MISS FORTUNE

This is a story about a girl in her twenties and a guy in his twenties; late.

They went
On a date when every other person walked into the mall hands in hands and shoulders;
That’s today.

Their fates already sealed by the late mr Kori and little Miss Kate.

So I know, and you know that he would be leaving this evening with a no,
And she would have dodged another bullet of a man sent to rent what’s left of the tattered clothing of her shadowed past,
Park into her heart with no rent.

Brothers and sisters, you relate with this right?

How often do we already decide what he intends, from the last person we met who was from the same tribe?
Has the same look, with a similar beard, same complexion, from the same country;

How we now act like everyone with the same ‘dark’ name plays the same bad game has left me wondering;
If this field will ever be fair.

I mean, long before I came along your path someone, somewhere already did my name a smear, so all I do with whatever I do, or do not, would be to remind you of him, how awful?

And when you can’t seem to box me you still find a box to box me, your low blow finds a way to make ‘all men, all women, the same’

Dear dearie;
Just because we all carry the Y chromosome doesn’t make us the same with your EX, the same way your X doesn’t make you miss Kate,

Our meeting was not a mistake.
I am not Mr. Kori.
I wouldn’t choose quick seconds over the trust you give;
I wouldn’t love you and leave;
Or maybe I would, but please

Let me not pay for what he did.
And don’t let him pay for what I did,

And if you can do this for me, I promise to hold up my own end of this bargain, and not think you only came for the money,
not let you pay for all she did.

No I’m not saying ‘snap out of it’, I know you still hurt, you are human so you should feel;
but let’s consciously drink from these bars tendered to heal;
And in a short while from now,

A little walk from this bar; we would have drunk to fill.

For only then would we walk into the mall, hands in hand,
And maybe, I would be fortunate enough to get a ‘Yes’ by the end of the night, this time from the real you, on this date, the day we finally let go.

Let’s face it,
Nobody is really real with all the weight;
So we can lose the hate, and plan to love again, today.

​It’s all in your head… Everyday Jesus

As I stood at the bus-stop waiting for a vehicle, a lady with shaved head approached me and smiled. I smiled back and returned my gaze to the direction I was expecting a lift to come from. On turning around, the lady was still smiling at me. This time, I raised one of my brows in a fashion that indicated I was asking non verbally if I could help her. Her smile broadened even more. Getting a little uncomfortable with the weirdness I shifted further away from her but she followed suit. I then decided to ask her, ‘can I help you?’. Her face turned red immediately. She broke down on her knees in tears. Before I could figure out how to react to this sudden outburst of emotion, a man came from behind and spoke in low comforting tones to her, massaging her shoulders. He pulled her up, looked at me and apologized for her behavior. I asked him if she was alright and he said his wife was going to be fine one day. On probing further I learnt that the first time she behaved in an abnormal way was a month ago when she beat their 2 years old daughter and ran out of the house half naked. She was chased and brought back to the house with the effort of at least five men. She was abnormally stronger than a woman can be. Since then it has been from one weird behavior to another. They had been to psychiatrists and after series of experiments and tests, the doctors couldn’t diagnose exactly what was wrong with her nor a cure. They only gave her pills for sedation. 

Now the man was close to tears and I asked him if I could pray for his wife, he said he didn’t mind. I laid my hands on her and commanded any insanity spirit in operation in her to leave. She started laughing. I spoke in tongues for some minutes and commanded the spirit again to flee in Jesus name. The lady started sobbing, then turned to her husband and in her sobs she was muttering, ‘i’m sorry. It happened again’. I told her it won’t happen again. I collected her husband’s number to keep track of her. For 6 months I called atleast 8 times to check on her and she never had any other attack nor crisis.
As I finished the testimony and believers were screaming ‘glory’, a man told me it’s all in my head. I asked what he meant and he said it’s very much possible that the series of drugs administered to the lady started taking effect then. I laughed and told him it was hilarious it waited till I prayed for her. We left it at that.
Yet in another cell meeting I had another testimony. In my work place it was a struggle who got promoted and who got increment of salary. Staff used everything within their disposal to fight for higher positions. They lied against each other and set traps for their colleagues. Amongst the staff with the same qualifications as me, an interview was to be held for the position of the head of our department. We went for the interview on the scheduled date and at the end of the interview I was congratulated as the new HOD of my department. As I was swerving in my new seat in my office overlooking the roads through a fine glass, one of those colleagues I took interview with came in and asked me who I was and what I did. I was confused and asked for an explanation. She said she drugged my drink the morning of the interview with a strong sleeping pill and watched me drown it yet I didn’t bate my eyes. All I could say was ‘wow’. I was shocked and yet amazed. Turned out I was impervious to poison. 

The same man from the last cell meeting stood again amidst the joy and said ‘it’s all in your head’. He said body systems react at different degrees to soporific drugs. I told the man that ordinary tea in the morning make me drowsy not to mention strong sleeping pills. I’m a believer and things like neutralizing poisons are in my nature.
Then comes the most recent one which I look forward to testifying about. My nephews that were left in my care fell seriously ill at the same time. They were throwing up and running high temperature. Imagine the fear that grabbed me. Their temperature was so hot, it was impossible to hold them for long. I hugged them tightly and prayed in tears like I had never before. It happened through the night and I spoke in tongues through the night. By the early hours of the morning, tiredness defeated me and I slept. Some time later I was woken by stamps on the bed and on opening my eyes, it’s tiny feets jumping on the bed. Hallelujah!  

So of course the man would tell me ‘it’s all in your head’, giving me another feeble reason why it’s all in my head!
But glory!!! Let it get into believers’ head and be not only in our heads but also in our bodies and minds that we have power to cast out demons, heal the sick, speak in new tongues and be neutral to poisons. Let it be all in our heads that everything has been put under our charge. It’s all in my head and it works!!! 

ChyD

I = LIFE

It came in a flash like some Allen knew exactly what was on my mind.

In the midst of 2 strangers in a BRT bus, one looked like another normal guy, and the other like a boss.

*Lagos my location, but I had thoughts in heaven.
So I felt heaven on earth, well that’s what you get for being in Him.

Have you ever wondered how lovely it would be to spend a whole day without bad mouthing anything, anywhere or even anyone?

Like No…
Bastard; playfully said
or
Fool; with a lovely pat on the head

No…
‘You will never amount to anything’ from a mother to a child and perhaps;

No pastor would lead a congregation of well meaning followers to a battle ground that makes a post of ‘deaths to whoever’ and then tag God in prayers like he was a supporting cast in this horror movie on a steady loop in their mind.

But they don’t see it,
We don’t see it,
I mean how black can a heart get before truth can no longer wash it?

I wish we can all set a day apart;
A day when we will all agree to rather trade punches than hurt with our words

A day when we will be focused enough to not let any slippery dark word go unapologized.
A day when we stop using these black knights to bat men, but rather;

Step into the light and use white to bathe them.

A day, when we master love
Then We try a week,
Then a month;

And soon it becomes abnormal and weigh a thousand tons on our lips whenever we try to muster the courage to plant a word that will grow into a scary tree from these our mustard seeds.

So I decide daily, surely, purposely;
I choose to believe differently
To fight differently
To speak differently
See differently

And actually stop playing the devil’s hate game with him.

Since we are buddies, let me play a little with God;
For I am in Him
And He is in me
Heaven in *Lagos;
LIFE!

I will be that one drop of oil that will float above stormy waters.
I will fight alongside anyone I can, till my heart goes silent with its beats.

It’s who I am, it’s what I give,
LIFE!

 

*Lagos is a major city in Nigeria.

Think about this (UC Truth)

I will teach you something that took me over 10 years to learn.

See?
Attention suddenly increases by at least 30 percent when someone claims experience in a certain thing.

You open eyes wide so you would see truth but I just lied,
Then you swallow whole like a bird does its seeds every false information I have to give.

But that’s not the lesson I have to give;
This won’t be free of charge so you would need to first subscribe to my channel, and then pay attention.

Internet age, how old is it?

How many times have you believed something just because generations before told you so?
Because they have done it so, so we should do same?

Who taught you that the left hand is bad compared to the right?
Where did you learn to hate snakes?
Ohh! Before you go all scriptural on me remember that HE made them and called them ‘good’

Are cats really witches turned to suck?
Our blood the owls and bats devour?
Is it really true that destinies can be stolen and returned?
And if I can barely stay awake during the day, then why not just let me work at night?

See animals understand themselves and act naturally
No forced rhythms to dance to
No need tuning unto stations where their bodies aren’t trained to live

They hunt when they find best, naturally
Live where they can breathe, naturally
And feed on what they can eat, naturally.

No wonder they run away from humans, well, bad association corrupts good manners.
And I would run too if I wasn’t me, human.

We have become a flaw to our own self by our rules and countless regulations, which only seems to excel when we get those screams of approval as or fans regulate us.

But I tell you, you can dare to be different
Do what you love,
Learn to play some games,
Study what you like,
Do work hard, and you don’t have to go to sleep at night just because they all do the same.

Be you, breathe,
Don’t become the next dog on life’s leash

It’s bliss to know that left and right;
White or black;
Tall or short;
Fat or slim;

..are all perfect shapes for their own holes

I am filling my spot, are you doing the same?

Think about this and get to living, and be quick about it, for the animals are still watching.

Bottled Thoughts (UC Truth)

I love coca cola products

Ranging from the pretty orange fanta
To the black gaseous coke
and then the sweet watery sprite

Unique in their own distinct taste
Though from the same company,
Even if carried in the same crate
They still wouldn’t mix,
At least not by Osmosis

You would need an opener to unravel the mystery of each sip
You will need to tilt at an angle while you allow the contents fill you up
I know you wonder where I’m headed with all of this

Well I love humans
Each a unique product with their own distinct taste
Though from the same maker
Even if they are from the same family
They still wouldn’t lose themselves,
At least that’s how it should be.

We are quick to blame an external force for making us spew venom
But we fail to realize that we only release what’s been long brewed and screwed tight in us
How screwed up we are: beyond the packaging we use to deliver our, some times, wack contents; gets revealed when we are tilted at an uncomfortable angle

So keep every bitterness in,
Allow anger boil,
Let revenge be preserved to be served at -4 degrees C
These ingredients becoming the you we see

We are all unique in our taste
But we can all be different shades of sweetness
And in the factory of our minds we work on all bad nutrients
For only then, would we, like coca cola
Deliver awesome products, and not the hate we have long had bottled up.

Everyday Jesus Wants Us to Consider Real Issues

Not too recently, a lot of Christians were arguing about a certain gospel artiste who collaborated with a secular artiste. I was carried away and joined the argument. 

After some reflection, I realized that things like this are distractions for Christians. We forget the real issues and put all our hearts and minds in trivial matters. 

We need to give our all to what is most important. 

I’m referring to one of the last words of Jesus before He left this earth. Matt 28:19-20.

Making disciples of all men by preaching the gospel to all. This is our primary assignment as Christians. There’s no unity among Christians these days. We are one in Christ. We engage in unnecessary arguments about things that don’t matter. What unbeliever would want to get caught up in all that? Let’s try as much as possible to avoid these things and face the real issues!

By Ifejesu Adewunmi, 2017

Everyday Jesus Wants You to Stand Out

​They always say to my itching ears,

“if you can’t

Beat them,

Join them”

As though joining them is all that matters…

So, I join them, and behave like Romans

Since I’m in Rome…

Then preach on Sundays,

“Do not conform to this world”

I mean…

What exactly is not conforming?

Is it reforming the habits that I’m constantly surrounded with

Or performing the duties, lust of the eyes,

Pride of life, envy and strife doles out to me?

What exactly is corn forming?

Is it to say no to the troubles that standing out brings or what?


I look through the curtain of principles 

Was raised

With,

And all that I see is a world upended.

To tell a lie and get to the limelight,

Seems to be the cheapest flight

Ticket to greatness.

To slay myself on the alter of the world

As a slay queen, looks like the easiest way to be part of the trendy millions

Who flout their nakedness on social media

To enter competition where my talent is showcased to the glory

Of one whom I was told once coveted His glory

Seems to promote me as a good actor,

I see it not as a factor that is 

Corroding   people’s view of my stand with him.


I hear melodies

That ends up infecting my soul with maladies;

MAL-IDS

I stand before the world representing one

While in my heart I represent the other.


I live as a bunch of falsehood

Just like everyone else.

I live my life as light hidden under the bushel,

The hill crying to have my presence

Where am meant to stand out

©Symolean

Everyday Jesus’s Unconditional Love

I thought it was one sided

There was just so much love

How someone can show this much affection

To us, people who are a mile short of perfection

Our shortcoming, so many overlooked

His sure coming, makes many overly spooked

Given life everyday like a daily miracle

Battles won for us against deities and oracles

We do so much as little, nothing, maybe little

Like a babe yet to be weaned

We ask so much, even things we don’t need

But all we need do is ask, end of story!

He supplies according to his riches in glory.
Only trials we can overcome, He maybe lets

Its like learning to drive but with safety nets

Simply obliged to give him praise

Almost nothing in return, what amazing grace!

I guess I can say its unconditional love

We can’t help it

We can’t help but accept it
It seemed like it was one sided

Like He asked me out, and I haven’t decided

Like love unrequited

But its clear now, maybe it is

God is love, God’swill

If he doesn’t do all this for me,

Who will?

©Erudite