We have the original Waywright

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June 17th, 2021,

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.

This is one of those that freetyling started the day before. The itch to scribble was incessant and spontaneous. A day before the 18th, at 9:40 AM, TC wrote:

I never knew what life was

I thought I knew
Help me live this life
That you’ve given me
Like a child who has never lived mortal life
This life you’ve given me
Is weaning me from my milk diet
The only life I’ve ever known

I never knew what life was
I thought I knew
Till you gave me one
And everything tasted better
Like my taste buds were made for this
Now, I’m like the child Oliver twist
needing more and can’t seem to get enough
You make life make sense

I want some more
Now I know better coz this tastes alot better
Going back to my former diet
Tastes like death
I need you coz you’ve got the recipe
To this dish, called life
And I like the way you dish it out

Freely, in abundance

But this was before I unveiled the topic: Way maker. Tell us, do you think he wrote in alignment?

At 7:08 AM, Zoe Ziva wrote in:

The One who makes a way without bricks nor sand

Stepped right into me and gave me the same ability
So I stand before the water and tell it to part

Stand before the rock and water responds.

The way is no longer a question
The maker is the same
We know who He is
J.E.S.U.S The Christ, living in our hearts.

But TC wasn’t done. He came at 7:24 AM: .

..light in the darkness
That is who you’re
Path-paving on the highways of redsea
Layer of asphalt on the sea of galilee
Builder of ramps with the high walls of jericho
Taken up to flight on heavens airways
No need for doors, walking through walls is the norm.

*continues morning devotion

Very amusing…he gave us a glimpse into what he was doing. You can then almost picture his mind’s perspective. At 9:07 AM Godswill chimed in and said his piece:

I have thought so long and written much
About Peter feet-skating on storms
I can’t fathom that what was required was a word

My awe at the wonder that is Jesus
Stems from the multiplicity of manifestation
To an ever consistent identity of awesome

How he chisels pathways of peace on my stony heart
How he calls me out on faith courses with his thorough word so sure
And just like sinking Peter, I don’t regret walking with the waymaker

Sometimes, poets write exactly what you want to read.

9:35 AM, I wrote into the fray:

WayMaker

Caretaker, building me to window I preached and then I am stoned
Chairmen sit, they’re bored of directors but I am throned
Made king to serve in Church, right where I was shown
The seed to sow to grow and be grown
And all this was impossible

I sit elected by the grace you have to celebrate
He overdosed me with the same, the G.OD innate
And I could have died
Because I lied when I said I can make the heights
Pawn I be too, I need the hand of God to fight

WayMaker
DayMaker
Chain breaker
DeathSlayer
TimeKeeper and TimeHolder
The start and Finish

I guess it’s Sapa and a demon wey dey lie give us
Guides and Maps are found in Christ wey you carry give us

I think my lines were more amusing than profound, although no one was so lacking in profundity.

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:
TC
Niel Quchi
Zoe Ziva
Ezeonyeka Godswill

THE MOST IMPORTANT EVERYTHING

February 14, 2022February 12, 2022Leave a comment

Do you ever get the feeling that you have been lied to?

I think many people especially feel this way when they are convinced of the promise in the pursuit of some goal, only to find out that there is more than meets the eye. Let me tell you a story.

The year I would get into secondary school, my parents had a wild idea to put me in boarding schools with my brothers and sisters. I say it was a wild idea because, at the time, that should have been frightening to a boy my age. I think the only reason my parents even considered the idea was because I was going to the same school as my elder brother and sister.

When they asked my opinion, I was absolutely elated to go, which I can imagine was surprising. You see, my brother had done some background work of convincing me with the age-old scam of “you can do whatever you like”.

I say it is a scam because while it had some truth to it, there was definitely more to that story than he let on. So, when the other parts began to unfold, I felt scammed.

In retrospect, I do not think my brother was trying to be malicious in his description of what being in a boarding school would be like. In fact, he was correct because to date, my ability to adapt to any context I have found myself in is largely credited to my boarding school days. So yeah, I did have the freedom to do whatever I liked but this freedom came with varying degrees of expressions and consequences.

The thing my brother was trying to achieve was to point my eyes to the most important thing or most attractive thing about boarding school.

So, while he may have not been trying to swindle me, I made the mistake of misinterpreting his information from the most important thing to the most important everything.

I find this is common with us as humans. As we travel through the most visually driven age of time, we tend to look at those shining bright ahead of us and we spot what we reckon is the most important thing and falsely tell ourselves that it is all we need to be like them. We assume that if this is the focal point of their success, it must be the entirety of what their life entails.

As you read this, you might plead guilty to this crime or not. Still, I want to provide one more important expression of this interesting subject: Marriage.

All you need is love. Popular? True? Or not?

Writing this as a single person, I have come across too many adults that have taken this popular phrase from the most important thing to the most important everything.

Love is essentially the central focus but to think that you can survive a marriage with just love would be setting yourself up for a great disappointment. You are going to need trust, lots of discipline, forgiveness, resourcefulness and so much more.

Someone might argue that love is supposed to encompass these qualities. To that, I would say most people can forgive and be hospitable to people they wouldn’t want to go home to every day. I should mention quite clearly that I do think love is by far the most important thing but without every other thing, it can falter.

My pastor said this quite succinctly; most couples that go through divorce still love each other but they go their separate ways because they don’t know how to live together.

Now that we have explored these examples, here is my suggestion; Get the full information.

Knowing the most important thing is great but knowing that everything is important is better. You are creating a blind spot when you ignore the process of learning.

It is important to note that I do not think you will get all the information you need before any decision or taking any step. In fact, I think you will always have blind spots, but I believe you can be intentional about avoiding as many blind spots as you can. You will be doing yourself a huge favour.

To conclude this article, I would like to highlight one of the saddest expressions of this flaw. Many people have been sold on the idea that our Christian faith is predicated on God’s love. While this is the most important thing, it is not all there is to it. Here is a bible verse to help us.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)

Many know this verse but they make the mistake of taking note of only the most important thing which is indeed love.

If you read the entire verse you will notice that Paul does not discount the place of faith and hope. These are not love but they are also pivotal to having an effective Christian life.

There is even more to the Christian life, but I hope this example helps you understand that every part of our Christianity is important and should be paid attention to.

This way, when you face persecution, (which is also part of our faith) you can be well prepared.

Pastor Mike Todd said, the blows of life that tend to knock you out are the ones you don’t expect. I hope this article helps you to double back and learn to learn all there is to learn. It is a wise way to live.

EZEONYEKA GODSWILL

Vital sines

February 11, 2022July 30, 2022Leave a comment

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.

So, still on Vital signs, which was where we stopped yesterday, I told you I’d be back today with the rest and here I am.

TC came in 9:02 AM:

*Vital signs*

If its of utmost important
Then I need to know
If it’s needed by my body to keep on living
Then I need to know
What’s this maintenance I hear of that is invigorating to life
I need to know

I hear of signs that provides
critical information about my mortality
Pulse rate checked
Respiratory rate checked
Body temperature checked
Blood pressure checked

Result says body is still fit to eat more red meat
But I’m still concerned
How does one check the inner man’s vitals?
I need to know

Yes and then Eremi came through, at 10:31 AM:

I ain’t a doctor ‘Niel
How am I going to get this nailed?

Body Temperature!
Sizzling Hot
Like a girl on fire
Burning down
Every thought
that thinks it’s higher than God’s love
I burn for God,
Rather He burns for me
Through me
As light and warmth
To a dark and cold world
And like the burning bush
I still ain’t consumed

Pulse Rate!
I dunno how this rates
I can’t even remember my dates
But I know there are days it’s faster
Days when I rage like Jonah
Or when like David I charge for Goliath’s head
Or when I feel so in love like Solomon that
I can’t control my beats
There are days when it’s slower
Those days when I hear
Peace! Be still
In other words
Be still and know that I am God.

Breathing!
In and out!
How many times now
It has become as one
The abundance of love as air
So present everyday that it’s ignored
Some abuse it
Some use it to violate others
Some don’t even know it’s there
Only unconsciously drawing
In and out
Nostrils as pencils
I choose to be aware
Of it’s invincibility albeit seems invisible
So I’ll consciously breathe
Knowing love is what I take in
And love is what I should bring out

Blood Pressure!
Little dudes called cells celebrate
Running here and there with platelets
All within the connecting tunnels- arteries and veins
They all seem to know why they celebrate
Unbeknown to the one they celebrate
Life! from the rates that dates back to when we were first celebrated
Life from a pulsating heart
But soon enough they get tired
So He who makes them excited
Provides another solution asides nature
Eternal life!
Revitalized by his broken body
And by His blood
Life unending
With cells never tiring
Having no plans to retire
An exchange that outlives time
That is the pleasure of this blood.
That now flows in me

Vital signs checked!

I believe that if you had read atny 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.

Vital Signs

February 10, 2022February 10, 20221 Comment

June, 11, 2021,

12:39 PM

nielquchi: #freestylefriday

So I announced the topic at 1:16 PM. But the day had begun a little earlier, links posted from an Instagram post and a medium article.

Topic : Vital Signs

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.

I started this particular bout at 3:32 PM with this:

So today I’m
Searching online
For a chic – perfect woman
For a big plan
What I found:
VP of Nigeria’s name is not Osibanjo
First aero doctor is Ola Brown?
And yet Seun Kuti calls here a concentration camp
I already forgot the role of O. Lawal

But my eyes protest by closing
They’re longing for my closing
They want to sleep a dose indeed
I told them growth is what I really need

Vital signs tell me Quchi you’re an Acer
HP for health points, I’m healing any matter
Asus for the truth, we bring systems from the Maker
No Mecca
Life so Good, Drake bought a future here Sir
Dell say my hair is bad, I say I’m the G in Samson
Panasonic flow, 116, roam and act on what I’m going to knock here
I no care
Tecno for my answer, if you want me quiet
OPPO tuned it in, still I chose his diet
My discipler Redmi Genesis 1:26
28, still Saw what I’ve never scene
Those are vital signs
Heavenly jujitsu
Cats got nine
I got Holy Ghost fruits

See what I did there?

I was writing about Electronic/Comms Tech companies. Not bad huh. They could have celebrated that a bit more, but UC Truth happened next. This man s’ppose to be my brother, but here he is outshining my moment with this beautiful…picture… at 3:36 PM:

Beep-Bip

When my temperature dropped another hot album
I listened
To the itchy rash on my thigh, making me dance to every scratch
Pale faced CD cover
Aches on joints that sing their covers
My breath was a broken record
Skipping beats became the thud-thud of my my my heart’s drum
And it’s on record
When my temperature dropped
I was buried in dust
Home sweet home my sinful body sang of its lust
Pale faced lover with a fork
I knew these feiry tails would finally drive my mind to nuts
And bolts, locked in his tunes
Rhythm and blues
All these rashes make me itch of me and you
When my temperature dropped
I became
He promised me “Again” to be born
I became him here
“You in me” was his hymn here
The angels chorused
The paths they sang was the road paved
To walk in motion
Heal the sick and don’t lose focus
Another dead
To raise them now I am sent
Like an arrow shot I pierce
Bone and marrow
Breaking records of yesterday
Because what matters is who I kill today
The rash decision to be joined to the sun burned me
Now I’m nothing but crisps of former paper
A letter written by his hands
Delivered with a dance
When heaven skip skipped their feet
For he made me neat
Beat by beat
A new album
Not of this world
Cold hearted to the tail and fiery
When my temperature dropped

That first line was it for me. I immediately fell for the piece. There were praiseful comments indicating that some other CaPians loved it as well…the piece comes to an end soon enough to not let you tire. Nicely put together.

We all gushed at the constitution of Words, while some of us contemplated the state of our writing skills. Hehe

Then Chika St. Davnique started recording a Voice Note. I was like, Ah!

Please find attached Remi Fani-Kayode Avenue 2 by Chika St. Davnique. Something spicy!!

Zoe had come online and had been reading. She was ready to emit poetry. She did so, at 4:25 PM:

His red blood washed me white
A vital sign that I’ve been made righteous.

Then I returned at 4:30 PM. In between Zoe and I, there was plenty of talk. And then I spoke:

Oya wait lemme be the scapeGOAT
When I proposed this topic, trust me, I saw not this coming
You see UC typing and ceaselessly it’s crazy coming
But you’re not doing well if you troway good chair in
Xhika def is merciless like Barca last season
I dey my dey she went and made us all a voice lesson
I understand if we Nintendo die the matter there
But vital signs say we’re alive like juice or something high

Ade, Eremi and Uba, you can’t just run away
There were the days when they felt something akin to your pain
But grit is greeted by the greatness created for the great…test of all time
That’s G.O.A.T. weighty from the time it spent on fire

Haha. I guess I have mentioned those who were contemplating the state of their writing prowess.

Here is Hanna, with her thoughts on Vital Signs at 8:29 PM:

Vital signs needed for the sick, the weak but not the meek.
Vital signs are needed for the proud, the simple but not the spirited
Vital signs are needed for the blind, the deaf but not the clean
Vital signs are needed for the hopeless, the depressed but not the adventurer
Vital signs are needed when you’re on admission and those symptoms are visible
Vital signs are your routine check until you’re dead.
An exception to vital signs is to die daily then and only then will you live abundantly.

Baby Girl is just peng. She went text book on it, almost violently. And I ended the day with an 8:36 PM dart:

This stuff nearly embarrassed me.
Simple depth
Kinda water that drowns you if you just wanna shoyuken, like you’re a streefighter
God of War, but na God of Love Kratos on the 6th day
For rest that’s only found in Jesus
Vital signs I exhibit are things like tongues and power gifts
And yes I have the bread to make hell’s traffic jam

I know that you are waiting for Eremi and TC. I’ll keep them for tomorrow. Come back again.

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:
Niel Quchi
UC Truth
Zoe Ziva
Chika St. Davnique
Hanna Azubuike
TC
Eremi

If to upgrade regularly

February 9, 2022Leave a comment

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.

Welcome to the 4th of June 2021, when the freestyling began at 7:52 am. I wrote:

Yo

Welcome to the upgrade
Danfo like I don’t fall
Dusk be my time after all is said and dawn
Had a really planned day, got a lot of work done

This morning I thought deep about something
How we shun the Word and get to anthropomorphizing
Someone who made trees and the python
Clearly that’s is demonic influence and a nice one
Even if I wake up tied to a chair
I am set free by the Word wey I hear
The human condition isn’t the feeling of our hands down
It’s the illusion of enjoyment always being around
And never meaning anything when the trumpets sound

So, from 2013 till today, every few months I conduct an upgrade of my mind. I do it by introspection, “Christrospection”, teaching myself new habits and such… I suspect that it was during one of these “upgrade” that I wrote on this day.

I kept writing:

Recently I found out how it really goes
Judas is saved like a cloud upload
Suicide doors don’t open damnation
Samson did the same after judging the nation
Eyes on faith, Ntụtụ bu decoration
I got power, Agbara to give the nations

Do you recall Peter and his lies
After the first murder, bro Cain went to hide with God’s bullet proof. Chai.
No let them lie to you, and I don’t mean Mohamed
God forgives all and he never leaves you dead
So if you need the OT for the OT, come and meet me
What I studied was really John for my BSc

And after a brief pause, I opened the floor at 8:09 PM. This was the time I brought forth the topic; Meditation.

The first person to respond in poetry was Damaris. Damaris is Christapoet’s host in the Upword series on Instagram. Pretty lady with a serious schedule. She came through at 8:25 PM:

My thoughts speaks an unheard language

An unknown tongue
Too sacred or solemn for my lips to speak
Words would ruin it
So I’ll just let my heart do the talking

I’ll sit in this silence
In the quietness of this moment
I’ll turn down the world’s volume
Till I can hear your heart beat

I

Yes, she purposely ended with “I”. That’s one of the things that I love about poetry. You can mean what you want and reveal what you want, but openly hide what you want.

Sweet Food is never plenty

And so it came to pass, that there were no freestyles until 12:37 PM, when one of my favorites, Eremi said a few words about meditation:

M E D I T A T I O N

Words spoken
From residual abundance

Words heard
amidst uttered abundance

Words received
Alongside tweeted abundance

Words munched on
A mix diet of fresh and leftovers

Pictures recreated
The urge to speak into being

On the canvas of reality
Words meditated on
Become the pictures painted
To recreate again
From residual abundance

Pearlythoughts

Ok, so her pen name is “Pearl”. Hehehe. Why would I call her Pearl when she has a beautiful African name such as EREMIPAGHMO?

What I wrote next, at 1:09 PM, was supposed to be…a retort to Eremi’s freestyle entry, but unfortunately; it was the last entry for the day. Here I am, Christapoet to the World:

I am going to try to write ignoring music
Even though there’s places I can go that’s less acoustic
The negative stimulus has me thinking at my own pace. I should use this to give me a running start.

Like levitate and gravitate like i ate 8 eighteen years olds or i refuse to preach
How dare you blame you blame another’s will on me
That’s what it meant by all authority

The black sea is waiting to be crossed
No. Eremi, so this is Saturday spills
For real, i wonder if i want tweak the theme
And thunder past the label like a beast indeed
I heard

My father paid for everyone one of them, i am commander messenger
I logistic word of God
Not afraid to stand in buses
But i have no proof of that
Got lil Lizzy all tongue speaking
Let her testimony speak
I am higher but i share
That’s that love of which I speak
What is height and what is peak, I found my stories in zooming in

Yeah yeah, and that is how it went down on the 4th of June 2021.

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:
Niel Quchi
Damaris
Eremi

Ordinary Realizations

February 8, 2022Leave a comment

12:23 AM

June 28th, 2021

I think this is the name of the first TPain album I ever encountered. On this day, at this moment, I don’t really remember what it was that I was thinking…

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.

The topic I chose for this day was Epiphany. It is not rare to see me writing so late in the night or so early in the morning.

12:40 AM, I wrote:

Missed calls from sleep caused

By laws still anonymous
Godswill asked for prose
Only cams see a Niel pose
Fat girls and slim bros
Body spray and new clothes
I found I can’t boast
Bottle of the Holy Ghost

And thus began a long instance of life’s irony. Though it was so early in the morning when I began the freestyle session, it was not until 7:32 PM in the adolescence of dusk, that Uba wrote:

I hear voices in my head and they speak to me,
I see them standing in this haunted house
like scarecrows about to plow my soul with their hoes,
I fear they have planted fear now scared that harvest season is near.

This fear, now spreading through my body like stage 5 cancer
I can’t seem to find the answers to these growing thoughts about to blow my mind
Making me bind so I confide in loneliness, converse with sheets
Y’all will think that I’m insane, I have a feeling that my soon-to-be new resident might be a Mad House.

I sometimes wonder

This new darkness that I have found myself in, how do I get to this place?
How I fell into this base so dim, it seems I’m stuck in this maze doing a merry go round, I am so lost and don’t think I can be found
My eyes shiny like silver surfer searching for escape but I am Galactus Slave,
It is devouring my happiness and though I patiently wait for dawn
When I once felt like a king but here I am just a pawn

My mind tells me its CheckMate, that I can’t find a way out
I can’t fight this feeling

I thought I was superman but this house is my crib tonight.
Creaking stairs, Broken Windows
These walls look like clowns even batman would be scared of the Joker in a poker face.

I’m stuck
My body feels like an Overpriced apartment and these voices in my head are those of a nagging landlord that I have grown tired of running from,

So I brace myself for my end.

But how do I return what I never owned?
How do I take what I didn’t give?

Cuz I had sieved the truth and drowned in these lies
Let slithering tongue in to deceive
Have lived in dark so much all I recognize is Eve
But I refuse to give in to this deceit
The potter’s hand never made a mistake
His air runs through these lungs
This tunnel has a light at the end
Suicide can’t be my savior
It isn’t the author and finisher of me
That Job had been done on the cross

Phew!! Like, he had me holding my breath, wondering if he was really going to veer so far off-topic. But I guess that that is the nature of realizations. You wander until you stumble upon yourself…suddenly knowing, suddenly seeing something that was there all along.

Chimbuchiamaama John Solomon Igbo is more popularly known as Mindsmith; Spoken Word artist, recording artist, Radio/TV personality, DJ, Event Planner, Freelance Writer…I just want you to get a glimpse of my friend, Mindsmith, and see a new perspective when you read what he wrote at 8:19 PM:

Look, see the future before you.
A year and a half ago you
hadn’t come this far
but now look at you
The little flower you were
a big tree has grown from this mustard seed.
You come out of your revelry,
Have you been daydreaming?
Nope, you had an epiphany.
A revelation has come

At first, you want to be the realist,
the very first critic of your own invention.
But you can’t deny the confirmation that burns in your soul.
The same confirmation when you pray.
Yes, you know what I’m talking about.
Let’s end it here.
My guy is waiting to use my phone and make a call.

I see it as pride. Plenty of confidence in his ability to be poetic while obviously trying hard not to be. While he chose to “End it here”, at 8:24 PM, after a long day, I continued:

Lemme start here

I used to write a lot of descripto
Now I only follow the script oh
My aunt told me, “Stop with the crypto!”
I told her, “CBN didn’t say so.”

I realized something this year though
Jehovah Jireh everyday Bro
It’s how I reap where I never did sow
And trusting in his love is the peace oh
That quick maths
The real peace maths

The parable is told of the sparrow
Forked wings, fast thing, but he doesn’t sow
But me, fasting, I dey harbor
Resentment, when God meant that I lack not
Desires made of greed make me pray more
Recently I found a few of my mates oh
Never really planned from the get-go
They don’t have the speed or direction
But here we are led, we’re the Lord’s own.
Agidigba

A brief pause, and at 8:58 PM:

Ain’t no strategy that can out-plan
A man freestyling from God’s hand
The winds of life dey blow like fake charger
But nothing offs his stabilizer
Fervent, dogged, steady praying
They will never see him coming
He who sees the end from starting
He will finish what he’s starting

Shey you wanna be starting something

I am Micheal when I jack sin
I’m a son moon-walking
Ain’t no news thriller than this
But there’s no condemning
And the power reels me in again
Hopelessness is impossible
God’s got plans for the things I’ll do
I am free, oh yes it’s true
But only when I admit the truth

Who can separate the two of us
Ain’t no enemy as serious
Since I trust my Jesus
We are one like a Simba song

Though we are many

Only rushing cause it’s fun to run
Can’t you see the way my life is run
When I see my worry level up
I just go and dive into the Word
Dive into the Word
And I speak the Word
My confession repetition up
Like the Lady with the thing with blood
I don’t really need a Doctor
And when men lock the door
Yeah you know that I win though
Viewpoint made of God’s Word
Still the very best option

If you are subscribed to the daily #quotes that Christapoet releases, you will have seen Ebube’s work. She’s spectacular. Here she went, at 9:33 PM:

I testify of a love that satisfies and on you confers the power of sonship
Through one dip, He did wash so clean With no tip.

I testify of an opportunity to learn where you do not qualify by works but can walk through the door as though you did.

I’m a testimony
Rescued through Yahweh’s sudden appearance, that entrance knocked the wind off my pipe just like that my way paralyzed

Though in clothes deemed fit for a pile of rag without denial he accepted to buy me from the cell where I was dragged and ragged he tagged me

A slave having no decent testimonial
with a heart as bitter as bile
not with money did he but with the blood currency the very reason I can claim decency when from infancy I wrecked of sin

The CAP ladies each have a particular style; but collectively, the styles are actually similar. Except for St. Davnique of course. Maybe one of these days, We’ll dwell on that…

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:
Niel Quchi
Mindsmith
UBA
Ebube

Whose Honour Do You Seek?

February 8, 2022Leave a comment

In a generation where everyone wants their voice to be heard and their face to be known, you need to determine right at the inception whose honour you are going to be after. Know that in the journey to stardom, so many people and things do vie for the travellers’ attention on the way. Many will also make themselves vulnerable just to be identified with the most famous in the land. They will do everything possible to be seen with them, just to show to the public that they are important too. They will do all possible for acceptance. This is sure selling well in this generation. Highly rampant!

But whose honour do you seek, God’s or man’s? Who are you out to please? Note, trying to gain the approval of a man will only make you compromise in some ways, just that you may be accepted. It will cause you to modify some Christly convictions you’ve held so preciously. The Lord Jesus is asking you to dare to stand out today! In your expedition to stardom, don’t follow the conventional but the primordially set God’s standard. Don’t (for whatever reason) wane in the right things you’ve known of the Lord, even if you look odd. Stay believing rightly by seeking the honour that comes only from God.

“How can ye believe, which receive honour one of another, and seek not the honour that cometh from God only?”
John 5:44

Funmi P. Adebayo is a preacher of the gospel of Christ and believes that His gospel covers everything, as God is God of all things without an exemption at all. God has helped him found a ministry by the name, THE SIMPLE LIFE OF CHRIST MINISTRY (AKA THE RESTING PLACE), the platform through which God’s Spirit is helping him to reach out to the world with the simple message of Jesus Christ and by the demonstration of the Spirit and of power, which is solely for the defense and the confirmation of the same gospel of Christ.

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Kindness Versus Love

February 6, 2022Leave a comment

Kindness is a display of charitable behavior towards someone, while love means a profound and caring affection towards someone. Clearly, kindness and love don’t mean the same thing. Kindness is what one shows to the outsider, while love is for the insiders. It’s not rightly acceptable to say you are kind to your own children. You simply love them. You are to be kind to someone out there but loving to your own family. Thus, love is certainly of a higher value than kindness.

The prodigal son’s elder brother only knew and lived on their father’s kindness. He never knew nor understood their father’s love. He kept doing many things to please the father who was already pleased with him. On the day his brother returned home, the Scripture apprises to us that he was in the field till quite a later time of the day, whereas the main servants were already at home. One would wonder what he was doing out there all alone. By living only on his dad’s kindness, he only could SOMEDAY expect to receive a kid goat from his dad, when everything, including the fatted calf which was later killed for his brother, was for him to enjoy had he understood his dad’s love.

Hmm, it’s sad to know that many children of God are living exactly like this prodigal son’s older brother. They only know of God’s kindness, never His love all their life. They relate with Papa God as His hired servants when they are actually His beloved children. And mere kindness never gets anybody the best, only love does, always. God is kind toward everybody but especially loves His own children. You may have started on God’s kindness, as we all somehow do, but you don’t remain there. You need to move on to knowing and receiving God’s love that you may experience and enjoy God’s best in life henceforth.

The LORD hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.
Jeremiah 31:3

Funmi P. Adebayo is a preacher of the gospel of Christ and believes that His gospel covers everything, as God is God of all things without an exemption at all. God has helped him found a ministry by the name, THE SIMPLE LIFE OF CHRIST MINISTRY (AKA THE RESTING PLACE), the platform through which God’s Spirit is helping him to reach out to the world with the simple message of Jesus Christ and by the demonstration of the Spirit and of power, which is solely for the defense and the confirmation of the same gospel of Christ.

Download Funmi’s maiden e-book