MANESSA

April 15, 2015April 15, 2015Leave a comment

Oh Manessa!
Hear my cry
My voice is feeble and dry
You have listened enough to words of defying meaning
Would you harken the words that are living?
Behind the mask you wear
I see the concealed pains
And the confusion you try to refrain
Eyes sore with heart quaked sob
You couldn’t have gotten enough sleep! No
Awakened every night you stay
Stirring thoughts to reason
Nights age into the blossom of morning
But its radiance is darkened by your mourning
In the orgies of anxiety, you spend empty days
The more you go astray
You see;
Your dreams are tall
Yet in its pit you fall
Self pity purges your path
Self seeking that which taints your vision
Lies forms a castle
Pretense mounts into storeys
Anger and wrath weaves into a coat of many dark colors
You know them all
So why worry so much about your looks?
When in the nebulous darkness
You entertain all filthy thoughts
So ugly!
Not as he talketh
But as a man thinketh in his heart,so is he
Saint in appearance
Flirt in mind
This ways are not right in the sight of Christ
No! Daughter I condemn you not
I see the bruises in those knees you have so bowed
I hear your cries of plea calling heaven for mercy
I see the guilt that smears your conscience; you are tired!
Your throats sore; you are thirsty!
Your stomach churns;you are hungry!
Did you hear him say
“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness for they shall be filled”
Oh Manessa!
Do you see the light
There is bread and living water for you
Yes! The word! A balanced balance diet
Eat girl; labour in it!

Use it; meditate it;think it

Say it at the appearance of evil
Fight daughter fight!
Your life is of Christ’s
Accept the word He has planted in your heart
It is very able to save your soul
You are hungry Manessa
Eat deeply of the word
Yes! Over eating is allowed!

LOVE: PERSPECTIVES, SHADES, AND THE ULTIMATE TRUTH

April 7, 2015Leave a comment

Maybe, its You

Your head is at a dead end

Your heart sick at a hurt bend

You’ve descended steep and fast to final loss

You’re finding your steel nerves have given, can only gloss

Look aside, apart from yourself, and find love here

Never far, always standing there

Firm and fierce and strong enough to care

More than frail hearts of men ever could dare

For, I have found that

When a man loves his bride, he would lay down his life

The irony lies in death, when love should give life

Once upon a time, a man loved me so much, he died for me to live

Since then I kept dying everyday that he may live

The death he died for my life,I’m dying for his life

But either way, we just can’t be separated

Together,we’re one, together, we’re alive!

As the world sees it

Separated words like sub-lime should taste bitter sour

Separated worlds like hot Mercury, luke-warm jupiter, or

Separated walls with thick thickness with layed bricks and great heart fitness

But forget all that; we are of a different class

Repping Christ, full assurance of a confirmed right

Taking notes as He dictates our civil rights

Piling up divine assignments like looting battle boxes, blame our phobia to fright

See I’m a bride whose bride price set worlds at war

It took a ressurection to marry me, full debt paid in totality

So when you ask the Devil who Christ is,

He looks at me and remembers cheque-mate!

Christ died for my living

Now that’s Death-Grace and I love Him!

Sometimes I wonder

How its displayed for us all to see

Yet we choose to ignore the truth, the reality

Its so simple, yet we hoplessly try to mystify it

We say we do not agree to its methodology

But everyday we step out that open door

We take on a desperate search for love

So I wonder

I wonder if we prefer the world for what it is

If the so-called rigteous kills are worth it

If a hungry soul’s plea we still feel

If we prefer to watch them die in their sins

I wonder: if love wont drive us, what will?

#Freestylemonday

WAR: OH! MY DARLING

April 5, 2015April 7, 20152 Comments

As we sat eating peacefully at the table
I, my darling and my children
Kataboom! ketekete! came the sudden sound of gunfire
A peaceful moment was turned into chaos

At night we couldn’t stay there anymore
We packed our few belongings
And scrambled to the bush for safety
With my darling in tow

Suddenly I heard an anguished cry behind
I turned and saw my darling
Clutching his chest, his mouth spurting blood
by a ghastly wound made by a stray bullet

My sun went black, my moon wept blood
The clouds poured acid rain, as my darling said, “run”,
I left my darling, lyin gin the dust
Smiling sadly at me, before giving up the ghost

I stumbled blindly on, led by my distraught children
Tears blurring my view, sorrow clouding my reasoning
Till I could run no more, and we found a place of hiding
Far, Oh! so far away from my fallen darling

Nights later, when I crept out to get some supplies
I saw the infants, toddlers, young and old
kissing mother earth, sleeping to rise no more
My heart sank in utter despair

Stifling a sad cry, I strip them of their clothes
For my children – the dead won’t need clothes anyway
As I crept sadly back, since I couldn’t find food
My legs kicked a papery object, and I picked it up curiously

Laughing mirthlessly, seeing what it was
It can be used for fuel, if it can’t be eaten as food
I trudged on to refuge, safe in the arms of the bush
Since I couldn’t sleep, I sat up to read the queer book

I read of a supreme being called God, creating the world with words
“Surely, these people cant be serious. Unbelievable and far-fetched!”
I read of a God in form of a man (“really?”)
coming to die for mankind, sacrificing Himself

“Ha! This is ridiculous! how is it possible?”
However, as I read on, tears crept slowly out of my eyes
I read of His love, His compassion, of His sorrow and HIs temptation
of HIs battery and His crucifixion, and I felt my voice catch a little

Somewhere, somehow, like the dripping of dew,
Peace trickled slowly into my heart
clutching the book, I devoured more of its contents
to draw more peace-drops

Well, if Jesus actually did this, then I have hope to the extreme
That’s how He came into my life, after hours of reading the book
I gave my heart to Him, and my heart was set free from sorrow
My heart became clean, I felt alive, and felt happy! Yes!

I no more missed my darling so much
cos I have a new, most precious, darling
His name is Christ Jesus
Oh! my Darling

(I’ve got to introduce Him to my children right away!)

#bursting forth

In deep slumber…

April 3, 2015April 2, 2015Leave a comment

Slowly went off the flames of the light
Casting shadows of a heart-breaking sight.
She cried in a broken desperation
because it seemed she and her inhabitants were left to die

In the ugly claws of rejection so she stared in fear
Doom seemed near
While in a deep slumber were God’s own tabernacles
Snoring aloud, head supported by feeble ankles.
In an alarming stillness, she thought them dead
Because all that blurred her vision was red

If only they knew
That her cities were ruined
Her buildings laid desolate, home crushed;

Cries of distress, a blasting tune
Her men in tortured labor, had begun to split up caves
Making spaces to dig up their own graves
If only they knew her enemy!

The man of guile had seized and plagued their streets
Leaving them with shuddering teeth that only grits
All that is left are weary souls grasping for breath
Earnestly longing for an easeful death
So with everyday becoming night
They are weary, white out of plight
Despite the surging wave of thick darkness
There lay no hope of light
Crazy!

She couldn’t understand why!
Were they not the saviors?

Who were supposed to build up the waste places?
The army meant to raise the foundation of many generations?
To repair the breach and restore streets for dwelling in as said the Lord
Through the mouth of prophet Isaiah?

For whom does she wait?
Achan or Zechariah?
Would they leave her in darkness and cold?
Their power and authority exchanged for insatiable vaults
Pleasures and filth the price to the devil they had sold?

Children of God indeed they are
She weeps at the hallowness of their claims
Because right from the beginning the scripture never said it so!

An unbearable shame even as my own tears comes afloat
I weep for a creation whose earnest expectation of manifestation
Is exchanged with devastation.

WAR: THE LAST MORSEL

April 1, 2015April 1, 20151 Comment

As I swallow the second to the last morsel of eba*

I almost choke it up

When I heard the news reporter

Give a detailed report of the impending chaos

I got up hurriedly

Rushed to meet my family

Packed our precious belongings

And rushed to the basement

Day after day, week after week

The racketing of bombs above our heads

The anguished cry of the captives never dies down.

In my sleep

I shed unshed tears

I pray unprayed prayers

Hoping against hope.

Taking stock of the situation

Outside my comfort zone

My horrible dream comes true

Tears find their way out of my eye sockets

Dismembered arms, amputated limbs

Gorged eyes, flayed faces

Some recognizable, some not.

My stomach retched at the sight

I walked in a dazed stupor

Drunken in anguish, reeling from shock

Weary from psychological stress

Stumbling, stumbling across my fallen brothers

What hope is there for me?

And my ever distraught family

I sighed and gnashed my teeth

As I remembered my last morsel of eba*

That meal is better off than me

Sitting coolly in one place

Not caring anything about the affairs of this world

So my thoughts ran paranoid.

Alas! out of the thick black darkness

A bright light knifed through

Shining, cutting through the darkness

Bringing with it love, joy and peace

Peace, Oh peace like a river

Giving me peace in times of war

Like cold water on my sun-fried back

Cooling my very innards

With the Prince of Peace riding in glory

Accompanied by the shout of angels

Saying “Peace, on earth”

Then ceased the wind

And there was a great calm

Giving me hope again.

*cassava flour

EMOTIONS

March 28, 2015March 28, 2015Leave a comment

Big words, big thoughts
Two minutes gone and your head is in a whirl
But your heart now rules over your head
A while ago you could swear you had control
Yet the reality yells its judgement at you
Guilty as charged!

We had them 4 laws in physics
Formed to thicken our brain linings
Irrational is how the studies reflect
what we already know
But, lemme do the fill-ins : -motions-
Made to move in a particular direction

Passion of the Christ,
But we replace the ‘Christ’ and reprogram our thoughts
E-mortals
So we end up drowning only in these E-motions our sites have created, as we fall through our minds
E-portals

So, a single working of my little mind
Sent me spiraling down the ocean floor
Sucked into depths unimaginable
Singing the widow’s dirge
Till God with His mighty hand
Lifted me up and made me stand

They say “buckle up, be a man”
Though keeping it all in seems hard
I wish I could put down this façade of strength
“If I let You in, just maybe you could help”
Told it to Jesus and just like that
He fixed me and taught me what it really meant to be a man

When I felt He left
I coulda sworn I was a walking casket
Tears, frowns, blood flowing through gowns
As I run to meet my pastor
I poured all my thoughts but felt wasted
Like putting red wine into a basket
But when I reconciled with Grace
’twas worth breaking my box of alabaster

#freestlyefriday

GOD IN ALL.

March 26, 2015March 26, 20151 Comment

“Why” was my question, ”nothing” was the reply

But my mortal eyes were signs of untold sly

Heartfelt sympathy filled my ears,

Streaming down my eyes exactly like tears

My fears deepened my smiles extinguished

For just like a troubled ship, my joy was sinking

I had a plight so great that my heart couldn’t take a fight

So tough, my strength couldn’t stand a river so torrid, I couldn’t cross

A pain so deep, I couldn’t bear

I could go on, but my tears wouldn’t stop

My mind became a room of questions, filled with lights of confusion

Oh! How I wished to cry the more,

For I couldn’t understand why a man should live as if he would never die

And die as if he never lived,

For this was the death of a mortal dad

I lived a life so good, at least to my understanding,

I was righteous; in my neighborhood, my life was seemingly perfect,

Don’t get me wrong, I am not self-righteous

All I’m saying is that I didn’t see this doom coming,

‘Cause I thought I was far from a sad ending

My story got worse when the money of a day was given to me for a month

I could only shake my head, wondering why poverty was close by,

Even when my efforts stood out

I wanted to pray, but my faith was weak

“Is God still on my side?”

“Does he still love me?” I would ask

“Life is unfair to me” I would say!

For I waited for help and found loneliness

I cried for assistance but recorded resistance,

Even my only sibling got to know the reality of being a dropout…

How sad! My life was becoming a theory of hardship,

Cause all was seemingly lost I only had a last hope

A hope that my being couldn’t appreciate

A hope my mind had swayed from; one that was once my first love

One that my heart now doubted

A true hope that couldn’t fail in reality

A hope called Jesus

My fears and burdens I began to cast on him,

‘Cause he said I should do so

I tried loving him again, but my guilt was there

It occurred to me I was selfish

I had no fruit of long suffering cause if he had behaved the way I did,

I doubt if I would even think of salvation

He paid the price for me without asking the question ”why”

I forgot he could change water into wine

Maybe that was why I couldn’t dine with his friendship

He was close by, but I was burden focused

He was comforting me, but I was fear conscious

Maybe that was the only way he could get my attention

By making me see him as my last option

I prayed for forgiveness because his light of righteousness exposed my selfishness

At last! My life turned better, even though I struggled

But I was now filled with love that made things easier

I became happier, but here is the lesson:

My joy should depend on my relationship with God and not on my earthly possessions cause he is a jealous god and he suffereth no rivals truthfully. My life will be better if only I pray harder, complain less and praise more, because God knows my entire mind became enlightened by the fact that he won’t work in my will unless he can only be there by himself

This truth I humbly accepted and moved forward cause he is just God in all the world.