RECRUITED

May 11, 2018May 12, 2018Leave a comment

He was one we were not accustomed to
A perfect percentage of divinity
We …never measured up
In our self right-is-us-ness

We made flaws look good and any goodness seemed strange
We did not carry His burden, His fruits we did not bear
We hardly noticed Him much less His signal
Our routine was …”opposed his motion!”
Objection! Was our response to his every witness cloaked with pride

We never crossed his paths, notoriously parallel
As our fatal destinies never had any neon light
But then He, Jesus, the Christ
Bumped into us in humble majesty,
To reveal His pierced hands once again,
In the spiritual court we never attended

Revelations and with mouths ajar

We were paralyzed to Light, stroked by Lightening
We lacked capacity
No, the voltage was high, resistance was fairy tale
As our defense came crumbling in our faces
He portrayed victory as He dashed our hand cuffs to defeat
Change became our routine
As He penetrated our walls
Now we run through troops
Leaping over walls
We, are His sons recruited
An artillery, no rank breaking

We carry a thousand cities in our hand
Ten thousand cities at our right hand
Our bellies, filled with the rivers of the Spirit
We flood these cities
We reveal His love, His kindness, His sweetness
Through Him we can naturally do all things
I mean, He is TDH
Truthful and Divinely Holy
So we, a product of His balanced equation
Were made when the sound of victory was heard
And all we do is to show the papers with His said verdict
Saying….
You have been made free! Reveal Me!!

Azubuike Hannah Chinonso

PURE AS LIGHT

May 10, 2018August 22, 2018Leave a comment

Like the snake he came feeding me with his lies.
Summit to me and all these glory will be yours he said as he looked into my eyes.
Yes the deceiver! I was foolish and he was wise.

So foolish that I gave him my life and consequently I had to pay the price.
Holding a sword of darkness, he made it go through my heart. Back and forth it went.
And I pleading and bleeding to be free from this darkness.

Like cancer it was destroying me.
He defiled me, stripped me naked and gave me on week to live.You put me in this mess and give me one week to live? You devil! I screamed in despair.

He laughed and reminded me what I completely forgot; the wages of sin is death and you sinner your end is near he said.My eyes so red in anger and it looked as if I had consumed some bottles of beer.
Hold your tears my dear, you will need them when your soul gets to hell, he said.

Two years has gone and i still live today because someone cleansed my stains and died in my place.
He lives and i live.
I live as white as snow.
I live as pure as light.

PRINCESS PIRINYE

THE FUTURE

May 9, 2018May 8, 2019Leave a comment

It is a place of completeness
Where pregnant ideas are being actualized
With wills being fulfilled and inheritances collected
It tells of the fears of the night, written plans of the dawn
And the actions to execute for the day ever did happen or if they were just flight of the imaginations

It is the ‘Today’ of some, the ‘morrow’ of others and the ‘yesterday’ of many fathers
What lies there are revealed potentially settled situations and secrets hidden in the past
With the emergence of ‘new’ discoveries
The reason everyone strives to be there.

This future could beam, could be dim or may not exist
And chances of arrival at ones’ destiny grows bigger or slimmer
While Mack makes it to the finish line, Joan dies trying

This impact of decades ago makes rippling effects
Dreams fulfilled, targets achieved and some wishes killed
One becomes a king with just a glimpse of it
The reason man searches for it even before it arrives

It comes with hope
But its certainty is not by mere talk or show of strength but of a diligent mind
The expectations are tentative
But could be put in the right trade
With an exchange of time and life
An archive of words limited, actions increased and explanations shortened
One would reach optimistically and look back thankfully

It is the fruits of yesterdays’ seed sown
And the tree growing from the decades’ of continuous watered ground
While some would be termed mistakes
With regrets of “Could have, would have, should have been”
This future gives birth to the man he becomes
Yet as one is begotten, another dies

But there’s nothing new hidden under the sun
Nothing comes as a surprised to the earth
A continuous cycle of fashion, fame, love and war
Only with advanced-archaic methods
And progenies of the past events are shown once again
Yet that has never been the blueprint for the future

It is the end of the script, the cast of the play, more also the fade of the song
But if spelt out, where would the suspense be?
Hope will be killed and man’s ‘curiosity gene’ will be extinct
Leaving a devastating misery behind
So let the culprit be revealed, let the suspect confess, let the case be closed with three dots to the next unknown line

The future is you embalmed with time
Cause one or more lives could be tied in there
With links, no lines knitted to each other in one way or otherwise
And this future could be ours
If only we are ready to search it with all resolve.

Azubuike Hannah Chinonso

Reign

May 8, 2018May 9, 2018Leave a comment

Christians clapping for the dusty
Rusty riches reaching for the hearts above, see?
Lust is the new faith, bro
So we aiming for the jet and cash flow, Abraham flow.

Now they’re saying that the ‘Amen’ did it.
Sitting in the new year; still above digits.
Woulda died broke, but am still living.
No I don’t tithe but am still given.
Wives tales wagging, nebios growing.
Up-down pastors, feature lies past us
Talk back at critics like the money is the measure

But all the riches in the world all disappear
Only the Word and those who hold him dear
Will still be here
I dont care which year
The end is a car and the world is a reindeer
I am not afraid, I am certain ’bout my reign dear.
Man’s not cold, whether or not it rain there
By faith I am sure we go reign there.

The Neil

Saved

May 7, 2018May 7, 2018Leave a comment

I like that you wear clothes that keep you warm.
They keep you warm enough so that I can hold you in my arms.
If they didn’t and you were cold I would be afraid I may smother you.
In my struggle to keep you warm and breathing I may smother you to death as cold as itself. It would be a shame. I’m sorry. But I cannot bear to hold you in my arms when you are cold cause I cannot.
If I tried I would override you.
My feet would stretch over your cold feet stroking it so that it yields. I may strike it off totally, knocking your bones off structure. And my arms over yours in a bid to keep them from being cold I wouldn’t stop wiping or swiping until I would have swiped their very skin off. No one would laugh at the funny bones cause they would be dreadful to look at. I’m not kidding.

Your face. My hands wouldn’t stop. In a bid to save it from the cold I’d rub and scratch. Ridding it of every make up or DNA matches. Your chest would be so cold I would stump on it. I wouldn’t take it. Your tommy I would try to fold it to keep it as warm as possible but no I would be tearing it apart. Your back I would try to keep it warm but it would prove too hard I would break it. I would rip you apart. I would reach for your cold, crusted lips. Try to bring it back to life, saliva for saliva, tooth for tooth. I would sweat. But you wouldn’t yield. My want would have drowned you. Stripped you…

I’m glad you wear clothes and they keep you warm. Warm enough for me to hold you in my arms. I love you. And I wouldn’t want to hurt you more than I would want anything else for you. I care that much that’s why I recommend them for you. You may not trust it much but then you would never know how cold you would have been without them. Cause you would be alive, warm and breathing so much so you wouldn’t know what it felt like to be cold. Clothed in your own beliefs, your own defense of yourself, your own pov, everything wears warm about you, from your thoughts on your sleeves down to the socks of articulate speech wrapping the ankles of your feet. And if your body is a house, you’re house warming until your fans have blown the skin of your face such that your lips react by spreading upward on your face like an omelette cooking in a pan.

I like that you wear clothes. They keep you warm and comfortable. I like that because that way, you can smile. But if you were cold, I’d never have access to your mind no matter how hard I scratched. I know that so I’m really glad you wear clothes. I am. Because now I can really hold you without the fear of losing you when what I really want is to keep you.
Signed
Jehovah.

(Let Jesus be the clothes, let the warmth be the love shed abroad our hearts. Rom 5:1-5)

Adaobi

LIBERATED

May 6, 2018May 6, 20181 Comment

All you give is free,
All you give is mine for free.

It cost me nothing,
But you gave still, holding back nothing.

Now I can boast in you,
Now I can stand boldly before you.

With no fear or guilt I stand,
On your Word forever I stand.

Your love for me can be compared to none,
In you I’ll dwell till forever is gone.

Imani Dokubo

O fish alley

May 5, 2018May 5, 2018Leave a comment

I’m officially capped to do this.
Okay. Here’s the thing. You have to promise me something. Three things, four.
You know this is freestyle Friday so yea…
First permit us in this alley. We know fishing is not allowed but common our bait are for words. The hooks held by our fishermen are made of ink. We fetch our words from peace like from a river overflowing so we can catch men by the pull.

Next give us an audience. We need an audience to be caught by our wide nets weaved of words and punctuations to mark a good start with our fishing business.
We heard there are ghosts in your alley. Some have even nicknamed it the haunted alley. We understand that’s a legit reason for the ban but do let us face our fears ourselves. If we call ourselves fisher men give us the benefits of being adequately clad for the job.

And finally, don’t leave us your equipment. If they worked in ghost proofing the area it wouldn’t still be haunted would it? We have come from a dimension of torch lights that spell victory with the name of the Christ. And from this watch tower, Life is not too good to be true, it is true.

Adaobi

LOVE WITHOUT LIMITS

May 4, 2018May 4, 2018Leave a comment

I was unsure the day I accepted Him. I couldn’t afford to be heart broken yet again.
But I needed help so I took the risk.
I said YES
Weeks went by and I found myself guilt tripping.
Nothing I did was enough or (so I thought).
I didn’t know how to express my love to Him the way He did to me.
I struggled so hard to be faithful, and committed, but I failed each time.
Loving Him was tough, I cried some nights, and silently prayed that He’ll forgive my shortcomings.
I couldn’t return the favour, I felt empty.
He carried all my burden, and never complained.
Months turned into years and I was certain I couldn’t keep up, it seemed too good to be true.
My Love, we need to talk.
Go on dearie, am all ears.

What can I do to help make this work?
How do you mean?
Each time I try to make up for a wrong,
Each time you love me more.
You never seem to count my wrongs against me.
I don’t feel befitting to have You, I don’t feel worthy.
Listen to me my love,
I rejoiced the day you accepted me.
All I seek is to have a relationship with you, my love for you is dependent on nothing you do.
I forgave you of all your short comings years ago. Your past isn’t relevant and can never be compared to the glorious future we have together.
I find you worthy, in you I see perfection.
Don’t try to earn my love,
my love for you is eternal.
I swore never to be angry with you.
My yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.
Wow! Thank you Jesus!
For choosing me,
For loving me,
Now I know it’s not about what I do but what You’ve done.
I rest in You.