Christ is the token
Of love freely given
To all even.
So the moment you
Collect you escape
Torment for life.
Ebubechi
© 2022
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My Shepherd
It’s in His nature to provide for me even when I don’t know what I want.
He feeds me with goodness and floods peace to my soul.
By His name, He restores me to sight each time I lag.
Even though I walk through hot coals with bare feet unending, He swallows up my fears in comfort with healing and gifts in His bosom.
He sets me up for royal treats in the darkest storms and redeems me with the outpour of his spirit and an overdose of merriness and joy.
Surely goodness and mercy follow me forever as I am now a host of His eternal spirit and life.
As the years draw nigh
With love shining in many forms
Like a rose among the thorns
I have come to understand and believe that everything written in the 23rd Psalm seized to be my responsibility the day I said YES to Him, my good Shepherd.
Imani Dokubo
(C) 2022
THE GAY MISCONCEPTION
A societal conditioning
It is routine for the ‘boys’ to take turns in getting the bill after each hang out. Today, Ugonna got the bill and after the jabs and hearty humorous perks, it was time to go home. As they got up to leave, Arinze with a smirk placed his hands on Ugonna’s shoulder and said, ‘Thanks dear’.
‘God punish you there’, said Ugonna violently shrugging off his hand.
The rest of the group exploded in hysterical laughter including Arinze. Ugonna joined in almost immediately. There was a silent understanding of what just transpired.
Something similar happened some time ago at work. My colleague and I noticed two guys holding hands. We fixated on their hands waiting for them to unlock their grip in time for us to conclude it is usual but they didn’t indulge our expectation.
‘I thought guys don’t hold hands for too long’, my colleague whispered.
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The Lord’s Prayer
My Father who art in heaven
Heaven your abode
Hallowed be thy name
Name above every other
Thine kingdom come
Kingdom of righteousness, justice and peace
Thine will be done on earth
Earth -my nation, my sphere, my life
As it in heaven
Heaven on earth I long to know
Give us this day our daily bread
For bread is now am expensive food
And forgive us our trespasses
Trespasses of japa- ing from your instructions
As we forgive those who trespass against us
By your grace we can
Lead us not into temptation
Temptations of compromise from your will
But deliver us from evil
Evil that lurks around within us
For thine is the kingdom
This very Kingdom
The power and the glory
Glory to reign and rule
Forever and ever
Ever till eternity
Amen!
Oraegbu Philipa Ada
©2022
Where Opportunity was
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 the a freestyle session. Each freestyle session is given a topic for the poems to address.
It is no secret that as artists, freestyling helps us become more adept with the delivery of our artforms.A fine artist freestyling can grow to the point that he quickly waves a masterpiece from his brushes at a speed that would be considered humanly impossible. Same goes for the rapper and the actor.
Practice makes perfect? No, Practice makes you better and better until you become a trusted source for consistent excellence.
On today’s episode of ChristaPoet Freestyle Sessions, we take a figurative trip to the 14th of May, 2021. The topic on ground was “Opportunity Spots”; not one of my best topics, I admit. It seemed a little difficult, at first, to articulate what the topic meant. Normally, I have to freestyle first since I choose the topics. Personally, I think that it only clears the air about what that topic is supposed to mean.
Here I am, 1:23pm:
I’m talking ’bout places today
Yeah I took some time off to play
Iz norh like I have much to say
But as a philosopher, lemme astonish ya with an idea of a pay day
What if I never met Pearl?
Chances are no Daniella
Fast forward no Penspeak
No Sioné no Janette_ikz
Oh I wonder ’bout my writing
Would I know to do the right thing?
This CaP team capped me sharply;
Showed me some of what I might be
Gave me stages, pictures, guyses
Christrospective devices
Opportunity spots
Him in what he is not
Let the energy blot
Opportunity spots
Row the both of your boats
Down the streams and the clout
So I asked him, do you wanna be taught the Word?
We don’t do it because we’re bored
A man’s life is to fear the Lord
There is little he can’t afford
And at 1:32pm, I continued. If you are the kinda person that does not like long pieces of literature…:
He said his name and I said mine
I gave him food, and free of charge
I washed his feet, it was the time
He repeated what he learnt, showed he understands
So I asked him, do you wanna be taught the Word?
We don’t do it because we’re bored
A man’s life is just to fear the Lord
There is little he can’t afford
But I found there’s things to give,
Use the weapons from that and this
Pray, teach and Xender things
Opportunity spots un-missed
I’m talking ’bout places today
Yeah I took some time off to play
Iz norh like I have much to say
But as a philosopher, lemme astonish ya with an idea of a pay day
Opportunity spots
Him in what he is not
Let the energy blot
Opportunity spots
Row the both of your boats
Down the streams and the clout
And it would seem that the 13th hour was an awakening one for more than me, because Ezeonyeka Godswill came through with a 1:35pm spurt:
Opportunity is a funny thing
How it sneaks in disguised
Intent on being missed
Opportunity costs nothing
But the attention of a keen eye
Yet it is anything but cheap
Opportunity spots on any scene
Many a man has had a slice
It’s your decision to seize it
Yes,it would seem that Godswill simply wrote on “Opportunity Costs” rather than “Opportunity Spots”. But the goddess of Cap, Chika St. Davnique delivered a spurt at 4:52pm:
Deep down in my heart, I’m a vinyl music, slow jazz music listening, candlelight slow dancing…
Play me a tune of dreams
Romantic and sweet
I promise I’ll lose my shoes
I swear I’ll forget to close the gates to my heart
I think I’ll sing the twinkle of that moment forever
If only you were attentive enough to spot the opportunity.
Deep down in my head, I’m the indefatigable crazy, would-you-drink-me-the-stars-and-shine-brighter romantic.
Sit oblivious of the rain and stare
but more importantly, talk
About everything and nothing
Glean insight from our blind spots
Lie to me and say; “we’re different”
Even when we know, come trouble, we’ll crumble
And it wouldn’t be because we weren’t strong enough.
I feel I’ll bottle the agony in a glance
Scars are always opportunities if only you can spot them.
I’m tired now, floating away.
Head and heart spent.
I spot even now, an opportunity to rest
In the knowledge that He knows His goofy-head, hopeless-to-stupor-romantic-Cinderella-baby-girl.
So it’s off to sucking thumbs.
Ah!
Who writes like this?!
I know that the world is full of wonders but these people still surprise me. The ability to wrap a few unrelated words together to paint meaning beyond the implications of the words themselves…that’s poetry folks.
Up next is Eremi, at 6:49pm, with a bit more class than foreseen:
*Grammar class*
Teacher says
“Learn to place your full stops
At the right spot
Else your statements will be senseless and full-ish”
*Puberty class*
Adults say
Don’t pop those zits
They’ll leave dark spots
Would you rather your face be awful and spot-ish?
*Life class*
If your syntax is right
You’ll definitely know
When there’s need for a full stop
Only Fools stop before wisdom’s gate
If you spot some amazing spots
Make it full with your essence
And whether or not you break open those zits
Don’t forget growing is more than aesthetics
The process could alter form
But the result is worth it.
Don’t let that moment you so desire slip away
Because you consider yourself a fool who sleeps away
Wake up! and fill that spot
Even when it is full
Don’t stop
Enter the palace of wisdom
Be the process and the result.
And I think she most embodied the Spirit of the topic. That’s Eremi for you. Its easy to get carried away by your disposition, as a person, instead of your mission as an artist; and this is where “being a professional” comes in. We each have to recognize the difference between casual moments and opportunity spots.
I dropped the last spurt of poetry at 7:05pm:
Shoulders can neck when they know where I’m headed
Opportunity spots washed away by the tangent
Butter, Jam or Bama, the colour is that I red it
Straightening for Heaven every soul that was Hell bent
I rid myself of dullness by sharpening like a Katana
Very few peeps can come call me their father
Odim on to Lekki, my Baby told me, “Lotanna!”
Freestyle-reading freestyles, you know the plan, Ma
PS: I love to make real life, albeit strange, references in my poetry.
I believe that if you had read any of these poems on their own, you would get a part of the picture. Now you see them together, I think it’s a more wholesome picture. Tell us what you think, and see you next time.
Authors:
Ezeonyeka Godswill
Niel Quchi
Eremi
Chika St. Davnique
A workbook of God discussions (ctd.)
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 the a freestyle session. Each freestyle session is given a topic for the poems to address.
And to round up the poems from the 30th of April 2021, when the topic was “How to pray”, here are poems from the last six hours of the day. Hanna Azubuike came on stage at 6:05 PM, and she said:
Father, it’s me again
I really need your ears
I’m really in pain
I’ve waited for your audience
I really need a change
I’ve gone weary with my efforts
I really need your comfort
My strength has been drained
I really need you
Turn my life around
Make a boomerang
Pump in your grace
And I will bounce back
If you don’t tickle me
I won’t be tickled
If you don’t rescue me
I won’t like victory
I’m tired of this stagnation
I’m revolting within me
My spirit is pretty uncomfortable
I’m warring with myself
My mind is perplexed
Come to my rescue
My help comes from you
Let my ears hear good news
Let my eyes see good views
Let my hands handle good tidings
Let my mouth witness good things
It’s been a long time coming
This is one manner in which I pray
Personally, I feel; like she was just showing off. That passion of a heartfelt wail is not so kneeling in the spurt. It sparks through rather than floods. But she does ok, all devices considered. Her resignation glows.
It was after an hour and eighteen minutes, at 7:23 PM that Princess Pirinye. For those of you who have experienced Pirinye before, you can recognize the consistency in her voice. She is still our royal dynamo, never failing to twist. You who are new to her, please meet Princess Pirinye:
*Hello Dad*
Well, I don’t need to ponder on the words to use
I don’t need to pick them out, before they are misused
I don’t need to know how to construct my sentence and place my tenses
What’s the essence?
I say “Hello Dad” and I’m given so much preference
Everything suddenly freezes
His attention he releases
I’m overwhelmed by how he listens to my request
Giving no excuses, he addresses my distress
“Hello Dad” brings the whole victory.
Princess Pirinye
Freestyle Friday
Yep, and she signs her name. And that is super helpful because, the guys who used to edit this later (me), would need to add that. So adding it for them, she’s an angel.
Coming through at 9:42 PM, was the tie and dye jedi, founder of Surprano Art and Clothing, Prince Adeleye Olaoye with “a lot has changed…”:
A lot has changed since my knees dialled your line,
Then, I had no clogs in my mind,
And I knew what I wanted
I was alien to distraction,
My lungs weren’t polluted with doubts,
“Bless and provide for Parents so that they can buy me bicycle “
These words were always spoken in confidence
With my hands clutched to my chest;
My knees dialling God’s line
A lot has changed since then,
My feelings now live in a dry land,
And thoughts are hard to find there,
And when I find words to draw from my well,
It’s not good enough to be served before You,
How do I sieve out prayers from the debris clogging my mind,
How do I stay still when I have so much to let out
But can’t find words to convey them,
Only tears flooding my facing,
For how long will my pillow endure these pains?
When will my tears water my prayers?
When will my eyes watch my desires grow into reality?
When will these little droplets of words,
Mumbled in my heart carry enough mustard seeds,
To move mountains I see before me
Have I been dialling the wrong line?
Dear Lord, I ask for nothing more
Than to teach me how to pray
I can’t stay still again,
Speak now or I keep dialing your line the best way I know how to!
Hmm…Very sober
Very serious
Very middle of the night
But just then, at 11:17 PM, the goddess in CaP, Chika St. Davnique purred poetry her exotic poetry across our screens:
Our Father,
Who seats in the council of constellations
And drinks cocktails of volcanoes
Hallowed be thy name,
Olodumare-baddest, Agidigba-finest, Keeper of my robe, Lifter of my head, and God of gods. Olowgbogboro, I evolve in pursuit of your words.
Thy kingdom come,
With righteousness as rain. Rein captivity
And over the lawless King reign.
Teach brother Nebuchadnezzar
That Lions eat grass when they try to wrestle with God.
Thy will be done…
In this earthen vessel that is me
My life a mirror of your divine intentions
Picture perfect, bright as your thoughts.
Give me this day my daily peace,
For bread isn’t as filling
Echezona, that my frame is frail
I am shamelessly needing your mercy, daily
And when all is said and done,
Crown my tomorrows in beauty
For thine is the kingdom
The best part of uncertain tomorrows
Amen. Did you have to wake up from that too? So much “Nigerian pentecostal” vibes
This is the same person who, in A WORKBOOK OF GOD DISCUSSIONS, acted like she was not praying on purpose. Shey, I told you guys.
Four minutes to the next day, at 11:56 PM…
It happens to me where I find myself at a few minutes to 12am, and I write fast to try and get in a good number of poems before it’s 12. The finality at the end of Xhika’s piece, like she thought that no one would write after her.
But here is Adeleye Olaoye, four minutes to the next day, at 11:56 PM:
I don’t know how death feels like,
I have not even had a taste of it,
It once walked past me,
And that day, I lost my uncle,
And I was still very much young
But now, every day I am being reminded,
That the grim reaper will come knocking,
Snatching my loved ones away from me,
And I am left helpless,
I do not know how to pray or what to pray for,
When these feelings come,
But one thing I am sure of,
Is What His words say,
I will chew on them,
Till I know how to pray
Selah!
I believe that if you had read any of these poems on their own, you would get a part of the picture. Now you see them together, I think it’s a more wholesome picture. Tell us what you think, and see you next time.
Authors:
Hanna Azubuike
Princess Pirinye
Adeleye Olaoye
Chika St. Davnique
A workbook of God discussions
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 the a freestyle session. Each freestyle session is given a topic for the poems to address.
Last week, I showed you freestyles from the months of April and March. It is time therefore to advance to the month of May. But may I yet indulge you with poetry from the last day of the month of April. April 30th saw some really great poetry.
We begin at Nonso John, 12:11pm in the afternoon:
I pray.
Let the words of my mouth.
And the meditations of my heart.
Be acceptable in your sight.
Oh Lord.
And when I come on the edge
Of every of life’s precipices.
And take the plunge into decisions
Let my Falcon find his Winter Soldier.
I pray.
That the tears of my eyes.
And the trepidations of my heart.
Find me, and find me still, in you.
Oh Lord.
Sometimes I forget to begin a freestyle session and everyone carries on like it’s a Wednesday and not a Friday. But sometimes, like this particular day, the poetry starts ahead of the giving of a topic.
Speaking of the topic, the topic this time was “How to pray”. Nonso, however, didn’t know any of that. He just wrote, and at 12:36pm, he wrote again:
Give to a fish, man.
And he’ll soon need another.
But teach a fish to man.
And you’ve manned him forever.
And this fish will grow balls.
Big, strong, hairy ones.
The heart of a lion.
And the will of a Warrior.
Teach a pauper to paup
And he’ll Jabez all his life.
But give a crown to a King.
Bend the knee.
Teach a Seminarian to “amen.”
And his palms will always kiss.
His lips whisper benedictions.
Knees chaffed from petinence.
But teach an infant to faith.
To Abba, and to Kadosh.
Bring him truth in all its glory.
Watch the sun bow to him.
Ten minutes later, Funke came through with:
Enter his gates with boldness & thanksgiving
Let go of all these misgivings
With praises -hands raising
Acknowledge His sovereignty
That is how to Pray!
Take your guilt to the cross
Leave the burden on your source
Confess your sins, let His blood erase
He knows about them anyways…
Acknowledge He knows all…Yes He does
This is how to Pray
Forgive, if you were offended
So your prayers don’t get hindered
Though hard, let Grace prevail
The light of Christ passing through your heart’s veil
Your petitions afterwards present!
This is how to Pray
Well the list is inexhaustible
For scriptures exists-so irresistible
Saints of old also echo their tales
Telling us how to Pray!
So while I wait for Nepa’s light
Saying No to sweat this Friday night
Abeg add my prayer to yours till I hear
UP NEPA!
This is how to Pray!
It’s the brightly colored writing style for me. She managed to read just like a psalm would. The anachronism is the NEPA there. That’s pretty Naija.
When those of us who have read UC Truth
saw “UC is typing”, our excitement was evident. Here he is, at 12:47pm:
How to pray I know not
Maybe it is because I don’t have a rule of approach
I just go when he says come
So I come
how I Am
said I should
I set my eyes on him
and then I rise like the sun when it’s dawn
when I’m done
Which is never
Cos I pray whenever
Wherever I am
For I Am is there wherever
Whenever I pray
I Am is there whenever
Wherever I pray
Boldly I do
speaking normally like I do
When I say how I feel to the ones I do, to.
And if saline fluid escape my eyes
I let them
just like he lets me breathe
I let them too, one then two
Until I have cried him a river
same one he lets bubble inside
and then the water breaks
And I put to bed
whatever it is that bid me come
happy or sad
I lay them all there, stripped
naked, at his feet
whipped beyond recognition
Tongues and tongues lashing
till only one tongue is left laughing
So how to pray I know not
I just come and be me
with He
Who said
Come!
So, tell me; how did that feel?
For me it felt like he was replying to the question of how to pray in an anguished, passionate groan. Well, that’s UC-sensei for you.
It is important to recognize that these different replies basically represent different prayers to God, and then there are the replies. At 1:50 PM, Tochukwu came through with his own entry:
Convo with my dad?
With all sense of respect yet so informal
With calmness in my voice but not of fear
With a knowing that he really is listening even if he’s looking at a newspaper while I blab
I don’t need to call him big names to get him to do my bidding
The name ‘Daddy’ is more than enough
Reserved only for his offsprings
I just come because I’m his child and his responsibility.
With no sense of terms and conditions applied
He took a 27 minute breath and then he continued:
A quick one…#PettyFuse
For Christ’s sake, do we really need to raise our voice at him while having a convo?
The answer is obvious
It’s a two person conversation and the other ain’t hearing impaired
What’s with the ‘raise your voice’ and ‘I can’t hear you’ everytime we gather to communicate.
Like I was talking to you before…
Seems the amplitude of the sound increases the efficacy of its ascendance.
Without the gyration, the communication is not effective ’cause the angels on duty do not receive enough kinetic energy to be excited from one level/realm to the other realm carrying our requests with them.
Word!
Did I say we should not freely express ourselves as we please while praying?
Did I?
I just asked why there’s a need to induce persons to increase their volume when obviously they ain’t talking to me
And to think that the person they’re communicating with is closer than their breathing breathe
Maybe it’s more spiritual to ‘ratata…’ in high tones than in soft tunes
And such are the Poets in our team. The fluidity and freedom of language…you should try it, if you haven’t. Meanwhile,something was brewing.
Amongst us in CaP,there are those with a blinding dexterity to their techniques. But that is one of the things that you learn with us – YOU ARE AN IRREPLACEABLY UNIQUE VOICE.
So even when you feel like there is no point trying because you will never surpass so and so? Everyone feels like that at some point. However, everyone didn’t live in that feeling. There is a time for everyone,but you must grow daily, in order to be ready for that moment.
But some are born ready.
At 5:09PM, Hanna stated categorically:
“I’m ANGRY‼️”
But that would be disrespectful
How can 24 elders be angry at me at the same time?
So I tiptoe into Abba’s parlor
Mumbles some words while
He discusses with them about the state of the world and all the big things happening somewhere in the middle east.
Each day comes like the previous day and I do my rituals, mumbling pale nothingness into the blue skies in hope that I’d be asked “what did you say?”
Who knows, may be courage would find a platform on my tongue to vent all the molten magma boiling within
Sometimes a stare from Abba at me…
But wait…
Is he really looking at me or at my sibling who is speaking loud into my ears like I have the answers to her prayers?
Some days silence is what he had for breakfast, no incense of any kind.
Yes,I was shocked to see myself awake
Anyway, what is there to gain?
Moments where I needed to divide the hours, sorry elders into two and tell him of the impending dangers he’s already aware of.
But I just sigh and he nods in the midst of their conversations like he heard me.
And yes, a day came when I finally did say those first words
He looked at me without surprise but with the look that was satisfied after much longing , the desire to hear what I had just said.
And that was it!
The rest is his story because a conversation almost always involves two lives.
First, I’m like, Who is angry?
Then I get sucked into her artful contemplation. She’s just writing what she is thinking and seeing in her mind’s eye, as she prays.
Let it be said,clearly.
This is a compilation of prayers that were supposed to be poems about “How to pray.”
5:55 PM
Chika St. Davnique:
Dear Dad,
I’m struggling to understand it
How do you stay still?
Storms roar and you’re the eye
Silent like the tears on Hannah’s cheeks.
How do you stay still?
How does a mother watch her child die?
I struggle to grasp the difference
the disparity between a God who is good and allows crushing.
How?
Maybe teach me to pray?
Maybe help it all make sense?
Maybe stay still and just sit
Here.
Now.
Maybe…
Shey you see this one…?
She just ups and pretends she doesnt know she is praying, just to illustrate a person who doesn’t know they are praying. The goddessness of the notion, leaves you wondering…
Does she know she is praying?
Does she often pray this prayer?
Then it dawns on me. We all do.
Ini Brown probably waltzed into group chat and went straight for the fridge. He dropped this one at 6:04 PM:
How to pray?
ok, how about,
give me give me give me give me give me give me.
oh and my name is Ini.
Many times we are blinded by personal needs,
often seeking harvest from personal seeds ,
salt of the Earth, the world is a pot of problems, but you’re not our cup of tea.
how about the next time I try to, pray I don’t pray about me.
Where is my laughing-hard emoji?
I believe that if you had read any of these poems on their own, you would get a part of the picture. Now you see them together, I think it’s a more wholesome picture. Tell us what you think, and see you next time.
Authors:
Nonso John
Chika St. Davnique
TC
Olufunke Ajegbomogun
Ini Brown
UC Truth
Chasing Shadows
Men search all their lives for what has been right in front of them.
Trashing gold and chasing Shadows
Could it be the difference in font sizes making their mind choose superiority over relevance?
How shallow can man’s mind be???
A desperate quest for a test not given detesting all it has been equipped with.
Ohhh……comparison, man’s self constructed blind fold kidnaps him to a dump where pumps no longer make sense until it releases a shrieking sound like that of Ngozi.
Forgetting Zee sounds in no way like Y neither does it come before it but leaves words incomplete with it’s absence.
My heart can’t cry more than the king of Glory’s as he hands another years waited mantle to handle.
If you don’t handle that mic it will be given to another.
If you don’t start speaking now another is right behind you to take over
If you don’t start and see less of how imperfect you may sound and focus on strength from Calvary nothing will vary when another takes your place.
Start!!!
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