As I am

They say a man is measured
by the weight of his word.

If that is true,
then I stand no taller than politicians—
men fluent in promise,
faithless in keeping,
yet returned to power
by the same hands they failed.

Maybe this is Nigeria.
Maybe this is salvation.

God, choosing men like me
with a history of broken vows,
each one carried
on the tip of my tongue.

And every time I fall short,
He leans close—
not to condemn,
but to remind:

There is grace for this.
Enough to stand again.
Enough to stand before Him.

He asks for nothing polished,
only that I come
as I am.

Olaoye Adeleye
©2026

Appointed

Do you really have to look the part to be selected?
Prim and proper, well dressed
Hair done, turban worn
Steps on a single line
With praying hands
Solemn eyes, long tassels

Do you really have to look the part to be elected?
Not to touch, not to taste, not to handle
Not loudly but surely
Without skeletons falling out of your cupboards
Whitewashed as long as no one sees the tomb

Do you have to look the part to be picked?
Rough edges, Carmel’s skin
Shouting woes, killing bears
Being uneasy, having long beards

Mere eyes deceive
Stay ready, words steady
Knowing his heart, searching his will
Being selected, elected, appointed was never by the looks
It was by the books to show His mercies.

Hannah DGinus
©2026

Restoration

Many were the gifts given
The day Love formed

Many were the gifts lost
The day Trust broke

Many more were the gifts received
The day forgiveness spoke

Many are the ways Love held on.

Ere
©2026

LIGHT IN DARKNESS

While the world chased shadows and ordinary moments, something extraordinary was brewing in the heart of Penspeak Community Unizik.
On the 20th of March, 2025, we gathered again—not for noise, not for trend—but for truth. Hosted by the ever-vibrant GodzNiel, the atmosphere hummed with quiet expectation.

And just as the sun crept gently across the sky, Mc Wisdom stepped forward. Words found their rhythm, and voices turned into vessels. The floor opened, and what followed was more than just poetry—it was revelation.

CULTURE
This is a culture
Where compassion meets conviction,
A culture that values the least, the last, the lost
Where the humble are lifted, and the proud are pay the cost

A culture of forgiveness, where mercy reigns
Where grace is the currency, and love is the aim
A culture that seeks to serve, to give and to bless
Where the great commandment is lived in the lives of the masses

A culture that welcomes the stranger,
A culture that never lacks provisions nor provider

This is the culture of Christ,
A culture shown through it act
Where love is the foundation,
And faith is rooted in hearts

A culture that transforms,
That renews and makes new
A culture that reflects the beauty,
Of a love that’s true
But he didn’t stop there, for there was dessert…

ASK

“Ask, and it shall be given unto you
A promise from the Father, a truth that’s true
In the book of Matthew,thats Jesus spoken words
An invitation to seek, to knock, and to be heard

Ask, and you shall receive
But do you believe?
Do you trust in the goodness of God’s heart?
Do you believe that He’s willing move the heavens and the earth!, to act?

In the Psalms, David asks for guidance and light
He asks for protection, for mercy, and for might
He asks, and God answers, in the most unexpected ways
A reminder that he knows the plan he has for you that of good and not of evil,

So, just Ask! and you shall receive
But what are you asking for?
Are you asking for wealth, for fame, for power?
Or are you asking for wisdom, for love, for an hour?

In James, it’s written, ‘You have not, because you ask not’
What is Manna that he cannot give to you,but just come,
But ASK, SEEK,  KNOCK, REACH AND CLIMB.

He has made provision according to his riches in glory so just …
ASK! …, and watch as God pause the heavens and the earth.
And he summon FAVOR to come to you from everything that has breath.
So,Ask!
and you shall receive, that’s not just a spoken word to you
But a promise from the Father,who is fair and true.”
Just hold on to faith,no fear, 
and believe that he hears!

And while we were still in awe of the delicacy he dropped before us, Deelight waltzed through the door, wielding her pen like a sword, ready to butcher our thoughts…

A PRAYER IN THE STORM…

In the rain that soaks through my skin
Bound by thunders that shake my fragile heart
Teach me to number my days…
Teach me to be ignorant to the complacent ways.

School me properly in your faith-like expertise.
School me to discern between your rebuke and a tease.
Illuminate my parietal and occipital lobes
To creatively craft out not just what is but is to come
Illuminate this momental sea fitted with blue strobes.

Teach that I don’t rise after the storm but in the storm
Oh refiner, purify my originality…no be to dey form.
Sharpen my will like a blade forged in the furnaces of adversity
Instruct me on the steps to take to glorify my very own deity…

Numb the norms in my storm till the waves conform
Their tweet storm of opinions will quickly escalate into a firestorm of controversy, eventually leading to a hailstorm of backlash from the public.
For what is dead may never die…
It is only transformed to conform to the image of that which was beheld.

This is my prayer..

Our hearts bare, our souls in need of repair, maybe next month we’d find the solace we need, in words coated in sugar and honey and pressed firmly against our lips…

Authors;
Mc Wisdom 
Deelight

Gone prodigal again

_I did it again!_
Left my place of rest in search of fading bliss
I called ‘inheritance’ what was mere gifts
Dropped my daily routine to unwind with wild parties
Past achievements that have become ashes
I knew I was out of power but the fan’s still turning in my direction and it felt cool
I knew my embers were getting cold but I couldn’t resist the urge to dance without recharging and see what it felt like
I knew my  light was getting dimmer but I claimed I was shining in the darkness
Away from my Source
Away from who made me son
Away from my true inheritance
Away from my natural habitat

_I did it again!_
How can I face Father this time with shoes on?
How can I expect his forgiveness after the limit for a day?
How can I tell him his robe got torn?
How can I tell him the reason I am back was the memory of the tasty beef in my mouth?
That I want to be welcomed again?
That He was right and I lived wrong again?
How can I tell him I did it again?

Hannah DGinus
©2024

Christrospection

Time’s refreshing there’s a threshing hand are pulling off
I’m uncertain as I set it there’s a shaky thought
First the focus was the process and out of the box
Then we grooved into the tracks that they warned us about
Who hasn’t had to fake forgiveness cause Love is the boss

Weld my hands to them ploughs and comot the noise
Yah my Jireh and the dark is in both of the testaments
Both of the testaments
And my brethren are runners from different walks
Sparking through the throng, Jesus with the miracles
Jesus with the miracles

Zero till he did it
None till he gimme
Sometimes it hurts, but chasing is fun
Faith say he will finish
Blind to the seeming
Sound the horns, let the Word Ones wake

Time to wake the message in the hearts of many men
What was hard before can eat the ease of acumen
Born to start infernos, tongues of fire on their heads
I said Take the full armor, they said Take your meds

Weld my hands to them ploughs and comot the noise
Yah my Jireh and the dark is in both of the testaments
Both of the testaments
And my brethren are runners from different walks
Sparking through the throng, Jesus with the miracles
Jesus with the miracles

Niel Quchi
© 2023

The Fire of God’s Love

What is God’s love?

A good feeling of acceptance or a strong sense of protection from evil?

God’s love is characterised by a commitment to His creation. A commitment to groom, nurture, provide, care, and sustain. The Word says “For God so loved the world” not Christians. His love will be biased if it was only committed to His followers, His nature is void of segregation. He loves the world, He loves His creation and unlike man, His love for us is not based on how well we reciprocate. His love doesn’t diminish when we walk outside His will, it takes a U-turn and chases after us.

God’s love is patient, fierce and eternal. His love never runs out on us because it doesn’t depend on us to keep it fresh. As a matter of fact, we do not have the ability to nurture or sustain it. Our decision to dismiss or accept it does not affect its intensity.

When we read the Adam story, it is tempting to think that God pushed them out of His love and security because they disobeyed Him. On the flip side, God knew that the genealogy of Adam had to begin for Him to send His son to come and provide a channel through which our acceptance seals us eternally to His love. So no, He didn’t push them out, He drew them closer with forgiveness through the sacrifice of the blood of His son, and since we all were in Adam it applies to us too. It is why He says in Hebrews 8:12 “… I will remember their sins no more” because His blood bought us back eternally.

Let’s look at the concept of fire, it refines and destroys. Fire refines gold but is also capable of destroying life and property. Fire burns but also produces. It is true that after a great famine comes a great harvest, if only you let go of all you lost and work towards all you can produce. The question is, what have you decided to make of the heat you feel?

The beauty of salvation is the freedom of choice. God is always willing to refine us as long as we let Him destroy the insecurity we feel, the habits that do not serve our purpose, the jealousy that eats us up, the immaturity that hinders responsibility, the ignorance that hides us from the truth… The list might be endless but the outcome is sure. If we let Him destroy all that is not of Him in our lives, He refines and produces in us beyond our desires. God’swill Ezeonyeka once shared with me that “When God is with you in the fire, the fire is the safest place to be” it blessed me.

Listen friends, the reconstruction you seek will not happen unless you allow God to do the demolition. You cannot get charcoal until you burn wood and no matter how rich your ingredients are, you do not get a meal until you light up the fire.

Let it burn, let the fire of God’s love permeate your being, it is the only fire that truly refines.

Imani Dokubo
© 2023

Turns



A lot is cast
Many a times, wisdom proclaims
Life na tumbo tumbo
one way or another
The wheel spins to everyone’s direction
One or two a time

The sages said
“A good turn deserves another”
The owner of ages said
“Do good, even unto your enemies”
One way or another
The wheels spins to everyone’s direction
One or two a time

Games we played
Children in the streets
Home wasn’t far away
And the lessons out there
Didn’t make us fall short
We learnt to understand
The lot will one way or another
Fall on every player
The mix of pride and grief
When the wheel spins to one’s direction

One is the victor
Another the victim
Negotiating the future
To taste the sweetness of revenge
Or the pride of forgiveness
For when the lot is in favour
But before then, don’t tempt the gods
Your fears will betray you
And when the wheels spins
To one or two a time
Be sure to have The Lord as your lot


Pearlythoughtz
© 2022