THE ARMY

April 1, 2018April 4, 2018Leave a comment

I sat in my shadows, legs crossed,
There was a knock,
And the Other had with something good to sell,
Large smiles and affordable prices,
We made a good bargain and I felt good,

It began to wear off,
I knew there would be a fight,
I should not have let it in,
I knew I would lose and I saw the Other taunt me,

The Eyes that saw me looked away,
I was trapped,
The Other flashed it’s bloody teeths,
The One I looked to turned away,

I crawled out of my shadows,
The lights blinded me,
Sharp hues of White, ivory and gold,
I stumbled around looking for my shadows,

The Other grabbed my shoulders and pulled me,
I couldn’t fight back,
I could only wimp,
It pulled me slowly now,
Perhaps reveling in its victory,

I looked up at the blinding light,
Only now I saw the One coming,
He held out his hands,
I had two choices,

It was a fight,
I tried to pull myself out of its grip,
It held on tight, a little tighter,
Then it bound me so much I felt taut,

I looked up again,
His hands were still outstretched,
I opened my palms and stretched my arms,
Before me,
I made a choice,

He took my hands in his and I turned back,
The Other’s eyes lit like fire,
I turned back and trembled,
He smiled and pulled me towards him,
I fell to my knees and watched the fight,

This time, I knew I would not lose,
Because I had an Army.

Ifiokabasi Okop

GLAD YOU CAME

March 8, 2018March 14, 2018Leave a comment

Born of a woman

Chopped off His glory

I went about aimless

Like a headless fowl

Lucy’s dinner

Wrapped in his filth like a chicken shawarma

My life though a mess

He picked me from that beautifully decorated filth I called home

And dipped in His blood

My sins permeating out of me

As I swam in His love

Kept warm by the fire

That was kindled by His very Spirit

A new creature now I am

Just out of the heat of His purifying fire

Bred by His spirit

Buttered with His love

Had my fill to its Peak

With the milk of the word

Sitted now at the wedding feast

With a bowl of grace

Filled with flakes of His favour

Immersed in the waters of Canaan

The land that flows with milk and honey

Now I look at me and ponder

How an unworthy me could get here

And all I see is His cross

So now I seat with the Son

Satisfied in Christ

Thank you Jesus

I’m so glad you came

Chibueze

The body of Christ

March 6, 2018March 14, 2018Leave a comment

The body of Christ
Divisions named denominations
Instead of strengths, no discriminations
But note this that the prophecy is unity

The Real nature of the body is this
That when the hand gets hurt
The mouth cries to the hearing of the ears
So that the eyes lead the feet to where the knee meets its creator,
The head which is Christ
This is sweet harmony
That the eyes beam with great joy as the feet gets a new wear
The reward for being beautiful
( I call that ‘Classy evangelism’)
That the lids of the eyes blink to prevent dust
As the tears flows down the cheeks to calm the broken heart
For It is the hands that carries the load as the back bears the burden
And the brain, the Spirit decides what the mouth says

But something went south, no north, no bad
Yes wrong
And these members majored in factions and differences
Loosing sight of the tendons that links the muscle to the bone, Love
That maturity should be put to play to give synergy

But Edification of all churches is paused and patience for right results is stopped
For which pain I have seen as one member esteems himself higher than the other
Such discord that is oblivious to the offender and the offended
That the mind reviles the heart
Holding back the tears that brings the healing
And Beauty is so pale
So plain, could be trampled again like 2000 and 18 years ago but this time for a different reason

What sides to be kept secret, so sacred is now exposed?
And the true fruit production freezes and ceases.
Like some kind of disease
We blame like Adam did Eve cause this ‘something’ crept in as the angel of the Light
What ears to take heed but let go hence we fall
We all would fall when we do not take heed, right?

The finger’s niche to point all its members to the hit-point of the Son
Does so otherwise and another member, no section, yes denomination, is accused
And so it is sad that eyes to see all these wear Son shades

What helping ministry is neglect to the healing ministers?
What exhortation seem insignificant to the church that prospers?
Can the memory remember that if one member suffers all suffer as honor comes with rejoicing?

Remember that we were once re-membered individually
Can we re-member ourselves back to Perfect’s bond?
And even if we were all one member, where would the body be?

For in deed we are many members, many denominations, yet one body
With strengths, no discriminations
Encouraging one to another
That we grow like the tree planted by the rivers of the Spirit
We would not feel the heat of the sun But the hit-point of the Son.

-Azubuike Hannah Chinonso-
(The Beloved of God)

Resolution

February 27, 2018March 4, 2018Leave a comment

It is always a problem
The echoing word
Resolution, resolution, resolution
Because in recent times
It no longer rings well
It is an abuse
Every man is wise in January
Down the line… few days
Resolution becomes a pollution
The whole air gets polluted with a lot of unfulfilled goals

Weak vision and then limitation.

What a world!
The system no longer makes
human wise
Leading man’s perception like a shepherd leading his sheeps
Every one thinks the same
Live the same way
Wear the same thing
Speak the same way
Walk the same way
In the name of civilization
What an imitation
Weak revelation
Resolution the temporary map
For the fool
a kind of rule
For the wise
We get resolute because
When its January
We should be wise
get this…

A resolution without a vision
Is a problem a pollution
Learn to live larger than life
Stop being programmed
You need to live while alive
Your vision is paramount
Direct it well
And stay aligned with purpose on earth.

Toluthealchemist
(c) 2018.

CHRONOMETRY IN STANZAS ONE

February 23, 2018February 23, 2018Leave a comment

Before Evening, Eve ate the forbidden fresh fruit
Adam had sauntered smiling straight into the beautiful blessed garden
Listening to the sound silence could never had made
He felt at home and free riding of the elephant, boxing with the monkeys, racing through thickets with cheetah.

Eve must have felt lonesome all by herself without him or God
Animals were no perfect part of her
She needed one to hear her voice, feel her very deep void
And then fill her in with gusts of things that happened before the Master took her from Adam

Wiles had pitched it’s tent in the heart of the serpent
It wanted all to crawl ceaselessly like him
So, it made a tale to suit Eve’s curiosity.
It asked the million dollar question
Eve in her naivety answered
And before she could see the insensibility of her act, she wandered like the wind away from the Truth

By noon, Adam was tired of eating wild berries,
Home became a destination he hungered for like water
He remembered the promise he made Eve to eat fruits with her and his heart started glowing with expectations.
He had had taste of many a fruit in the garden, his eyes had eaten of them all
But his tongue was yet to testify of the new taste Eve would have him have.

Eve brought the fruit clothed beauty
He knew it came from the centre, the very fruit Master said brings death
He asked a question on what had birthed the madness
And Eve gave him a lecture so sweet, sweeping his decisions of long ago like the dust
He tried to mention the Master’s instruction and got an answer
The type of answer that leaves one wondering why one was not able to see deception
As plain as dry sky in the acts of the Master.
So, from Eve’s eager hands, hastily, he eat
Complimenting on the taste and the new feeling
He knew not how he had lead his progeny to a fall.

The Master came when the sun had started its movement back home
He called on Adam, the man that had hidden behind Eve in the Banana plantation
There was no answer except for the parrot’s unsolicited information
He walked straight laughing, “maybe Adam has started playing pranks”.
He was wrong, Adam had learnt to fear him, not reverentially
The Master is now an evil force to him.

“Man, where are you hiding, have host of lessons to share this evening,
Hiding will kill our time”, the Master said
“Your voice made my heart feel cold like a fowl in the tormenting winter”, Adam’s voice echoed
The Master raised his brows in askance,
“Ate thou the forbidden fruit?”
“Eve, the trouble you bestowed me with gave me”
And then, everything changed
Garments received their own life and human work lost its fun nature, work became a struggle
Birth process became a pain
First class enmity was created between the Serpent and Woman’s Child.
Adam lost the jolly times he once enjoyed with the supreme
But the Master kept working on bridging the divide between Himself and mortality
Men felt wiser and walked more into depravity,
God was wounded, but he never wiped men away

Simeon Chidi

WORDS OF LIFE

February 7, 2018February 7, 2018Leave a comment

With a bleeding pen we write,
No; we create.
Words so structured they can’t go unnoticed,
Words so piercing they cut through barriers.
We speak through ink and white sheet,
Our words warm every cold feet.

It’s not just a way of expression,
No; these words of ours are coined to
kick off depression,
bring liberation,
and give boldness for every affliction.

When we speak through written words, lives are transformed.
When we pen down our thoughts, minds are reformed.
We don’t just exhort,
No; we hope to give the very Life we have received.

A Life that gives joy in times of despair,
A Life that never goes stale nor needs repair,
A Life that keeps us burning bright in the dark,
A life that never gives up on us or turn it’s back.

Like a fountain our words flow unending.
Like the wind our words go forth ever flowing.
Like rain our words pour down unearthing thorns of bitterness,
planting a seed that brings forth fruitfulness.

Words unveiling the Father’s love,
Words revealing the one who exchanged His life for the sake of love.
Our words never dwindle, because they are freighted with the power of God.
We are a force and our words spread like wild fire.

We are an army
We are a Team
CHRIST is our message

Imani Dokubo