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REALITY STRUCK

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I was scared, didn’t want to make another promise I wouldn’t keep.
Guilt struck me each time I tried and failed, what was I to reap?

Why such a difficult path?
If He willingly gave His life
Why couldn’t I automatically shine like light?

Well I played smart this time, I had a plan B.
I threw in some eggs, and let some be.

I couldn’t trust the process of “just believing,”
I had seen men die believing this saying.

I carved out an escape route,
I set out plans to activate when I got stuck
And He is no where to pull out my foot.

Poor me,
I was oblivious of the real me.

Saved
Blessed
Blameless and
Spotless

Little did I know what it meant to be saved by grace.
I had no idea what the term “finished works” entailed.

How can believing be termed ‘just’
when it had the power to save the lost.

I found Love in its pure state,
Righteous is now my new state.

Love bought me, and I can never be bought back!

This is about Him, the man Christ Jesus.

The One who loved me when I didn’t know me,
The One who gave His life for me when I hadn’t found me.

The One who swore never to be angry with me,
The One who took guilt and fear away from me.

The One whose Words I can bank on,
The One whose Words I can stand on.

The One who freely gave,
The One who graciously saved.

Imani Dokubo
(c) 2018

Think about this (UC Truth)

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I will teach you something that took me over 10 years to learn.

See?
Attention suddenly increases by at least 30 percent when someone claims experience in a certain thing.

You open eyes wide so you would see truth but I just lied,
Then you swallow whole like a bird does its seeds every false information I have to give.

But that’s not the lesson I have to give;
This won’t be free of charge so you would need to first subscribe to my channel, and then pay attention.

Internet age, how old is it?

How many times have you believed something just because generations before told you so?
Because they have done it so, so we should do same?

Who taught you that the left hand is bad compared to the right?
Where did you learn to hate snakes?
Ohh! Before you go all scriptural on me remember that HE made them and called them ‘good’

Are cats really witches turned to suck?
Our blood the owls and bats devour?
Is it really true that destinies can be stolen and returned?
And if I can barely stay awake during the day, then why not just let me work at night?

See animals understand themselves and act naturally
No forced rhythms to dance to
No need tuning unto stations where their bodies aren’t trained to live

They hunt when they find best, naturally
Live where they can breathe, naturally
And feed on what they can eat, naturally.

No wonder they run away from humans, well, bad association corrupts good manners.
And I would run too if I wasn’t me, human.

We have become a flaw to our own self by our rules and countless regulations, which only seems to excel when we get those screams of approval as or fans regulate us.

But I tell you, you can dare to be different
Do what you love,
Learn to play some games,
Study what you like,
Do work hard, and you don’t have to go to sleep at night just because they all do the same.

Be you, breathe,
Don’t become the next dog on life’s leash

It’s bliss to know that left and right;
White or black;
Tall or short;
Fat or slim;

..are all perfect shapes for their own holes

I am filling my spot, are you doing the same?

Think about this and get to living, and be quick about it, for the animals are still watching.

Dear Future Husband !4

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                                                                                                                          January 3, 2017.

 

Dear Future Husband,

You already know that I am really not that girl with that much of an Ado, but I still hope that this my pen loving thing finds you well.

I really enjoy writing to you. I really love talking to you a lot because I know that inasmuch as I love writing, I know that you are really faithfully reading every single stoke of my pen. I love the thought of it a lot because it reminds just how I feel, knowing that my Yeshua follows the periodic content of my little writing journal- you know, I really feel so safe and boundless whenever I spill my thoughts to that pretty book with my pen! Oh, I forgot to tell you how much I love really cute and functional stationeries, plus books with both nice smelling ideas and pages! LOL!

So I kind of think that Jesus takes daily peeks into my lil journal because I write just plenty, I also think that he laughs at some of the things I write in it, most def! I know that He usually looks forward to the next thing my mind wants to spill in that journal (some are actually as weird as the word weird) just as much as I know that you are always very keen on reading not only my words but mainly, getting the very WORD of every single one of my letters.

Honestly, I hope that my letters are really not prompting you go to after me. I feel that somehow, you might be thinking that you’ve found me, and that you might be probably wanting to talk to me about us. Nevertheless, I’d really be grateful to you, if you really decide to slow down your moves. Please my Lord, I really want you to take things about us very easy, and also not forget to talk to Father about me first before telling me a thing. You know, I fill His ears with a lot of words about you. If you must do anything about these letters, then I suggest you pray about them, since I know that you must have been reading them over and over. You may think that you have found me but I also think that you might want to pray about the word of this letters in the Spirit, while you diligently flow with the vibrations from your heart. Just like I have always told you, flow with the sincere leadings of your heart, even as I give you a few exposé that might be of some help to you.

First, please my Lord, you have to be careful about picking up tips from the numerous ‘boy-meet-girl’ things flying about online. I know about a handful of them already, and sadly enough, none of them ever appeared to appeal  to me. So the rule-of-thumb, (if there are any rules at all) would be ‘listen to your heart’ because there are very few traditional things about me.

For instance, I have very weird opinions about dating and courtship, especially since I find contemporary ideas to be both contradictory, selfish and manipulative most of the time. For instance, saying A while meaning B simply because you want to induce someone you said you love to do C! For me that is a big fat self-seeking joke. And sadly enough, there are very limited scriptural helps, but I’ve formed my own weird opinions in my little mind, anyways.

I don’t think it’s bad for God’s children to date, but you know dating means a lot of things to all the different 6 billion people on earth. I really do not have any views as to how good, or how bad dating is, okay? But if I were very honest with you, I’d simply tell you that the very word of it sounds too confining to me!

Dating makes me really mentally confined, maybe because I have never dated any of God’s sons before. I am not in the least scared of heart breaks as I see is the worst thing that can happen when things go sour. I am not averse to the dating thing because of heart breaks for although I have ‘dated’ a number of ‘unbelieving’ guys, when I didn’t know my left from my right, Father made sure that these men with the ‘crude and cruel’ nature, handled me almost with a holy fear. So in other words, I don’t know what a heart break feels like, in short I have never tasted it!

Men generally have been good to me because Father made them to, but God knows that the thought of them hovering over me like I was their property, really freaked me out big time, and that is one of the reasons I believe, why I somehow could not stay in a dating relationship. It might be different with you maybe, but I still do not think I love being any guy’s girlfriend exclusively.

For me, I feel that the boyfriend-girlfriend thing is just a commitment made too early. So I think that dating you would choke both you and myself, because I really cannot understand the places of the commitments you’d be making to me when you call me your girlfriend, and the one you’d be making to me when you decide to slip that solitaire on my left mid finger.

So I just think you should be a little careful about getting committed to me long before you are actually ready for a true commitment, because you don’t have to. I mean, if I had to be your girlfriend, and you my boyfriend, then we are trying to create a label that gives us enough room to change our minds, aka break up, right? If that be the case, then there wasn’t any basic commitment, so why create something that flimsy in the first place? Why not we take our time until we are sure we really want to be truly committed aka engaged. That way we’d be sure and ready with no nagging flimsy commitment that can be tossed to the garbage anytime. I am saying this because I have found out over the years that for some reason, I am a big professional at disposing ‘boyfriends’ and feeling sorry for them latter, yet I’d feel too happy to be free of them to even entertain any touchy feely talk from them, no matter how sorry I feel for breaking up with them for apparently no ‘good’ reasons.

Moreover, if we can change our minds latter, why create in the first place, a relationship scenario that doesn’t give us enough license to be as ‘special’ as we want to, to as many people as we fancied, without feeling like we owe each other any lame loyalty. I am sorry to be calling such loyalty lame, but what can I say when the commitment was created by some flimsy promise?

Also, I don’t want you to put yourself in any situation where I’d be mounting pressure on you without even knowing it myself. Take for instance that you commit yourself to me with the flimsy boyfriend promise, and somehow you weren’t ready to walk me down the aisle yet, and for some reason, I find myself being pressured by a ticking biological clock, or by my well-meaning family, or even by some rebellious hormones; do you think it would be fair and unselfish, if I started using the energy from my pressures, to make up stories like a lot of good girls do, about ‘ the suitors’ that asked for their hand in marriage, only in their head, and should in case there was a real suitor actually, I start to magnify and amplify it till you become really PRESSURED! Even if you say that you don’t mind, well I do mind, because I really do MIND!

Again, even if I were so controlled as to not bother you with those manipulative fictions, I’d really not want you to feel obligated to marry me. I’d hate it a lot! I’d not like it, if you are 100% percent sure that I’d give you a ‘YES’ when you came proposing. I’d detest it, if you didn’t even realize that when you asked me to marry you, you were subconsciously thinking that you were either doing me a favor or even rewarding me for being a good and patient ‘waitress’. I’d also hate it, if you thought that I was anticipating your ‘solitaire’. Listen I would never like it if you are not 85% or less sure that I’d say ‘YES’ to you, okay?

I want you to be free to be ‘special’ with all your sisters as much as you want to, the same way that I’d love to be free from you feeling like I am yours because of a mere flimsy promise.

God knows that I have a lot of brothers that I fancy more than a lot, but I know that as forever as you remain Spirit living, I’d never flirt with any one of them. I’d enjoy their giftings, and friends just as I’d enjoy every bit of you.

Listen, I know I couldn’t ever be able to get enough of you, but I still wouldn’t want you to be certain about my reply to you. You know, I have observed that such certainties have robbed myriads of noble men of their proposal courtesy and manners at the very point where they were proposing to the very woman of their dreams. So sad.

                                                                                                                           Your own Very,

                                                                                                                            Woman.

EVERYDAYJESUS’ Eagle story (the original full story)!

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Whew, writing a project on my topic, under my supervisor, with my exact mix of colleagues, in my department, in my school, as me, just to get awarded with the very same degree that I am working for, is one of the hugest things ever in my little white eyes. C’mon, I was to collect some human breast milk samples from African Nigerian ‘woman beings’, and do some technical nonsense on them, my God!
Every single material I needed for the technical nonsense was ready but every single ‘maternity’ help- as in milk donor ran into thickets, leaving me behind with just promises only good enough for me to pass the far spent time with.
Every day, as the bomb ticking time made me uneasy, Jesus told me the family story of the Eagle, and the truths in it kept me alive in the lonely, scary, hand- tied moments, that could make a supervisor such as mine to lose faith in you. ‘The Eagle story’ however became ‘My Story’ because I soon discovered that the story gave me a starting point for carrying out my project ‘Eagle style’.
Soon my entire work was done in roughly fourteen days and was ready too for final assessment preceding defense just like the rest of the students. Mouths started wagging (I guess), because at least one girl’s mouth in my group murmured out loud (MOL), and I heard it. Surprisingly, I found myself saddened by the girl’s ‘MOL’ especially when I remembered the sequel of other sad things that my supervisor put me through that same day, prior to the ‘MOL’. In fact she said that she did not see any reason why some people have their project ready in two weeks whereas every other person was still struggling to be done after two months. I knew she was referring to me because she said that just immediately after asking me if I was done- with a generous dose of all the sarcasm a woman her age can muster.
That night, while I ruminated over the events of the day, the Lord brought to my remembrance that story that kept me, and instructed me to give the news flashes of it to anyone who confronted me with a mouth that chooses to ‘MOL’ all day long
The Eagle and the rest faced the very same hostile air current. The rest beat the air with all her might and was rewarded with a mouthful of balance just good enough to take her best to the height of a great iroko tree. The Eagle on the other hand, spread her wings with that effortless swagger that can sweep Cleopatra off her feet. Soon, her wings spoilt her to a bounteous treat of a flight that mounted her
gracefully on a cliff miles higher than the highest point on Everest’s hill. There, she made her nest, sat in peace to at least relax with the thought of a piece of meat.
This is the difference between the races and medals of they that trust in the Lord, and that of they that trust in human efforts.
“Do you not know”?
“Have you not heard”?
“The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and His understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint”. –ISAIAH 40: 28-31 (NIV).
By Favouromeje (July 2016)

EVERYDAYJESUS’ worship 1 (an update)

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Hey, I have accepted that my opinions most times are way larger than my slight form, I know but I think I can manage with them! I am sorry that I have to shock you right now with some of my most secret thoughts. It was meant to be Mon secreto, yeah, but I like sharing tho!
So listen up,
It is weird but the thing is that I don’t find dancing so hard in church to be much of a worship- at least in my mind. For me, it is a really fun thing to do, especially when I have to get past my shy demeanor to show those siting close to me, the dance step I picked up from watching a ‘top notch video’ on HipTV. Yes I watch that sometimes. It is not like showing of my lil amateur dance steps was my plan but good dearest, it is my most subconscious reality. Maybe I am the only one seeing dancing in church as just pure fun but somehow I think other people do too, maybe just a little. Have you ever been in church when the song leader is messing up with the beats, rhythms and all, and if devil happened to be kidding with the instruments at that same time, people will be like,
‘What’s all this na, what’s this guy even doing in the choir sef’,
‘Mtchw that’s why I like churches with cool music, mtchw’,
‘See how I am just snapping in and out of the ‘holy of holies’ mtchw’.
‘If I hear say I come to this church ever again, mtchw’. Lol.
Maybe I am the only one noticing it o. If you like, say that I am the only one thinking it in my head, lol, I don’t mind tho. You know, when dances really get crazy in church I really sometimes decide to not just drift in the fun but to do it consciously as though Abba Daddy is watching me dance to Him.
These days, I even prefer to be in churches where songs are purely based on what my realities are, because I am a son of God, I mean mutant! So for me, I prefer to sing and dance to songs that a non-mutant might never understand, let alone having the courage to dance to. Maybe I’ll let you in on that la’er but right now, I am just in the mood of le’ing you know that worship for me is not when I sing or dance ‘gospel’ songs but the totality of my love affair with the King of Kings. Right now, ama le’ u take a peek into my little heart of worship.
Worship is my love affair with the King of Kings. Worship is my relationship with I AM. Worship is yielding to His voice.
Worship is having my bath twice a day at least just to impress the King of Kings.
Worship is guarding my nakedness jealously for Him because my body belongs to Him.
Worship is sleeping with a big and beautiful smile because I know that He is right there watching me sleep.
Worship is using the right cosmetics and fragrance to be properly groomed for Him alone.
Worship is eating and exercising right just to keep His temple strong and fit.
Worship is taking care of my hair and skin for Him alone- He knows my every detail including the number of hairs on my head.
Worship is dressing soft, gentle and feminine; for that will give Him so much pleasure.
Worship is walking tall and gentle- I am His princess.
Worship is my chastity and purity, for His name is Jealous.
Worship is being patient with Him in my waiting just because I love Him- love is patient.
Worship is my love affair with the King of Kings.
I am confident that He is not too busy to take note of the little things I do to impress Him. He loves me and I love Him too. I know that He reads those little things that I write to Him to bring smiles to His beautiful face. I am waiting for that day I will behold His beautiful face. I know the contagious radiance of His presence. I bask in His love and presence.
“But the hour is coming and now is when the true worshippers will worship the father in spirit and truth; for the Father is seeking such to worship Him. “ God is Spirit and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth.”- John 4:23-24 (NKJV).
Therefore, I urge you, brothers in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God –this is your spiritual act of worship. –Romans 12:1 (NIV).
And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to Him must believe that He exists and that He rewards those who earnestly seek Him.
Hebrew 11: 6. (NIV).
By Favouromeje, 2016.