The Almond Fruit (Symolean Goodest)

The Almond tree in front of Ajanwachukwu Hostel has never stopped reminding me that the platitude, “opportunity comes but once”, is nothing but a fallacy meant to dissuade milksops from working harder when their attempt ends in the annals of failures.
The leaves steaming life reminds me of the enthusiasm that once burnt my heart. It was the perfect depiction of the future I always wanted on the tree; the kind of future where I am the perfect description of “blessed”; where wealth transcends these alien physicalities that get men disenchanted. It was the kind of future that you’d always wish ends up like the story of Cinderella ( not that I ever had the early Cinderella life though).
I looked at the stem and the ugliness my eyes greeted was this ash-coloured, bland looking thing that is nowhere better than the remains of a burnt car. That was my story, you know. I flew from one stage of fame to another; had a syzygy of successes only to crash land in the desert of confusion not quite far from the Sahara Desert. It was a me, myself and I struggle. I looked at the apex of this ever life steaming tree only to find out that I was now nowhere close to the first sheet of leaves that I had been on. I wished that I had at least ended up there instead of this grace to grass travel. I despaired seeing other fruits miles above me; some close to the apogee of this tree; freely seeing things miles away from the gaze of the tree. I could see flowers sprouting out on various parts of the tree announcing that new fruits would soon be in the making. The tree growing in beauty, offering more shade to people who seeked protection from the never ending torment of the sun; yet, I was lying helplessly on the cold ground begging that another opportunity be given to me to be attached to this mighty tree where fruits flourish. I wished that I was not the one that has turned gray; that I was the one hanging and dancing to the violin played by the wind and that I was still green waiting to get ripe one day…… I could see the constant repetition of beds of leaves and wonder why the tree had the privilege of creating such a feature at intervals yet nothing could be done to get me fixed once again to this tree that I cherished. It was not as though I fell off the tree on my own; the wind had viciously blown me away and the tree never cared to tighten it’s grip of me even when I pleaded not to be let go of.
I believed what I heard the ladies that passed by were saying. One of them that deftly daubed her face with different shades of make-up had told the churchy-looking one to take hold the opportunity that had come her way to have this man of her dream in her life and stamped her opinion with the fact that opportunity comes but once.
that was when I gave up the fight. I need not try again Afterall, even humans understand that opportunity is transient and can only last as long as the external beauties of ladies.
So, when the other fruits got ripe and served as the delight of children who showered stones on the tree, I was still found fighting decay. But the rain surprised me. I burgeon a new life. Now, I am a young Almond tree.

Hope you got the moral. Every works together for our good

PENSPEAK in Heaven

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We raised tangerines in our little orchard, and oranges too. Towards evening, when the dusk had enveloped the atmosphere, the orchardsphere was full of citric smell. The kind of scent that is peculiar to pregnant orange plants whose pollinated stigma has just begun to form seeds. It was that kind of scent that made me wonder the awesomeness of nature and how God was careful and meticulous about every fabric that wove into what we have as earth today. Yet a new thought fascinates me more. If God spent six days in making earth and it’s this beautiful and awesome, then how awesome would a world still under construction after two thousand years look? Jesus told me in John. 14: 1-3 that He’s gone to prepare a place for me. And when He’s done, would come to take me there. He has been preparing that place for the past two…

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I TRIED

I tried friends
I felt surrounded but loneliness abode
I was looking for acceptance
Expectations were too high
*I stood no chance
Disappointment…
Loneliness…
Neglect…

I tried music
It worked…
For a while
The songs that always seemed to capture my feelings
Made me feel all the more*
Disappointment
Loneliness
Neglect

I was sinking
Spiralling into depression
I was merely existing
No reason to live

Gloom

Then, stained glass, pulpit, pews.
I found Him.
I’m dead now
Yes, He took over my life
The depression, loneliness, neglect cease to exist
I have a reason to live
No need to grieve
I feel so full of life

Let me do the introductions…
Meet Jesus
My friend, my brother
One like no other
The Lord of lords
Who opens doors
The ancient of days
He does what he says
The beginning and the end
Yes, He’s Godsend
And
You are
The one who needs Him
Just three steps
I believed
I received
I had faith
I tried?
I tried no more
It’s not too late.

Adewunmi Ifejesu
Official CAP Team Poet

#EVERYDAYJESUS won’t force you (Symolean Mikado Goodest)

The sight his eyes met when he moved his head in favour of the shadow behind the open window was one he’d always wished would last for eternity. It reminded him of all the dreams he had clung to as a little boy and how time has orchestrated his total distancing from his hopes.

The lush vegetation quietly dancing to the rhythm of the soft wind called to mind how at ease he had always been even when it was as though life was beating an unknown drum beat for him to dance to.

He had decided to wear insensitivity as his armour against the hurts that people were bound to shoot him with, with and without cause. He never assumed that this new found harbour of solace, the one he had built would be to his own undoing. He had tried as much as possible to convince himself that it has never actually been his fault that he got drenched in the rain of despair but the more he tried to erect an edifice of alibi, the more he saw his shortcomings. It wasn’t as though anyone had come with the mindset of getting his heart broken like a glass that slips from one’s hand but how it normally ends up turned him from a child full of vigour to one who has over a quarter of his days spent in despondency. He could not get his eyes off the lawn where the starlings busied themselves jumping from the hibiscus flowers that served as the boundary and perhaps eat the insects that came for a feast on the nectars. He could not place himself in the story written right before his eyes. He was like the insects that troubles had made it’s assignment to destroy. He looked at the starlings and saw more of his old self (though he never really got involved in destroying others). That was how his life had been a few years ago.

He had been the paragon of cheerfulness and revelry until the thought to free himself of all that really mattered to him grew as tall as the Iroko. Loneliness became a thing to give a warm embrace, at least to run away from the never ending debacle that people brought to his heart.

He tried to convince himself that no one was worth living for and if need for counsel arises, he could always get involved in emotional whoring to relieve his chest  of his burden, though he would be reticent. At least, that would be safer than letting a foe hiding in your skin as friend divulge your secrets to enemies you already know.

He could see his life at the brink of getting shattered. The solace he had ran to finally turned to an enemy bent on turning him to a man marked with the kind of insanity only solitude could offer.

He would never admit his plight. He swallowed his pains and fears hard although deep within he knew he could have asked for help from the master but his ego never allowed him.

He was the pharisee that was blind but never admitted to Jesus that he may have sight. He died blind.

John 9:35-41
Jesus heard that they had put him out, and meeting him He said, Do you believe in and adhere to the Son of Man or the Son of God?

He answered, Who is He, Sir? Tell me, that I may believe in and adhere to Him.

Jesus said to him, You have seen Him; [in fact] He is talking to you right now.

He called out, Lord, I believe! [I rely on, I trust, I cleave to You!] And he worshiped Him.

Then Jesus said, I came into this world for judgment [as a Separator, in order that there may be  separation between those who believe on Me and those who reject Me], to make the sightless see and to make those who see become blind.

Some Pharisees who were near, hearing this remark, said to Him, Are we also blind?

Jesus said to them, If you were blind, you would have no sin; but because you now claim to have sight, your sin remains. [If you were blind, you would not be guilty of sin; but because you insist, We do see clearly, you are unable to escape your guilt.]

Everyday Jesus will only help if you allow him…

#EVERYDAYJESUS is The Word (UbaAmara) 1

JOSHUA 1

“There shall not any man be able to stand before you all the days of your life. I will be with you: I will not fail you, nor forsake you”.

Verse 8 tells us that meditating on God’s word is a perquisite for keeping it and living it, which in turn insures a life of prosperity and good success. This is very important to understand as peter tells us in 2nd Peter 1:3 that God’s divine power has given unto Us all things that pertain unto life and godliness, which means that everything we need to live well here on earth and the wherewithal to live a life pleasing to God has been made available to us through the power of God. But then that verse didn’t end there: it specified that there precious promises can be accessed only through the knowledge of him that has called us to glory and goodness.
This goes to say that without knowledge of the owner of the divine power, we may have a tough time laying hold on the wonderful things so promised. This is where verse 8 of Joshua 1 comes to play: if you want to know God, go to his word.

Look at it this way; if for instance you wanted to know something about a man who lived a long time ago, say, Aristotle, you  would have to source materials and read a whole lot about him and the works he had written. It is about the same thing.
Remember that Jesus is the word made flesh, and he is God as well. So if you really want to know God, bury your head in his word, meditate on it night and day, until it is written on the walls of yours heart. Do this until his word comes alive in your spirit; for God’s word is spirit and life: as he lives, so does his word. They are no ordinary words of Man’s wisdom, but are living words that have the capacity to turn a man’s life around.

As you do this, your mind is renewed, and your life is freshened, everyday. It gets to a point where you open your mouth and the word comes out. Words that are spirit and life, just as Jesus’ words were: Living words.
At this point, you will not have to go to the mountain to get thin for several days to get the word to work for you (that is not even the purpose for fasting, in the first place.). The word will always work for you, because you know the word, and are living word.

As Jesus says “you shall know the truth, and the truth (you know) will set you free”.

It is the word you know beyond every doubt that sets you free. If it’s not alive in your spirit, if it’s not in your heart, it remains latent. For it’s the word that goes forth that works: the bible says that you shall have what you say. You cannot say what you don’t know. Know the word, know God, speak the word, speak as God.

Is he a liar…or are you?

Sunday to Sunday we speak words we don’t hear we hear words that aren’t true…its pastor speaking, ‘bring those tithes or the eater eats it.’ We wan2 leave like Jesus but without the sinners, so we tell them ‘its sunday attendance,’ and then dance to songs that so negate the template of our confession….

‘Church’
Its a drama not a name again. Its a movie where we wear ourselves out with wears we wouldn’t wear all week, all weak. Camera! Lights! Actions that say ‘fear’ when scripts had wrote ‘faith’.

Like ‘Father bless this food; I don’t want to eat poison for the sake of manifestation’ and ‘Father, protect me on this night, don’t say I didn’t ask you.’

We praise God for Sickness and thank him for Death…

So Tell me Church,’Is God the thief or irresponsible?’ ‘Is he a liar…or are you?’

DISAPPOINTMENT (IfeJesu)

I have been disappointed before. I know how it feels to pray and fast day after day for something and not get it. I know what it means to want something so bad, to hope for it so much and even start preparing for its arrival and nothing happens. I know what it feels when our “faith” fails (more like presumption because faith never fails when we  believe God for what He said he would do). I wondered why He didn’t answer until I stumbled across some passages that pointed out the reasons I didn’t get what I want.
First, James 4:2 says “You lust and do not have. You murder and covet and cannot obtain. You fight and war. Yet you do not have because you do not ask.” Have you gotten on your knees to pray for what you’re so bothered about and if you have, James 4:3 says, “You ask and do not receive, because you ask amiss, that you may spend it on your pleasures.” What are your motives? To show off? To please other people? Or just because others are asking and you don’t want to feel left out? What are your motives?
1 John 5:14 says, “Now this is the confidence that we have in Him, that if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us.” Note: According to His will. When we ask God for something and He does not give us because it is not according to His will, we start to blame Him and make Him seem wicked. He wants the best for us. We should ask God to help us to pray according to His will. 1 John 5:15 says, “And if we know that He hears us, whatever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we have asked of Him. Remember Hebrews 11:6, “But without faith it is impossible to please God…” We should rely on God totally without having any Plan B. Did I just say that? Well, yes, I did because a Plan B means God might fail. GOD DOES NOT FAIL. He should be the first one we run to when we have crisis and not an uncle we believe has money to give us or the drugs at the pharmacy or a friend for advice.
So, if we pray about our issues with the right motives, according to God’s will, believing He has heard us and that He will answer in His time, there will be no room for disappointments.

Just wondering… (Simeon)

Just Wondering …

I wonder when contributing to all discussions that are floating around you became a mark of your perspicacious nature.
I wonder when crying at people’s word, beating yourself to comatose when it’s like your hope is no more feasible, putting a rope round your neck any these worthless paroxysm of emotions became a sign that you are tender hearted.
I wonder when talking to people harshly, denying them every single thing they politely requested of you, being too spineless became your ID for your formality and strong personality.
I still wonder why someone would believe that excess cholesterol would kill them, that a bullet could put a hole on their chest, that a ruler would help them create a perfect straight line but struggle with the truth that sin kills, that God has need of them and that hell is a big reality.
I wonder how comfortable we can be reading and arguing about politics yet give little attention to studying the bible or even praying for the nation’s survival.
I still wonder how I willingly cause God pain yet he’d still patiently wait for me to return to him, to heal and clean me up.
I was…

…Just wondering.