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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

A Man’s Way

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Hello Friends!

Welcome to another Freestyle Friday recap. It’s my honour to serve as your guide today. My name is Miracle, and let’s go!

So Friday was a special day for one of our team members, Chiamama The Mindsmith. It was his birthday, and as we were wont to do, we celebrated this brillaint artist by celebrating his words. This session was led by our host Niel, and it was titled A Man’s Way.

As expected, Niel started with this wonderful piece;
Just one day in a lifetime
Overthinking the answers
Haven been saved and taught and studied
Never saw the drip not coming

Melt your heart with the heat of my passion
I get cold when I see the deception
Need no hugs, I am Brook with the ‘Frozen’
Dose of Madness, Niels’s ‘too-department’
Seep sips simply but as no Simp
Made of God and Biafra
I have used his wrapper
True, he has also played ‘rapper’
Halt the versus, none more Chiamaama

So low morns, but the nights are high
Owe the wake to Sapa and cane
Lots of PTSD
Only One turns it to good for me
More! I scream at Antagonists
Ònye gá asi na adịghịm bad
Nigga still ripped like Simbad

Then the birthday boy didn’t disappoint. He told a beautiful story with this;

A man’s wayward wiles was once wisdom in a man’s eyes.

It took a man time, like forming himself from clay, a lack of knowledge his foremost delay.

A man thought fire and brimstone a bed hot enough to lay his complaints

A man thought iron and whetstone a blade sharp enough to engrave his first name.

A man thought flowers and tombstone a lane quiet enough to live in solitude.

But a man reached out, amidst the untoward movement of of violence where it was boldly en scripted ‘no piece here’

A man taught him to fight on black and white squares till his hand spelled a signature move ‘no piece here’

A man sang tunes all night, forcing the man to hum a beatbox along the ‘we won’t’ mantra.

A man lived, a man died, but a man was not alone… his only one wish as it had seemed.

But he did not know that a wish for solitude was a wish of folly… a man was rescued from himself.

Almost a defendant of Odin the way the battle field of his mind screamed Valhalla  

A man knew how to tear things down… spell hazard backwards and you have wahala.

And it continued till a man grew, and understood what growing could feel like.

A man learnt that ‘head first’ did not translate to intelligence. And though he still went head first, he learnt to delay gratification and appreciate thirst.

A man is born… a man will be great. A man has a brother a man didn’t regret.

A man’s secrets laid bare, but the other man auto tuned it like the pied piper.

A man saw a singer and a bad rapper… a man saw a user and a sly tapper. And a man loved it!

A man has found family in the lives in his head, but only because there are voices outside to help him differentiate.

A man is unworthy, yet a man is called. A man was angry, now he can sleep out a storm
And when it wakes him, he can slip out a storm from the bag that smells alien stormy Omartian.

There’s a reason we call him the Mindsmith afterall.

Niel Quchi came back with an encore of sorts;

A man lived, a man died. A man peeved? A man cried.

But the people heard a roar whenever a man tried. ‘He’s going over the edge again’ a town cried. The whole city a’gong’

They tried to chop a man eye but a man never lost sight. A man could see and hear, but he knew sign language and braille.

A man was drunk on occasion, messed with fornication. But somehow God had maintained calculation so a man’s dreams remained his holy grail.

A man was GOATED, knew it, believed it, yet somehow for the life of me not once had he ever achieved it… not until…

A man was revived, spirit within and upon, pocketed Christs eternal coupon. Knew he was more than a son, he was dead, but had been reborn.

But though a man knew the truth, yet still a man was curious. A man had heard whispers, seen landmarks that he swore he knew.

So a man trod into the valley of the shadow of myth. Asking the stars why a man still felt incomplete.

A man sought to know why he had awakened a dream, a dream that shut his eyes to his side of the coin that read go ye.

A man still pretended he didn’t see the calling, hear the loud pictures of ministry painted in his head. But even in his sleep, a man could repeat what He said.

A man is obstinate still, but a man knows it’s futile. His cards were laid bare against this opponent who had seen it, not once, but two times.

Tell me why a man fights, a man cannot say. But is a man confident that God will find his way? …hear all the nay sayers go away… the I’s have it.

That was something!

Now if you’re a frequent reader, or part of our larger community, you’re not a stranger to Ebube’s beautiful words, and she always comes through.

Thus says the prophet,
Wait for it oh
Hillary son of
Graham celery
It’ll come

A miracle awaits you,
By May?
I know not
How it’ll be
Shall it come?
The route it’ll take.

How it looks
The closer it maybe
Maybe, maybe not
Will it come?
Hillary son of Graham celery shall not know too

Thus says the prophet,
Oh Hillary son of Graham celery
Anticipate still!

How long it’ll take
How much it’ll cost you,
Wait for it.

For man’s own ways differeth from God’s own ways, it may tarry,
ANTICIPATE STILL

It may come in MAY

And then Eremipaghmo Pearl sent in this piece just before the end of the day;

Man’s perfection is his best imperfections
It only makes sense to him
When it’s satisfying
Funny how there is nothing really as a line that’s ‘perfectly straight’
But man will argue
We’re born to debate with nature after all
But how can I trust the same voice
That makes statements like
‘The way to a man’s heart is his stomach’
Or ‘the earth is flat’
Nah ‘it’s spherical’
‘Pluto is a planet’
‘Oh no it’s not’
Egg is good for you until it isn’t anymore
When the arm of flesh fails

Could God be referring to human hands?

Man’s ways are altered with potholes of imperfecions
And his best fix will leave the road with bumps still

I am the kind of man that is human
I embrace my imperfections
I doubt my spirit gets to deal with such imperfections
But my flesh has a way of adding it’s arm to the plan
It’s just man’s way
But I’m not depressed by this
I’ve never really trusted my perfections
Even when they are audible in my voice
However, I know a better way~
To trust God who helps my imperfections.
And makes my way much better than I ever could try

And with that we ended a very eventful Freestyle Friday with contributions from some of our best and finest. Please take a moment and say a prayer for Chiamama if you can, and I hope you had a fun time today!

It’s been my pleasure to do this with you. Have a blessed day!

Authors

Niel Quchi

The Mindsmith

Ebube

Eremipaghmo Pearl

Immortal Strategy

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Hello Friends!

It’s been a hot minute since we did this, and how I’ve missed you lovely people. I hope you all had a wonderful weekend, and an even better Easter celebration? I know I did. Last Freestyle Friday, while we celebrated the perfect plan of God in Salvation, we tried to answer a very important question; Could you have strategized your life better than God has?

While we pondered on this, and reflected on the gift we have been given in the nature of God’s life, His power, and our beloved eternal family, two of our very talented poets edified us with poems on the topic Immortal Strategy.

Niel our host started as usual with this beautiful piece;


Question is for people who have counted paces
Seen that they did not always make healthy choices
Who betrayed the fam for half the stew of Esau
Oxlade in the dark, not caring that he saw

Me?
My strategy was a hole in me, I’d never be all I need be, Sin CV
Plans on plans to balablu the lack
Flutter through the waves for pay to stack
Piggyvesting testing the waters too small for shark do
And then the jealousy extends from me to those with more goods
And I could be tied if I relied on half the limits I have
But I have defied half of the grind, my help is meet forever

Healthy meat and pepper
It rests on King Yeshua
God my planner
The one who waters from a rock in the sun
To us a son is given, to us a child born

The right trajectory dodges when power thinks it might
The race is not to the SWIFT, the OS is the Spirit
I’d rather travel a lot, than go the way of Lot
If God is righting my writing, I’ll let him build the plot

Strategy divine
First step is listen
Next thing I needed
Was yielding to his mission
Seeking first the kingdom
Yielded my ambition

Being reborn with God’s own name and ammunition

Phew!

If you wanted a chunky, beautiful ride on words, with a sweet reminder that we are horrible planners, even worse decision makers, and had little in the form of strength to save ourselves from those bad decisions, then this poem was it! Thank God for God who is capable of saving even the worst of us from ourselves ehh?

The next piece came from our beautiful Hannah DGinus;

One would wonder what went through the minds of the Angels in heaven. How they looked at God as he looked at his son. How he did nothing when his son was crucified. They may have known the plot but didn’t know the gravity.

One would imagine an angel flew down to help Jesus when he fell with his cross and God says “Don’t you dare!”

One would imagine Angel Michael holding his peace. The burden of having all weapons to do justice but restrained. Demons gaping at him. Telling him he has no power to do anything. Telling him to see the reason why they left heaven for hell. To think God was reasonable to let his son down and Satan will not seize that opportunity.

One would wonder why the heavens were so still. When you lack words, what do you do? You keep silent. When the Word is not with you, silence becomes inevitable. But now even the Word without them refuses to speak. Angels at his call! One would see the strength of Jesus, though a master at words but knew it was not time to speak.

One would imagine what madness. To refuse the use of your creative power when it was needed the most.

To know power, tested and tried. To know mastery, tested and tried. To know wisdom, tested now tried.
This, one would imagine what was in the minds of the Angels when they saw Jesus crucified.

Tell me you felt this! Tell me your heart sped up too as you read this! Tell me you smiled too! That you were taken on this journey, and your imagination was challenged too! Gosh! The imagery, the gripping authority of her words strung together in perfection, giving you a glimpse of another side of this eternally relevant story. Tell me you felt it too!

Regrettably, we have come to the end of today’s Freestyle Friday recap journey. Good things have to end sometimes too, and it was such an honour to have you with me on this journey. I’ll leave you with a beautiful parting gift; the perfect Easter song written by our very own Captain, Sir Ezeonyeka Godswill, and performed by the beautiful Glory (HISglory). The song is titled ‘Ransomed’ and it’ll take you on a very memorable journey through the redemption story. You’ll get a taste of mastery, skill, talent, the feels, and a good dose of edification.

You can find Ransomed streaming on all platforms, and I hope it blesses you as much as it blessed me. You’re welcome!

My name is Miracle, and have a blessed day my friends!

Authors
Niel Quchi
Hannah DGinus

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

What is Sleep?

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Hi Guys! A quick January this was ehh? Hope yours was as eventful as mine?

So a few days ago (27th of January), we had our last freestyle Friday on the group. My name is Miracle, and it will be my honour to walk you through it.

The theme of our Freestyle Friday session was What is Sleep? And this session was led by our man at the helm, the talented Niel Quchi

At 11:25am, Niel started with;

Five minutes to nod nod
Evil Spirit dun dey knock knock
Na when Pastor dey talk talk
The lull of mortals, our tough luck
Some will call it fatigue though
It’s out-of-body like invitro

So not-you, you have to fight through
Sleep is better when its controlled

Then Hannah DGinus came in at 11:36 with this beautiful piece;

Slip into another land
Where you cannot control what happens
Where you can see the future or what could have happened
Where you talk with beings that look like family


Slip into another meta verse
Where you interpret their language
Where you could be king and not reign
Where horses float in the skies


Slip into another planet where the sound of silence can be heard
Where voices whisper but can be discerned
Where energy is restored without any effort

He gives his beloved sleep
To see plans of kings
To annul what was supposed to be
To know what rest is

Niel came back with this at 11:51am

But the setting plays a big part
Were you ready like a made bed
Sleep is like a drink
Next thing you know you’re burping
Burp in time, future pasts
Neverlands and herculean tasks
Locked in skits like spiritual TikTok
Everything awake is asleep to something else

I’m sure this is already a feast, and it’s not even been an hour we got started!

Anyway, Tolu chimed in at 12:04pm with this wonderful piece;

In slumber’s realm, a peaceful
place
Where worries fade and dreams
take space
The night unfolds, the stars
above
A symphony of silence, pure and
true

The body rests, the mind at
ease
A gentle breeze, a rustling tree
The world outside, a distant
hum
As sleep descends, a
comforting drum

The hours pass, the moonlight
shines
A lullaby to soothe the mind
A journey to a world unknown
Where all is well, and all is
shown

In dreams we fly, in dreams we
roam Through fields of green, to
oceans foam
In sleep we find, a needed peace
A respite from reality’s release

So close your eyes, and let go
To the land of slumber, a gentle flow
Where all is calm, and all is right
And may your dreams, be filled
with light.

Niel seemed to be on a roll, because he came back with these rejoinders for Hannah’s piece at 12:04pm and 12:10pm respectively;

12:04pm

A philosopher said, dreams mirror life
I think we’ve all seen things crazed enough to cross the line
That line between real and the lies is faint
Sometimes Appearances dey feint
I call it sleep when mortals chose to walk without him
The jungle shows that superiority is quite inevitable
Why should I argue with Abba?
Slash with my prayers, slip through the dangers

12:10pm

I am his beloved
I sleep and see the plans of Kings
The shadow things,
And the future was in a past question paper
Son of God when I roam the planes
And sometimes it is forgotten

There was a lull, and you’d think we were done, but Darby came in by 09:40pm with this wake-up call;

Awake!  Awake!!
what is playing you to slip
is equally playing you sleep
Awake to that voice speaking to you.
Just before you get drunk and drawn away.
pray, slay, stay Strong
For in the His hands you abide.

Now even when the clock strikes twelve, and a new day has taken to the shelves, we’re still not packed away waiting for the next Friday. Because the beautiful thing about sleep is that it puts to bed the night worries, and wakes us with the promise of better. So what is better than waking up to a beautiful spillover poem by Eremipaghmo Pearl;

Close your eyes
Think of me
Breathe!
Slowly
Let’s create
Wonders
Find answers
Explore paradise
Behind closed lids
Shut it out
The maze
It distracts
Soon
It’ll clears, the haze
You’ll see
Then you’ll see
Wonders
Answers
Paradise
You create
You find
You explore
Think of me
As you close your eyes
What is good
Is created
First within
Behind your close lid
It’s a good sleep

Phew! It’s been an honour serving you for this time, I hope you had as much fun as I did. Till next time we bring you Freestyle Friday Recaps, Bless up!

Authors:

Niel Quchi
Hannah DGinus
Tolu (The Alchemist)
Darby
Eremipaghmo Pearl

Fry-day

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Last night, i got laid
Doubt came to me in my dreams
And had an intercourse with my mind
I am five months gone
Carrying these thoughts around
Hoping to abort this abomination
So, let me break open my insecurities
Hoping to make an omelet
Because today is fry-day

Shots fired
Fear has breathed its last
I am shut fire
Ready to explode at last
This is suicide
I die to rise, call it Easter
Fear skews sight
Jesus fixed it, Bethsaida

I love a meal of eggs,
Egg-xactly omelets.
The way we can whisk two together or maybe more,
Like the intercourse of minds, like the grind of spirits.
And isn’t beautiful, the wet and slip of waters, the freshness like a new day, the way it all becomes familiar and new?
As we sit at tables set before enemies ,
Fellowshipping with sips of living tea and chewing bread alive, making alive,
That the omelet served is faith, the abortion to every doubt.
Isn’t it beautiful, the sparks that fly as iron sharpens iron, and ideas are born for the time they arrive?
Don’t you just love a meal of omelets?

Olaoye Adeleye
Ezeonyeka Godswill
St. Davnique
© 2019

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NOSTALGIA- 1

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Nostalgia, my brother,
Is the name of my daughter.

She was born in an instant, when I missed you with my beat heart.
I fell flat, in hot love, with something that was not born,
Yet found you first loved me and save me, like, daily,

So Bros I remember,
The clefts of this ember,
Our passion for loving the world, being called worldly,
And then in December, we rice past our has-beans; to love all we meet till they toothpick nostalgia.

The Niel
© 2018

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