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A tale of compassion and faith

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Penspeak Communities across Nigeria have recently taken up Freestyle Fridays hosted by The Godzniel. This is a collection of poems from Penspeak Community UNEC freestyles in January 2025.

From the watchtower, Iruoma cried out:

I am compassion, a gentle breeze
That calms a raging soul and quiets pain to freeze
I run in obscurity, yet understanding I seek
To heal a silent wound that mouth can’t utter

Like flower that blooms in desert oasis
So am I, a savour taste to the broken soul
I’m a badge of mercy, worn by one who’s torn
An irresistible gentle word, that calms a storm

I see beyond the fist, the anger and pain
And serve a feast of kindness, to wash the heart’s deep stain
I’m a dose of hope, that keeps each day aglow
A beacon of light, in the darkest place I go

I am compassion, I offer listening ears
Pay attention and owe no debt to negligence
I am the greatest gift to humanity
The loudest voice of love
I walk enduring miles
Leaving trails of smiles

Taking the wheel again, Iruoma launched:

With heart swift and low on  paths unknown
I plead to listen to the quiet whisper, that binds me whole
With convictions strong on choices made

I plead to heed the persistent voice of truth
With barns so enriched, and yards full of glittering gold
I pray to harvest, with mind full of sight

To sift grain from chaff, and separate truth from false
And with each step to embark, a journey of uncertainty
I pledge to trust the gentle guide

For He’s the spirit of the divine, with mysteries to unveil
He grants a sense of immortality, in the stillness, a peaceful knowing of secrets untold.
And moments to disobey in doubt, are times to will in regret

Not wanting the momentum to die out, Neche Goodnews took the baton on the relay:

 “Wish upon a shooting star and make your wish come true”
Senior said to me as we stared at the night sky
“So, make the wish”, he said to me as I was beholding the awe of the star littered sky
I close my eyes and make my wish and open my eyes into the present
A decade had gone by but I still reminisce the days gone by
I fasten up my tie while facing the mirror

What a decade it has been
Peril and strife fought their way into my world but I persevered
The psychological breaks and lapses chipped away at my very soul but I didn’t derange
As I go towards my bag, a thought enters my mind and a smile is found on my face
“Your wish is profound and pure, its impact, ground shaking, all I might not see it actualised but I can behold its potential”
Senior said to me, that was one of our last conversations
“It’s no time to slack, the world will soon be in awe”
I say as I take my bag and leave my place

People see the outcome of reality
I behold a future of possibilities
My wish would ensure that
Until then, I carry on

See you next month!

Authors:
Iruoma
Neche Goodnews

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Hi there, Gods masterpiece. Hope your day is going really great. I’m sure it would get even better as we ride through this together. This particular Friday was fire – Holy fire.

Date: 6th of September, 2024.
Our able host GodzNiel introduced the Topic: TEMPLATE. And then, it rained – heavy.

The captain Godswill Ezeonyeka gathered the clouds with this:
Jesus lived life like a lesson
With skin and bones he wrote everlasting message
The 12 testified to His throne and testing
History is witness to the first God-man person

After a few minutes, the amazing Imani Nnaemeka M. came in with this piece:
The first God-man
I have contemplated not once or twice of His concept of freedom.
I consider it wise that His rhythms are unforced yet instructive for life.
I am learning to let go quicker these days, it’s vital for motion.
Death has existed for decades, yet still shocks when it stings.
A reminder of the finite state of our mortal body and time here.
A pull and quickening towards destiny for those with the template.
One that comes with intimacy and an open heart. A daily death.
I have contemplated not once or twice of His concept of freedom.
And I consider it wise that His concept is dynamic yet instructive for life.

She continued…

Template guides design but you only get to see through the colour of light shone.
What lens do you see from?
What eye are you using, the good eye or bad?
It always comes down to perspective and relativity but the heart’s intent is always laid bare,
And what it mirrors visible for all to see, open to be captured in history books by men, for men.
Let your light so shine before men, is a call to own his light in you and lit up the path for others.
Being changed into the same image from glory to glory, is an invitation for transformation.
The quality of the believer’s life is laced with an obedience that tames man’s appetite.


Almost immediately, our beloved Hannah DGinus continued the flow of blessings:
This is the template
Heal the sick
Raise the dead
Care less about diabolic schemes
Just believe

This is the template
Get deep roots
Bear God’s fruit
Bear your burden
Bear another’s burden

This is the template
Give your coat along with your shirt
Go two miles when one mile is demanded
Lend to a brother without interest
Stop looking lustfully for your own interest

This is the template
Man in God’s image and likeness
Man dominating what God created
Man hating sin and loving righteousness
Man punishing all disobedience


Then the phenomenal Ugwu David C. came in with this:
I have always known
That ” I am well able to take the city “

El Shaddai give me undivided heart
And I will be fully persuaded in your unfailing love and power.

Nothing is impossible in my clan.
Don’t you know that am from the Bloodline of Miracles Workers..

We give life to the dead
And call things that are not and they appear.

The sun ☀️ is darkness compared to the light of of my Christ.
Jesus is my king, my light and my lamb.

I am sent here to raise the dead, not to listen to mourners,
Where are the dead show me, let me show forth our signature…

Signs and wonders follows me like disciples
I and my Heavenly Father is one.

Whoooshhh. I know I’m not alone in feeling the power from these words. Hannah DGinus continued:

I am sent to raise the dead, not to listen to mourners

When will this be real in my life?
I have lost five aunties
I have lost brethren to cancer
When can I practically live this bible verse?
When can I look forward to visiting National hospital?
When will my hands touch a grave and the earth shakes?

But Christ is my template
Even if this has not come to be
I will groan until my body is a reflection of him.


Ugwu David C. flowed in immediately with this:
God of the hills,
And God of the valley.
No one knows how old you are, Ancient of days.

Your grace have crowned me envy of the world,
I am blessed in the city, blessed in the country and all over the world.

Armed by your love
I conquer tribes after tribes.
Your Name , your right arm is greatest everlasting sword⚔️

Demons scamper and beg for mercy,
But I promise them none
Praise God, the blind can see, I have brought them new eyes👀

Don’t ask why the lame are dancing,
The gospel has triumphed
Good news have conquered the city

My mother is happy,
I will eat a good meal today,
Peace envelopes my father’s heart
Joy has beautified by wife,
My siblings laughs in God’s comedy
Glory to God forever

Imani Nnaemeka M. came in hot again:
God is good
God is good

He loves me
He loves me

Words I recite when I hear he snatched another.
Death, the only victory we mourn.
Life, the ultimate triumph.
I praise God for giving us the privilege to choose our eternal state.
The gates we unlock here, make all the difference.

Then from our very own GodzNiel :
Christ is the Template
Sit truth on my plate
You are no longer tied down
Tell the church to wake now
Where are the public edges?
Who wrote your new pledges?
Esau I did hate, but Jacob is despised
The willful will not wait and pride perfumes their disguise

Christ is the template
Lord, Oil me to your taste
Fear attacks my eyes next
Jesus trimmed my excess,
and healed me of my nonsense
Anger bubbles up, when I look across my estate
Talents in the ground, demons meant to seal my fate
But the Lord popped in the dungeon,
He made clay of The Dragon
Yeshua woke me, moulded me, and it is
To meGod who said, ‘Son..

…Christ is still the template.
I am he who writes fate.
Be confident in Truth
Break the bands and come up

I have words for you to speak,
You are mine
The past was not your peak,
I am.
Patience, Love and My Words,
Take your eyes off this World.
You will die the death I choose.
You will not live on the views
Drink my blood and wash your halls
I am the Judge and I am God
Sit down now and write it out.
Cameras were once a dream
I am all you’ll ever need
Edit your fees to fit your feet
Defeat the filth with faith and prayers
Peel back the sins, repent in layers
Don’t wait or beg, I spoke and looked
Son, watch and pray, to me be hooked

Christ is still, the template
It’s folly to repent late
Christ is the template
Obedience trusts in God’s gate
Christ is the template
I just listen and paste

Imani Nnaemeka M. wasn’t stopping till she had us all in Holy flames:
Glory to God forever more
For clothing my spirit with flesh, and crowning me with the power to express His dominion here.
Glory to God forever more
For teaching my feet to dance in storms,
And songs of comfort on rainy days.
Glory to the highest!

GodzNiel came in again:
Prayer call,
I part seas and you see

Prayer call
I made fire and blue sea

Prayer call
Raise a banner and stand firm, my people

Prayer call
Allow them to hate you

No debating, or waiting, the blood is shouting
Down to crises
Drown the pisces, and burn the pieces
Throw away all the unholy practices
Species, without God, bolt their way to extinct
Shun the dark, and tell your beast to obey the King
Which is it?
Alive, we are cups of Him
Alive in Him
Besides Him is death indeed
Faith in Him
The Lord is enough for me
The great E.G.
The Template of Life and Peace

Then Imani Nnaemeka followed with this:
You are mine
The past was not your peak
I am

Peal back the sins
Repent in layers

Arrrgh!
Sweet Jesus 😌

There was no stopping at this point. Just like I said, it rained – heavy.

The passionate GodzNiel had a lot more to give :
Holy
Holy
Holy is the Lord on High
Throned
Casting crowns elder their knees.
Alone,
The Lamb of God,
The Kind of God,
Above,
The sign of days before the sun
Again,
The time before the stars were born
I said,

Holy is the Lord who teaches
His saints
Holy is the Lord who speaks
And sends
Holy is the Lord who sits
Alive
Holy is the Lord who gives
The Life

Every thing that has breath
Looks to Yahweh to have sight
Hearing Yah to know sound judgement
God created elements
From nothing to universe
Do repent, it’s exigent
Return to the template
Return to what God says

Aren’t we so blessed through this access to the throne of grace!

Hannah DGinus was not done at all:
You will die the death I choose
Hard truth!
Let’s listen and obey
The more we obey
The less we pray amiss
This is Christ’s template

With more intensity, GodzNiel had us hooked on these words:

Let us pray to awaken to the Voice of the Lord
To be clear of the cobwebs, blocking off the Word
Let us run from sin, than be destroyed because we’re bored
Be reborn in the Lord and refuse to cut the cord

Thank God for his Word
That he hasn’t washed his hands off
Thank Jesus for the blood
That the dark can’t turn the lights off

In the era to come, the walk will leave the park
We’ll face the choice to be Christ or to be Tony Stark
The Horses born of the Seals are riding in the Lands
Lord keep me under the cross, to catch blood from your Hands
To eat your broken body, and cry ‘Holy’ wholly
May I live for you, Jesus, and hallelujah boldly


Followed immediately by Imani Nnaemeka M.:
It’s funny yet comforting to know that in this Kingdom of ours we never grow to be independent.

The template is abiding
The structure is intimacy
The fuel is love

From our first declaration of acceptance to our absence in the body, we are dependent on him for every thing at every time in every way and He has promised never to leave nor forsake us.

What a love 😍
Thank you Jesus 🙌🏼

Then few minutes later, King David came in strong again with these
It is a long distance journey,
Unless you will come with me
I travel by chariots of fire 🔥

Don’t be afraid
You won’t be burnt
If you believe in this truth I tell you–
That Christ is alive.

You’ll cease to be clay
Silver and gold will envy you
You will become flames of glory.
But before we visit the angels estate
Walk on water with me.

Come,
Take my hand
It is easy.

Gods faithfulness is unfailing !

Hannah DGinus kept the flames burning with these:
We will face the choice to be Christ or Tony Stark

Iron man was hero until the world saw Christ
We were Tony Stark until we met Christ
Iron man, or should I say “we,” have become daily sacrifice
It’s a win-win
When we meet the Grand Master of Endgame

GodzNiel was not done just yet:
Jesus
Take these lungs longing for your way
Take these eyes eyeing what you say
Take these feet and fit them in the harvest
Her vest escape my eyes but not the Lord’s mesh
Animated spirit, we need reeducation
We’re your nation
Take us to where we lay down everything
No saw the demons, they only saw foolish virgins

Jesus, Son of The Abba
Only you Lord can cover your own from all the danger
Only you can whisper us warnings before the stranger

Help us choose and stand
Help us choose to stand
You are strength and wisdom
Please hold us by hand


Hannah DGinus came in again with this piece:
I get
When it is the Lord you meet
You fall as one dead
Whispers, suggestions, and soft voice becomes command
Gist becomes instruction
That sonship is responsibility
Stories are footprints, blueprints…

Few minutes later, the phenomenal ChyD came in with this:
Experience is shaped by perception.
Perception by knowledge and conviction.
You either wear God’s yoke like a badge of honor or an instrument of oppression.
If I were a blogger, I would be posting lifestyle content.
I would manny through Ice Age and with each rhema, I would turn on my ring light to spill tea.
I would be showing off muscles gotten from lifting weights of bondage and oppression;
Body toned by years of fasting and prayers
My viral video would be a challenge of 24 hours dry fasting and praying.
I’ll boast of getting fired from my job for preaching Jesus, because I have joined the Justice league.
Paul dem mandem!
I would count my self denials like I count my blessings.
And add each one to my mark of Christ
Pain is gain
And like a gym rat, I’ll continue going back to my addiction!
Christ!

And Ugwu David C. had more Marvelous words:
Thunder be quiet
Let them hear my voice.
Don’t you know beautiful ones?

El Shaddai is the Ocean Divider, he transplant nations with ease.

Like a farmer transplant a plant ☘️ he transplanted Abraham and his descendants to a better soil.

Where do desire to go?
Write it down
And make it plain
Give to me,
If you don’t have pen

You can recite it in your heart
My Father is a Spirit
He knows all things
Rejoice
It is a done deal✅

Soil flowing with milk and honey


Few minutes later, Hannah DGinus shared this:
Paul dem man dem
Paul dem mad men
I’m looking forward to this madness
Fool for Christ?
World’s foolishness
Fool for Christ?
God’s wisdom


Then Imani Nnaemeka M. put this in:

He sets me up for royal treats in the darkest storms and redeems me with the outpour of his spirit and an overdose of merriness and joy.

Surely goodness and mercy follow me forever as I am now a host of His eternal spirit and life.

Just as he gathered the clouds, he concluded with these words Godswill Ezeonyeka:

I am stone
Jesus is model
God is sculptor

All this hammering
Is proof of God’s labouring
And Jesus perfect posturing

The freestyle Friday was over but these words remain in our hearts as flames that wouldn’t quench, seeds that would bear much fruit in season and out of season. Thank you for coming all the way with me, Its always lovely when we do this together. Have a spectacular day. I’m JahzRhythm and till next time, Adios.

Authors:
Godswill Ezeonyeka
Imani Nnaemeka M.
Ugwu David C.
Hannah D’GInus
GodzNiel
ChyD

Gambling, The Word and Word of Knowledge

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Hello Friends!

It’s been a hot minute since we did this, and how I’ve missed hanging out with you on this space. In that time, a lot has happened on the team and with us individually, but more importantly, there have been a few Freestyle Fridays we haven’t shared with you. Let’s catch up shall we?

Once again, my name is Miracle, and I hope we have a fun ride together!

Day: The 12th day of May, 2023

Topic: Gambling, The Word and Word of Knowledge

Host: The talented, pun-flinging, passionate Niel

And as is his custom, he opened the floor with this lovely poem:

Spear tip got embarrassed by the handle
Throw down, news keeps melting the candle
Found my lines in the abstract
How we drink souls when we contact
Dirty days till the weekends
God first only on the weekends
And the rope has no weak ends
Just handshakes where the grip ends

Dead Calm interior
My senior is the King and a Savior
Cry Terean
Jesus is the Criteria

He soon chased it with another one:

I heard like a sentence
Knew it like in past sense
This one no be pretense
Holy Spirit snitched this

At the moment of impact,
Choosing to trust the God pact
He said it would happen
But the voice was deep in
What I read about this?
Can’t believe it happened!

Jéh Jéh

Learning to trust what we call the leading
Few years in not as blunt as the beginning
Sometimes I relate what it is I been living
Good to see someone send a nod in
Ministry moments in the dip like Jonah
The Word confirmed being the crux of the matter

But what it looks like?
The pain is locked tight
My skin it hungers
For cream and tundras
The river still flows
To glitch to limbo

I take that One Speech and Gilgamesh things

Then our Captain Sir Godswill Ezeonyeka sent this beautifully loaded piece in:

#word #word #word
and pastor don slap person pikin unto deliverance
but we cannot question spiritual authority abii

#word #word #word
we gamble our freedom on man-made altars
because our souls are cheap enough for miracles

#word #word #word
Is it no longer spectacular enough that Jesus died
Must we travel to the next big event to hear the Spirit within

#word #word #word
God forbid I speak against men of God that minister
But be careful not to exchange God for those men that can fail

#word #word #word
You have the exact same access as any minister of God
The Word is still available, the Spirit is still with you

And then Eremi came in a little later with this:

I see into the future
I see into the past
20 ahead
20 behind
What can I say;
I was born with a 20/20 vision
And I have seen that
The story of a future
Is just as important as his-story
Counting backwards
Aren’t we all living the past in our future
No, not the past you think you remember
The past that was established before you breathed earth’s oxygen
That was the beginning of forgetting who we are
So I looked ahead and saw what it is
In a universe that defeats matter
My days still matter there as it does here
So when I take a step
And talk about it
The blind ones call it gambling
The not so blind ones call it gambling with faith
Only those that see, call it words of knowledge

Then the beautiful Damaris sent in this short, but beautiful piece:

Cards are dealt, bets are made
A rush of adrenaline, a price to pay
The odds are stacked, against my favor
But hope springs eternal, like a savior

30 minutes later, while we were still reacting to and interacting with the pieces sent in, Ini Brown sent in this beautiful poem, pledge, promise:

I’m all in,
I put my chips all on the God for I’m one who believes.
Never ignorant of life’s cards, even the ones up Satan’s sleaves
My odds are chances of mountains being cast into the seas
But faith is a rigged bet, it’s more than the eye sees.

I say again, I’m all in, I stake my life on the God head.
Devil asked to play Russian roulette, but the gun on his head.
My life is hidden in God hand, so I can stake it on his cred.
Now watch what God did, cos I believe what God said.

Apparently Niel wasn’t done, because he came back a few minutes later with this:

I take that one speech and Gilgamesh’s themes,
My conversation hinges on the least of extremes.
Foolish to dyings, apologies abound,
In my red jotter, planning thoughts I’ve found.

I hide, attempting to secure a good thing,
My conversations sway on the slightest string.
Foolish to dyings, some prey on the priest,
Father, father, and mama, the church drama, our feast.

In the dance of conversations, subtle and grand,
Where ideas intertwine and viewpoints expand,
Within discourse, visions take their flight,
Philosophy merges with contemporary might.

Yet I’ve discovered arguments don’t help preaching’s aim,
Except when shared with the boys, Bibles open, aflame.
The tugging of thoughts, a beckoning call,
A glimpse of wisdom, embracing one and all,
For in the fusion of old and new,
True meaning emerges, perspectives imbue.

Is it a gamble, this quest we pursue,
To seek understanding, with eternity in view?
Intertwined in the tapestry we have sewn,
Balancing tradition with a forward glance, we’ve grown.

In the realm of knowledge, a delicate dance,
Bridging the gap of ages, taking a chance,
Molding our thoughts for a world from the Word cast,
Where the challenge is embraced, open minds steadfast.

Weaving threads of insight, where synergy thrives,
Ancient and modern together, truth survives.
Uncovering wisdom that allows us to be,
In this gamble we agree, from silence to the scream, we see.

Stuck in the voting, facing the T,
We will call on him, for in him we’re set free.

Then this session ended with Ebube who always delivered her poems with such gut punching honesty, and grace:

Capital city property site
A bunch of estate men would love to buy.

Who would possibly beat this high price, Oh please say no more
That these ones who sit on rock clefts and cry no cash!!!

Would beat the price,
For I know they won’t.

I know they walk by sight,  citing obvious references instead of the word point blank
A pinch of faith they won’t risk their lives for and hop in, on the swings of doubt they pull left to the right

Mehn….nnn are they blind to light, deaf to true faith birthed  by the word.
The exact faith that comes by simply hearing the word,
A value loaded currency you trade with by disbelieving the world
Word of knowledge to the mud, they never believed a plot could sell for a million naira.

Phew! And that was it for Freestyle Friday Recap of May 5th. I hope you had as much fun reading this as I did making it. Have a beautiful rest of your day!

Authors:
Niel Quchi
Ezeonyeka Godswill
Damaris
Ini Brown
Ebube
Eremipaghmo Pearl

God’s Nigeria

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Hello Friends!

How are we doing?

If you’re Nigerian here, what a nerve-wracking election weekend it has been ehh? Now in the midst of that, we found ways to express our faith and our hope for a new Nigeria using our art. The title of that Freestyle predictably was God’s Nigeria, and boy did that sum up all our prayers.I’m going to walk you through that freestyle journey, and I hope you are as blessed as we are. My name is Miracle, and it is my honor to serve you today.

Tolu opened the floor at 02:09pm WAT with this beautiful piece;

God’s Nigeria, land of diversity,
Where cultures and tribes converge with clarity,
A land of beauty and endless possibility, With a history that spans through infinity.

From the green savannah to the sandy shores,
To the bustling cities and peaceful moors, Nigeria is a place where hope soars,
And the people’s spirit forever roars.

In the north, the sun sets behind hills,
The east with its flowing streams and rills, The west, where the ocean breeze thrills, And in the south, the rainforest spills.

From the Hausa to the Igbo and Yoruba, And countless other tribes that form a hub, Nigeria is a place where love is above,
And everyone shares in God’s eternal love.

Amidst challenges and trials that often test,
Nigeria remains a country that’s truly blessed,
For God’s hand of grace continually rests,
And the people’s faith in Him forever invests.

So let us all come together and sing,
Of God’s Nigeria, where hope takes wing,
And let our praises to Him forever ring,
For in Him, we find our strength and everything.

And then Oluwafemi wrote this apt, and succinct chaser at 03:52pm WAT;

ELECTIONS

elections are coming
booths are opening
vote buying are ongoing
fake promises are fulfilling

but God’s Nigeria:

 miracle shall happen
 if we vote obediently
 not our bellies…

Our freestyle host, the multi-talented Niel Quchi followed that with an anthem of sorts by 05:48pm WAT;

God’s Naija’s got airports like malls
Shallow streams but plenty platforms
Sons hear ‘PVC’ and return
Borders bothered by no neighbors
Rich christians obey the Bro Code
Less ‘I will’s and more ‘Its all done’

The civil servants earning civilly
Marriages lacking see-finish
God’s town and the black Atlantis
So so, biko quench dem parties

And then ChyD, beautiful, talented, poised, and gracious sent in this satirical piece at 06:18pm WAT;

I go hospital for Pap smear and the doctor begin yarn me on HPV. When e reach my turn to ask questions I come dey call am PVC. I tell the doctor say na slip of tongue but I get good reason. Because the blood wey spill on 20th October thick like pap and smeared our hopes and dreams. But that one dey, because our hopes don renew.

She took a breather, but it seemed she was not done yet, because these followed at 07:54pm;

We are at the verge of entering the promise land. What is 10kg of labeled rice when we can have milk and honey?

Oh you are lactose intolerant?
Say no more. We have eba.
Too polished for eba? We have intercontinental dishes.
Mention it. In the lord’s reign, there is fullness and abundance

3 Peter 1:1
And behold, Peter left the bountiful land of lawlessness and established himself in an unknown land where he labored. The lord saw his heart and blessed him with the love of the people.

And with this we came to the end of our freestyle Friday for 24th February, 2023. I hope this blessed you, thank you for sticking with me through this again. If you’re still reading, please take a couple minutes to pray for Nigeria.

Bless up!

Authors:

Niel Quchi

Tolu (The Alchemist)

ChyD

Oluwafemi

God’s Positivity

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Hello Friends!

How are we doing? I hope the month of love has met you well?

First off, I want to use this opportunity to remind you whose you are, and whose love has saved you. You were worth dying for, if you have nothing else to celebrate today, celebrate this truth.

Now without further ado, I’d like to take you on another Freestyle Friday journey. My name is Miracle, and as always privilege to serve you today.

Our last Freestyle Friday took place on the 10th of February, 2023, and our host was the talented Niel Quchi. It’s theme? God’s Positivity.

Ebubechi opened the floor at about 12:06pm with this absolutely vibrant and uplifting piece;

God is positivity personified
Ask mother nature and she would you
Tell the man saw null and void
But he called forth shape to
Take the full space.

Full of glory and power
His spirit hovered on
The surface of the deep
He took a leap of faith
Then screamed let
There be light.

God’s not a mediocre
That’s why the igbo’s
Call him AKA’NEMEMMA
Yes his the hand that
Beautifies.

His words are fireful
Swift to execute
If you haven’t seen
Nothing go back to
Genesis and from
There grab the REVELATION
Of what was said and

He looked at all he has
Made and confirmed they
Were good.

For all he made
He has made for his own
Pleasure
God is positivity personified
Ask mother nature and
She would you tell the
Man NO DEY FEAR!!!!

And who is he that the sea and storms
Obey?

At a single command he called forth things that were not and they
Came to be

Hold thou forth O mighty comrade!!!
For thy God is FEARLESS
He didn’t need to take a gulp of FEARLESS though that’s why the Igbo’s call him Odum’egbojudah
Yes he’s the lion of
Judah’s tribe

God is positivity personified ask mother nature and she would you tell he’s everything.

Now if you’ve taken a little tour of your own around here, you wouldn’t be a stranger to Ebube’s words, and boy do they always pack a punch?!

Next up we had the Uc Truth one of our OG’s spewing truth as always;

God is positive

I love it when atheists boast

When their spec of an opinion is viewed through error prescribed glasses to magnify its importance in existence.

So there is no God because you said it?

I guess Mark will seize to exist if the blue app could raise a voice too

John taught us of life
And it is way more than being able to breathe in
So all your “strike me down if you really are God” doesn’t even move the great I Am
He’s busy listening to hymns sung in Glee from hearts of strings struck in awe of Messiah.
The ability to wash sin forever.

You are yam with skin that could be peeled any time if he pleased

So to think that any time you have here is long enough to spite enough to damage a lot from the one who literally would have to strip himself of all he is in order to stoop low enough to exist in time, is foolish

Solomon caught a glimpse and you know what he said I’m sure you recite it in your circles.

Your lack of faith doesn’t equal a lack of Him
That’s bad math
Sponsored by meth
You probably thought you could deal yourself drug enough to test positive to sense
But all you can muster is another paper lit
moss is growing on you
And if you keep rolling like this you’ll end up in an eternity
Where the joke is on you

For as long as you walk this Earth through a design he perfected, birth.
The litmus stayed purple
So regardless of your negativity
Your every wake is God’s positivity
He’s passing the test of love with every gravity that keeps you from floating
You can keep boasting
Just remember,
His Exist-positive is you.

Phew! Talk about words packing a punch.
Then we had our brilliant Tolu (The Alchemist) come with a beautiful addition;

God’s positivity shines like the sun,
Brighter and warmer than anything.
A light that dispels all fear and sorrow,
And brings hope to our suffering.


In every moment, both great and small,
His love and kindness do abound.
For He is the source of all goodness,
And His mercy knows no bounds.

His positivity spreads like wildfire,
Igniting hearts and lifting souls.
For when we bask in its warm glo,
All negativity takes flight and goes.

In God’s positivity we find peace,
And the strength to face each day.
For He walks beside us every step,
And guides us all the way.

So let us bask in God’s light always,
And bask in its radiant gleam.
For with each step we take towards it,
We find positivity’s fulfilling dream.

And then we had Niel at 02:26pm WAT with this piece;

All things are possible
And all the things that we imagine might all be true
It still don’t make the Word less by a decimal
So spread the word from Ukraine to Senegal

I love to meet the agnostics and the shrugs they give,
Atheists bore me, their stance is sehr lazy
Satan makes suggestions both to them and me
But I dey follow Holy Spirit like vis-a-vis
I belittle no opinions in all topics
I just saw a kid tiktok Christ boldly
God must have known it was meant to be
But to trust another Adam? Positivity!

It’s giving Encore! And a couple people did ask, so Niel obliged us with this beautiful chaser;

God’s faith is a very good example
Understanding how he hopes has got me storm-bending
To trust in beings so stupid and simple
If God wasn’t positive, man would be in trouble

One man came across worlds
Stepped down from the Lord God
Two humans in the midst of
Was it duty or just love?

Family Three took a new turn
Four groups praise the new born
Five loaves later and a couple of fishes
Life in abundance is what he six to establish
Seven man to save him, love will slowly win the rubbish

We eight the bread of life, and it’s fruity when I do shit
Nein, Ich bin zufrieden und glücklich
Joy of the Lord, and my one is quite the strong 10
No dey do me strong thing

If no be God, all the numbers for dey miss calls
Abba answers from inside me like an echo

Phew! And with that we come to the end of this Freestyle Friday Recap. Thank you so much for doing this with me. Don’t forget to show love to someone random today. Be the light you want to see!

Bless up!

Authors

Ebubechi

Uc Truth

Tolu (The Alchemist)

Niel Quchi

DIFFERENT

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Hello Friends!

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

Interest

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!!

Intern

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!

System

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!

Authors:

Niel Quchi

Tolu (The Alchemist)

Sophia Dawodu

Godswill Ezeonyeka

Eremipghmo Pearl

Still Pray

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It’s freestyle Friday and you know how we like to serve you; Hot 🔥 and fresh from the oven!!!. My name is Adeleye Olaoye and I will be the one to run you through Today’s menu. Niel, at 9:41 a.m., came to announce what we would be dishing for the day; Still Pray. I wonder what was going through his mind but anyway, sit back and enjoy your meal as your eyes feast on our poems.

At 9:46 A.M., Zoe Ziva opened dey floor:

Dey pray
E go be like say sometimes e no dey work, but still, dey pray
E go even be like Daniel wey dem go gather for your matter dey talk, but still, dey pray
Sometimes it may feel that your prayers are even dragging you towards what you’re praying against, yet again, still pray.
For in the place of prayers we gain strength for the days ahead, so still dey pray
For na den we go receive grace take make things happen and strength to stop the wrong things from happening.
So I say again. Dey pray.

Hope you enjoyed the appetizer? At 9:48 A.M., Godswill Ezeonyeka wrote:

Pray still I pray thee
When thy lips part in supplication
Let thine heart not wavering remain still
Let Jesus call thy peace to attention
And thy prayers find joyful voyage to Father

At 9:56 A.M., Hannah wrote:

When the edge is broken
When there are stray bullets flying in the streets
To pray or not to pray will not be a dilemma
When you are swallowed up by a fish
When you know you’re the reason for the chaos
To pray or not to pray will not be in conflict
But all pray and no watch makes the purpose of the One who sent you frustrated
Yet, all watch and no pray makes you a vessel of no use!

Godswill Ezeonyeka wasn’t done! At 10:03 A.M., he wrote:

Hearken! I pray thee
To the prayers prayed before
Our fathers besought the Father’s very being
With open hearts they yearned for answers we now ignore
Ye! The poured out Spirit searcheth for praying sons

At 10:43 A.M., The Niel wrote :
Father take it from me
Any hanging ons
Gbadura Fun mi
Favors get returned
May acidic spirits get watered down
Man on Holy Ghost
Word Diet and nightgown
We still pray for things we should be praying at
Father said pursue from where you’re kneeling at
Na Spirit go back you, just raise the right mast
Our room is espo, We were an Atlas
I still pray like spiritual pillow talk
Given there are days when we do outburst
The power and eternity sit above the talk
The Lord and His Word are the very First

Felzpoecy, at 10:45 dropped his bars:
When life seats you down to have a meeting with love
And your body begins to feel man enough to own it
Remember
Nobody ever made the right handbook for loving
So when you fall in a kind of love that doesn’t keep you warm in winter
Teach yourself to stand up
Do not leave without burning the bridges
The heat would help you through your travel to a better place

At 10:55 A.M., Ubamara wrote:
Stand still my soul, I pray thee
And know that He is God
When my heart is overwhelmed within me
Still will I pray
More times than I care to count
Has the One who is Love come through for me
And when it seems like my okro doesn’t draw
Still will I pray to the One I’m drawn to

At 11:38 A.M., The Jemcy wrote this:
The rule is simple
Pray or Faint
But I plead with you to choose the former
Its easier than you all have made it
Its as simple as telling me everything
As you would a friend.
I’m tired of being your last option
And being called upon only when you’re in trouble
I want you to dial the line just to say hi
I want our communication to be a constant thing.
I’m not a deaf God my boy
I just want you to pray some more
Till prayer becomes your lifestyle
The solution is simple
When you’re weak, ask me for help to pray…
And by asking, you just started to pray!!!

At 11:45 A.M., Eremipaghmo Pearl rounded up when she wrote this:
Speak the infinite liturgical languages
Pray! It’s a familiar code
Series of requests
Thanksgivings
Intercessions
Let the silent voice cry out
Leave the answer to the one whose say counts
Pray, it’s a familiar code
People still seek a listening ear
Raging thoughts driving them mad
And before them is the familiar code
Yet they know it not
Stiffled faith is what desperation births
The labour is ominous
If we don’t know the code
Let it out
Let it out to the one whose say count
Pray still regardless of what language you know
Still pray when thoughts go wild.
Do both in the name of Jesus

Authors:
Godswill Ezeonyenka
Zoe Ziva
Ubamara
Eremipaghmo Pearl
Niel
Jemcy
Felzpoecy