BELOVED,

Good day and welcome to another recap of freestyle Friday. It’s always a blessing to share these moments with you. This past Friday, the 7th of March, 2025, our phenomenal host, GodzNiel, presented us with multiple thought-provoking topics for expression:
TOPICS:
1. FREED
2. ASK
3. BELOVED
4. ANXIETY VS DILIGENCE


We kicked off with this profound quote from the captain himself Godswill Ezeonyeka:
The only love worth talking about is God’s!

I couldn’t agree more—so simple, yet deeply profound.

Hannah D’Ginus followed up with this short but powerful masterpiece::
A.S.K
I know you must have seen this
Ask is the acronym of Ask, Seek, and Knock
If you have not gotten an answer, just know you haven’t asked.


Then GodzNiel came in with these stirring lines:
Freed warriors
Freed stories of God’s building
God budding
Freed stables of the Love driven
Mercy interfered with a lie here and there
We’re the party that chose Truth and Dare
We die daily and preach Christ, we do dare
.

Hannah D’Ginus wasn’t done yet. She continued with this electrifying piece:
Energy
Just praying the Word
You are supercharged
You’ll use lightning for fuel and thunder as convoy

Just praying the Word
You’ll see Satan in his true form
Trying to stop you
Sending fear as his tool

Just praying the Word
You become aware of Zion’s assembly
You hear things that will be preached on Sunday

Just praying the Word
You activate angelic activity
You’ll know you are not alone
You’ll find speedily the way to the city

Just praying the Word
You’ll forget time exists


Words straight from the Masters table! We just can’t get enough, can we?

The captain Godswill Ezeonyeka swooped in again with this introspective piece::
Men know the rich one
Wealth like make-up, a fading beauty

Men know the strong one
Brawn bursting at the seams, ever leaking

Men know the accomplished one
Purposeful strides painting only the past

But do men know the loved ones
Whose sins are forever forgiven

Do men know the loved ones
Who sits content in the rest of another

Do men know the loved ones
Do men know they were loved once?

This freestyle Friday was concluded in style with this thought-provoking piece from GodzNiel:
Hehehe

What happened to God’s will
Is it no longer enough to be God’s beloved?
Is it no longer sought after
— to be fed with manna
— to quell famines with quail, and
walk across seas on dry land?

Who freed us from the Fear of the Lord?
Why are there scolding scowls haunting me when I ask?
Is the way of the Lord no longer the pilgrimage of His Beloved?
In the face of all this greed that sewed us new pockets, who cares enough about obedience—
To dismount Ang Xayiti, the knight mare that overides our diligence?

But seriously
What happened to God’s will?

We experienced nothing short of an ethereal Friday. As always, it’s great doing this with you🥂. Till next time, stay in God’s will ✨.

AUTHORS
Godswill Ezeonyeka
Hannah D’Ginus
GodzNiel

New year new faith

Penspeak Communities across Nigeria have recently taken up Freestyle Fridays hosted by The Godzniel. This is a collection of poems from Penspeak Community UNIZIK freestyles in January 2025.

Our very own MC Wisdom set the Christendom ball rolling,

Ladies and gentlemen,
Listen up, I’ve got a message for the masses
To the ones who think they can hold me back, I’ve got a few words to amass

This is not another new year, new me
And to everything and everyone who dissed me
This year you better receive sense, so free me

I’ll rise above the noise, I’ll shine like the morning sun
On every stage, I will stand my ground, call me the chosen one

So, to whom it may concern, listen up and take heed
I’m the MC WISDOM not to be reckoned with, my voice is a thunder that comes with a lightning decree

I’ll speak my truth, I’ll stand my ground
I’ll be the change, I’ll turn things around

So, watch me rise, watch me soar
I’m untamed and unstoppable, so sit back and watch out for more “MC WISDOM”

Just as we were still in awe of this grace, Delight came and gave us;

SCREENSHOT OF FAITH

In a world that judges by value and birth,
To us…the dreamers and the doers,
What shall we say to these things?
In a world of scrolling, tapping and clicking,
Where moments pass like a flash, never quite stopping.
There is one thing we capture, though abstract even to the believer.

You know,
The Youth today are chasing dreams
Like flashes on a screen…
Flickering fast, chasing fast, but what does this mean?
One wrong step, one wrong foot…
And you are back to square one questioning your truth.
Faith, they say, is the light at the end of the tunnel.
But what if the tunnel’s a mirror, a reflection of your struggles?
Like a dog chasing its tail, we run around in circles,
Dreams dangle like carrots, but we can’t even find the hurdles.
Irony lives here, right here in our struggle to rise,
The higher we reach, the higher the price we pay.

We keep chasing this lady ‘success’ just as she waltzes away,
More like the sun which rises but still sets at the end of the day…
We live in a world where everything is loud,
Where the pressure to rise feels like breaking the crowd!
We post, we hustle, we strive for the spotlight,
Trying to make a name in a world full of wrongful rights.
We keep chasing followers, likes and applause,
But the real faith is not about these shallow laws.

A screenshot of Faith is the courage to start.
It’s trusting yourself when the world says ‘wait’ …
It’s finding your power even when the world system says it’s too late.
It’s not about the speed or how fast you fly
It is just the courage to leap even when you can’t touch the sky!
It will tell you to walk, and then vanish from your sight
Leaving you wondering, “Am I wrong or right?”
So trust me when I say this one can’t be saved to your gallery… it’s not a picture, it’s more than a name.
It is the belief that in time we all shall find our flame.

We wrap up our freestyles here. It’s always an honor to be part of this. See you next month.

Authors
MC WISDOM
DELIGHT SHEKELS

A tale of compassion and faith

Penspeak Communities across Nigeria have recently taken up Freestyle Fridays hosted by The Godzniel. This is a collection of poems from Penspeak Community UNEC freestyles in January 2025.

From the watchtower, Iruoma cried out:

I am compassion, a gentle breeze
That calms a raging soul and quiets pain to freeze
I run in obscurity, yet understanding I seek
To heal a silent wound that mouth can’t utter

Like flower that blooms in desert oasis
So am I, a savour taste to the broken soul
I’m a badge of mercy, worn by one who’s torn
An irresistible gentle word, that calms a storm

I see beyond the fist, the anger and pain
And serve a feast of kindness, to wash the heart’s deep stain
I’m a dose of hope, that keeps each day aglow
A beacon of light, in the darkest place I go

I am compassion, I offer listening ears
Pay attention and owe no debt to negligence
I am the greatest gift to humanity
The loudest voice of love
I walk enduring miles
Leaving trails of smiles

Taking the wheel again, Iruoma launched:

With heart swift and low on  paths unknown
I plead to listen to the quiet whisper, that binds me whole
With convictions strong on choices made

I plead to heed the persistent voice of truth
With barns so enriched, and yards full of glittering gold
I pray to harvest, with mind full of sight

To sift grain from chaff, and separate truth from false
And with each step to embark, a journey of uncertainty
I pledge to trust the gentle guide

For He’s the spirit of the divine, with mysteries to unveil
He grants a sense of immortality, in the stillness, a peaceful knowing of secrets untold.
And moments to disobey in doubt, are times to will in regret

Not wanting the momentum to die out, Neche Goodnews took the baton on the relay:

 “Wish upon a shooting star and make your wish come true”
Senior said to me as we stared at the night sky
“So, make the wish”, he said to me as I was beholding the awe of the star littered sky
I close my eyes and make my wish and open my eyes into the present
A decade had gone by but I still reminisce the days gone by
I fasten up my tie while facing the mirror

What a decade it has been
Peril and strife fought their way into my world but I persevered
The psychological breaks and lapses chipped away at my very soul but I didn’t derange
As I go towards my bag, a thought enters my mind and a smile is found on my face
“Your wish is profound and pure, its impact, ground shaking, all I might not see it actualised but I can behold its potential”
Senior said to me, that was one of our last conversations
“It’s no time to slack, the world will soon be in awe”
I say as I take my bag and leave my place

People see the outcome of reality
I behold a future of possibilities
My wish would ensure that
Until then, I carry on

See you next month!

Authors:
Iruoma
Neche Goodnews

Agent

A thousand above me, I’m Joe in a cell
The devil approached me I just wouldn’t sell
I pray that my ex meets Christ at a well
The mercy we sit in, the story we tell
Revival is fire, too holy to quell
I come in a name too holy to spell
They would have used it in movies
They would have finished the groupies
But he who Son frees is a John Wick
And the reason he’s lit is the Spirit,
not the flesh, no the flesh doesn’t profit
But the Spirit is drawing and gifting,
Pastors teachers evangelists prophets.
And the kings of the earth heat a furnace,
But ‘Emmanuel’ isn’t a guy-name
We look human but we’re not the same race
We are victors already in life’s game

Pardon me and all the MC energy
Souls I was sent to are God’s irreplaceably
Not by my specialty but he who lives in me
Everything’s judged by the use they’re bequeathing
I’m born of salvation, an agent of heaven
I doubly owe Jesus, he paid for my saving
I double on serving, I’m dodging the leaven
Our heritage has been edited,
My backup’s angelic, there’s God in my blood
I’m armed to the spirit, my drip is absurd,
Its more than expensive, it’s “Armour of God”

I know

On the surface, I coast like a dolphin
I’m feeling like Thorfinn
Battle scars strike a pose with my farmthings
But I’m focused on holy harvesting
What can be done to one who’s dead already?
Yeah I sit crowned but my head isn’t heavy
He Reigns

Once upon an oops, I was itching on the tripod
Dragon in His shell, wondering what he would hatch for
Many orbits later, I’m assured of what to light for
Life Force,
Everything for The Risen that I write for

  • Godzniel
    (c) 2025

To an Unknown God

Sometimes Church feels like Athens
Worship-wielding wanderers wondering

To whom do we gather in obedience?
Men masking maladies making monuments?

Our fellowship should be love in experience
For Father’s foundations form family finesse

So from what root then comes our difference?
Banal boastings blurring basic believing

To a known God shall be the gathering of brethren
Rightly revealing restful reverent righteousness

In knowing God the Church must find her essence
Honing humans hosting heaven – holy harness

  • Ezeonyeka Godswill
    (c) 2025

Communion

When we seek Him…longing for him
As a man longs for his lost love…
Gazing at Him as a maid looks to her master…
Waiting on Him as
A waiter waits on a guest
We will find that
He has always be there
He has always been near
waiting…
For communion.

  • Olufunke Ajegbomogun
    (c) 2025

Ye Wandering Soul

Ye wandering soul
Hungry, thirsty and forsaken
Lost in an endless hole
Of rejection, struggles and pain
Forgotten in the pool of dejection, hopelessness and shame
Hear the clarion call of a mighty warrior
Calling you out of the pool of doom
From a pathway of damnation
From the enslaving arms of the wicked task master
Today, Jesus calls your name aloud
with arms stretched out towards you
Dripping with love and mercy
Full of Grace and truth
Offering you more than the world has to offer
Oh ye wandering soul
Don’t reject his loving embrace this time
Turn from this dead end
To the fountain of the living waters
To the all sufficient one
Who will quench your thirst and save your soul

  • Olufunke Ajegbomogun
    (c) 2025

Bread of Life

This weakness in my body
Emptiness of my soul
Weariness of my spirit
Vanishes when I feed on Him!
The Bread of life

Bread of life
Given for all
Take your place
Changing our ways
Fill our hearts
Till we want no more

  • Olufunke Ajegbomogun
    (c) 2025