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New year new faith

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Penspeak Communities across Nigeria have recently taken up Freestyle Fridays hosted by The Godzniel. This is a collection of poems from Penspeak Community UNIZIK freestyles in January 2025.

Our very own MC Wisdom set the Christendom ball rolling,

Ladies and gentlemen,
Listen up, I’ve got a message for the masses
To the ones who think they can hold me back, I’ve got a few words to amass

This is not another new year, new me
And to everything and everyone who dissed me
This year you better receive sense, so free me

I’ll rise above the noise, I’ll shine like the morning sun
On every stage, I will stand my ground, call me the chosen one

So, to whom it may concern, listen up and take heed
I’m the MC WISDOM not to be reckoned with, my voice is a thunder that comes with a lightning decree

I’ll speak my truth, I’ll stand my ground
I’ll be the change, I’ll turn things around

So, watch me rise, watch me soar
I’m untamed and unstoppable, so sit back and watch out for more “MC WISDOM”

Just as we were still in awe of this grace, Delight came and gave us;

SCREENSHOT OF FAITH

In a world that judges by value and birth,
To us…the dreamers and the doers,
What shall we say to these things?
In a world of scrolling, tapping and clicking,
Where moments pass like a flash, never quite stopping.
There is one thing we capture, though abstract even to the believer.

You know,
The Youth today are chasing dreams
Like flashes on a screen…
Flickering fast, chasing fast, but what does this mean?
One wrong step, one wrong foot…
And you are back to square one questioning your truth.
Faith, they say, is the light at the end of the tunnel.
But what if the tunnel’s a mirror, a reflection of your struggles?
Like a dog chasing its tail, we run around in circles,
Dreams dangle like carrots, but we can’t even find the hurdles.
Irony lives here, right here in our struggle to rise,
The higher we reach, the higher the price we pay.

We keep chasing this lady ‘success’ just as she waltzes away,
More like the sun which rises but still sets at the end of the day…
We live in a world where everything is loud,
Where the pressure to rise feels like breaking the crowd!
We post, we hustle, we strive for the spotlight,
Trying to make a name in a world full of wrongful rights.
We keep chasing followers, likes and applause,
But the real faith is not about these shallow laws.

A screenshot of Faith is the courage to start.
It’s trusting yourself when the world says ‘wait’ …
It’s finding your power even when the world system says it’s too late.
It’s not about the speed or how fast you fly
It is just the courage to leap even when you can’t touch the sky!
It will tell you to walk, and then vanish from your sight
Leaving you wondering, “Am I wrong or right?”
So trust me when I say this one can’t be saved to your gallery… it’s not a picture, it’s more than a name.
It is the belief that in time we all shall find our flame.

We wrap up our freestyles here. It’s always an honor to be part of this. See you next month.

Authors
MC WISDOM
DELIGHT SHEKELS

A tale of compassion and faith

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Penspeak Communities across Nigeria have recently taken up Freestyle Fridays hosted by The Godzniel. This is a collection of poems from Penspeak Community UNEC freestyles in January 2025.

From the watchtower, Iruoma cried out:

I am compassion, a gentle breeze
That calms a raging soul and quiets pain to freeze
I run in obscurity, yet understanding I seek
To heal a silent wound that mouth can’t utter

Like flower that blooms in desert oasis
So am I, a savour taste to the broken soul
I’m a badge of mercy, worn by one who’s torn
An irresistible gentle word, that calms a storm

I see beyond the fist, the anger and pain
And serve a feast of kindness, to wash the heart’s deep stain
I’m a dose of hope, that keeps each day aglow
A beacon of light, in the darkest place I go

I am compassion, I offer listening ears
Pay attention and owe no debt to negligence
I am the greatest gift to humanity
The loudest voice of love
I walk enduring miles
Leaving trails of smiles

Taking the wheel again, Iruoma launched:

With heart swift and low on  paths unknown
I plead to listen to the quiet whisper, that binds me whole
With convictions strong on choices made

I plead to heed the persistent voice of truth
With barns so enriched, and yards full of glittering gold
I pray to harvest, with mind full of sight

To sift grain from chaff, and separate truth from false
And with each step to embark, a journey of uncertainty
I pledge to trust the gentle guide

For He’s the spirit of the divine, with mysteries to unveil
He grants a sense of immortality, in the stillness, a peaceful knowing of secrets untold.
And moments to disobey in doubt, are times to will in regret

Not wanting the momentum to die out, Neche Goodnews took the baton on the relay:

 “Wish upon a shooting star and make your wish come true”
Senior said to me as we stared at the night sky
“So, make the wish”, he said to me as I was beholding the awe of the star littered sky
I close my eyes and make my wish and open my eyes into the present
A decade had gone by but I still reminisce the days gone by
I fasten up my tie while facing the mirror

What a decade it has been
Peril and strife fought their way into my world but I persevered
The psychological breaks and lapses chipped away at my very soul but I didn’t derange
As I go towards my bag, a thought enters my mind and a smile is found on my face
“Your wish is profound and pure, its impact, ground shaking, all I might not see it actualised but I can behold its potential”
Senior said to me, that was one of our last conversations
“It’s no time to slack, the world will soon be in awe”
I say as I take my bag and leave my place

People see the outcome of reality
I behold a future of possibilities
My wish would ensure that
Until then, I carry on

See you next month!

Authors:
Iruoma
Neche Goodnews

Testimony of God’s Faithfulness.

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Hi there. Welcome to this recap of freestyle Friday🥳. I am JahzRhythm and I’m thrilled to take us on this journey through life giving words. Shall we?

Date: 12th of July, 2024
Topic: Testimony of God’s Faithfulness.

The flood gates of word goodness was opened by our host GodzNiel with this wonderful piece titled: Testimony of God’s Infinite Faithfulness

Five star Dragon,
God’s touch turned me a las born
Shake Shake Shake when I Praise God
Don’t you know he is awesome

Do you not know?

Eternal anchor
Waves stop where he has told to
Trust, Obey, Allez-oop through
Don’t you know he is faithful

Do you not know?

God is too faithful
We dey like zanku
Wasting our time on what strength can do
Can’t hold a candle,
To when God host you
Would you be patient, or be a patient

Riches in Christ
Reaches the sky
Water my eyes
Abba Most High
Human disobedience wasted my time
God’s results pay more than crime
And he said, “Rest!” Oh
Then he just blessed up
Embarrassed me with sugar and favor
Waiting on God is still the best option

God?
You wey dey see wen dun I cast
Still curve ball gimme true pass
Director and Commander
Shey na you gimme script las las
Say if I hearken, you go fit act
Say if I calm down, I go see acts
More Chapters to our Romance

Ru Man’s

Me I dun confam
Carry me go, I go pray and fast
Changed my name to ‘Yeshua’s hand’
Tell dem say I dun confam

God is too faithful
God is too faithful
God is too faithful
God is too faithful

God is too faithful
God is too faithful
God is too…

Oh my God

Whoosh! this is so inspiriting. We needed time to take all of this in. Then few hours later, Ini Brown sent in this wonderful testimony:

Let me testify
I would never have passed any of life’s tests if I
Had not God’s spirit that edifies
Seeing as I
Often get lost on paths I wasn’t meant to ply
It clear that I
Need to rely on Christ to rectify
False strong holds with truth, Lest I lie
Far from the realms of eagles wings where I’m meant to fly.

Let me testify
Christ said never again would I thirst if I
Take a sip of his living spring that now springs within when I
Speak tongues known to calm storms
If I
Consider bibles as selfies then my
Testimony is but a caption.
An attempt to, in a sentence, capture the glory of a thousand words.

But still I must testify
To say his communion doesn’t leave a nice taste, I lie
For I’ve, tasted the wine of the spirit and been drunk in its midst.
I’ve transcend trials and tribulation with seemingly trivial bible gist.
I seen peace in a hurricane and walked through walls
I have found a hand ready to lift me everytime I fall.
Let me testify, his love has left my head defied.
For how the lord whose name alone should be edified
Choose to call me “son”, let me testify.

Isn’t God wonderful! This beautiful piece got a lot of reactions and in no time, GodzNiel responded with this :

Ah ahn

Iz this not too much Bro

What happened?!

Consider Bibles as Selfies, then your testimony is a caption
That you used God’s Word to transcend Tribulation
That you like the taste of His communion

Who’s been slicing Onions?

Must be the Mothers of CAP
Cooking something wey go light up the dark
Let the testimonies heal up the crack
Lord Jesus did a Heart Attack

Brother, Testify
Tell the people what the Lord has done
Like a pistol, all my fears are gone
Power Banker, He recharged my soul
Sprinkled pepper on the cankerworm

Yeah Brother, Testify
Yahweh said he’d bless the spot if I
Stay Linked in to the Word
Friends and Fam told me I’d be bored
But God has taught me how to spot a fraud

Testify
Tell the barren woman that she don’t need a womb to have a Leah kinda life
Tell all the brothers running after bags,
God has prepared a Joseph in advance

Ini-Abasi edi etii
Demons set traps, God gives Testimonies
Ha gaasi na haancha bu ofu, asi
Afo udiong-óuké Ifiokabasi?

Testify jorrr

Yes You, Testify Jorr! Imani Nnaemeka M couldn’t hold back, she then graced us with these wonderful words:

I rise up fresh with the new day’s light
Scenes of mercy engulf my sight
A soul stirred up high as a kite
A good matter my heart indites.

Once once… I thought what one’s lot truly was
Spurred by a barrage of unrelenting words
E no easy ehh… My sister e no easy ooo
This road wey be say na heaven we dey go
But wouldn’t you suffer here and still be on the way
Rather than to reach the other side and be a castaway
So they said and so I tried yet farther I seemed to stray
Unbeknownst to me, a sacrifice on lay away.

The thing I had to do, already done
The mile I had to go, already gone
The burden I had to bear, already borne
His love speaking louder than sin’s loudest horn
Asking nothing but the courage to believe
His assurance to you, that He’ll never leave
A guiding light piercing through the deepest dark
An endless provision supplying for every lack.

So I stand to testify, a witness on the stand
A simple complexity I hope you understand
Not a mere act, these walls that I dare to leap
My standing in Him is not mine to keep
I’ve learned to rest, to trust, to surrender
All to the One of whom wrong memories are yonder.

Past, present, future my sins are forgiven
I walk in the liberty that he has freely given
To this end I rejoice!
Glory glory Hallelujah!
My testimony thus:
A stitch in time
Saved forever.

Such soul-stirring words… and then, it rained testimonies. From Pearly Thoughts we had this awesome piece:

“It is Finished.”

The God of abundance
Declared this statute of limitation
Against sin’s desiring eyes
Against death’s longing hands
After He drank from the cup of judgment
To its last drop

‘It is finished’ He said
The chastisement of our peace he meant.

I am a witness of his Testimony

Then captain Godswill Ezeonyeka gave us more to praise God for with this:

The lions I had to deal with
Had more than dinner on their minds
The plotters who plotted against me
Had more than gossip in their arsenal
But the God who fights for me
Had more than an emergency rescue plan

See what the Lord has done.

With my bowed knees
God has made a mockery of Legion
With my silent supplication
God has disgraced Leviathan
With my heartfelt praise
God has declared His name, The LORD

Nahh, you cant say you are not so blessed already! The session ended with this beautiful piece from JahzRhythm just before the day ended:

Blessed be the One who sits upon the throne
Blessed be He from the depths of my soul
All that I am gives full recognition to the one who reigns forever and ever!

His word is the path I follow,
His testimony, the song I sing.
His name is my Shield forever,
I rejoice earnestly in every word He says.

Come, see my dancing shoes,
My lover keeps playing the tunes,
My feet keep moving to the rhythm of His heart,
My life is part of His orchestra.

His word is a lamp to my feet
Blessed be the One whose Spirit is my strength.
I trust in His unfailing love forever. and ever.

Taste and see that the Lord is good – Always. Thank you for joining me on this ride, I believe these have stirred your heart even more. I look forward to doing this with you again. Till next time, Chao.

Authors
GodzNiel
Ini Brown
Imani Nnaemeka M
Pearly Thoughts
Godswill Ezeonyeka
JahzRhythm

Forgive!

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Good day, friends,

Today, during our freestyle session, we fixed our gaze on
Forgiveness Benefits. Niel stirred the ship in the right direction with his words at about 9:09 AM. He wrote;

I forgive forgiveness
Left my cares on Jesus
Half a blunt discussion
I see no reduction

Enough eyes for the wrong head
Love max like the Lord said
That side that the Lord bled
Whose spear? We do not care
Monster, no be loch Ness
Get hurt and I get stressed
Choose light but I don’t drag
Love rice and I cook spag
I street light to the Most High
Most High!

Hot right? That’s the way we do things here and it was just getting better. Feast on the words Uba Isoje at about 9:42 AM.

Whose spear?
Definitely not Britney
My worship, beautiful symphony
My life, ain’t no phony
Whose Akon when you got the Holy Spirit
I ain’t lonely
Once life was Thor
I was Loki
A shadow of my identity
l just dey lowkey
Slowly, the word grew me
I live free, abba paid the fee
Remission to forgiveness
This Life now makes sense
Na why I dey follow gate
I no dey jump fence 路

Sleeky!!!! sleeky!!!!! Uba showed his prowess with the word play but Niel wasn’t done, read what he had to say to Uba;

I no dey jump first
Walk through the _waka’s_ circumference
I am a godly attendance
And I out-prance
The grudge nonsense
When I get bitter, I give space
Lord, when you talk am, the net flicks
Casting is wrong until God speaks
And I touch sticks with the future QuChi
God’s love is a call of duty

A blend of faith diced with features from the popular CODM, and no, he doesn’t play games, he’s into Anime. Niel’s word caught the attention of his friend, Mindsmith. This was what he had to say to him;

But this COD speaks heart shots
Burning like amazons kindle paper
Guided by abba, and if _uche bu akpa_ then sanctify this bag of thoughts.
Hurt and hurting but love be fronting
To err is human but bitterness? Never

I nor de jump fence, too heavy, na for this heart God love condense
Nwa the good shepherd, I sheep through life
So even with an abattoir before me, my ship too light
The ship na relationship with abba tor.

And the light? Na street light to the most high
Na Dutchman cos e too fly
Solar powered, my energy is from the son, so when I shine my light, forgiveness na the norm.

What do they say about friends that dine together? I will leave that for you to figure out. This was Niel’s reply;

Free kick, he kicked
I just frolicked
Hands on ploughs of Spirit profit
What is Whot when God has picked it?
Could have never gotten to the Niel on fleshy
Bless me with this
Love till it sticks

But peace
Be the reason that I get peace
Tell me tellings that will not cease
I been smiling in forgiveness
I am Jonah on a beach, please

I don’t know what Niel was on but it made him spit fire!!! I am sure that’s what caught Ebube’s eye.

I’m in great need of this love that forever speaks, 

That through blood stooped low and carefully picked.

This love need to stick so when I’m painfully kicked,

I just stylishly move
back to gather strength not to punch back,

But to smile and embrace JOHN, forgive JOY, infact forgive both and move on with ceaseless joy.

Women and love sha! But it was a beautiful piece! Don’t you agree? Mindsmith dropped his verse at about 1:28 PM.

Harboured hate hovered holding hand-held half-hostilities, having heads heavily hanging without humour

While
Actively aborting all attempts at attaining anthropomorphism above angels, avoiding Godhood altogether

And
Tactically turning tails towards the truth to tell tales that tore trails towards false teachings

Till
Eventually evading every expressive embrace, ending exemption from enmity

Because
Divisive decisions delayed doings driving divine deals down drains dug from delusions

And
Inciting inimical decisions indicting even I

But…
Err, err, even enemies endeared, every effort expended towards forgiveness

Now
Decisions decided, delusions divided, dutifully delivered daily till *hate died*

Mindsmith’s mind webbed words together to create a masterpiece but the best way to sure end the freestyle is to have UC Truth drop heavy bars. Don’t stay caged by his art!

“I for give” nothing.
Not a regret I ever want to have because I plan to die empty.

Unlike the first time when I died from an excess of pride. Was so full of myself.
Brim spilling guts of a broken man, a broken boy, a boy so broke he couldn’t pay anything. or anyone.

Attention was too much of a price for a mind that always wondered about the roads to tomorrow. Will there be a path after the curves beyond what I can see? Will I ever buoy or am I doomed to perish at sea?
Will my eyes blink success with every closing lid?
I needed to figure tomorrow today when the worries of today already had me bloated, yet my tomorrow was figure eight. Lean cow that will never swallow nothing, even if a seer dreamed.

My hope was Shapeless and I knew it, like the earth before breath spoke to form it. Like jollof rice turned to vomit. Hollow me had nothing to give.

So “I for give” is not what I want to ever say. When a need is to be met by someone i want to be there.
For giving will never go out of fashion, as long as long as mended spirits sew.

A few seeds will leave us a forest. Lives will be blessed by the shades we’ll spread.

But we’ll never see the need to be giving, until we understand how much we were given, when we got forgiven.

And that’s it! I hope as much as you have enjoyed beautiful words crafted into masterpieces, you don’t ignore the message buried deep in each word. See you soon!

Niel
Uba Isoje
Mindsmith
Ebube
Uc Truth
©2023

#FreestyleFriday, Forgiveness Benefits

Still Pray

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It’s freestyle Friday and you know how we like to serve you; Hot 🔥 and fresh from the oven!!!. My name is Adeleye Olaoye and I will be the one to run you through Today’s menu. Niel, at 9:41 a.m., came to announce what we would be dishing for the day; Still Pray. I wonder what was going through his mind but anyway, sit back and enjoy your meal as your eyes feast on our poems.

At 9:46 A.M., Zoe Ziva opened dey floor:

Dey pray
E go be like say sometimes e no dey work, but still, dey pray
E go even be like Daniel wey dem go gather for your matter dey talk, but still, dey pray
Sometimes it may feel that your prayers are even dragging you towards what you’re praying against, yet again, still pray.
For in the place of prayers we gain strength for the days ahead, so still dey pray
For na den we go receive grace take make things happen and strength to stop the wrong things from happening.
So I say again. Dey pray.

Hope you enjoyed the appetizer? At 9:48 A.M., Godswill Ezeonyeka wrote:

Pray still I pray thee
When thy lips part in supplication
Let thine heart not wavering remain still
Let Jesus call thy peace to attention
And thy prayers find joyful voyage to Father

At 9:56 A.M., Hannah wrote:

When the edge is broken
When there are stray bullets flying in the streets
To pray or not to pray will not be a dilemma
When you are swallowed up by a fish
When you know you’re the reason for the chaos
To pray or not to pray will not be in conflict
But all pray and no watch makes the purpose of the One who sent you frustrated
Yet, all watch and no pray makes you a vessel of no use!

Godswill Ezeonyeka wasn’t done! At 10:03 A.M., he wrote:

Hearken! I pray thee
To the prayers prayed before
Our fathers besought the Father’s very being
With open hearts they yearned for answers we now ignore
Ye! The poured out Spirit searcheth for praying sons

At 10:43 A.M., The Niel wrote :
Father take it from me
Any hanging ons
Gbadura Fun mi
Favors get returned
May acidic spirits get watered down
Man on Holy Ghost
Word Diet and nightgown
We still pray for things we should be praying at
Father said pursue from where you’re kneeling at
Na Spirit go back you, just raise the right mast
Our room is espo, We were an Atlas
I still pray like spiritual pillow talk
Given there are days when we do outburst
The power and eternity sit above the talk
The Lord and His Word are the very First

Felzpoecy, at 10:45 dropped his bars:
When life seats you down to have a meeting with love
And your body begins to feel man enough to own it
Remember
Nobody ever made the right handbook for loving
So when you fall in a kind of love that doesn’t keep you warm in winter
Teach yourself to stand up
Do not leave without burning the bridges
The heat would help you through your travel to a better place

At 10:55 A.M., Ubamara wrote:
Stand still my soul, I pray thee
And know that He is God
When my heart is overwhelmed within me
Still will I pray
More times than I care to count
Has the One who is Love come through for me
And when it seems like my okro doesn’t draw
Still will I pray to the One I’m drawn to

At 11:38 A.M., The Jemcy wrote this:
The rule is simple
Pray or Faint
But I plead with you to choose the former
Its easier than you all have made it
Its as simple as telling me everything
As you would a friend.
I’m tired of being your last option
And being called upon only when you’re in trouble
I want you to dial the line just to say hi
I want our communication to be a constant thing.
I’m not a deaf God my boy
I just want you to pray some more
Till prayer becomes your lifestyle
The solution is simple
When you’re weak, ask me for help to pray…
And by asking, you just started to pray!!!

At 11:45 A.M., Eremipaghmo Pearl rounded up when she wrote this:
Speak the infinite liturgical languages
Pray! It’s a familiar code
Series of requests
Thanksgivings
Intercessions
Let the silent voice cry out
Leave the answer to the one whose say counts
Pray, it’s a familiar code
People still seek a listening ear
Raging thoughts driving them mad
And before them is the familiar code
Yet they know it not
Stiffled faith is what desperation births
The labour is ominous
If we don’t know the code
Let it out
Let it out to the one whose say count
Pray still regardless of what language you know
Still pray when thoughts go wild.
Do both in the name of Jesus

Authors:
Godswill Ezeonyenka
Zoe Ziva
Ubamara
Eremipaghmo Pearl
Niel
Jemcy
Felzpoecy

Pay Attention

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Hello, My name is Adeleye and today I will be your tour guide on this wonderful first freestyle journey for the year.
Godswill was at the wheels and he decided to go vintage today;  At 5:52pm he said : Lets try an oldie: Freestyle with pictures and at exactly 5:57pm he dropped three picture prompts.

Ini brown dropped some hot bars at 6:14pm :


Pay attention to handwriting on the wall
For the signs and seasons signal many will fall
Let this rhyme of reason remind stand tall
For love wax cold at winter’s call

Pay attention to the Hand, writing on the wall.
Love personified, who can pick you if you fall
Mercy magnified, he heed you when you call
Hands always out stretched for your.

At 6:25pm, Godswill wrote:

pay attention to handwritings on this wall
this painting is noise so your bargain is null
the diversity seduces your soul to a dull
so spend your attention wisely like Paul

on things that lovely, kind and pure
within that noise HIS hand beckons
it pulls you in through the cross and more
pay attention to Hand’s writing on the wall

But Godswill wasn’t done, he decided to draw the curtains on the day by 8:50pm as he wrote:


There are many storylines but there is one storywriter. There is only one way that leads to the end and only the maze master knows it. Many men have argued about who wins the chess game between the foreseer and the mindreader but the creator will always checkmate.

And there you have it! The first freestyle session for the year! What are way to start! Don’t miss any of our sessions this year as we will be serving it hot this year!

Authors :
Ini Brown
Ezeonyeka Godswill

Out-Heal the Loss

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Hello, My name is Niel and these are the ChristaPoet Freestyle Sessions. This year, ChristaPoet wants to give you a special perspective to our freestyles. At first, some of these poems were published as stand-alone pieces. But in actuality, each poem is an untitled part of a freestyle session. Each freestyle session is given a topic for the poems to address.

Today, we see the last of the February 25th 2022 poems. Topic was “Regeneration”.
Yesterday, we went through the ladies who all posted inside the 11th hour. So today we begin at 12:10 PM, with the CaP goddess, Chika St. Davnique:


I feel pain every time I think of my sister.

And I’m not thinking about myself when I think of her.

I’m thinking of all the ways in which she was alive.

I’m reliving the moments in which her smile lived.

And the pain I feel, it’s not selfish.


So no.


Adjust your lenses


And somewhere around this period, she got into a sensitive discussion with MeerahZoe. Now because some parts of the discussion was in voicenotes, I will give you a summary of the most important point made during the argument. The rest is honey and milk for CaP members. To join up, GoTo the “Join Us” tab

They were talking about different people’s reactions to loss. Chika said: As Christian writers, w hen we write, we owe it to the world and our audience to say what is true, and not just what we feel at the moment. Infact, whenever we want to be so subjective, we should state that this is us and just our perspective. Making absolute statements based on subjectivity has to stop.

At 12:36 PM, Chika St. Davnique made some some more poetry:


‘Please hold on while your transaction is processing…’

I’m staring lost in thought.
My mind, a multiverse of directions my thoughts wish to take.

Another line from a poem my father taught me floats into my brain…

‘We have come to the crossroad, and I either leave or come with you’

So I go with it.

The thought that we are always in the midst of a transaction. Always coming and going from an exchange. Always living or dying, giving or leaving.

The machine is still grinding, my body is still standing.
I wonder, does the man behind me know I’m lost.
Or is he lost in the endless start of things?

Is he coming and going from worries?
Is he in a loop of misdirection? And does he know the dimensions of life’s transactions?

Does he know what matters? Is he exchanging his time here for true treasures?
Or has he bought into the lie that he owns real estate in Time’s garden park?

‘Thank you for banking with us’

My fingers move of their accord. Cash in hand, I hold the physical equivalent of my time. I stroll on still lost… in thought trains.

Like, are we living or dying slowly?

And what is breathing if life is lived in beautiful moments?

Why does it come in cycles of the same patterns?

Are we living lives once lived?

…car honk and I remember to find myself.
Here.
On the road home.

Kinda like life, right?


And then, at 12:38 PM, catch a glimpse of what MeerahZoe was saying during the conversation:


This in itself is not a bad thing.
I’m a mental health advocate, and I know that self care is not selfish.
I also understand the human impulse to defend what we feel or are experiencing.

I was actually talking about the often masochistic need we have to hold on to pain even when we know it is crippling.


I have to say, I understood both their stances…but I just wrote on at 1:53 PM, probably with the mind to de-escalate the matter:


Black gems;
– made of what I used to call trash
– make me valuate my answers
– prayers sneaking outta coffins
– studded both my belt and cufflinks

What else?

I didn’t heal when you hugged me
I felt hate from my sulking
But I knew that was not important
I’m glad you haven’t kicked the bucket
Glad you haven’t kicked the bucket

Big wolves leaving bite marks
Farm hands turning lone sharks
My heart used to have cracks
Now it’s powdered like its custard
So I give it up to Father
Me I know he’ll take me farther
Speaking healing past the storm’s parts
Wash my eyes with water God spat


After a bit of silence, probably because I write mouth-shutting stuff, at 3:45 PM, Hanna Azubuike:


Please stop burning my eyes with how one should mourn a loss. You have healed, you have forgotten the pain you went through. Help with the Word if you must say something. Let her fully heal before you share how you mourned yours. You will never understand the closeness either. Let the eyes be dried before you point the picture and the different colors.


And at 5:49 PM, Imani Dokubo finesse with a few words from her beautiful:


Things die quickly when plucked from their source.
Root, the plants source.
God, the believers source.

Regeneration never happens without a source.


At 6:44 PM, the final freestyle of the day was delivered by Cap founder, Ezeonyeka Godswill, an enigmatic leader whose words always clear the air:


Writing is vulnerable. To war with the worlds in your mind so that you can birth words is sacrifice. We bear in our hands bleeding mysteries as we concise conscious constellations into careful captions. We know not all is said but what must have been said. The world wonders at writers not because it cannot produce as they do but because writers learn through the pain of introspection how to transport seedlings of thought across mind so that on the winds of communication the death of a world can find regeneration through the planting of these words.


Enough said; REGENARATE NOW, In the name of Jesus!!


Authors:
Chika St. Davnique
MeerahZoe
The Niel Quchi
Hanna Azubuike
Imani Dokubo
Ezeonyeka Godswill