KINGDOM LEGISLATORS

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:

Matthew 5:13:

[13]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,

 2019.

HONESTLY, I’VE BEEN THINKING

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.

 

Yours sincerely,

A fellow writer.

 

Favour Omeje & Ezeonyeka Godswill,

©2019.

YOU ARE A TRESPASSER!

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.

 

Favour Omeje

©2019

Ripped pages

Ripped pages
Torn soul
Burning heart
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

Isoje Victor
© 2019

The Resistance

Pieces of inspirations, stored in procrastination,
Has done nothing to the well being of achievements.
It doesn’t get the job started either does it get it done.
It just lies there closer to you.
Making you feel awesome like you can touch the sky.
Meanwhile, you only spy into the future using your imaginative sense.
And you taste the savor of greatness without getting a chop of the meal.
You will never start until ready starts going.

@adethatwrites
©2019

Why do I fear the stars – Part 2

They do not wear a dress of courage
Nor a garb of thorns
My shiny mysterious sisters of the night, lighting the skies.

They do not need to be reminded, they do not forget.
Holding a billion promises, secret kisses, and passionate pleas.
They are witnesses, even when bones be ash.

Did you know you can bet on stars?
That you’ll never lose a bet on their suicide?
And agree or not
You must agree to disagree,
Their terrorism is a necessity.

I mean,
Suicide bombers are looked on with a mix of contempt and awe,
We see lives cut short in their prime,
By the most suffering is ever known to mankind.

We are shaken by the workings of a twisted mind,
And in retrospect
We all must agree
There is something to respect,
In a blood sacrifice for a belief.

Yet I digress.

This is about the stars and why I fear them.

They do not wear a dress of courage
Nor a garb of thorns

There is no self-preservation in their answer to duty’s call
They are courage in the flesh.

They do not need to be reminded, they do not forget.
That they matter and their sacrifice counts.
I mean,
Who motivates the stars to shine?

And did you know stars must burn to shine?
That they die with each burning?

Yet night after night without fail,
My shiny mysterious sisters of the night,
Circle the expanse of the clouds,
in a dance to the death.

This is why I fear the stars.

St. Davique
© 2019

Why do You fear the stars

I do NOT fear the stars
I fear the sky’s span, its depth and breath, its embrace that swallows everything my size and yours and makes them disappear into insignificance.
Do you have the slightest idea what the sky does to you, mortal man?
That scape up there, it makes you marvel. It lifts a smile unto your face, drives awe into your heart. Your feelings twinkle with the stars. You feel fly. Fly like a firefly, a little dot of light persevering in a dark world. You feel like a peacock, strutting its gaily colored stuff. Just before it gets slaughtered.
The sky’s beauty is a stolen garb woven from a trillion diamonds, the stars that hide the cold, dark, unfeeling universe beneath its ‘skin’. The rule of that universe is selfishness, its path is self-preservation, its goal is self-elevation. And no mortal has ever won against its brutish march.
Neither will you.

Neither will the stars.
Like you, millions have tried to soar past the skies. They pierced it with towers, crossed it with rockets, coursed about it with satellites.
Like you, trillions have burned bright, over eons unfathomable. They gave light and life to worlds innumerable. They were the suns of their age, the stars that stunned our forebears.
Today, they are gone. All of them. All shredded trillion bits, devoured by the same universe. And the sky, this pretty mask of a cold dark monster, keeps its sunlight front, its fraudulent smile.
And the world keeps spinning.
I do not fear the stars. I fear the wretchedness they hide.

Ikenna Nwachukwu Alexander
© 2019