Force yourself to sit.
Force yourself to wait.
Force yourself to trust.
Force yourself to forgive.
Force yourself to laugh.
Force yourself to write.
You can’t help that you fuss yourself—
So force yourself to leave the shelf
and let your path praise the Lord.
Bring me home, bring me home, Lord.
I’m looking for a different satisfaction.
Norm told us to steal and keep eating,
The team disbanded to hunt for new stories,
And the show goes on; the sun circuits still.
I need to practice letting God choose—
For present comfort is no guarantee.
Bring me home, bring me home, Lord.
Footsteps prince me a path through the din.
Hands that held my back now applaud my stumbling—
Speaking of my stumbling:
I was sipping last ones, hoping that the first won.
And the show goes on; the trump is still blown.
All my medals rust before the changing times,
for You, Lord, were my only true possession.
Bring me home, bring me home, Lord.
These scars will follow me into victory.
Rooftop farming—aura wasn’t the only fruit.
I have witnessed enough to shrug from a cloud.
Lord, please take the pen again; write me back to right.
Outside Your Word, there was treachery that paralyzed.
For You alone are truth,
and Yours walk beneath a different sky…
…beneath a different why.
Bring me home, bring me home, Lord—
everywhere I am.
Godzniel
©2025
Tag: Fruit
ROOTING DEEP
There’s power in staying rooted,
In leaning into God’s word,
Where roots stretch deep in quiet places,
Unseen, but steady and sure.
The seed is planted in faith,
Watered with patience and trust,
No rush, no shortcuts—
Just the process of becoming.
It’s not flashy, not instant,
Not for those chasing quick results,
But for those willing to wait,
To trust, to grow, to endure.
Like the coconut tree that stands tall,
Bearing fruit all year long,
The waiting is hard, the work is slow,
But the harvest is always worth it.
- IfiokAbasi Okop
(c) 2025
Woman
Woman!
A Special Specie carefully crafted of the Crafter.
Different kind of the same, bone of a bone yet complete in entirety, as we replicated skeletons when Adam took his nap.
Created with love and compassion as a vital ingredient, One whose seed will continually trample on the head of the serpent.
Wife!
Complements, nurtures, supports, submits strengthens. With the ability to build, grow, hold, and develop.
A warrior whose weapons physical swords cannot comprehend, a friend, one who is willing to stand till the end.
Mother!
A sacrificial being, willing to lay down her life so her youngling can live
A home many are eager to run to
A builder, impacting principles to the generation next, leaving legacies for the world today see.
A fruit bearing tree,
A warrior whose sight frightens the enemy, as she constantly stands as a watch for her family.
A prolific woman, wife and mother
Standing firmly on the virtues of proverbs 31
Blessed is everyone that comes in her contact, at work, at home, in church, for the favour she Carries flows through her to everyone, and no one is left unloved, no, not one.
Mother!
Fathers Confidant
A plus to the body of Christ
The world may bring different definitions of who a mother is, but we find the true definition when we look at you, for you represent THE Truth, JESUS CHRIST!
Mother!
Beyond the title, its the whisper of God to the Holy Spirit saying “Mould Her”
For it takes a special strength and training to be you.
See the Sons you’ve raised.
See the legacies you’ve made.
If there’s a time to celebrate you, then it’ll be today, yesterday, tomorrow and forever!
Happy Mothers’ Day!
Zoe Ziva.
©2023
Taking God in veins
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
FRUIT DIAGNOSIS: For the 21st Century Church
Disclaimer: I am not writing this because I fully understand it, but I am compelled by this thought and I hope this essay serves as an invitation to the thinking table.
I like to believe that as we grow in the Christian faith, we are constantly learning. This means we are constantly coming in contact with truth. However, I have found that sometimes, things that struck me as profound still hold that essence even as I learn other new things.
This might be true for just my experience, but it is worthy of mention because it gives us a great rationale to kick-start this thought process. I cannot remember the exact time, but I cannot forget the power behind the truth of the difference between the gifts of the spirit and the fruit of the Holy Spirit.
Simply, it goes that gifts of the Holy Spirit outlined in 1 Corinthians 12:8-10 are manifestations that are instant and sporadic in nature. Thus, the main difference they have with the fruits of the Holy Spirit outlined in Galatians 5:22-23 is that fruits are products of growth and they are consistent in nature.
This difference might seem simple enough, but it has evolved so much in my mind over the years. One thing that has been a hard pill to swallow is what Jesus said about fruits;
You will know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes from thornbushes or figs from thistles? Even so, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, nor can a bad tree bear good fruit. Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. Therefore, by their fruits you will know them.
Matthew 7:16-20 (NKJV)
I called this a fruit diagnosis.
If you are following this first point, I am sure you can put together that the fruits of the Holy Spirit are in effect of more consequence to the believer because they prove the presence of the Holy Spirit. This applies to many other things in life, and I find that this form of diagnosis is not as novel as I would like to present it.
In hospitals, symptoms are sought out as proof of an ailment or healing, we make sweeping comments about situations and people based on the results they produce and rightfully so. This is because fruits do not exist in a vacuum. If there is smoke, it is proof of fire. If there is a fruit it is proof of work, time, and a seed.
With this in mind, we can move a step further and ask; is there any sense in treating some fruit? By this, I am asking if it makes sense to treat a symptom or put out smoke. The very thought of it seems out of place because we don’t do this for good reason. I believe the reason is that fruit is proof of something else in the background. Thus, if some fruit provides you a diagnosis of an ailment, your response should not be applied to the fruit but to the problem, it is in fact pointing you to.
If you want the smoke to stop, you put out the fire; if you want the symptoms to stop, you treat the sickness. If you want to fix the fruit, you need to go to its source.
I find that in the 21st century Church, we tend to do the exact opposite of this common-sense approach. We see a flaw in our neighbour, but we go ahead to hack at the flaw which is a fruit of something else and we never address the real issues. This has given birth to so many weird laws and doctrines.
These injunctions while made with good intention, are very much harmful in the long run because while they might seem to address the flaw, they lead to long-term hurt, and most importantly, they never solve the problem.
Paul had a little issue with this concept in his day,
Therefore, if you died with Christ from the basic principles of the world, why, as though living in the world, do you subject yourselves to regulations— “Do not touch, do not taste, do not handle,” which all concern things which perish with the using—according to the commandments and doctrines of men? These things indeed have an appearance of wisdom in self-imposed religion, false humility, and neglect of the body, but are of no value against the indulgence of the flesh.
Colossians 2:20-23 (NKJV)
I would like to end here but permit me to do a bit of an over-emphasis. Going at people’s actions for the sake of the actions is either going to frustrate the person or imprison the person and it will not deal with the underlying issue. As a church, we need to come to terms with this and humbly undergo a re-orientation.
We must start looking to apply treatment where it matters most – the seed.
I believe that Jesus gave us a great example in doing this. In John 4:4-42 we see the account of the encounter of Jesus and the woman at the well. In their conversation, we learn very quickly that Jesus knew exactly who this woman was. He knew her wrongdoings and told her quite clearly that he did.
The thing that should strike us as odd is that for the rest of their conversation, Jesus never brings it up. In all of his instructions to her, he doesn’t ask her to leave her husband(s). He does something better; he addressed her heart’s questions and typically, transformation followed. It is noteworthy to mention that Jesus never shied away from correction, but it will do you much good to see the kind of instruction he gave. He never corrected actions for the sake of it; he always addressed an underlying mind-set or heart issue.
Thus, his instruction always pointed to solutions that would not only fix the fruit, but will heal the source.
I think we struggle to follow the perfect example of Jesus because seed instructions are not as dramatic or way too dramatic as fruit instructions. Even in a tree, cut off its bad fruit and everybody takes note but give it time and the faulty seed will produce yet another bad fruit. However, if the farmer addresses the root of the issue, it might demand taking down the entire tree or checking the seed before planting.
As a growing Christian, I have troubles with this drama imbalance too. I read the story of the rich young ruler and I can relate with the heaviness of heart in making such a dramatic change.
I also read the story of Naaman and I relate with the scorn that clearly said, “It can’t be that simple”.
I am however convinced that this is too important to give up on. So, I am writing this to other Christians in my century and beyond. We have to learn to leave the fruit and start looking at the seed.
I will end on this note. The further you go into seeking the source of a problem, the more you will find the nature of flesh and it can feel helpless because actions don’t change our nature; Paul told us that much.
However, remember what we said earlier about the fruits of the Holy Spirit? This is where they come in handy. The most important source to fix is the nature from which you are living. There are only two options: the flesh or the Holy Spirit.
If and when you decide to go with the Holy Spirit, you learn very quickly that it is His work that is done in you. Your role in all of it is to surrender to the work and believe that it is for your good.
In the end, if you stay in the process long enough, you will notice your fruit changing and you will take no credit for it because the fruit is proof that the Holy Spirit is at work in you.
EZEONYEKA GODSWILL
If God didn’t say anything
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
Endurance, fruit of the spirit, is only harvested in the field of problems and trials.
Philipa Oraegbu
Have you seen the Roots movie?
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
