The Missing Me

January 28, 2023January 25, 2023Leave a comment

The garden,
fresh and full.
I wasn’t alone in the garden.

I named the tress,
I named the birds and beasts, I named the river,mountains and all things.

I was happy with all I named
But a part of me was missing inside me.

I looked for this part of myself in the garden
I looked at the cows
I didn’t find it

I looked at the monkeys
I didn’t find it
I looked all around
Yet I couldn’t find the missing me.

Out of frustration
I ignored a strong part of me in the ocean of nothingness.

I ignored the rhythmic vibration that this lost self keep echoing in space.

But , one day
I slept soundly as usual
In my wood carving shade.

Maybe God came
I don’t remember
But the tortoise affirms
That He opened my body and took a rib to create the missing me for me.

Now standing tall
Standing fulfilled
Standing whole
I have found my entire self.

Regenerate Now

March 3, 2022Leave a comment

I heal cause I dwell with the Christi
Stab wounds from the practicality
And I do not stop to speedometer, I just get with it
And Yahweh it is
who took the U from my Mourning, F from my Falling, and love is my winnings

And Godswill-sama landed this revert at 9:50 AM:

Quiet nights tell tales of noisy days lost in the silence of rested busyness. The death of a day is so comforting that we look forward to doing nothing as we lay in surrender to our humanity in hopes that we will rise again. We will work again. We will hope again and the day will come again.

And there, at 9:51 AM, was Ade:

I pray my heart is fertile enough,
To plant seeds of faith in my mind,
And water it with prayers and words from the Bible,
I pray dead cells receives a fresh breath of life,
Stones removed from her line of sight,
If three days was enough to conquer hell and buy my salvation,
I bet it’s enough for a miracle to grow,
I pray one way or another,
It’s enough to witness a surgery,
Performed on my Mum’s eyes,
By the hands of He who formed man from clay,
I pray He regenerates her eyes using spit and mud,
For my knees won’t hold again,
Tired from lifting the heavy burden on my shoulders,
So I cry for help on bent knees,
Building lines of communication to God’s ears
I hope this prayer build’s my Mum’s faith
And if I don’t see a miracle performed before Monday,
I know He’s waiting in the theatre room,
Making sure no mistake is done as,
My mum goes through surgery to correct her eyes,
One way or another, I know she will have her sight,
Fully regenerated, fully healed,
My trust is built on nothing but God’s word
And this is my reality!
A prayer for Mum!!!

And this particular spurt change the group’s sentiment about freestyling that day. It had become a testy matter. Eveyone began to pray for Ade. Ofcourse I won’t post the prayers.

At 9:53 AM, I continued:

I threw a smile to my foe and he said,”Cheers.”
I have lived with my pain for a few years
Onlookers point fingers at the pointless
“Do you want to be healed?” I said, “Lord, Yes!”

And I strayed, all the dogs came for megabytes
No time when I no dey take prayer fight
Back to back victories and a can of Sprite
If you’re thinking Chibuikem, you are very right

I will stop here for today. There were 18 poems from this day…just for the record.

Authors:
Niel Quchi
Ezeonyeka Goodwill
Ade

Speak the Word, not the situation

March 1, 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.

Today, the topic should be “Bearish moments with God”. This article is dedicated to the times when I would put out a topic and no one, sometimes including myself would write on it. I would normally feel kinda bad.

For example, July 16th, 2021, at 10:58 AM; I declared the topic “Responsibility”

And at 11:11 am, I wrote:

Woke from my slumber, no it wasn’t a party

Woke since this ember, so twas the Father that lit me
Wow, call the members of the Body he bears with
What could be the purpose of a purr posing at me

Like iz me that should walk
On the waters of course
I resay what he says
Make the best of the worst

Res…ornate with the truth
His conduct will result
Make disciples and be
Work my spiritual glutes

But no one wrote back.

It was just that kinda day.

On the 6th of August, this happened again. Topic was “Relationship”, yet no one…

The next day, 7th of August, I wrote at 5:07pm

Fire in my eyes, Water on lips
I get low on highs, But I let The Lord eclipse
And I’ve learned not to bless in human cursive
What’s related to success’s successes is relative

New singles cooking, tell the Nerd to turn it all up
I would get conceited but I pray too much to mess up
Feeling like Paul except hebrews more disciples than me
God got babies I’m a nanny and the job is paying
Z why I’m peeps all over Lagos if they’re saved
Fire in a rain storm
Burning all your doubts
Argument and miracles, pick your court
But we don’t play, we make sure while they make mouth

What’s the line between dinner and a dead man
The hope that won time by creating it
Call the one name won names in him
Saturated God-ness The Reason and the Risen

But it wasn’t until the following day, 8th of August that Godswill and Zoe Ziva.

4:08 PM, Godswill wrote:

I have seen God work words into wielding swords
How he bends thoughts to elemental awe
Creator Original causing courses that confounds clarity

I am witness to million miracles happening within seconds
Mighty demonstrations of power hidden from human vision
I am one of 7 billion distinct wonders
Travelling on an inexplicably perfect positioned planet

Forget it joor
God is awemany

And he did not stop:

Love toh sure
You can always bank on it
Perfect, present, pleasing, personal and poise
Love that exists to ensure eternal exemption from wrath
Giving, glorious, graceful and gracious
Love that loves us into loving
Tender, thorough, true and trustworthy

Chayeee

I joined in at 4:43 PM:

Testy testimonials testifying to tasting fire
Tess or Tracy, the test is changing text to power
Trace back to the prophets and testimonies older
I’ve been with the bandwidth of routers that avoided God
Still he found ignoring hypocrisy absurd
The soldiers want a soldier made out of the broken hearted
But my God is still turning dead shit into Harpic

At 6:21 PM, Godswill took back the microphone:

Prince of Peace that passes all understanding
Cos we shouldn’t be in the valley smiling but check who’s riding with us
I’ve got Shepherd vibes all around me, my victory is unforced
God is creator and life to me
Sustainer and I rely on him
Father and guide to him
Lover so reckless, he died for me

And he went on: What a saviour
Seizing sons off Satan’s sinful sizzle
What a judge
Justly he justifies us as just men through Jesus
What a daddy
Daily dishing doses of divinity to delivered deviants
What a God

At 7:14 PM, the Abuja princess Zoe Ziva jumped into the fray:

The One whose throne has emerald circled, whose throne can never be overthrown

Whose voice makes the thunder shiver, clapping in awe and awesome wonder

The one whose whisper is as soft petals kissing the layers of my skin, still His voice is like music harmonizing – a beautiful symphony.

The one whose love makes life take a seat, a sheet and pen, jotting down in tears.

The One so patient, loving, gracious and kind still regardless of His many possible options, He chose my heart for His chair

And finally, at 7:22 PM, behold Eremi:

God doesn’t hide behind emojis
Sending a ‘lol’ when you do something funny? When he laughs, distance doesn’t fade the echoes it leaves on your soul

He doesn’t send you a grinning emoji to tell you He’s pleased, Your whole being feels it.

He doesn’t send you a ‘happy sweat’ when there’s a close call. For He’d gone way ahead of the situation to drop the alarm, sending angels in place to make further restrain, and even amidst man’s stubbornness, he still stretches out to deliver

Ain’t no need to send you ‘hearts’ or a smiley face with hearts when your heart already feels his syncing

When you desire comfort a black heart isn’t what he sends, He speaks in you with a voice peaceful amidst raging thoughts. Even an emoji hug can’t give a little spark of such peace and when he hugs you, the warmth chases the cold of loss

He takes no chance at leaving distance to distort His Care-message

His every emotion sends frequencies audible enough for even the hair on your skin to pick

God doesn’t hide behind emojis
He tells you to your face that He loves you
What’s the worst you can do?
No? He receives your ‘No’ with ‘I will never leave you nor forsake you’

And if he ever had an emoji, it would be all the works of his hands, upon which he poured his essence. So if you ever feel distant from Him, look around you…let the wind remind you of words and when you hear his voice in the roaring of the waves, see his light in the bright rays of the sun. Believe his words when he says He’s all around you and within you.

There will be days in your life when…you want to just shut down either because of negative feedback.

Speak the Word!
Not the situation.

Authors:
The Niel Quchi
Godswill Ezeonyeka
Eremi
Zoe Ziva

Have you seen the Roots movie?

February 17, 2022Leave a comment

The day’s topic was “rooted” and the day was July 2nd, 2021. I delivered the topic at about 8:55 AM which was pretty early for a freestyle.

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.

8 minutes after the topic was delivered the first person responded. It was Damaris.

She said, “God I must post something today.”

Very Naija. However, she did not write anything until much later. It was I, Niel Quchi, who started the poetry party at 9:05 AM:

Heartbreak kid,
Built for speed,
Yes indeed, yes indeed
Pra pra, no I never not practice
Pra pra, I dig into God Praxis
Ba ba, barka de Jesus peace
Water, still drowning enemies
Yes indeed, Yes indeed

And the reply was a 4-hour silence that ended at 1:36 PM when TC wrote:

Rooted in Christ
In Christ alone
Both tap root and fibrous root
For he himself had said
I give them eternal life,
and they will never perish.
No one can snatch them away from me.

In Christ my root gowwes deep
All other ground nah pito-pitoo

Hmmm. We also particularly like that last part. Zoe Ziva came the on the scene a 2:39 PM:

Deep Deep
Down in the soil of my heart
Bearing fruits like the root for there’s my food.
My branches resting solely on His strength
What can separate me from the nutrients of this tree when I’m rooted deep in His root.
Spread deep down in His love, I grow strong ignoring the clashing and hissing of the wind because the one wey hold me from ground strong pass.

I’m rooted
Deeply rooted
Simply rooted
Helplessly rooted
In Him
He is the tree with the root, I’m rooted in His love.

Yes yes, confessions that remind us of who are in Christ. I wrote this next spurts
at 3:08 PM:

I found my starting in Shakespeare
Poetry, the fine kind whispered here and there,
And I would sit for hours trying to cook up the next line
But now I freestyle 8 lines in no time
I call it growth
The patterns, they can change just to engage
I’m not stuck in any way of speaking, I can do this in a familiar way or make it strange.
Point I’m making is there is just one cage,
And though you think and think the answer will be language.
Yeah, I call it mode.

History will say a lot when it comes to the QuChi
The services that made servant and sometimes a mystery
I calculate my worth in how much I’m able to evolve
I want to get to where I don’t giraffe, I just solve

Raise your hand if you have used a Blackberry Curve
A haters acts like they were hurt when you fell out of love
I’ve learned to make excuses rather condemn a bruv
And that’s how we cope with bosses and the new gov.
Nọ́kata ị dowé anya ka ikwikwii
I’m rooting for you but you leave me as an enemy
I just set new goals
I call it focus
I’ve run years in a year
I’ve been hungry and scared
But when they testify, the story will be titanic
Relationship-wrecked but I swam ashore
Walking up the sands of time, dragging a thirst for more.
I call this digression, though
I hope some people wonder if I’m writing about the dough
The root of the matter is normally shrouded
And I just exhale the poetry from my veins
The stories of a dragon are equally shrouded
The villagers will root for their warriors in the same vein.
I call it vanity.

So far so good
I have left the hood
But then i still brood
Hoping God will rain food
Yeah so far so good
I have written more books
But there’s more to brew
Hope in God is good

That’s enough for now. We will show the the rest. God bless you

Authors:
Niel Quchi
Zoe Ziva
TC

Vital sines

February 11, 2022July 30, 2022Leave a comment

*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.

Which Way

February 5, 2022Leave a comment

The broad way is tempting.
So spacious, it feels liberating
This disguised bondage
The broad way seems like the logical option
The right answer, The convenient choice
The broad way is the new cool, the celebrated path

And the narrow way seems too lonely
Not wide enough to walk in properly
So I’m always stumbling
Falling head over heels
Trying to keep up with God
Looking up to religion
The author and finisher of my misery
The tormentor of my soul
On this middle ground, my body is in Canaan and soul in Egypt.

I make choices that betray my words
I take steps that draw me back
I’m a little bit of both
But not quite of any
What do you call light with a dash of darkness?

I was on the brink of desperation
Ready to resignation to fate
Surrender to my mistakes
Let myself go
Then He spoke to me, reminded me of what He had said
That His love was louder than my drowning voice
That His grace was stronger than my weak resolve
His Word outweighed my will
His promises infinitely greater than my grave mistakes.

Nothing compares to the safety net of His love
That He would never leave me
He’s right there with me
Not shaking in anger, but extending his grace
That saves me from the sinking sand of religion
In His grace I find strength
To overcome, to live His life
to take a sharp turn off the broad way
to the road less travelled
The path paved by His sacrifice alone

So in life or death
In sickness or health
In my lowest or my highest
I rest easy because
Nothing compares to the promise I have.

Damaris Akhigbe
(C) 2022

Book Review: The Shepherd, The Overseer, and The Soul

January 31, 2022January 31, 2022Leave a comment

Author: Funmi Adebayo
Pages: 150
Publisher: The Christ A Poet Concepts, Nigeria.
Reviewer: Adeleye Olaoye, Ubamara Ezenobi, Zoe Ziva, Ebubechi, Clement Victor

Funmi Adebayo, the author of this book, gives us this gem of a book through the light of the Spirit of God penetrating into 1 Peter 2:25 and Ezekiel 18:4. The Shepherd, Overseer and the Soul is a book aimed at building foundational knowledge on the role that the soul of a man plays in the life of a believer. The Author has broken this book down into 7 Chapters to help relate his message.

The author started by making clear that the human soul is eternal. It cannot be dissolved by death, unlike the human physical body. The soul is the representation of a man in the spirit realm. Therefore, what becomes of the soul of man is the reality of that man

He then further compared the mind as a signal analyzer. An example of a signal analyzer is an Oscilloscope, it’s a device that analyzes signals of different forms and has a wide application in different fields and professions today. From the author’s analysis, the mind acts as the signal analyzer while the heart takes the final decision.

If man wasn’t already dead spiritually then God wouldn’t have bothered about giving him a new spirit and a new heart.

Funmi presents a compelling argument by clearly stating that it is not enough to just claim you believe in Jesus Christ. You must also prove that by obediently following Him. If you truly believe in Him, you will hear Him and do His sayings. God’s desire for His children to be tamable and coachable just like the sheep because hardly deviate from the path channeled by the shepherd and are much sensitive of intruders or strangers.

We are not of the world. Yet at the same, that does not mean we are not meant to be in charge. This is quite a salient point made in the book reminding us that we are the light of the world and while we remain here we are to be in charge by and for our Lord Jesus Christ and make known the manifold wisdom of God to the principalities and powers among the celestial ones.

Talking about God as Shepherd, Funmi posits that God is completely charismatic in his leadership; strong communicator, empathetic and relatable, confident, motivational. This in return gives us joy, loveliness and makes resources available. His final words were “As we have returned to the Shepherd of our soul, let us trust Him for the best in life. Remember He is the good Shepherd, Who gave His life, His soul, for us His sheep. (John 10:11.)”

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A Life that Counts

January 12, 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 the a freestyle session. Each freestyle session is given a topic for the poems to address.

Now, some days find Christapoet writers just freestyling without prompt or occasion. I called the poems from such occasions “spurts” a long time ago, and so it has been. On this day, another March day, the topic had been given the day before which had been a Friday. But there had been silence…until Ini Brown wrote at 7:42am on Saturday:

for a life to count, it must know it’s worth
so what are you worth?
is it what you own
your abilities, the very skills you hone
is it you personality, that subtle drive or extraordinary flair.
the way you could make sunken hearts feel lighter than air.
is it your personality you hold above
or the fact that your account has more figures than your body curve.
i believe that the worth of a thing is how much it is willing to be paid for
and that Christ gave his life when mine was what to be paid for.
I guess all I’m saying is, know your worth.

Now, Saturdays are kinda busy and a lot of times, there is no time to check what has been happening. I came online the next day, at 2:47 pm, I wrote:

So arranged it’s lyrical teeth,
Byte me tell me which app pulled this
Off like the fruit of knowing which
Is good or evil
Me I’m simple
Trained to battle
Biro mantle
And everybody can return and that is the force of folly if not fully first planned.

Now Fink!

Wazzdat

Yesterday I checked my spotify stats
Numbers made me love this exodus that
Started with a song I sang on red night
Life is no exam but complainers read light

Rice and stew is Sunday food, once I lacked and wished I could go back to the days of ten marks but my life has moved.
Who are you, they asked me too; when I tried to tell em “shoo”. Who it fits should wear the shoe but the truth is someone paid for you.

Shooo?

Rest is left to write this
Someone had to hear this
If the first evangelists were like me would I write this?
Those red lines they blew me
Burnt up my apathy

I stopped a while to see if anyone would write something but this was not that kinda day. So at 3:58 PM on the same day, I wrote again:

Teach us to number our days
I counted on the wrong things
Gone they soon were North wind
Angel told me to send applications
But I only got those they sent me
Smiles on the babies I babied
Sweat off the mothers I helped out
In Christ I am Superman
That’s that super mega upgrade
Warn a bros with the gospel
That’s me being legendary
DC made holy charges
But salvation’s still free
We’re dying from our birthday next day might be death day let’s say it’s a party God’s will is that all fed welfare based on Christ being in here not the atmosphere
Preaching is my service though I won the game
Net study plenty, you should do the same
I am God’s finger and my lips paint
Christ crucified and buried and raised
A life that counts is measured by those who gained
But God better be counting or what else is vain?
And that was it. Or so I thought. It appears that there are some days when my people look at the spurts and poems and decide to join in.

A few days, on the 11th at 3:13 PM, Hanna Azubuike wrote. Now, ordinarily, I would count it as a addressing a different topic or matter, but I will let you be the judge of that. She titled the piece “Wrong Address”

Death came knocking at our door
We said it was the wrong address
We said those hoodlums from hell lost their map again
He inquired about our payment
We gave him Christ’s blood
He did an inspection round our fence for a broken edge
He found a carved bronze snake in it’s place
Death was furious
It’s the second time he’s here for this same body
But he always came on April fool’s day,
We told him we could not help him
No matter how he tries to come early,
Abba always has his April’s trick on him
No matter how, the description seems familiar
Wrong was our address

Nice right? Do you think it spoke on “a life that counts?

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

Hanna Azubuike

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The Missing Me

Regenerate Now

Speak the Word, not the situation

Have you seen the Roots movie?

Vital sines

Which Way

Book Review: The Shepherd, The Overseer, and The Soul

A Life that Counts

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