The Lover’s Recipe

While everyone around the world was basking in the euphoria of the acclaimed love day (Valentine’s Day), Penspeak Community UNIZIK got busy with their pens and spent the day reliving the nostalgia of God’s love.

The floor was thrown up and Delight blew us away with this piece;

 WHOSE ORDERS?

That a tiny acorn will make a mighty forest 
Wasn’t the loamy soil’s words to utter.
Dear child…I speak in voices as ancient as before.
I gave you gifts not like anyone else’s 
But you chose to be photographed through distorted lenses.
You followed rules written by hands you will never shake
Then ending at crossroads, you asked me “Lord what’s your take?
Those rules were written by hand…
Funny how you are ignorant to the power embedded in yours
You obeyed the “rites” discarding the “rights”
What a perfect mismatch you are!!
You were told to silence your own voice for the sake of the loud…
The loud voice said “conform” but in your heart you felt torn.
Torn between the needs of your soul and the rule you have been sold.
Is it freedom you seek or a cage in gold?
Bound by lines drawn by a mentally distorted ruler’s ruler
They said “follow” and you never asked why
You were wheedled to be fine with “just fine”.
They raised you to be small but your heart beats loud…louder than their expectations.
Dear child…if you would… listen.
The elders might call this rebellion 
But I call it my divine intention 
Your dreams and desires are my design
Your handwritten lifeline, mine to sign
Your steps are earthquakes in their shallow puddles
You are to build bridges where they said walls stood
You are not a footnote in their stories.
You are the headline yet they don’t want to see your headlines.
Prior to forming you, I knew thee.
I know your deepest sleep even your purest glee 
So, whose orders if not mine?

Mc Wisdom came in right after and dropped this;

GOOD FOOD

Just can’t wait until it gets to the plate
Aromas that dance, through a culinary state
Tenderly cooked, with love and with care
Each bite a story, beyond compare

The cutting, slicing, sizzling, crackling, mixing,
 a continuous process that lives you wanting and yawning 

Oh, the joy of good food, that brings us together
A universal love language,
The norming around the dinner table 
The joy and laughter that’s uncontrollable, that transcends this weather, and leaves you warm.

A taste of nostalgia, a hint of home.
Good food that nourishes the body and soul,
Makes you forget your problem for a moment, leaving you whole.

So, here’s to the chefs, the cooks, and the bakers
The farmers, the fishermen, and the food makers
My mom, dad, siblings, friends, family 
Thank you for the feast, for the flavours and the fun
Good food that brings us to the table, as one.

With the floor and curtains intact, Delight waltz in with so much inspiration and gave us;

HOSEA 2🥰

I was once yours, you were once mine.
But in the shadows, you slipped away,  
Chasing after lovers who didn’t care,  
Trading true love for a false comfort,  
An affair with idols, a broken vow in the temple of desire.  
You left me but every step you took, I felt it,  
Every kiss you gave, I tasted it.  
Your heart wandered, but mine stayed rooted,  
Waiting, holding on,  
Gripping the promise of what was.

But love is not blind– it sees the truth,  
And the truth cuts deep.
So, hear me now:  

I will no longer cover your shame,  
I will no longer veil your mistakes, for you’ve turned your back, 
And I must speak of the consequences.  
The gates will close, the blessings will fade,  
Your fields will wither, and your heart will ache,  
As the world you built crumbles beneath your feet.  
But in this silence, in this solitude,  
You’ll hear my voice again and I won’t leave you there,  

For even in the wilderness,  
I am here, I will allure you,  
I will call your name and I will take you back,  
Not as a servant, but as my bride.  
I’ll speak comfort to your broken heart,  
Restore the years you’ve lost to wandering,  
Your valley of despair will become a place of hope,  
Your shame will be washed clean,  
And the shame you once wore,  
Will be replaced with a crown of righteousness.  
I will lead you to a new covenant, A promise of peace,  
Where love reigns.
Where mercy is poured like rain on dry ground,  
Where my faithfulness holds you close. I will be your God,  
And you will be my people,  
And together, we’ll make all things new.  
The name you once wore,  
The name of betrayal,
Will be changed.  
You will be called “My Delight,”  
And I will call you “My Beloved.”  

Forever,  
And nothing will ever tear us apart again.

What a love! What a God! See you next month for another freestyle!

Authors
MC WISDOM
DELIGHT SHEKELS

BELOVED,

Good day and welcome to another recap of freestyle Friday. It’s always a blessing to share these moments with you. This past Friday, the 7th of March, 2025, our phenomenal host, GodzNiel, presented us with multiple thought-provoking topics for expression:
TOPICS:
1. FREED
2. ASK
3. BELOVED
4. ANXIETY VS DILIGENCE


We kicked off with this profound quote from the captain himself Godswill Ezeonyeka:
The only love worth talking about is God’s!

I couldn’t agree more—so simple, yet deeply profound.

Hannah D’Ginus followed up with this short but powerful masterpiece::
A.S.K
I know you must have seen this
Ask is the acronym of Ask, Seek, and Knock
If you have not gotten an answer, just know you haven’t asked.


Then GodzNiel came in with these stirring lines:
Freed warriors
Freed stories of God’s building
God budding
Freed stables of the Love driven
Mercy interfered with a lie here and there
We’re the party that chose Truth and Dare
We die daily and preach Christ, we do dare
.

Hannah D’Ginus wasn’t done yet. She continued with this electrifying piece:
Energy
Just praying the Word
You are supercharged
You’ll use lightning for fuel and thunder as convoy

Just praying the Word
You’ll see Satan in his true form
Trying to stop you
Sending fear as his tool

Just praying the Word
You become aware of Zion’s assembly
You hear things that will be preached on Sunday

Just praying the Word
You activate angelic activity
You’ll know you are not alone
You’ll find speedily the way to the city

Just praying the Word
You’ll forget time exists


Words straight from the Masters table! We just can’t get enough, can we?

The captain Godswill Ezeonyeka swooped in again with this introspective piece::
Men know the rich one
Wealth like make-up, a fading beauty

Men know the strong one
Brawn bursting at the seams, ever leaking

Men know the accomplished one
Purposeful strides painting only the past

But do men know the loved ones
Whose sins are forever forgiven

Do men know the loved ones
Who sits content in the rest of another

Do men know the loved ones
Do men know they were loved once?

This freestyle Friday was concluded in style with this thought-provoking piece from GodzNiel:
Hehehe

What happened to God’s will
Is it no longer enough to be God’s beloved?
Is it no longer sought after
— to be fed with manna
— to quell famines with quail, and
walk across seas on dry land?

Who freed us from the Fear of the Lord?
Why are there scolding scowls haunting me when I ask?
Is the way of the Lord no longer the pilgrimage of His Beloved?
In the face of all this greed that sewed us new pockets, who cares enough about obedience—
To dismount Ang Xayiti, the knight mare that overides our diligence?

But seriously
What happened to God’s will?

We experienced nothing short of an ethereal Friday. As always, it’s great doing this with you🥂. Till next time, stay in God’s will ✨.

AUTHORS
Godswill Ezeonyeka
Hannah D’Ginus
GodzNiel

A tale of compassion and faith

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

Agent

A thousand above me, I’m Joe in a cell
The devil approached me I just wouldn’t sell
I pray that my ex meets Christ at a well
The mercy we sit in, the story we tell
Revival is fire, too holy to quell
I come in a name too holy to spell
They would have used it in movies
They would have finished the groupies
But he who Son frees is a John Wick
And the reason he’s lit is the Spirit,
not the flesh, no the flesh doesn’t profit
But the Spirit is drawing and gifting,
Pastors teachers evangelists prophets.
And the kings of the earth heat a furnace,
But ‘Emmanuel’ isn’t a guy-name
We look human but we’re not the same race
We are victors already in life’s game

Pardon me and all the MC energy
Souls I was sent to are God’s irreplaceably
Not by my specialty but he who lives in me
Everything’s judged by the use they’re bequeathing
I’m born of salvation, an agent of heaven
I doubly owe Jesus, he paid for my saving
I double on serving, I’m dodging the leaven
Our heritage has been edited,
My backup’s angelic, there’s God in my blood
I’m armed to the spirit, my drip is absurd,
Its more than expensive, it’s “Armour of God”

I know

On the surface, I coast like a dolphin
I’m feeling like Thorfinn
Battle scars strike a pose with my farmthings
But I’m focused on holy harvesting
What can be done to one who’s dead already?
Yeah I sit crowned but my head isn’t heavy
He Reigns

Once upon an oops, I was itching on the tripod
Dragon in His shell, wondering what he would hatch for
Many orbits later, I’m assured of what to light for
Life Force,
Everything for The Risen that I write for

  • Godzniel
    (c) 2025

Communion

When we seek Him…longing for him
As a man longs for his lost love…
Gazing at Him as a maid looks to her master…
Waiting on Him as
A waiter waits on a guest
We will find that
He has always be there
He has always been near
waiting…
For communion.

  • Olufunke Ajegbomogun
    (c) 2025

Bread of Life

This weakness in my body
Emptiness of my soul
Weariness of my spirit
Vanishes when I feed on Him!
The Bread of life

Bread of life
Given for all
Take your place
Changing our ways
Fill our hearts
Till we want no more

  • Olufunke Ajegbomogun
    (c) 2025

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

BUT GOD…

Hey there! I hope your day has been nothing short of wonderful. It’s always a good day to go through these powerful pieces from Freestyle Friday with you.

TOPIC: BUT GOD…
DATE: 20TH DECEMBER, 2024
HOST: GODZNIEL

We were captivated by an amazing piece from the incomparable host himself GodzNiel:
Sure I would have cracked crooked lines in the past
Sure I would have bent or broke down fast
Sure the snide remarks would have marked me for gas
But God has god-handled all or most of that

Weave

Abase me the lowest,
I was born to serve like life is a game of lawn Tennis
I just fit the good turns in the others like it’s Holy Tetris
Call me blind to the sea of opportunities
That’s ok because over here we walk by faith and not by sight
God is enough prep time
He is both my power and my might

Weave – tap

No need to gaslight or lie, I forgive
All have sinned
No need to pretend you’re right, I just listen
Judges 3
All the mouth-watering born of past me has been dried up
by a mind renewed; Do you really mind if I don’t talk?
Sure I would been on the defense before But God…

Flicker

Water from the Brook and Angels sent me dinner
What am I to worry about when I have Yah forever?
What about this life is even worth my holy ginja
Twice you’ll find me beg, one is when I beg to differ

Then I beg your pardon

Duck

Can’t be petty from the wings of a eagle
Sorry
Can’t be lacking when the earth is the Lord’s
Boring
I am who God says I am, not a sum of money
Sure enough some miracles would be too pricey
But I’m feeling like Elisha with a Type-C

C for Christ
C for Courage
C for Charged
C for Calling
Closed my eyes, Spirit leading
Cornerstone, Rocked my building
C for chains, that he’s breaking
Cake and Wine, Caught my guy
Chased him way out to Aja
Choice of words, choice of life
Cleansed us clean and curbed our cries
Children come, climb aboard
Cross the sea of cretins cursed
C for Chosen, C for Changes
C for Crazy testimonies

C4
Tick tock
Tick talk
TikTok, then I blow my life away just living for this God talk
God talks, you can listen free if you don’t talk
Boom, yeah I said it
Silence is a sure ingredient
But I guess we need the music
We are Sauls in need of David

Weave

Lock the heart away from pleasure,
Seek the Lord like He is treasure
Don’t treat prayer like a leisure
Kind regards, me in the Mirror

Authors
GodzNiel