admit the truth

Who can separate the two of us
Ain’t no enemy as serious
Since I trust my Jesus
We are one like a Simba song


Though we are many


Only rushing cause it’s fun to run
Can’t you see the way my life is run
When I see my worry level up
I just go and dive into the Word
Dive into the Word
And I speak the Word
My confession repetition up
Like the Lady with the thing with blood
I don’t really need a Doctor
And when men lock the door
Yeah you know that I win though
Viewpoint made of God’s Word
Still the very best option

If you are subscribed to the daily #quotes that Christapoet releases, you will have seen Ebube’s work. She’s spectacular. Here she went, at 9:33 PM:

I testify of a love that satisfies and on you confers the power of sonship
Through one dip, He did wash so clean With no tip.

I testify of an opportunity to learn where you do not qualify by works but can walk through the door as though you did.

I’m a testimony
Rescued through Yahweh’s sudden appearance, that entrance knocked the wind off my pipe just like that my way paralyzed


Though in clothes deemed fit for a pile of rag without denial he accepted to buy me from the cell where I was dragged and ragged he tagged me

A slave having no decent testimonial
with a heart as bitter as bile
not with money did he but with the blood currency the very reason I can claim decency when from infancy I wrecked of sin

The CAP ladies each have a particular style; but collectively, the styles are actually similar. Except for St. Davnique of course. Maybe one of these days, We’ll dwell on that…

I believe that if you had read any of these poems on their own, you would get a part of the picture. Now you see them together, I think it’s a more wholesome picture. Tell us what you think, and see you next time.

Authors:
Niel Quchi
Mindsmith
UBA
Ebube