Spotlight’s on me
I look around
Hoping these eyes
Aren’t staring at me
Suddenly the dress
Mum picked out
Doesn’t feel that
The flowers in my hair
Are falling off, dying
The petals crumble
Colors; white, gold, purple
No one’s staring anymore
But the spotlight’s still on me
I run but the light follows me
I stop and scream
– Let me go! –
I hold up the dress but
It’s in flames
From the hem up,
It turns to ashes
I run into the bathroom
– This is a nightmare –
Lord of the earth, unknowing.
Born Heroes; living victims.
Black Panthers scared shitless.
Superintendents gone puny.
So primitive. So common. Like dirt.
As is the sunrise.
Aye, it doesn’t make him, nor the sunrise,
Any less a miracle; any less a beauty.
“Ye are Gods,” I heard Him say.
Creators, made He you.
But it’s sad.
You only live as pawns on a chessboard.
And you die like mere scum of the earth.
Who knew the hashtag was truth, after all.
Men are scum, indeed.
I mean, you share a last name with Deity!
With Yahweh Himself!
Oh, that you knew thyself!
And, that, to thy sweet self, you be true.
Do not your dreams whisper to you
The destiny of your race?
Do not your superheroes, your folklores, your movies
Point towards mastery?
Does not your genius, your spirit
Nudge you ever so silently
To rule from the top of the rainbow?
To conquer the sky you’ve agreed is your limit?
Who has deceived you?
But no. You’ll read this poem, this call,
And just move on.
The devil is not as smart as you’ve always thought he was. If you don’t believe me, ask him why he couldn’t kill Joseph’s dream and why he killed Jesus the Christ instead of sparing Him. As a matter of fact, he’s very bad at the game of chess; he doesn’t know when to kill and when to spare, very bad.
The devil is also very timid. He depends completely on human beings all the days of his life; if you want to be more tickled, ask the serpent if he’s content living on dust. Man is dust. The devil depends on the information and intelligence of man to carry out his enterprise.
When I say man, I mean regular human beings, those who are still a little longer than the angels.
However, if you are a child of God, then I think you’d want to hear what I am about to say next:
Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt has lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? It is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men- KJV
If I were to use Strong’s concordance to amplify this, look what it would sound like:
Ye are the prudence, the wisdom that the earth depends on but if no one can perceive your counsel because you seem foolishly faithless and clueless as the rest, haven’t you become a huge disappointment? Get ready because you would soon be disdained and contemned.
He made you a preserver, a seasoning for the world. You give life and taste to the world. Recall he’s raised you a king and a priest. Why? Here’s the answer: you have his life in you. He’s translated you from the slavery of sin and death to the kingship of life in him.
You are not just a mere human being with senses to help you live but rather a king to rule, a priest to ordinate so when you get in the mud of life’s issues, you can wriggle out and stand to affirm your desire. You should not be controlled by the system of this place. You are Christ’s ambassador operating with the heavenly system living heaven on earth.
See, the devil, he tries, oh yes really hard but we have got better understanding than to be held captive. Listen, the people the devil is depending on are clueless themselves. Deal shrewdly with them, the world and show them who got the counsel of the Spirit. Do not follow the band wagon of the faithless, those who are not sure about a thing. You’ve got the wisdom of the LORD, child of God. You have more wisdom than Solomon did because Wisdom Himself has made His home in you; He is Jesus the Christ. You know what to do and what to say each time, exercising your authority.
Needless to say, would you like to know one easy way to draw out what you got? Do not ever doubt the Spirit who is one with you in your heart because you are by default setting a legislator. Believe.
The just shall live by faith.
© Philippa and Favour Omeje,
I read an e-book last year and it told me that one good reason to be a writer was that one would quickly become a media darling. I believed it. I am not sure why, but when you consider that most people believe a writer’s words then it isn’t hard to see why I would have been so gullible.
I am a writer, and right now and I feel it impressed on my heart to write an open message, exclusively to writers. If you don’t think of yourself as a writer but still choose to read this, you might love it in the end.
Here is my little message:
Most esteemed writer,
Everyone assumes that you are some kind of authority but we both know that isn’t always true. It doesn’t help though, the way you talk categorically and in absolute terms because apparently, the different flavors and textures of our minds have somehow affirmed that we all have our own truths.
By our very nature, humans are both inquisitive and curious in varying measures hence the hunger to know. This puts a massive weight of responsibility on the one that feeds this hunger, for if we as creative information cooks do not watch the meals we dish, we just might be raising an unhealthy world.
Many a writer would want to shy away from this expectation because it calls to question that meal you are preparing. Do you write what you feel or think? Do you write to give or kill? Do you write because you can or because you should? These questions cross way too many blurred lines, yet we must take sides or never write again. For every time we string words together we present an opinion, we take a side and when the world feasts on it, would you be justified that the world is eating right?
I ask because I am beginning to think that every matter is like a huge elephant and, we are like blind men gripping for a feel of what it is, should be or could be. One comes and traces the dimensions of the tusk and says “aha, an elephant is a curved pipe” while the other feels the sides and says “…an elephant must be a wall” We grope hopelessly for a grasp of what we will stand by and what we will write for. We forget, that we all are blind in our seeing and what we need is eyes if we hope to see the world, not the way we are but how it should be.
We are human too. We have all been affected by negative experiences. But we choose to be positive. We want to contribute the light and love that this world so desperately needs but depending on our wit and perspectives alone will not get us there. We are not authorities, we just have opinions. We must do the study, get other opinions and be well rounded before we roll our thoughts on to a page or stage.
If the truth is what you want to say, then you might as well accept the only one who personifies truth, Jesus. That way, your belief system is founded on a source proven to be reliable since the beginning of time. I have chosen to, and I have also chosen to think that all our sides of the stories put together would someday come together to tell the story of Christ Jesus.
A fellow writer.
Favour Omeje & Ezeonyeka Godswill,
On a certain Thursday morning, I busied myself in the kitchen trying to fix breakfast for the family. I was going to have a somewhat busy day; I had a little long list of things I wanted to check that day. I had heated the rice that had remained the day before, scheduling it for lunch for that Thursday, and I was making some chips of yam for breakfast. Prior to that day, I had discussed with my mum that we were going to have the rice for lunch; as a matter of fact, we had agreed upon that.
So while I worked in the kitchen, my mother went straight to the heated pot of rice sitting on the electric cooker and started to take her breakfast from it. I was taking out my first batch of yam chips from the pan. I didn’t find it funny, I really was furious. I didn’t like anyone ruining my plans. I asked her why she was offending me and she simply ignored me. She went on to help herself with some of the rice. I believe that had made me angry, all the more. However, I made up my mind not to nag about it. So I calmed myself down but that was not before I had given her a piece of my mind; I made it clear that I didn’t like what she had done.
By afternoon, I found my way around the serving of lunch and everyone including herself, had a portion to eat. I also had gone to the market to replenish the home supplies.
When I had returned from the market, my mum asked me to start preparing dinner. That was around 3:00 pm. I was tired and I had some writing to do. I also wanted to pray and read from the Bible all at the same time. So, I shook my head and I told her that I wasn’t going to do as she had instructed because I was tired. After I had rested and done all that I wanted to do, I started making dinner, my dinner preparation started at exactly 5:00 pm that evening.
I’ll cut the story short; I ended up serving dinner as late as 9:00 pm because I didn’t start on time. It was an indigenous dish which typically required a lot of time to prepare. Also, we usually have dinner at my home much earlier than that. What’s more, the dish was made from milled corn and this milled corn had a potential of going sour when kept for too long, my mother had warned me of that earlier. In addition to the fact that the dinner came late, the corn was bad. My mother was not in any way pleased. I had not intended to cause this problem; I felt I had my reasons but she didn’t find it funny. She also didn’t intend to ruin my plans for lunch when she took some of the lunch for breakfast. She tried to explain later; she said that she was really very hungry at the time and didn’t know that I had any batches of chips ready.
Here is my point:
We all fail. We are all bound to step on each other’s toes because no two people are the same and think exactly the same way. We should make room in our hearts for each other’s excesses.
Dear beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather GIVE PLACE UNTO WRATH: for it is written, vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.- Romans 12 vs 19, KJV.
Out of control
Nothing seems whole
Lost sight of the goal
Now stuck at a corner
Sin knows how to cajole
Tongue twist your mind
Makes sure he leaves you blind and weary
Leaves you sailing in his storm
He will always change the norm
But I choose not to conform
I choose to see the calmness in God’s voice and faith in his word
That is my choice
For when trials come, I will always rejoice