TIME

September 28, 2016September 28, 2016Leave a comment

Its boundaries same to all yet varying in displacements

The universal factor condensing in its form

For a wary student in class, very slow

For a lad asleep on the hay, too fast

A realign of composure ordering man’s events into play

For the hawker, an endless trek of shouts, sweat and pain

Hoping at sun down, the pain would be repaid in gain

Each hour counting, history’s witness, penning issues deemed fit

Its entity relies on no stance

It regards no opinions for it is set like the rising of the sun even the seasons to reap or sow

It determines what tides are turned; and authority in itself

It shows no favours
Accomplishments are noted as a virtue of wisely turning time

Wasted nights, unclaimed prizes, a teary eye, stiffed pride

Daunting reminders of wages gotten from cheating time

Regardless of wishes, time once passed could never be reborn

It would be as futile as pushing back a shot bullet to cock a gun

Each minute a precious gift given to treasure

A mighty feat will be managing time to reap its bliss

Time misused could replicate thousands of skies heavy with fountains of regret

Pouring down with no shade to hide from the effects of being drenched in sorrow

When tomorrow hits the band-wagon of yesterdays

It is claimed time as way-laid by misfortunes of mistakes

The future duped by procrastination’s mob raping the essence of today’s success

A probable result of yesterday’s indulgence.

Freestyle Friday

September 22, 2016October 19, 2016Leave a comment

Not really. (Niel)
(I’d love to say I hate to say this but I’ve been telling every theologian I meet so I guess I love it.)
The Tanakh (Hebrew Bible), which comprises of the Torah(moses), the Nevi’m (Prophets) and the Ketuv’im (Writings), is a highly misread book. There are Hebrew traditional commentaries that usually must accompany the reading of the Tanakh which are almost totally ignore when the Tanakh is renamed the Old testament by the Medieval Church.
The fact that Hebrews 6-10 repeatedly tell us the old one was faulty should give us pause when we read the old testament. God, by saying ‘ this is my son, in whom I am well pleased..listen to him’ has not only publicly announced Jesus symbolically and emphatically as the anointed one, or Christ (Or Messiah), but he has also pointed out the lens by which we, gentiles (thank you Hanna, I snap to u too), can and should see God. If the Jews, to whom the Tanakh belonged, could be so blind they don’t see the salvation in front of their noses, I thinker should take heed to look through Jesus, at the old testament.
#EVERYDAYJESUS is the revelation of God
For example, did God not say Moses is his Servant with whom he talks, face to face?

Yet we now know, no one has seen the Father except the Son who is from the Father. So, who is exaggerating? Moses or Jesus?
When you consider John’s example of ‘the disciple whom Jesus loved’ which is found only in his account, you see that writers took such liberties, so Moses and the unknown writer of Job obviously did. There is no demarcation in the old testament between lore and History.
It would be wise therefore to be careful to look through Jesus, the Spirit of God, because the letter really does kill.
My people perish for lack of knowledge and the Jews normally had anointed prophets who read them the Tanakh until John the baptist. He didn’t bother. Born a Levite, priest by lineage, yet that man waited for the real truth.
Don’t tell me the Bible is the truth. The Bible is true as much as it points to Jesus.
John 5:39-46

39 You search and investigate and pore over the Scriptures diligently, because you suppose and trust that you have eternal life through them. And these [very Scriptures] testify about Me!
40 And still you are not willing [but refuse] to come to Me, so that you might have life.
41 I receive not glory from men [I crave no human honor, I look for no mortal fame],
42 But I know you and recognize and understand that you have not the love of God in you.
43 I have come in My Father’s name and with His power, and you do not receive Me [your hearts are not open to Me, you give Me no welcome]; but if another comes in his own name and his own power and with no other authority but himself, you will receive him and give him your approval.
44 How is it possible for you to believe [how can you learn to believe], you who [are content to seek and] receive praise and honor and glory from one another, and yet do not seek the praise and honor and glory which come from Him Who alone is God?
45 Put out of your minds the thought and do not suppose [as some of you are supposing] that I will accuse you before the Father. There is one who accuses you—it is Moses, the very one on whom you have built your hopes [in whom you trust].

46 For if you believed and relied on Moses, you would believe and rely on Me, for he wrote about Me [personally].

#freestylefriday

#norhymesjustreason

SUNDAY

September 11, 2016Leave a comment

Niel: Follow suit, Four lines
We the cup we don’t pay fines
Never waiting till Sunday
Praise with me and its Son day

Praise: Son day is everyday
Not till Sunday
Do we praise still
Even today we don’t quit praise

Niel: Even today we don’t quit
Once I was a nitwit
It all changed on that Sunday
When God said, “my Son dey!”

Praise: My son dey
Never to go astray
If he ever strays
His back I still got

Niel: He’s back, I still got
The blood that won’t clot
In Acts won and ate
First Sunday till date

Cindy Dike: Son day is everyday
Not till Sunday
Do we praise still
Even today we don’t quit praise.

Praise: Till date
Cause of my son slain
Nothing takes you
Not even the devils game

Niel: Boom…

Not even the devils game
Can turn the tides and tame
The cubs reborn in that name.
After all the dude is lame

Praise: Dude so lame
I do be king
If the lamb is slain
But God was ruling the game

Niel: But God was ruling the game
And my issues still didn’t line up
So I stuck my trust on him
My downfall still hasn’t come up

Praise: Up still my trust still stood
Like UC I saw truth
Setting me free
Not wild but stiff

Uc Truth: He lied to you
‘I ll torment you in hell’!!,well I could too
It’s a trick, slick subtle to get you thinking he’s in control
Save it!!
He is in charge though
In, charged for raping humanity off God’s standard now a life sentence has left him wick: forever burning in flames

A life sentence: did you get it?
You have a life sentence so no phrase no matter how subtle should make you cower in fear

Or shed a tear
See, this is so clear

Even in Hell
God reigns supreme
Didi is in torment

So let’s say I somehow mistakenly snatch myself outta Christ’s palms

In hell: I ll be ridding on a colt,
And the devil ll be waving the palm

Niel: Not wild but stiff
Death shocked at my sniff
He’s Divine, in him I leaf
You see, saw, we got gifts

Praise: Gifts never had to pay for
Though daddy said work if you need more
But Gods word above the suit…

Zee : Stiff I stand
Glorying like sand
Its innumerable not bland
I live with flavor in every slang

Niel: And the devil’ll be waving the palm
Saying,’No more Sir, please Sir be calm!’
I see those that he wants to harm.
The Lord is my Head and I am
The mic at the end of his arm.

So listen oh sea and the land
The end of the end is at hand.

And we are the winners
I don’t mean Oyedepo
Though He’s a winner
You get what am saying though.

Zee : Suits, they stand with faces stern not to
Soothe, they weep. none to perform the act so
Smooth, I say he’s there to get you out to Grace paradise
Suite, yeah that’s where you’ll be in not the courts of law

Zee : You get what I’m saying though
Your donkey isn’t at the bough any more
You’ve got chariots now
You’re reigning supreme through fire and sooth

Niel: Flavor in every slang
Angels, nodding, hang
God’s word above the soot
Suit yourself or follow suit

Praise: Truth is all we do see
Lenses cleansed lest the view tainted all ceased
Blinded to moses
But Christ we see

Niel: Fire and Soot, courts of lore
Fire and sooth, purifier and more
Fire and suit, I’m saved you see?
Fire and suite, someone applaud Zee

Zee : Applauding Zee
Shes lacking Zest
Not that she needs a vest
She’s just got the best
Jesus, he makes me complete and forget the rest

Praise: I do forget the rest but this journey not complete yet
I am complete though
But to more Christ I preach yet

Zee : Yet it’s not I
Only he’s got eyes
Flaming like fire to melt the ice
Saving them from eternal demise

Niel: Jesus!!! And forget the rest
Tell the world to come and rest
Christ we see, our eyes are blessed.
Christ I preach? The answer, Yes!!

Uc Truth: With all due respect I’m not blind
Christ came so i’ll see Truth, so I have a clear mind
I’m no more in ‘C’hains
Totally raining under Christ’s ‘U’mbrella

You understand why I won’t take it lightly for any one trying to take me backwards from ‘U’ to ‘C’
Just because you won’t look @ the word left for you to see
See,
See for you to see, you need to look
At Him
As for me UC’ I’m forever looking @ Truth

St Davinique: Sunday was chilly like a sundae in this time of rain but nonetheless Sons dey so we hail our King because He reigns…and some days sons just chill like it’s Sons day…Thy kingdom come they yell…tell the world the King dey. We surely invade!

Zee : Looking at truth
Way awesome than Ruth
I’ve got even better Roots
Its in him, I’ll kick in with Boots
Not like Puss in boots
Like The Redeemer’s Love I’m booked

You see, just flexing the U to the sea
Forget the Cee
Add the hue
And Christ is all YouSee, UceeTruth…

St Davinique: So bright it melts the Sun

Zee : (I was wondering
Trying not to go wandering
Maybe like the land of Nod
I’ll shake my head not nod
Like the lizard on the porch
It’ll rest in the dazing scorch
Till the scotch falls from brother’s hand
And christ is all he has )

Praise: I’m free from these chains
I have been changed
Not like Buhari’s change
Which seems to the people that they are back to the very fountain of chains.

St Davinique: Try to catch my breath but this love left me breathless, Caught in the cocoon of love that runs red and drips life..scrolls that taste like honey, that melt mountains into wax of praise…His presence, my hiding place on Sunday.

‪Tolu‬: Sunday! Set up a new ray. A wake to a gentle bliss. A reckon that “christ likes ” may stop their cry…. for christ is alive!!!! Oh yes HE HAS BURIED OUR SINS. Now grace is seen

Zee : Grace is seen
Smokey mirrors fade
We don’t care about smokey eye shadow
The shadows have cleared
Its all clear now
The express image of God
Not on my Sundays alone
His fellowship I carry always.

Doebi: Seen thee o Grace!
No two-sided mirrors
No more double-minded
Than the Son is.

His fellowship I carry always
And guess what
Even Death himself
Wouldn’t do us part!

LOVE

August 31, 2016August 31, 2016Leave a comment

Love was why He came, to heal, to deliver, to set the oppressed free.

With depth so deep, the oceans couldn’t compete neither could mountains and hills comprehend, love’s height surpassed them.

Love was why He died

Sickened with faults and guilt,

Dieing in pain because wrath inescapable came to us

A law so right and fair, made by Him

The King that rules the Kings

Yet He bore the curse and shame

To free us all from rage

Love is why he came

Dirty sins with gravity

Colours, sizes and weights that differ

Redeeming and restoring

Love is why He rose

Not for show of strength or power

But He went through the stress

Leaving Jasper and Emerald for dust

Skipping death after 3 days

Love is why He stayed

Never forsaking, never condemning

Love is why He bled

From sins not yet sinned and communion into recover

That in it life and health could be

Love is why He left

To give a way for another so pure and meek

To teach and comfort

And strengthen in time of need

-Michelle Okonicha

Everyday Jesus wants us to be Careful with the Ministry of Teaching (1 cor 12:8, 1Tim 1:3-7,Acts6:10,Acts 9:1,2, 18:24-28, 2Tim 3:7,813b-15)

August 30, 2016August 27, 2016Leave a comment

I was once privileged to have teachers of varying abilities. Some of them were enthusiastic about what they were doing that it reflected in the way they taught us. You could literally see their pain as they try to salvage the conditions of those that were bodily present but never learnt a thing. They cried, (and sincerely we assumed it was), wolf. We thought that their dilemma was uncalled for. We thought they had lost it and turned to determine wielding the cane as their panacea. How wrong we had been all along and never knew. We were wise in foolishness and accused the wise ones of folly.

The short account I artlessly delivered to you is just a preface to a little hazy discussion I intend that we would have.

Jesus is our teacher. Honestly speaking, he had the first set of Christians directly under his tutelage but coincidentally, just like my teacher, he had occasions where he was completely dissatisfied with the “never-learning” life of his students that he had to boldly say to them, “until now, una never sabi this mata”. He expected to have a group of forever improving students, the kind you can call polymaths or savants considering how much of himself he had invested in them. He had taught them by one of the best teaching methods, Guided Inquiry, when he looked back and saw that the Lecture Method he employed in teaching them back at the mount had little or no effect. His long but punchy lecture only got them cheering him on but when he rested his case, the only thing they went home with was his authoritative tone while delivering the lecture; they went home with no new lesson learnt, defeating the Instructional Objectives of the Emeritus Professor.

So, he did a kind of sifting to reduce the class size of his disciples and as you know, “many were called but only few (the twelve) survived the screening”, to be taught to teach. After the programme had ended and Jesus made up his mind to retire from teaching undergraduate students, he told them to go scouting for students from all over the world and make sure that they were taught pass the fundamentals of our faith.

Many enthusiasts ran into the street preaching from “hear-say” the truth they never had as a reality. Technicians like the Seven Sons of Sceva also joined the mob only to get embarrassed by stubborn, masked reagents. Other people he really never commissioned took it upon themselves to become his marketers (though they never studied marketing), selling his goods to the public; painting the wrong picture as they were already outdated in terms of the new breakthrough in Heaven’s Education. In case you still want to doubt, when you cross the bridge ask Bro. Apollos who boldly and accurately taught the old Research Method. Well don’t be too quick to condemn the actions of that loving brother, we were all at that same level and if people like Priscilla and Aquila who proved that they have been taught by Jesus by not shushing us but patiently updating us never came to our resources, we would have continued on the woolgathering venture. They understood what Jesus implied when he said that those who are not against him are actually for him. They remembered how patient and loving Jesus has always been when it comes to the ministry of putting us right in the face of misconceptions.

And sorry, Paul, aka The Killer, saw that too. Believe it or not, it’s stale news telling you that Paul persecuted the Church because he was “law-loving” thinking that he was “God-loving”. So, the next time an opportunity came to show how abreast he was with the new spiritual law and his deeper revelation, he told little Tim to stay back and help people like me that might be walking straight into cuddle-sac of endless philosophizing to see their pit falls; not because he wanted them to be downgraded before their students nor to get more highly placed. He just wanted to show his love. He could not afford to sit on a professorial seat of Jesus Culture and watch the doctorate degree holders stuck at the point of no promotion courtesy of the wrong theories they kept on quoting in their works. He wanted to make sure they were sound spiritually in terms of insight, so that their students would not be academically poisoned. But I doubt if the aim of our correction is to promote faith from a pure heart or just to prove a point and get others defaced. Either ways, teachers beware.

He found me…

August 28, 20162 Comments

…and just again I was disappointed. It felt like I slept through the journey and just when I thought I had landed, my hopes got crashed.
He, Mr Law, was really cool, even cooler you could chill drinks in him. He promised me satisfaction if I’ll continually obey. I could almost swear I had this locked in with a B and K because I was all ready to do what he wanted.
I gave in. Like a skin to a boil, I gave in for a swell time of my life.

I wanted to please him and earn his love and trust. But sooner than later, the usual dreaded realization dawned and I prayed to race out for it was all empty and void.
Worse still each try left me feeling so incompetent. He even made me see that it’s all my fault, all the time.
Maybe, I gotta get up and try and try and try…quitters never quit yea?

I’ve tried many times but it just doesn’t seem to work.
Something tells me that there must be someone, yes that one guy…that guy that loves completely.

But where is he?

My Soul longs to see

With him I crave to be

Maybe he exists only in my fantasy.
Even if he does exist, how much longer should I wait?

How much more time do I have to spare?

“A woman’s time flies…” or so they say;

I hope I’ll still be in mine when he calls.
I am really tired of testing and trying, tasting and spitting out.

My soul gets parched each time I do.

I just hope I’ll still be in my time when he calls.
Still lost in the noise of my very own thoughts, Which had long started to sound like music, I didn’t realize I had wandered off into the road I once denied.

A road so broad yet lacked space.
In this vagabond state, unable to discern what the morrow holds and barely caring what happens next, I heard my name.
I was stunned ‘cos never before had my name sounded such harmony.

T’was the most beautiful sound that has ever walked into my ears.
This voice so gentle yet strong and firm called for me to exchange my burdens for rest but having wandered so long, it sounded too good for trust…and again I felt there ought to be a price for it. Nothing goes for nothing.
In my state of doubt still, the voice beckoned. It still sounded too easy, I couldn’t give into that. My old lovers weren’t that nice.
The sweet voice persisted and then my eyes opened and I saw a spark of light which flickered in front of me.
Nothing and nobody can be compared to the one I saw standing in front of me when my eyes fully opened.

His eyes held so much love that penetrated and irrigated my soul.

The intensity of his tenderness was unbearable so that I fell, yes, I fell into his strong arms where my safety rests assured.

My head rested on a heart that beats for me and I drowned in a satisfaction that has never been conceived by nature.
I couldn’t help but ask Mr Grace where he had been all this while. As he spoke to me I saw his love. A love that is not affected by my inconsistencies. I didn’t even have to work for it…it was free! I just accepted it and that’s all I ever did.
He found me!

And sorry I was not in my time, I was in His.
-HIS Ruth

#EVERYDAYJESUS is The One

August 25, 2016Leave a comment

Because #EVERYDAYJESUS is The One … Two or more ideas drop like fruits from the tree of Life four our five fingers to wrap around. He who six the Lord of Seven Spirits, and eight the bread of life and will find he doesn’t need nine lives or ten commandments…

I think the problem is people think I show myself,
But even books praise God sitting on a shelf.
Its not difficult to make a cult of words that follow.
Am sure someone understands. Raise your thumb if u follow.

The Word rings true like the font is an android.
We type, write rungs up the ladder of the Word

Its grace.

It greys death, till he’s old and ghost-faced.
And yes we’re all dead, call my bible ghost-faced!
I am hid in Christ, healthy, (no hide and sick)
Laughing at the devil, he’s the joke of the weak.

Threw my…block of burdens at God, God is my director.
He sighed, ‘Caught,’ once and made me a blockbuster.

Beginning of time, there’s only him B.C.
World’s greatest man, the next bests freely copy.
I am no me without him.
Time is vanity, (’cause he’s busy chasing A.D.)

Free!!

I was, he who the son set free,
In a Prison of freedom until he redefined me.
This is just practice, for us the new bees.
Its you in the Word, bibles are selfies!!