Hello, My name is Niel and these are the ChristaPoet Freestyle Sessions.

The topic was RELATIONSHIP, on August 7th 2021. But Only I, Niel, wrote at all that day at 5:07pm:

Fire in my eyes, Water on my 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 he brews more disciples than me
God got babies, I’m a nanny and the job is paying
Z why I’m asking peeps all over Lagos if they’re saved
Fire in a rainstorm
Burning all your doubts
Argument and miracles, pick what you’re about
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 that won names in him
Saturated God-ness The Reason and the Risen

Yeah
But the next day, at 4:43 PM, I felt another write-up itch from behind the doors of my fingers:

Testy testimonials testifying to tasting fire
Tess or Tracy, the test is changing text to power
Traceback to the prophets and testimonies of 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

And that seemed to touch Godswill somewhere because at 6:21 PM he said:

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


What a savior
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

And that must have touched Zoe Ziva because at 7:14 PM, Zoe Ziva wrote up:

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 sit, 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 Eremi never misses a word party. At 7:22 PM, she bubbled to the surface:

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 like 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 will be all the works of his hands, upon which he poured his essence. So if you ever feel distant from Him, lool 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. I felt that.

This year, ChristaPoet wants to give you a special perspective on 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. The topic you just read was “Relationship.”

Authors:
The Niel Quchi
Ezeonyeka Godswill
Zoe Ziva
Eremi Pearl

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.


July the 9th, 2021

At 10:09 AM, I made known the topic of the day. It was one of those days when I wanted people to give me some advice. Unfortunately, that is all I am going to say as a background because I don’t recall the particular situation in my life that prompted my choosing the topic.

The day’s topic was WISDOM OF MAN and I dictated up to two other variations of it. And true to form, no one had written on it as of 6 pm; this was that kind of topic.

At 6:42 PM, I wrote:

It’s hard to talk about this kinda topic
And not do some self finger-pointing
If na others now we go quick to critic
Whose eye are you gonna see your eyes with

Man’s wisdom doesn’t point itself out
We drink sense from the Word of God bouts
And there he goes forming sense now
The Truth is it is God who holds and keeps me

My mates’ successes tip me on jealousy
But I learned to see
Fighting bent of knee
Jesu Christi genes
Omo made of him
True wisdom is knowing how wise a man is not
And sharply reckoning
Godless sense is nuts

Never to be missing in action, at 7:07 PM; Eremi:

“My people say…”
Ehen! na im.
Wen that talk dey
I know sey somebody wan invoke
Another person wey experience something
Wey no match wetin I expect
Sealed to leak through time
Experiences sewn in words
From generation through generations

“My people talk sey…”
In it, is the thread of Wisdom and folly
Of pride and humility
Of truth and lies
Of love and hatred
Of brotherhood and alienation
Of The good, the bad and every other thing that follows

I no get beef with wetin anybody cook
But if e no dey cooked with the wisdom of God
Drop am like hot potatoes
Else, after you burn your tongue
You go find out sey e no make sense

As time dey tic talk
Nah so things dey change too
For this equation we call life,
change nah the only constant
Wey still be variable
No choose man wisdom
Over wetin God talk oh
Him words old pass this world sef
Yet still dey fresh like today bread
After all nah bread of life Him be.

Where I been dey go sef?

Haha, I love the fact she wrote in pidgin and ended like that. I continued at 7:22 PM:

Ask Google
Except when you need a Doctor like Skylar Grey
Cause trouble
Then turn around and vex for government everyday

No be lie
But you didn’t verify it
You say the Bible says
But you heard it from a pastor
Heard it in passing
Aren’t you forgetting
All of us are human
God sent sense in the belly of a woman
When the nigga show, im prayer life na constant
God first Sir, to their wisest I’m a foolish man
See them shouting “something must to kill a man”

At 7:37 PM, Godswill graced us with his “nine-eyes” lines:

I lost the will to own my life when I met me
I marvel at the spawn of wickedness I think
I am a testimony that wisdom does not come naturally

I have lived loved and died carefully
I know failure does not respect efforts and planning
I am a witness that wisdom is no common feat

I wrote these 3 so we could see clearly
I like any other man falls short completely
I can only make it through by wisdom’s lead

And that was it. It was a brief spell and we enjoyed it and began to talk normally after the bouts.

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:
The Niel Quchi
Eremi
Ezeonyeka Godswill

June 17th, 2021,


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.

This is one of those that freetyling started the day before. The itch to scribble was incessant and spontaneous. A day before the 18th, at 9:40 AM, TC wrote:

I never knew what life was

I thought I knew
Help me live this life
That you’ve given me
Like a child who has never lived mortal life
This life you’ve given me
Is weaning me from my milk diet
The only life I’ve ever known


I never knew what life was
I thought I knew
Till you gave me one
And everything tasted better
Like my taste buds were made for this
Now, I’m like the child Oliver twist
needing more and can’t seem to get enough
You make life make sense


I want some more
Now I know better coz this tastes alot better
Going back to my former diet
Tastes like death
I need you coz you’ve got the recipe
To this dish, called life
And I like the way you dish it out

Freely, in abundance

But this was before I unveiled the topic: Way maker. Tell us, do you think he wrote in alignment?

At 7:08 AM, Zoe Ziva wrote in:

The One who makes a way without bricks nor sand

Stepped right into me and gave me the same ability
So I stand before the water and tell it to part

Stand before the rock and water responds.

The way is no longer a question
The maker is the same
We know who He is
J.E.S.U.S The Christ, living in our hearts.

But TC wasn’t done. He came at 7:24 AM: .


..light in the darkness
That is who you’re
Path-paving on the highways of redsea
Layer of asphalt on the sea of galilee
Builder of ramps with the high walls of jericho
Taken up to flight on heavens airways
No need for doors, walking through walls is the norm.

*continues morning devotion

Very amusing…he gave us a glimpse into what he was doing. You can then almost picture his mind’s perspective. At 9:07 AM Godswill chimed in and said his piece:

I have thought so long and written much
About Peter feet-skating on storms
I can’t fathom that what was required was a word

My awe at the wonder that is Jesus
Stems from the multiplicity of manifestation
To an ever consistent identity of awesome

How he chisels pathways of peace on my stony heart
How he calls me out on faith courses with his thorough word so sure
And just like sinking Peter, I don’t regret walking with the waymaker

Sometimes, poets write exactly what you want to read.

9:35 AM, I wrote into the fray:

WayMaker

Caretaker, building me to window I preached and then I am stoned
Chairmen sit, they’re bored of directors but I am throned
Made king to serve in Church, right where I was shown
The seed to sow to grow and be grown
And all this was impossible

I sit elected by the grace you have to celebrate
He overdosed me with the same, the G.OD innate
And I could have died
Because I lied when I said I can make the heights
Pawn I be too, I need the hand of God to fight


WayMaker
DayMaker
Chain breaker
DeathSlayer
TimeKeeper and TimeHolder
The start and Finish

I guess it’s Sapa and a demon wey dey lie give us
Guides and Maps are found in Christ wey you carry give us

I think my lines were more amusing than profound, although no one was so lacking in profundity.

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:
TC
Niel Quchi
Zoe Ziva
Ezeonyeka Godswill

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.

Yes I wanna be starting something!
I have to be startin’ somethin!!!

Today, we look at the last day of May 2021. On this day, the 31st of May, at 10:29pm, for no apparent reason that the need to read, I wrote:

I was a child when we started walking
The heights were hid beyond the clouds, I would practice staring
And Father told me face your school work, it more important
And when you’re done with that then facing this won’t be discordant
But what he didn’t say was that we were a fam of peasants
And dreams belong to those who don’t mind being the miscreant

I wonder though about the people who were here before me
We talk of passion now but some of them would find it funny
They live from hand to mouth and yet their stomachs live on empty
There is no height but tables made of meat and something juicy

But that was just a spark of Niel. On this day, Chika brought ze fire. She started at 10:55pm, Chika St. Davnique, goddess of CaP wrote:

So many times we wished to ring the bell of truth.
To dial the phone and say the words that our hearts were heavy with.
To explain the real thread of reason that held our acts together.
To let go of that addiction born of sleeping with our pain.
To yell. …sing along to melody we once loved
Scream at the shape of our frustration. ..
Dance.
Dare.
Dream.
So many times we stopped short.
No right time ever showed,
Until many left and time ran out on
us

St. Davnique

She tagged it #oldiegoodie

She had probably written it a while back. She continued st 11:06pm, so close to the next day, and said:

SWEET BY AND BYE

I came.
I saw
I was conquered. ….
Slain in the arms of total surrender.
Banking on strength beyond my ken.
You held my hands.
Taught me to walk on bended knees.
I did not think equality a gift to be contended over

Why bother?
You are the best part of uncertain tomorrows.

Nothing is sure on this side of time

But You…
You are the pressed down,running overflow,

Flowing from the wells of my existence and essence.

My defined definition, definitely.

Boulders bask beside boulevards be speaking the bedazzling beauty of your magnanimity.

Phew!

Words be dear and rare

Scarce,yet I dare to share
like scarves carved into history as they wrapped a widow’s two mites

As carefully guarded as two fish and five loaves,

let these mine mind meditations mindfully yours truly be more minded fully,
That they be Yours,multiplied fully.
Bringing in a harvest of not just sweet words but lived love

Until I meet you at eternity’s near side.
I remain yours truly Jesus,

the Saint on Your heart’s side


St. Davnique.

The way she signs them, you have to know that she was not freestyling.

11:34pm

Could she have typed so fast in a freestyle session?..


Her last entry for the day:

DRUNKEN CONFESSIONS

I’m feeling one kain
Just a few sips was all I took
I swear down guy!

I’m too tush for slurry talk

See,
I’ve never been but if I were,
I figure I’d be able to tell you that I’m scared!!!

Man!!! I dey fear die!!!

No be say go come,

But na only God know say I dey doubt!

Like I look at my reflection and I wonder,

“Who’s the lair,”

My past wonder or my present pain?

But I’m not at all drunk so I can’t be caught unfresh

I mean how can I let you know I’m a loser?

Yes oh!

I don forget wetin e be like to score goal!

Man, don’t get me wrong oh,

God has been good oh.

But how do I tell you that I struggle to be grateful,

Because the blessings come in trickles where pain is a flood?

My guy leave matter.

I’m probably the biggest fraud you’ll ever meet.

Yahoo girl ni mi!


But wait let me drink small water and see if I’ll be fine.

I’m still feeling…one kain

Yeah, and her writing is fluid. She likes to just play around with delivery and style. I like it. And she called it “Drunken Confessions”. What do you think? Was she writing under the influence?!

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
Chika St. Davnique