THE FINAL WHISTLE

So you had the awesome opportunity to get a front row seat to a game you have no interest in?

Let me guess, possibly because she looked so good that no excuse could find its way through your lips as you cowered under her overpowering presence when she said “Would you be a darling and go to the game with me?”

Sure, I do understand you were trying to be polite (and be a darling too) but I can predict one or two things about how this date or whatever she tells you will be like. First, you meet at a scheduled place or possibly you were such a gentleman (or totally bent on impressing her) that you picked her up from home with your ride and then when you get there, you walk into the arena, hand-in-hand, smiling and chatting meanwhile somewhere in your head you continue to recall all the reasons why you hate this game and you shouldn’t be here obviously but no bother you’ll just be a man (more like, things we do for love).

Now the players are on the pitch, the ever rising roar of cheers and laughter wouldn’t have been much of a bother if you had any clue as to why this amount of people would actually enjoy this game or if they could at least pipe low enough so you could manage a discussion with this beauty by your side. The announcer does a good job of further increasing the noise whilst observing various sport traditions towards commencing the game and then out of nowhere this guy who is supposedly the referee/umpire blows a whistle.

For the split second its shrill sound pierces through the noise, there is stillness in the crowd just before a resounding uproar to indicate the game has begun with the atmosphere gauged with intense anticipation and excitement. Now, for you my friend, you stare at the event unraveling before you; fruitlessly trying to make sense of it though constantly aware of the female presence by your side whilst drilling your mind for a good comment to kick-start a cool discussion.

In this very interesting mix of events that characterizes every big sport event around the globe, one thing remains true for all and that is the power of the whistle (or buzzer, or any media of control the referee/umpire uses). In every case we watch as this little instrument in the hands of one man could demand the attention of every single person in that arena at any time during the play of this game. They pay attention because for every instance the whistle is blown, there is sure to be a change in the game of play. This change can be positive or negative depending on what side of the field you’re playing from but regardless of that when that whistle is blown the game must begin or stop (either momentarily or permanently).

However, as a player in this game, you are trained in the art of playing it well and certain skills you possess have set you aside, qualifying you to represent your team to whatever degree but this same whistle means much more to you than a switch to stop or begin the game. It is to you, the law of the game. It signifies when your time in the game begins and from then you are awarded a chance to bring victory to your team by doing your very best in your designated area of play whilst maintaining sportsmanship but a single blast of the whistle could change all that. It could be to you a simple caution or the outright punishment for a foul play, it could be justice for a wrong done, it could be the end of your time on the field or it could just be the end of the game.

You see, this scenario painted right in front of your eyes is no different from what we’ve come to know and call living on this world stage. Life is a game we all are players in with the earth as our playing field and whether we accept it or not we do have a whistle locked somewhere in the lips of the referee. We may be oblivious of it but it is to us for caution, reproof, and justice and sometimes it may be the final whistle we hear as it marks the end of the game either individually or for the whole living population of the world.
I know it is easier to live a carefree life, doing what you want when you want but even in our limited understanding as humans, we know that there’s need for order, hence we set up a justice system, a moral system to caution or punish wrong doings or brings justice to the hurt. However, we run our seemingly orderly lives unaware of the most important function of the whistle

IT DETERMINES THE END OF THE GAME

The game could go on forever if that whistle is not blown and no player would leave the field up until that whistle is blown and it finally is blown to that respect it could mean the end of the game for one or all players. It’s quite simpler than you think; if the final whistle is blown you have to get off the field. In this Life, the final whistle varies and for you it may be the sound of a gun, the last beep of the monitor as your heart stops, the thud of your body fall, the sound of screeching tires or the sound of a trump. Whatever way it happens you will have to leave this earth because your time is up.

Now no player wants to leave the field feeling like he would have done more, hence while on the field, he pours in his very best but somehow in the real game we choose to call life playing before our very own eyes, we seem to think we would never have regrets when we have to leave the playing field even when we just wasted our time of game play. We seem to think we have no coach in the cloakroom ready to analyze how well we did our part, no consequences for the way we played this game that we have only one chance at.

The greatest lie our adversary made us believe is that we are the onlookers, the cheerleaders of this game. So because we ain’t the players, when the whistle goes, the game simply ends and that’s it. We can just go ahead and just have a good time, no caution as to how short your time is. He fools you to think that you’re going to last till the last whistle so while waiting you disregard the cautions that come as the blaring of the referee’s whistle just like this very piece you’re reading, ignorant of the fact that the very next whistle could be your last.

THIS IS A WARNING!

It may not sound much like a whistle but nevertheless, it is for you and even though I sincerely pray it is not your last, it may just be.

You can’t afford to worry about the opponents devices, he is just running his game plan so you can’t afford to play against the master’s game plan, you cannot afford to not fulfill the reason why the coach put you in play because sooner than later the end of the game will come upon you even though the game has not yet ended.

So PLAY ON!

No matter how bad you’ve played so far if you turn a new leaf you still have a chance at victory. Unlike every other game, the winner can only defined after the final whistle and though it is a team play the victory is individual and when the final whistle is blown you would forever be bound to what the scoreboard says.

– Ezeonyeka Godswill

HOME-COMING!

Let me tell you my story
I let my father down, leaving his mission for my pleasures.
abstract_landscape_by_faith_lv-d51r5tz.jpgTaking up my own mission, I decided to take a trip away from home.
I took it all as a game, thinking I could get the whole world sealed, signed, stamped and delivered to my doorstep all in my name.
Yea to tell the truth, I enjoyed those days,
Where all I did went well, I was enjoying the fun and all.
You see I got everything I wanted without anyone to tell me no or yes.
I could say I was winning it all, I got so good at the game.
But with time, I realized it was all lame!
With time they all faded away, the happiness, enjoyment, pleasure.
I was left with an empty heart that wasn’t satisfied at all even with all the pleasure I had…

You see my father loved me more than anything.
And did I tell you he is a KING?
Yes my father is a king I longed for home, for that joy that could satisfy, and only father had it.
Being in his presence alone was satisfaction beyond anything else in this world.
You see, at home I bathed in my father’s glory.
But how could I go back home now? Would he take me back? Would he cast me out?
These questions played across my mind.
I decided to go back home, but there was a problem…
Yes I didn’t know my way back. I was lost and felt like indeed I was going to die.

Nevertheless I tried to find my way back home.
I tried different ways but they didn’t lead to my father.
I was about giving up when I saw my big brother on the way,
I didn’t quite understand what he was doing there, I was beginning to think he left home too.
But he told me father sent him to search for me,
That father had been searching for me!
He had sent servants to find me but none could.
So He offered to come himself, he told me he had given all he had just to find me.
At last I found my way home!
Walking home, I told my Brother I was scared to meet father,
He told me he had paid my own price so I need not be scared.
Along the way I saw someone running towards me…
I realized it was father!
Father ran at my home coming…

-Bethel

i GOT skillz! … (so WHAT!)

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Hey there bloggers, writers and all who follow and support this blog. I do hope you’ve been having a swell time on the blog cos if you haven’t we’ll so much appreciate it if you could drop a little comment question or suggestion on our FAQ’s page. Anyways lets drive this nail in!
First thing, I hardly ever write like this but this topic has really changed my point view on so much and I hope I’ll be able to communicate this passion to you then just maybe you’ll get exactly what you need to move up the ever-manipulative ladder of success.

Now I know its no more news to say every single person on this planet is in one way or the other blessed with a natural talent. It is possible that these talents may have not found expression but it does not mean they are not there and while we are still on this , I would like to say that talents are not only expressed in the arts or sports. It is possible to have a very special gift in making things and this in more fancier words is referred to as invention of which we all know that the inventors of the past generations laid foundations on which our so much globalized world is structured. So, get over high-profiling one talent over the other, even if its not known anywhere in the world, consider yourself a trail blazer. Lets proceed!
A talent in my own definition is anything (absolutely anything) that you can do innately even without getting any prior training (this only applies in some cases). The only thing that distinguishes a talent from a curse is CHOICE. There is no such thing as a “bad” talent. We only choose to use our talents in bad ways.
Having stated that out, I’ll like to emphasize that whatever talent(s) you are gifted with has two ultimate purposes which include to further better our world and to bring glory to God(Revelations 4:11;Romans 8:19). Now this does not make your gift any better than the man next door doing otherwise, it only means you are at a better place to express the fullness of your gift, get better satisfaction and further transform this world we live in. Remember also that this is not a restriction but a stage!(this means instead of just gratifying your selfish desires which will never be satisfied you are given an opportunity to join in a project that transforms the world! So these purposes I mentioned are not meant to restrict your freedom of expression but to direct it).
Many people have however made this decision to fully pursue in this direction but they seem to lack the satisfaction and fulfillment my words seem to promise and that’s why you’ve got to read on.

The decision to glorify God and better our world through your talent is only a start in a long journey which would most definitely lead to total satisfaction, fulfillment and all that comes with that. Its just like the decision to get an education, if you don’t do all that is necessary you won’t be awarded a degree on graduation day! So here’s the problem, SO MANY PEOPLE (both Christians and otherwise) HAVE MADE A DECISION HAVE CHOSEN TO USE THEIR TALENTS FOR ALL THE RIGHT REASONS BUT HAVE FAILED TO FOLLOW THROUGH WITH WHAT THAT DECISION ENTAILS.
So what!!! You got skills. That makes no difference in this world we are in. the very important question is “What have you done with it?” Lemme put this straight, No one likes gold in its raw form! SHOCKER!! (just kidding but you know its true). For those that don’t understand, permit me to give some details. Your talent has no value at all if you do not develop it. This is true and certain on every level and it is the ignorance of this truth that actually distinguishes men of similar talents. Now, you can always have the “once-in-a-while” inspiration burst but you’ll always remain mediocre if you don’t learn the tricks of the trade and practice hard at it. Lemme put it this way, a friend once said “In the battle of altars only the stronger altar wins, no matter if its good or evil, old or new” (paraphrased). This is very true in the topic of altars as well as that of talents and its high-time you started paying attention.

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The good thing is, you discovered your talent and I do hope you have decided to set it on the right stage. With that in place, you have got to know what things you can do to make yourself the best at what you do and start working. (Note: I don’t mean copy other people because they are successful and then lose your originality). You can be the best at what you do when you give it the attention it deserves just like a little plant and when you do the fundamental things required in your field of gifting you could exceed being good to be great and you could even extend to becoming phenomenal. I may not have beat that enough but I will have to proceed to the next step to actualizing the full manifestation of your talent in the next episode. Take care and God bless!

-Ezeonyeka Godswill

i DO bELiEVe…

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I may not understand the bible you see
Yes it may seem so difficult to me
With all the thou(s) and thee(s) KJV please
The message seems to elude me
But this one thing I’ve come to see
That on a day such as this
A man died for my sins
Though not guilty he died still
He shed his blood to make me clean
Yes I know that and believe

I may not get why He died on the cross
Why He would give His life and His all
To love man that had Him slandered and slain
I don’t get why He would leave His highly exalted throne
To attend unto a generation of sinners than saints
I know I could never bear such rejection
Nor could I take as much pain
I would never figure out the extent of His sacrifice
But this one thing I’m sure I know
It’s that one big sacrifice that made me whole

I may not figure out the words
Or the depths of mysteries it holds
I may not memorize every chapter whole
But this one thing I’ve come to know
There is one Holy and True
The MOST HIGH GOD so faithful
Who unconditionally cares and loves
Ever renewing mercy he shows
And mending grace he bestows
On children to whom He’s Savior and Lord

I know they don’t really get it
The reason why I strongly believe
In a story so old in a blood they don’t see
You see, the truth is this
I don’t really expect them to
Cos I never got it too
Till I met at a point in my life
The man that changed my story line
He in fact was HE who died for loves sake
And now stands the only way, truth and life

Okay you might wonder like I’d always do
What then can end this whole matter?
Simple! Fear God, do all that He says
That’s the conclusion of the whole matter
Well you may think it can’t be
It can’t be that easy, as plain as you say
But the truth remains
The Lord knoweth them that are His
Let everyone who is called after Him
Depart from iniquity

-Ezeonyeka Godswill

nEVER aBOUT me!

If I could trade all
Just to raid off,
Then, I know
It’s never about me.
Give up most pleasures
Just to build up my treasures
Then I know,
It’s never about me.
Toil all night
To win all fights.
Then, it’s never about me.

Staining all the ego’s of life
Just to avoid the pains of the knife,
Then, I trust and know
It is never about me.
Sweating out day and night,
To make life pay and right,
Then, it’s never about me.

Watching the face around the fence,
Hoping that life will bring them defence,
Then, I know
It’s never about me
Watching smiles mixed with fears
Then, I know that the ends seems near
I just realized that hopes are raised high
As voices cry out miles.
Then, I said to myself,
It never could have been all about me.

Destinies wake up!
To responsibilities look up
For great men to fire on
Bringing answers to so many questions
Solutions to mud problems.
Laughter to frowning faces
Comfort to troubled souls
Hope to failing hearts
Sparks of joy to crying ears
And above all, salvation to lost souls
Then, we know, it was never about us.

Just like Jesus taught
In His pains He still fought
Living up to the story
Just to gain the glory
That we all might be free at last
Only because He understood the fact
That, it was never and would never
Be about Him!
ACT LIKE JESUS !!!

by
Macaulay Priscilla

RECLAIMING MY CONFIDENCE

Drowning in the ocean of mediocrity,
I felt i never had an ability;
It all seems like a disease in my mentallity,
That is even proclaiming my timidity;
It began as a feeling…
then a thought…
and it finally became my doom,
Thereby enclosing me in a sad room;
I just wanted to be free from this mindset,
but I felt I would still go down just like sunset

Truthfully, it was as if my mind slapped me,
Cause I couldn’t visualize any scene of greatness
I felt jinxed!
I began to realize that my problem wasn’t really with mediocrity,
It was with the word”confidence” in which i had lost in my own ability
I seem to believe that I can’t fly,
Possibly because I have no wing of self confidence;
I became sad, which made me feel bad
Even when I should be glad
However, I concluded that I don’t really have to feel confident
To actually be confident!
I can rise to the peak of greatness
If only I practice being confident…

By
Ebisike Kenneth

CHANCES

I cried out to Him…
“Have mercy master, give me a second chance”
but
He said to me “I have no need for you anymore, you are broken! Any content in you spills out even for the dogs to lick”

I was made a vessel, a vessel of gold, a vessel unto honour! The finest amongst all, I was used by the master molded with the finest gold, made with loving hands of the potter, solid, strong, perfect, beautiful and useful.
Along the line something changed in me, I became proud!
Wasn’t I the best?
I mean a vessel of gold, unto honour, used to make exploits, of course! I was the best amongst bests. In fact the best the potter had ever made! I allowed pride to eat me up starting with a little crack in my “supposed” solid nature and it deepened, finally breaking me and rendering me useless
The master saw no need for me, so he decided to throw me out. Seeing my mistakes I cried out!

Shhh….

My master said to me…
“I’ll send you back to the potter to break you, crush you, melt you and remould you”

What a wonder! “Thank you Father” I cried out!

“Thank you Master, but even as I am remoulded, help me to bear the pain”

“My grace is made sufficient for you. For I am strong in your weakness”

by
Odimbu Promise

what is yOuR NAME?

“What is your name?”
“You mean… my name?”

I could close my eyes in a quick drift in to my spirit to give you an answer….

My name is who I am!
It is not merely a form of identification;
No! It is an embodiment of my whole being
It does not only describe my features
It gives you a description of my origin.
It does not just qualify me as a creature
It introduces you to my creator.
It does not just say I am human
It gives you my meaning.

It is not just about a phase of my life
It is the whole book of my life, as it is written of me.
It is not just about my past, present of future
It is about them three
It is not just, what I can become
It is what I am.
My name is I and I am my name!
You can see it in my eyes…

Just like scientists and their laws
My name and my creator are connected.
I am his product and bear his trademark.
My name is the declaration for the delectation of my creator.
My name is the bedrock of the loss of me…
Remember that I am still thinking of the right answer to your question.
So next time, ask me of my birth name instead of MY NAME.
My birth name could just be a word, but my NAME is something more.

“I am the child of the only living God who created heaven and earth, and who lives forever more.”

Now, that is my name.

By
Ebisike Amarachi