Life cannot be lived by one person.
~~~
Daniel ‘Niel’ Achi-kanu
Bottled Thoughts (UC Truth)
I love coca cola products
Ranging from the pretty orange fanta
To the black gaseous coke
and then the sweet watery sprite
Unique in their own distinct taste
Though from the same company,
Even if carried in the same crate
They still wouldn’t mix,
At least not by Osmosis
You would need an opener to unravel the mystery of each sip
You will need to tilt at an angle while you allow the contents fill you up
I know you wonder where I’m headed with all of this
Well I love humans
Each a unique product with their own distinct taste
Though from the same maker
Even if they are from the same family
They still wouldn’t lose themselves,
At least that’s how it should be.
We are quick to blame an external force for making us spew venom
But we fail to realize that we only release what’s been long brewed and screwed tight in us
How screwed up we are: beyond the packaging we use to deliver our, some times, wack contents; gets revealed when we are tilted at an uncomfortable angle
So keep every bitterness in,
Allow anger boil,
Let revenge be preserved to be served at -4 degrees C
These ingredients becoming the you we see
We are all unique in our taste
But we can all be different shades of sweetness
And in the factory of our minds we work on all bad nutrients
For only then, would we, like coca cola
Deliver awesome products, and not the hate we have long had bottled up.
You heard it from me!
Hey there, my name is Favour Omeje and I write.
I have known the joys of writing especially wielding my pen to summon words together to tell the love story of ‘the Word’=Christ.
Writing has been to me like lending readers shoes to walk back and forth time to experience what good things, I have experienced in Christ; simply put, writing has become like a kiss and tell story.
Soon enough, I got signed up to the Christ A Poet team where I was given a loud voice to express my Christian experience. It was there that I took a dip in excellence and team spirit. Christ A Poet Team provided different platforms for people like me who love to read and write to gain writing prowess while telling the Lord’s story in diverse translations. One of such platforms is the Freestyle Friday.
Freestyle Friday is boundless needless to say.
This is how we do it:
We gather virtually on our social media platforms where a theme is dished out; then we all do justice to it using the different forms of literature available to man.
This time, we want you to share in the experience that we have enjoyed exclusively as team mates for years and you don’t have to be committed to us to enjoy this.
Just follow the link and request entry!
Do you love to read?
What about write?
Then you don’t want to miss this fun. You can take my word for it!
Favour Omeje
For: The Christ A Poet Team
Everyday Jesus Wants Us to Consider Real Issues
Not too recently, a lot of Christians were arguing about a certain gospel artiste who collaborated with a secular artiste. I was carried away and joined the argument.
After some reflection, I realized that things like this are distractions for Christians. We forget the real issues and put all our hearts and minds in trivial matters.
We need to give our all to what is most important.
I’m referring to one of the last words of Jesus before He left this earth. Matt 28:19-20.
Making disciples of all men by preaching the gospel to all. This is our primary assignment as Christians. There’s no unity among Christians these days. We are one in Christ. We engage in unnecessary arguments about things that don’t matter. What unbeliever would want to get caught up in all that? Let’s try as much as possible to avoid these things and face the real issues!
By Ifejesu Adewunmi, 2017
Everyday Jesus Wants You to Stand Out
They always say to my itching ears,
“if you can’t
Beat them,
Join them”
As though joining them is all that matters…
So, I join them, and behave like Romans
Since I’m in Rome…
Then preach on Sundays,
“Do not conform to this world”
I mean…
What exactly is not conforming?
Is it reforming the habits that I’m constantly surrounded with
Or performing the duties, lust of the eyes,
Pride of life, envy and strife doles out to me?
What exactly is corn forming?
Is it to say no to the troubles that standing out brings or what?
I look through the curtain of principles
I
Was raised
With,
And all that I see is a world upended.
To tell a lie and get to the limelight,
Seems to be the cheapest flight
Ticket to greatness.
To slay myself on the alter of the world
As a slay queen, looks like the easiest way to be part of the trendy millions
Who flout their nakedness on social media
To enter competition where my talent is showcased to the glory
Of one whom I was told once coveted His glory
Seems to promote me as a good actor,
I see it not as a factor that is
Corroding people’s view of my stand with him.
I hear melodies
That ends up infecting my soul with maladies;
MAL-IDS
I stand before the world representing one
While in my heart I represent the other.
I live as a bunch of falsehood
Just like everyone else.
I live my life as light hidden under the bushel,
The hill crying to have my presence
Where am meant to stand out
©Symolean
Everyday Jesus’s Unconditional Love
I thought it was one sided
There was just so much love
How someone can show this much affection
To us, people who are a mile short of perfection
Our shortcoming, so many overlooked
His sure coming, makes many overly spooked
Given life everyday like a daily miracle
Battles won for us against deities and oracles
We do so much as little, nothing, maybe little
Like a babe yet to be weaned
We ask so much, even things we don’t need
But all we need do is ask, end of story!
He supplies according to his riches in glory.
Only trials we can overcome, He maybe lets
Its like learning to drive but with safety nets
Simply obliged to give him praise
Almost nothing in return, what amazing grace!
I guess I can say its unconditional love
We can’t help it
We can’t help but accept it
It seemed like it was one sided
Like He asked me out, and I haven’t decided
Like love unrequited
But its clear now, maybe it is
God is love, God’swill
If he doesn’t do all this for me,
Who will?
©Erudite
What Everyday Jesus taught me Through Nature
I flew like a feather through
Life; sniffing beauty I rarely believed to be true.
I kiss the nectars cooped between whorls of silk
Pick grains your father, my creator, spreads for me…
I work hard
Though I don’t enslave myself doing things the things
He never wished I do.
Am the birds of the field.
I could be a varying shade of scents and nectars,
I could be a scene your eyes would race through for hectares.
Your father, my creator, clothes me,
But I draw up water for myself.
If I fail,
I’d wither.
Mr Word Spreader,
May I call you Tse-tse story;
You claim promises but make a mockery of conditions.
Wake up and come to my hills and
Your eyes will behold my mansions,
The food I gather in your wasteful days;
I Have a barn,
I have no farm.
I follow your road map.
I.work.hard.
Maybe Mr Ant is the name you know.
©Symolean
Everyday Jesus:So I’m a christian
“I’m a christian” I’ve for long being one
I’m a Christian, it’s become a tradition
An audition to find a place to fit in.
“I’m a christian” it doesn’t seem so unique anymore
More like the movie ” Ben ten” everyone has a story to tell
A beautiful tale to relate with
Because it sounds so evenly
And no more heavenly.
And daily these words as become a regular routine
But wise is the words that says” many are called, but few are chosen”
My question is when will this chain be loosen
Because christ has risen
And this poor ideology ” way of pretence” has been broken
” we are christians” yet we swim in the pool of sin
” we are christians” yet we live to be seen
And not for the glory of the one that has called to be human beings
We are dwelling in the evil things
And truth is lacking
Yet we clamouring to be root of perfection.
“I’m a christian” I read my bible and do it right
Yet you found wanting
Barely, you shine your light
Obviously, people still see you fight
You are locked into the prison of self
And fed with poison of ignorance
Slowly, slowly you go
And near death without a good tale to tell
But just ” I’m a christian”
By Toluthealchemist.
(c) 2017
