Hope you’re doing great?
So last weekend we had our first Freestyle Friday for the month of February, and it would be my pleasure to do this recap with you. My name is Miracle, and I hope you have as much fun as I do. Let’s go!
The theme of our Freestyle Friday session was Different. And as usual, this session was led by our man at the helm, the Niel Quchi
He started off with this beautiful opener at 05:01pm WAT
Tell the Ballards that the story repeats
Calling fire down to burn up the streams
Trying to see over all of the winks
And all of the grace and blessings got me thinking different
Eyes stayed on the gospel
John 1 is my gust pulled
Out a bottle of the Most High
Found I’m human and I still lie
But the cleansing sense is different
I am Paul plotting revenge
Gotta hit em with a message differen!!
Holy Spirit on the supervise
They who wins souls are called wise
Some reasons aren’t called ‘whys’
They are excuses that make us no differen!
I’ve been writing for a few years
Still expanding trying to match peers
We’ll be different till the chaff clears
Bring blood, no dey bring tears
He was then followed by the talented Tolu (The Alchemist) by 05:51pm with;
Different we may seem, diverse as can be
But beneath our skin, we all are free
Free to love, free to dream
And in our hearts, a common theme
Different colors, different ways
Different beliefs, different days
But deep within, we all have pain
And a longing for love to remain
Different languages, different scripts
Different voices, different lips
But in the end, we all desire
To have our spirit lifted higher
Different paths, we may have trod
Different burdens, we may have carried on
But in the end, we all seek peace
And the joy that comes with release
So let us embrace our differences
And cherish our unique existences
For in diversity, lies our strength
And the beauty of a world at length.
There was a bit of a lull as we took in Tolu’s beautiful words, when the beautiful Sophia Dawodu came in with this poem at 07:56pm
Is there a mirror for the mind?
A mirror to see the changes my fingers have lost numbers to count.
A mirror to see how there isn’t enough breath to count the length of eternal my life now is.
Is there a mirror enough to capture the image of… “new man” ?
“You, mine” branded by the holy spirit was the product when he said “it is finished”
“I, yours” became the awareness of his gift when I said “I believe”
This was then quickly followed by a beautiful entry by our beloved CAPtain Ezeonyeka Godswill at 08:01pm:
Have you ever thought of the words “make sense”. How it rolls of our tongues when someone takes something from nonsense to some sense our weary gleefully recognize that there is thought behind design and a little bit of the chaos has been conquered.
To make sense is also to confine meaning to limited boundaries. To define design as bearing structured distance from anything else. It bears natural difference as its man-given right. It makes sense.
Have you ever thought what it means when God says I made you. That there is thought behind your design, that you are a little bit of conquered chaos orchestrated and carved to confine structure. You are made. That means you are distant from others. DIFFERENT
And as is quick becoming her custom, the multi-talented Eremipaghmo Pearl came in with a spillover on Sunday by 11:43am:
You and I can’t be the same
There’s no need
No matter how hard we may try
In making our prints like others
We will at best be copies
And if it’s for the fame
we’ll both lose the game
We’re different moving parts of a beautiful Unit
In our uniqueness
We still show the beauty there is
In the singleness of heart
See, same thing may influence our steps
But our response will always reveal our difference
I don’t deny our oneness
For we were hewn from same rock
But when we became chips
Our positioning and perspectives
Gives the world different viewpoints
Of what our source prolly looks and feels like
You and I can never be the same
We’re different branches from same tree
If this isn’t a great way to end the freestyle exercise for the first week of February, I don’t know what is!
I hope you were blessed by these words, I hope it inspires you to be different, to embrace your uniqueness. But most of all, I hope these words remind you whose you are. Have a beautiful rest of the week. Bless Up!
Tolu (The Alchemist)