W.A.R

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And I was taught that the characteristics of living things were MR NIGER D or MR NIGER LAC at times
So one of the attributes of my living is to die, but when we are not getting enough from the full bucket of grace we sing for the Spirit to fill our cups only so we can live how we want and in the end we just kick the bucket, and return to dirt.

Pardon me, but how ironic is it that you have been made to believe that the characteristic of an actual living thing is death?. So you lack a life span because when you try to fight with good intentions and it seems hard you just quit after all if you can’t beat them all you have to do is join in, am not a weakling it’s called adaptation, so if we compete through life then I am done with all my duties on earth as a man and my mission is finally complete.
No, but this is war, really are we ready? Continue reading

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

*WAGES AND GIFTS*

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Numerous thoughts all to what intent

Looking for that which can truly satisfy my hearts’ content

Seeing there is so much left undone

All seems so enormous, how do I start this one? Continue reading

THE STRENGHT OF MY HEART

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I moaned in a rejected hour of lurch,

Bitterly feeling the ray of my burden scorch.

I mopped standing in a boat of affliction,

Driven by a sale of storm into the land of confusion. Continue reading

ALL I WANT TO DO

I feel lost

Lost in a wilderness unknown

Fill of sheets and ropes

Tying me bound without freedom

And I search inside of me

To know exactly

How I ended up here Continue reading

FROZEN IN THE DARK

Life can be ice cold when you lose someone you love ……………………

I was frozen in the dark

staring at everything and yet, seeing nothing,

floods of tears running down my cheeks,

Tons of weight suppressing  my fragile heart,

I was frozen in the dark

unable to move my dead soul ……………

Shot out of the beauty of living into nothingness,

Vagueness of life seemed to make some sense.

I was frozen in the dark..

I didn’t feel alive,

I wasn’t alive!

I was lost ….

Far in space …

Blank in mind …

Empty in soul …

Broken in spirit …

I was frozen in the dark … Continue reading

I’VE KNOWN SIN

Don’t stare at me like that…

Lest the creator lose his wages…

and I become a mirror of my past.

Cast your eyes sternly,

Place your gaze appropriately,

Do I really look like a saint?

Well, I am one today.

But, once I was lost, Continue reading

AWESOMENESS OF REDEMPTION

In that dark and lonely prison

I sat neglected and alone

Kept company only by reason

And many a tear rolling down in a sob

I tried to move for want of ease

The chains clanked the pains increased

The worst had happened and hopes decreased

For everyday brought me closer to sorrow’s abyss

But how did i get this far

How could i have missed my way?

How could i not understand?

That paradise i had already given away

My heart quakes and quivers as i remember

That it hadn’t always been this way

But now all the memories concur

And i have a story to tell, my story

A story long in its stride but yet precise

Short it may seem but detailed it is

Tis a story of one who lost his way

And now heads undoubtedly for shame

As i said this course i now undertake

 Was not the first my feet would ever tread,

But just a choice i made one day

Was enough to seal my fate.

Like a slow fade

I had stepped away

For a moments pleasure and spice

I had given away love and paradise

As i trudged along hopelessly

A voice called out my name sweet and sincere

A silver lining in the darkest of clouds

Twas my first love calling me home again

Reach out and believe he said

You don’t have to end this way he said

But it couldn’t be that easy i thought to myself

How could he i had hurt so much still draw me to Himself?

As i reached out he reached out to me

He pulled me up and out of my chains

And like a flash i was on my long forgotten path

I was free at last i am free at last

As we walk along

My joy knows no bounds

I don’t have to look forward to eternal doom

Cos i walk the part of life with my one true love

As we talk, his words refresh

He’s always there even when no one cares

He helps me through this journey to paradise

My story has now become a love story

by

Ezeonyeka Godswill