They don’t see the act,
So my countenance is
a surprise.
Invisible blood
stains my past
from a future
that will never happen.
They don’t know
the whole story,
So my transfiguration is
a shock;
Electrifying tracks
Reverberate true
my train of thought,
heavy with arc-using,
defusing my joy.
Slowly,
I shake it off,
Its just guilt,
Decreasing.
With the whole BBM craze in this country of mine, came an inclination amongst the youth of the nation to ping.
BBM pins flew all over the social media soliciting both friend and foe alike to go ahead and ping them. In short, the BBM craze became the new rat race amongst the youth of the African race.
Now, I was from a conservative family that took no interest in current trends, but I was in a circle of friends who were hooked to those very trends.
And for every trend they got hooked unto, my words and actions seemed to be the rehab that cured them… or so I thought… ‘Cos every time I thought I had them unhooked, I gloried in my own assumption that my conservative family had taught me a lot so much so that my thought pattern or process was an exclusive set amongst the universal set of these “trend addicts”.
Little did I know that my thinking was to be my own folly that would act as a pulley to pull me from my “mountain” of glory into this despair which I talk about now… the valley. The valley which I actually created for myself by always assuming that I was in charge not until I was then charged with theft.
A theft I never committed, but being blinded by the high speed lane which my assumptions had taken me in pursuit of personal glory, I never slowed down to look at things on a grand scale. Not until the theft happened and all other things were set on autopilot. You can call it “Grand Theft Auto” only that this time it wasn’t in Miami, rather it was on my “Andy”… Yeah! That’s what we called our android devices.
You see, with all my “rehabilitative” capacities which I always presumably used to get my friends out of any trend. When BBM finally hit the android OS and I got hooked on… there was no looking back for me, ‘cos with several BBM pins out there on the internet (mine inclusive) there was no restriction as to whom could reach me or who I could reach. So, though in reality I had come to be known as one who keeps a very short list of friends, the reverse was the case for this virtual world I was plunging into.
Actually, it was more of a free fall than a plunge. For I had never been exposed to this level of freedom where you could say anything to anyone ‘cos you never expect to meet them and even if the probability to stumble on any of them was there, it was extremely low except the party(ies) involved made a conscious effort to meet. Enough of the exposure on social media already, the point is that I got involved with the wrong set of people who actually set me up to take the fall for their crime.
Seated right now, I see that my unnecessary need for speed has led to my life being totalled on the Asphalt of life’s race. So as I await my judgement now, be it “Guilty or not Guilty”, “Charged or Acquitted” I know that I have already paid the price for my folly. ‘Cos whether I end up in jail or my house, the wheels on this chair that I find myself attached to for mobility sake is a constant reminder that I should never think for once that I’m in charge. Rather, I should always do all things with fear and trembling with respect to the Omniscience of the Almighty.
So, for all of you out there who may always think you’re in charge, never for once think it so. ‘Cos by strength shall no man prevail as the wisest book on Earth put it and also went ahead to say that cursed is the man who relies on human strength and blessed is he who relies solely on the Almighty.
I have decided to rely solely on Him for everything including getting me out of this valley in His own way. I hope you do too.
God bless.
Peace. I sometimes wonder what it is, as if to say dictionaries make me wary of dictions. But think about it, what would you call peace and secondly how easy would it be for someone to waltz by and piss on that little piece of peace you’ve pieced together? How hard is it for you to weep?
I’ve seen little girls dance well to no music, and heard art painted with stories of pure pain. Its contrast so diverse we sigh loudly, as if to say peace is beyond our assimilating.
Yet we preach it loud in our little congregations; Peace, Peace, Peace, thus promise politicians. But they lost it back at Adam and wept till they were breast-fed. They say the truth is bitter, so they gave Him vinegar.
Say Peace is the lack of conflict, or war or infringement of freedom. We look for it in trophies that…
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Bang on the door of consciousness hard as you can
The numbness is sphere-filling, sensation-rebuffing
The sway of glass panes’ finesse are blunt as blues
Your rejoicing over joys coming about makes me roll sullen eyes
Dim mirage to me, your brightest sparks, your fullest bonfires
The stars shine as brightly as dying light devoid of fuel
A universe growing dark without living aim
A whole system, complex pursuits and gains and losses
A mesh-mash of dry crumbs
Give me your best moments, the most sterling of your won accolades
I’ll find them dry as the Sahara’s dust
Whorl wildness, spin cataclysm, recount desperation heightened to lung tops
All of your most fancied tales of hearts pounding hard and breath escaping fast
They’ll never make me twitch an inch, never force me to bat a lid
They’re washing away, faded glories, if ever they were worth much
This is how I feel about becoming excited for these things
Give me a reason to have wide-eyed wonder, to be awed by sights and sounds
I want to live and to be happy in living
Not just to smile at dying dogs and clap at swerving flies
The faith I’ve been handed promises me more
There’s word of hope, a whole new world saturated and overflowing with meaning
One, but all-encompassing; single, but enough
I cannot see it, but they say its there
So I’ve got to get to it
I’ve got to get to Him, or give in to Him
Let Him, the life, have me
Resolving the struggle is what the fight is about
The war’s dénouement is the stage for the last and greatest battle
God, the life I seek is hidden and revealed in You
All I have is nothing but this hope
Something I’ve been handed; a lifeline
I’ll use the rope, the bridge, the route
The path of sacrifice, of gaining all that ever really would be
Giving up my set determination to spit upon life
Letting God be enough, though the road be tough and unwieldy.
Into the depths
Where all your secrets are kept
down, down, down
Where all the secrets are kept
Take courage in the truth
and know that in Christ you are free
If you are willing to obey
fret not, for in Him you are still only a youth
He forgives us from our sins and sets us free?
But what does that mean?
Is it a reality to you?
Do you ever feel shame?
When you dive deep within
Where the secrets are kept?
Do you feel that?
Shame is a product of sin
And harboring it
Only rots and kills from within
Building walls around those things
Drives you from the truth
Like when Adam hid
Knowing that he felt naked
That is shame
Knowing you have done wrong
and avoiding the discomfort of dealing with it.
Take courage in the truth
God is calling, are you willing to give in to that call?
Are you tired of hiding?
Are you tired of building the wall,
Around the darkened deep?
Where all the secrets that you keep
like a wedge drive you further, further
Further from the truth?
from love
from light
from Godly friends
from Godly fellowship
from Our Father in all truth!
If a man will receive his life
he must first give it up.
you can never understand until…
you take his hand
Give it up
And be baptized
Revitalized
And pour His life in you
To those who He calls you to
The age I’m in turns my head about full circle
Sets me to tasks multiple in static time and frenetic pace
Its about clicking boxes and staring at light-space boards
Given to logical forms, algorithmic sense, geometric thought
Rational reductions, cardinal creeds, all modernists’ espoused rules
Its a world of straight science and relative morality
And the trees, though alive and standing, will sway to your eyes’ pleasure
As long as you speak not of a living, Almighty, right and firm
There, you’ll be suddenly silly, wanting decent intellect
The streets are a colourful pastiche of persons, posts and painful pangs
The avenues lined with streaming styles, neon lights, destitute lads
Sky lines, black ground, middle space claimed by in-between movements
All the fight to keep alive
All the fight to keep on fighting
All the flurry to be chanced to flaunt comfort
To be uninhibited by shame whose face is penury
I wonder what they find after all
Pleasure then, is sought in brighter joys where family picnics in fields
Or in infidel dark sides, where desire trumps trust, where lies are wise
In the defrauding of the masses, in the brutal tragedies, in cursing rants
As has ever been
The scraps slap sour, render self-made morals surreal
No matter how long the infinite hark is ignored
Truth stands, and changeable morals change and fade and disappoint
What use is there of creating your life’s meaning
Don’t you, the driver, admit being driven by elements, mere material, no one’s signature?
I have seen the fantastic things that ease our days a bit
The creations of our time, from minds in good motion
They are fine and fit for applause
But not the bland whack of situational gymnastics
Not the pretense of showing off fancy living rules, just to avoid God
Your feigning free-for-all naturalism is practising slavish blindness
Better option: Give in to life unbound by circumstance
God, timeless, immanent, Lord of constant order, gives this certitude
Lord, my Lord,
The God who is My Redeemer
The God who has formed me from the womb
Your hands are filled with wonder
Your mind cultivates the words of life.
My God Jesus Christ, is sensitive to love yet all powerful.
My heart trembles,
momentarily,
when He shows me His unending power.
Like a freshly crumpled piece of paper
Inching . .
It’s .. ..
way ……
OPEN !
Yah we are gracious
That you have made our hearts and our minds potential soil for your words of truth.
Those truths sprout and blossom as we are given opportunity to grow to Him.
The fabric of His kingdom is potentially all around us.
Our obedience ,
Our love,
makes
that fabric real.
Yah grant us wisdom and then strength
In your holy name.
I know a woman who is beautiful in form, in heart and in works. creative and strong-willed she is
I know a woman who had a business that wouldn’t yield increase. Friends and neighbours advised her to venture into other businesses other than hers.
I know a woman who wouldn’t listen to idle talks nor take discouragement to heart, refusing “can’t do” for an answer.
I know a woman who didn’t stop trying, remained focused and expectant, that latter days would speak for itself.
I know a woman who prayed her way through, had a filter in her ear and achieved with God as chief.
I know a woman who after few years is envied by many, celebrated by the high and low including her friends and neighbours that thought she couldn’t succeed there.
I know a woman who didn’t give up on her dreams, but fought the odds and won in style.
I know a woman who understands the power of God mighty in all and of a god that she is, not letting circumstances stop her.
I know a woman who can rise when she falls, virtuosity personified, and happy that she never let go of God and herself.
I know a woman who can PERSEVERE
-Michelle
Christ a poet 