These three: Faith Love and Hope

January 1, 2026January 1, 2026Leave a comment

1st Corinthians 13:13

As 2025 draws it’s last breath
Leaving some of us wondering how fast it went

And 2026 approaches with silent steps
Shrouded in mystery and unknown depths

We must take time to reflect
As the the old gives way to the new

Not on unanswered prayers that our minds would have us dwell upon
But rather with intentionality on the riches of Abba’ goodness

Shifting our gaze from things undone
With laser focus on things he has done

Those blessings we sometimes fail to notice
That our hearts would like to miss

Yes! I speak of those very ones
Considered common, normal, usual

Which are of great value and of immense worth
Only if we pause and think upon them, do we realise how good our God indeed is

Like the gift of life, the very reason we are here today
The unquantifiable blessing of good people, family and friends

Soundness of mind and good health which money can’t buy

The miracle of going out and returning safely EVERY DAY!
Having no human bodyguards yet heavily guarded by God’s invisible angels

The precious gift of salvation we got on a platter of gold
An offer denied to Lucifer and his fallen angels

The Name of Jesus- that wonder working name
That answers us when we cry unto Him

And more that time may not permit me to mention
But which I am sure we all have received

And if like me, you are grateful for His manifold blessings

Chorus with me:

“Thanks be to God who daily loads us with benefits”

Now,
As we march with triumph into the new year
There is a word for you and me

Written in 1st Corinthians 13:13
“And now abides faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest is love

On faith, Remember, faith comes by hearing and hearing the word of God. So feed on the word and believe it as though your life depends on it
For Indeed it does!
For the just trully, shall live by faith

On hope,
Remember Abraham, the father of faith,
Who, against all hope, believed in hope and became the father of all nations
Never lose hope, no matter what, for hope makes one not ashamed!

And on love,
Remember Jesus and how he demonstrated his love for you
Consider His Sacrifice
And never forget your worth, for you are greatly loved, no matter what

So stay grounded in His love
On your highest mountain or
In your lowest valley
For He has said:

“I will never leave you nor forsake you”

AMEN 🙏

Olufunke Ajegbomogun
© 2026

The Fire of God’s Love

January 31, 2023January 30, 2023Leave a comment

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

Grateful

December 11, 2022Leave a comment

I am grateful gethsemane is not the gravesite of a salvation we could have had. That blood-like tears did not stop blood from flowing freely for fellows like me. I am grateful that sleepy friends could not hinder divine conversation and personal survival was bypassed to institute divine design.

I am grateful

– Ezeonyeka Godswill
(C) 2022

IT WILL MAKE YOU GLOW

November 27, 2022Leave a comment

Slowly, just like a breaking dawn
I move in the direction of my dreams
These mountains leave me only a frown
Give us your eyes, always their scream

I have no doubt failures will come
For such are unwanted friends of every worthy cause
All must be smooth- an expectation of some
Unrealistic it is, of course

So I welcome and endure the pain
Decorating my pathway of life
For I know no pain, no gain
My best friend hope I must keep alive

Whether I fail or not is not the matter
Losing my focus is what I must not allow
So preserve your vision, my sister and brother
For in time, it will make you glow

AJEGBOMOGUN OLUFUNKE
© 2022

Taking God in veins

March 15, 20221 Comment

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

If God didn’t say anything

February 24, 2022Leave a comment

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

Have you seen the Roots movie?

February 17, 2022Leave a comment

The day’s topic was “rooted” and the day was July 2nd, 2021. I delivered the topic at about 8:55 AM which was pretty early for a freestyle.

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.

8 minutes after the topic was delivered the first person responded. It was Damaris.

She said, “God I must post something today.”

Very Naija. However, she did not write anything until much later. It was I, Niel Quchi, who started the poetry party at 9:05 AM:

Heartbreak kid,
Built for speed,
Yes indeed, yes indeed
Pra pra, no I never not practice
Pra pra, I dig into God Praxis
Ba ba, barka de Jesus peace
Water, still drowning enemies
Yes indeed, Yes indeed

And the reply was a 4-hour silence that ended at 1:36 PM when TC wrote:

Rooted in Christ
In Christ alone
Both tap root and fibrous root
For he himself had said
I give them eternal life,
and they will never perish.
No one can snatch them away from me.

In Christ my root gowwes deep
All other ground nah pito-pitoo

Hmmm. We also particularly like that last part. Zoe Ziva came the on the scene a 2:39 PM:

Deep Deep
Down in the soil of my heart
Bearing fruits like the root for there’s my food.
My branches resting solely on His strength
What can separate me from the nutrients of this tree when I’m rooted deep in His root.
Spread deep down in His love, I grow strong ignoring the clashing and hissing of the wind because the one wey hold me from ground strong pass.

I’m rooted
Deeply rooted
Simply rooted
Helplessly rooted
In Him
He is the tree with the root, I’m rooted in His love.

Yes yes, confessions that remind us of who are in Christ. I wrote this next spurts
at 3:08 PM:

I found my starting in Shakespeare
Poetry, the fine kind whispered here and there,
And I would sit for hours trying to cook up the next line
But now I freestyle 8 lines in no time
I call it growth
The patterns, they can change just to engage
I’m not stuck in any way of speaking, I can do this in a familiar way or make it strange.
Point I’m making is there is just one cage,
And though you think and think the answer will be language.
Yeah, I call it mode.

History will say a lot when it comes to the QuChi
The services that made servant and sometimes a mystery
I calculate my worth in how much I’m able to evolve
I want to get to where I don’t giraffe, I just solve

Raise your hand if you have used a Blackberry Curve
A haters acts like they were hurt when you fell out of love
I’ve learned to make excuses rather condemn a bruv
And that’s how we cope with bosses and the new gov.
Nọ́kata ị dowé anya ka ikwikwii
I’m rooting for you but you leave me as an enemy
I just set new goals
I call it focus
I’ve run years in a year
I’ve been hungry and scared
But when they testify, the story will be titanic
Relationship-wrecked but I swam ashore
Walking up the sands of time, dragging a thirst for more.
I call this digression, though
I hope some people wonder if I’m writing about the dough
The root of the matter is normally shrouded
And I just exhale the poetry from my veins
The stories of a dragon are equally shrouded
The villagers will root for their warriors in the same vein.
I call it vanity.

So far so good
I have left the hood
But then i still brood
Hoping God will rain food
Yeah so far so good
I have written more books
But there’s more to brew
Hope in God is good

That’s enough for now. We will show the the rest. God bless you

Authors:
Niel Quchi
Zoe Ziva
TC

We have the original Waywright

February 15, 2022April 1, 2022Leave a comment

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