Children are known for plays
Errors and cravings for ice creams.
They love the Father
And He loves them too.
But in this kingdom
Sons submit all cravings
To the eternal will of the Father.
They approach Zion
Bowed in reverence.
Children are looked after
But sons bear responsibilities
The Father loves all
But the Sons knows His heart.
Ugwu David C.
©2023
I’ve been lost in search
On every door with ‘EXIT’
Crest I looked and I
Was reminded I’ve been
There too.
I’ve been lost in search
I tried so many CODES
Just to see if I could the
Mystery CODE decode
But yet again I stood fixed
Face to face with crazy oppositions
With both my hands forming a
Fist and I would ask who do I
Meet?
For an answer so delicate
As where true confidence
Lies I rummaged through
All possible lockers
In search for an express answer
Only to be yet again confronted
By the puckered face of
IMPOSSIBILITY
Some crazy tales from
A blabbing old man who
Once sought similar answers
Only to be left with nothing
repeatedly buzzed
Around my ears like a busy bee
It wouldn’t let me be
I wouldn’t have any of it
My search took a drastic
Turn away from the
Populace to face
The man with the QUEST
Now I ain’t asking anyone
But me and truly I found
An answer.
Though it took me a
While but then I still
Got a befitting reply
That true confidence
Can only be found in
GOD.
Ebubechi
© 2023
The garden,
fresh and full.
I wasn’t alone in the garden.
I named the tress,
I named the birds and beasts, I named the river,mountains and all things.
I was happy with all I named
But a part of me was missing inside me.
I looked for this part of myself in the garden
I looked at the cows
I didn’t find it
I looked at the monkeys
I didn’t find it
I looked all around
Yet I couldn’t find the missing me.
Out of frustration
I ignored a strong part of me in the ocean of nothingness.
I ignored the rhythmic vibration that this lost self keep echoing in space.
But , one day
I slept soundly as usual
In my wood carving shade.
Maybe God came
I don’t remember
But the tortoise affirms
That He opened my body and took a rib to create the missing me for me.
Now standing tall
Standing fulfilled
Standing whole
I have found my entire self.
Ugwu David C. ©2023
Its appearance was like a desert
Burning hot and bare in projection
I was already heading that way
So I’d rather take a look at it myself
The closer I got, the clearer I could see
Little green blades spouting out of the seemingly hardened clay
Different colours, shapes and sizes of flowers were opening up
The sound of life was faint but loud enough to be heard.
And the dry air was now blessed with the fragrance of tranquillity
Each step unfolded pleasant surprises;
Suddenly, those blades had grown so tall
Held up by thick brown stands
They spread their Afros like umbrellas against the harsh rays
Colours were lifting with wings and their chirping was high pitched albeit pleasant to the ears
When I looked down, instead of a shadow I saw my reflection
Clearly staring back at me upon the flowing waters – so clear and Pure
It followed a path as though controlled by the melody from a Piper’s pipe
And out of it came cold peaceful air that filled the Forest
Oh, I just called it a ‘Forest‘
I could vividly remember it was a desert I saw
So dry it could crack a shadow casted on it
Right there, I couldn’t even see my shadow
For the rays of the Sun barely pierced through the thick afro leaves
And oh, what beautiful glitters it formed on the water surface.
It’s a transformation I thought only existed in Disney world
It happened so fast yet slow enough that I could have sworn I was there for hours
But it was so real
So peaceful, so cool, so fertile and so perfect as it appeared before me
“Until the spirit be poured
upon us from on high,
And the wilderness be a fruitful field,
And the fruitful field be counted for a forest.”
It wasn’t just a dream,
it is real.
PearlyThoughtz
©2021
Once, I looked! Twice, I saw! Thrice, I thought about it!
Phillipa Oraegbu
First created as dust, with the gene of him who failed, I looked at myself as worthless and the least of righteous like, even if I tried my best to be the “most righteous” it was like a filthy rags.
I gave up!
But before I was through, He tapped me and said He’ll rather be the One to give up His life just so I can be recreated no longer by dust but by Breath(The Spirit)
And He did.
On the cross He whispered “It is Finished”
So there! I was created a new being and Gene, no longer traced to dust but now to The One who recreated me.
So when the devil tried to deceive me telling me I’m not worth it and good enough,
He tapped me to remind me; and all I could hear was:
Faithful, Holy.
Zoe Ziva
(C) 2021
As I looked up at the assailant
Tears freely flowing like water
With each thrust, he took a bit of my soul.
Something broke, shattered in me
Then he said, “Mum’s the word”
Looked at them, the ones who loved me,
I want to tell them everything I felt
But imagining the disappointment and shame I would bring,
I told myself, “Mum’s the word”
I looked down, this time I’m on top
My eyes dim, my soul dark
I did to another what was done to me
And I said, “Mum’s the word”
I looked down at the weapon
That would keep me forever mum
I sighed and wished
Wished I hadn’t kept mum…
Emenike Chinwendu Victoria
© 2020
A mere sling it may seem..
That was what it looked to me..
Till its targets were never missed..
A bear and a lion it killed at once..
Maybe it is not what it seems..
A mere sling it may seem..
Yet it seems to save the meek..
The helpless and the weak..
And the gentle sheep I keep..
Maybe it is not what it seems..
A mere sling it may seem..
Yet its targets were oppressors,
He who comes to steal, kill and destroy..
The bear, the lion and the giant..
Maybe it is not what it seems..
A mere sling it may seem..
But, not to me anymore..
For I see not an object..
But an epitome of God’s love and power..
It is the Shepherd’s blood.
Amarachi Angela Ebisike
© 2020
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